him hope being almost spent As I live says Vivo Statuo did appoint Me Ensigne 'cause at first I did win 't Noseo said he knew 't Mentior swore he lyed Then Acuo whets his Sword that hung by 's side Peace Peace says Taceo Sudo sweat for fear And Surgo rose and fled into the Rear Singultio then began to sob they say Because Provoco challeng'd him that day Cubo fell down and Capio did him take Up again when he could scarcely speak Frenaeo then did gnash with 's teeth so hard He drove away poor Pello from the Guard Come says Invenio I do clearly find Maneo did well to tarry still behind For Incenâ—o here has let us all on fire And I 'le begin says Inchoo to retire Oro prays heartily that it may succeed I 'le shew you a way says Indico with speed Consulo's Councel they did not despise Condono said he 'd pardon his Enemies Fascino thought he was bewitcht he swore But Sino said that he had suffer'd more Then all Impertio did Impart it to 'em all And I command says Impero great and small Obedio vow'd that he 'd the first obey And Moneo did admonish the same way Nay says Narro I 'le report it round the Field Nolo though unwilling yet at last doth yield And Velo was as willing I do protest Yet Malo was more willing then all the rest I have a mind says Habeo for to join With all this crew and Rego says he will resign His rule Sto was at a stand and gaz'd about And Certo striv'd to draw this Rabble rout To some agreement at last Loquor's speech Did by degrees quite soder up the breach Though Predico did preach before in vain And Suadco did perswade with might and main And Fungor did discharge his duty right And he with Vnio caus'd'em all unite And Dico said 't was best from War to cease Last Sancio he establish did a Peace Though Solvo paid'em for their service done Then Iurgo chid those from the Fight did run Finio the Battle ends yet most do say Though Iacto bragg'd yet Vinco won the day Numero numbers all who that were slain And Opto wisht it might ne're be so again Parco was very glad that he was spar'd And Partio did devide the spoil was shar'd Irascor was angry and began to fret 'Cause Adsum was not present when they met But Salto danc'd and Ludo then did play On 's Instrument for Joy of that happy day 'T is best says Lavo wash our throats then cut 'em And Tundo knockt for Liquor which was brought'em Yet Turgeo and Tumeo began to swell 'Cause Placeo at the Peace was not pleas'd well Says Veto Iove forbid that we again Should fight to which they all did cry Amen SONG 16. A Mock to the Song cal'd Lay by your pleading And to that Tune LAy by your fighting Misses are inviting All the Millitary Boyes To that they most delight in Small power the Sword has And on my word has Not so great a Privelledge As Misses now afford us They 'l kiss us and clip us And stâ—ll in pleasure keep us And in little while of all We have will strip us They still will be kind too and are inclin'd too Pay what they borrow of you When the Devil 's blind too All you Citty Blades too Leave of your Trades too Misses have a better way to Trade Which never fades too Trading is decaying Is your constant saying And that your Customers are Backwards still in paying Then cleave to your Misses That the greatest bliss is And what you want in Purse You 'l have it in Diseases They ne're will forsake ye Until they break ye Then hey for a Voyage too Virginea or Iamaica Off goes the Gown too Law now must down too And every Lawyer must stoop To 's Mistris Frown too Nay when they 'r pleading And Law a reading If his Miss a Caveat put that Stops all proceeding If her credit fail Boyes You must put in Bail Boyes And from Fee simple you shall Tennant be in Tail Boyes Then by her weary tricks Which you 'l think ayry tricks Till at last you 'l Christen her by the name of Meritrix SONG 17. The praises of a Cobler The Tune And 't is the Knave of Clubs bears all the sway A Cobler is an excellent Surgeon Because his Neighbours will be urging Him to cure their Shoes again When they come into old Shoe-lane Which he can do with Awl his might And with his Last set'em upright Then he no Man is Schollar greater Because he is a great Translator And Stiches also for a Friend But must alas be by his end So that themselves will under ley Rather then Friends should tread awry He in no Fish does deal at all But only Soles both great and small Yet loves Plase else how cou'd he sit Yet I ne're saw him eat a bit On 't and cures Soles that are decay'd That they till next time shall not fade When he has a mind some Fish to take He of his thread a Net will make And Pitch it still so excellently That no Fish can e're pass by So that you 'l say the draught must waxe The greater when he up it takes Me thinks Death shou'd not a Cobler kill Because he makes him Soles at will For Death has power on Bodies alone But the Cobler when the Sole is flown And sunder'd from the Upper-leather 'T is he not Death must stitch't together He is a Man will never be Worse then now you do him see For he is fit to be employ'd When places happen to be voyd Nay the fittest â—n all the Land Because he 's still o' th mending hand Thus you may see the Cobler now A Surgeon is an Schollar too And though he seldom deals in Fish Yet when he please can have a Dish For every Day he Soles doth make And Plase his breech doth daily take And that he 's mending still and can Make Nets as well as any Man And pitch'em too better then many That they shall waxe the best of any And more then Death can do you know He mends the Sole which Death can't do SONG 18. Vpon the taking down of the Kings Armes in the Rumps time in the Year 1649. When instead of plucking down them on the Gate of the Physick-garden in Oxford they were such excellent Heralds that they pluckt down the Earl of Danby's Armes who was the Founder there IN sixteen hundred forty nine When Cavaliers were forc'd to dine At Duke Humphreys Table still But 't was poor hearts against their will A dismal time when Rump did fart yee A thousand cracks 'gainst Royal party And when Kings Armes were plucking down In every Citty and in Town In Oxford Citty there 's a place Cal'd Physick garden and little space From Colledge Magdalen doth stand Well known to many in this Land From Mandlin bridge it stands Northwest So
as the cause of my grief Thy voice is far lowder then ever was Bow-bell And from the Clapper on 't grant me relief Thy Brow lyes in Pleats like a Loose-body'd gown That some Men have thought my dear Pigney did Because'tis in wrincles hangs o're her eyes frown Much like to a Bon-grace to keep of the Flyes Thy Nose stands so far out on which a great dent is Just in the middle much like to a hook Which turns up so finely and then so much bent is As if 't were to hang on a pot for a Cook And 't is of two kinds for one keeps all in But th' other hangs dangling still down to her chin VVhich her pretty Mouth o're-joy'd with the taste Sometimes laps it in that nothing should waste And then thy sweet Pie-baâ—â—'d teeth much do delight me Standing like Tuskes on a long-snowted Pig So loose they are set that they never could bite me Nay some have come out with but eating a Fig They never could bite me 't is certain you know Because they stand in and out none in a row Thy Lips are so sweet and pâ—easant I vow And then are for thickniss like our brinded Cow They white are like tallow that never yet Man did Buss sweeter things then those Lips of thine Nay some Men have thought they were sugar Candy Thy sparkling whiteness so finely did shine Thy Breath is so sweet and strong that if Men VVere at the last gaspe 't would fetch 'em again Nay had I my will for ever I 'de dwell At thy pretty Mouth for love of the smell The rest of her parts I dare not discover Thinking already too much I have spoke And being my self so zealous a Lover Should she be stollen m'heart will be broke But when we are Married I vow and protest I will not be jealous at all in the least I think in my Conscience I need not to do 't For those that do know her will ne're put her to 't SONG 27. The â—ver dispairing Lover The Tune is Bory Versaille WHen first I saw my Phyllis face Her Star-like Eyes so bright did shine I deem'd of no humane race But did believe her all Divine But when she sung I thought her Tongue Was kept by all the Heavenly Spears Who met with her And fixed there And every one that her hear Did wish themselves all Ears But when I saw her Jvory hand To touch the Lute I did admire She had upon 't such command As if 't were touch'd by 'th Heavenly Quire She play'd so well She bore the Bell Away from all the Ladies there Who 'gan to blaze Abroad her praise That every one was in a maze Such Harmony to hear She then began to dance a round That every one as well as I Did see she scarce did touch the ground We thought she did not dance but fly She tript about Still in and out But yet kept time and figure too That all did say That very day She carri'd the Credit clear away For dancing smooth and true There 's not a Man of all the Crew But was in Love as much as I Who lov'd her parts and Person too If great Men love my suit must dye Nought but despair Must be my share And Death will be to me a gain For since that I Must not come nigh My Phillis I 'le lye down and dye To ease me of my pain SONG 28. A Caveat to young Ladies The Tune Miss Mundays Cellabrane made by Mr. Smith I Ne're will Love agen What e're betide me And from inconstant Men Good Angels guide me Then Ladies must not be Swift in consenting Least they sing Lachrymae By late repenting He promis'd wondrous fair When first came to me Nor Oaths nor Vows did spare When he did woe me His sug'red words and smiles So wrought upon me I ne're fore-saw his wiles Till they 'd undone me Then Ladies now alas Thus you may mind them As for to trâ—st them as Far as you find them For if your selves you do Keep at that distance You may with credit too Make them resistance SONG 29. On a late Ball at Inn-holders Hall I Chanc'd of late to see a Ball Near Dow-gate at Inn-holders-Hall Where I saw many that danc'd well But one did all the rest excell In French dance and in Cellabrane She 'd foot it true to every strain O' th Musick if fast then she 's so If not then she can dance as slow But when she came to dance a Jig I ne're saw such a nimble Grig So lively free brisk and ayry I thought she was Vbiquitary She tript so briskly up and down You 'd think she had not danc'd but flown For lofting dancing I protest I think she did out do the best Being up she cut ye twice or thrice E're she came down then in a trice Mount up again and cut many more That I saw ne're the like before She at that time did do so well From all she bore away the Bell. Go on brave Girl prethee go on For if thou hold'st as thou 'st begun And in Child-hood hast done so well In after times thou 't all excell Besides I saw two little things That look'd me thoughts like Cherubs wings I mean for Stature and for growth That if you had but seen 'em both You 'd think that they but lately fell From the Womb and then came out o' th shell And some to Palliate that did say They thought they suckt but th' other day Yet these Sucklings did that Night New Mottar and Minoways so right To the admiration of us all That were Spectators at that Ball. Why how now Friend is 't possible That Norfolk Men can do so well Henceforth for Kings-line I shall have A great respect because it gave Birth to my Friend I. Rich son Who in this Ball so well hast done SONG 29. A Mock to a Lover I am and a Lover I 'le be in the praise of Tobacco And to that Tune TObacco I love and Tobacco I 'le take And I hope good Tobacco I ne're shall forsake 'T is drinking wenching destroys still the Creature But this noble Fume does dry up ill nature Then those that despise it shall never be strong But those that admire it will ever look young With Pipe after Pipe we still keep in motion In Puffing and Smoking like Guns on the Ocean And when they are out we charge 'em and then We stop 'em and ram'em and recharge agen Since we with Tobacco can keep ourselves sound Let Bacchus and Venus in Leth be drown SONG 31. The Suddain Wedding The Tune is The Gun-fleet I 'Me in Love says Noll Indeed says Doll But prethee say with who I fear says he Come speak says she Why then it is with you You jest says Doll Good Faith says Noll You do me wrong my Dolly But Men says she To flattery be To much addicted Nolly I vow says Noll I Love thee Doll But pray Sir tell
likewise Justice be o' th Peace And Quoram grave That so I still might dominere Over all Men in the Shire 'T is all I 'de have Over all Men c. And after this I do intreat I might be Knight and Baronet With riches store And every day the best of Meat For me and my good Friends to eat I crave no more For me c. Another Boon if you 'l afford I do desire to be a Lord With Lands good store That so I may fix Horses keep For my fine Coach of excellent shape I crave no more For my c. And likewise then I further crave To be an Earl that 's rich and brave With Houses store To each a Park fil'd full of Deer And groves of Timber here and there I beg no more And groves c. And then me thinks I fein would be A Duke likewise of highest degree With Lands o' th best That so I may keep Misses store Which if you grant I 'le beg no more I do protest Which if c. But now I think upon it well I have no mind to go to Hell For all I have But do desire that I may go To Heaven my self and Friends also 'T is all I crave To Heaven my self and Friends also 'T is all I crave SONG 46. A Gentleman on his Mistriss lately forced into the Country FAir Saint farwel to thee I 'le pay The tribute of my vows each day Distance of place shall ne're bring me To play the Heretick 'gainst thee Though thou art absent yet will I Remain thy constant votary Dear Object of my Souls delight Though thou art ravish'd from my sight New Beauties shall not me surprise I none of those will Idolise My loyal heart shall ever be A Sacrifice reserv'd for thee Should any ask the reason why Sorrow's Triumphant in mine eye Or what the cause is that my grief Exceed all Limits of relief 'T is too to plain since I must say The fair Bâ—lindâ—'s gone away SONG 47. In praise of his beautiful Mistriss WHen first my Lucasta my heart did surprise By the attraction of Beauty power of her eyes I trembled and sighed and stedâ—astly gaz'd Until that my thoughts in raptures were rais'd That Monarch's unworthy who grutches to part With Scepter or Crown to attain such a heart Were the Curtains of Age drawn over that face Where now dwells perfection of Beauty and Grace Her tongue is so charming and language so fit Some call her Angel so Divine is her wit But whil'st Wit and Beauty each other support She 'l be the chief Gallant of Town and of Court Let none then presume with Lucasta to vie A Star of her Luster out-shines all that 's nigh That Beauty 's no Beauty if she be but near All Beauty to hers still a foil will appear What wish could I wish were I sure of a grant But to Love as I do and adore such a Saint Let Envy now burst and speak if it dare Since all the World knows how much she is fair A mind that 's so Noble a Spirit so brave Who would not then wish still to be her Slave I would not be freed though an Empire I gain A troublesome Crown cannot equal my chain SONG 48. A Complaint against Love LOve is a sickness full of woes All remedy refusing A plant that with most cutting grows Most barren with least using Why so More we enjoy it more it dies If not enjoy'd it sighing cryes Hey ho. Love is a torment of the mind A tempest everlasting And you have made it of a kind Not well nor full nor fasting Why so More we enjoy it more it dies If not enjoy'd it sighing cryes Hey ho. SONG 49. A Song by a Person of Quallity LOve is a passion every one must have 'T was never known that freedom reach'd the grave â—hose glowing fires alwayes existent are â—hough they 'r at first unknown and then we dare Huff at the Boy and call him blind defie His Art and all that lyes in destiny â—e choak our knowledge in a Spungy Tomb â—â—ntented Ignorance doth give the doom â—e strive to think we are in the right but then â—Ve can not think for yet we are not Men Thus for a while w' are foyl'd as in a dream Till the Sparks join and burst into a flame AN ELYGY On Sir Edward Sprague â—Ale like the Prisoners trembling at the Barr When they to death condemn'd by th' Judges are â— look'd true English-men with selfe same fear â—â—rpriz'd when they their Admirals fate did hear â— sad a Consternation seaz'd on all Their hopes in him have found their Funeral The future Age shall curse that rigid Fate Which did decree such ruine to the State Of Brittain's Isle so soon for to admit Death should arrest what was so dear to it God Mars dejectedly does hang his head Since his brave matchless Darling Sprague is dead Those victorious Lawrels which did heretofore Invest his Temples he from thence hath tore And hath resolv'd all his Trophys shall Be in one Pyle burnt at his Funeral The Sea-born God doth sit oppress'd with grief Cursing the VVaves for yeilding no relief To him who did alone deserve that they Should their just Tribute of obedience pay Weep Brittains weep and let your flowing Eyâ— Bring Floods of Tears each day for Sacrifice To his dear Memory whose spotless Fame Shall live till Death it self shall want a Name On Epitaph on the same Hence flatt'ring Mourners you whose hyred Eyâ— Can weep not grief at funeral Obsequies Whose sighs and tears do only serve like smoak To crow'd your selves into a Mourning cloak Let none such dare presume this place 't is â—or truâ— And real Plaintiss here 's no room for you Should all true Mourners wait upon his Herse VVe then must Congregate the Universe VVhich were not safe for fear the Tears which fall Should cause a Deluge at his Funeral VVithin this Urns his Magazeen whose worth No Tongue nor Pen can really set forth Here here alas he lyes Intered each dust Of whom deserves Executors in trust SONG 50. A Match at Drinking LEt the Bowl pass free From thee unto me As it first came to thee 'T is pitty that we should confine it Seeing we have both Credit and Coin yet Let it e'ne take it's course There 's no stopping it's force Let him hang that first does decline it Away cast the cares Your shoâ—s and your wares Those Irrational fears Let your minds be as frolick as his'en is That from his young Bride newly risen is VVe will banish that Soul That comes here to condole VVhich is troubled with Love or with business There 's no Man we 'l name Nor a Lady Inflame That is given to 'th game It will to adumpishnes drive all And make us go mad and go wive all VVe will have this whole Night Set apart for delight And our Mirth shall have no corrival Then see that the Glass In its Circuit does