vext And so perchance thy triumph might be next And thou rejoyce to think how I do rage Know worthless thing I 'll laugh thee into Age Strike wrinkles on thy scornful brow and not Within my self discard one pleasant thought Thus wretched thou in vain shalt wish to dye But long e'r thou attain it then will I Sport on thy Tomb with Pasquills blast thy name As never worthy to be breath'd by Fame A Dialogue between two Countrey Lovers viz. Ralph and Margery Ralph MArgery Vaith well met I se was ganging to your Vathers house I se had a plaguey mind to buss thee ever since last night I se see thee zitting in Gammer Grumble's Chimly-corner I se vaith Ise had but I se am such a plaguey zhame-faced Dog if Ise should ha been hang'd Ise could not find in my heart before vock But now I se ha met thee all aloane I se â—ol buss thee and tell thee I se love nay by my fathers â—outed shoon I se zware I se will nay thou zalt be my wife too if thou woo't Margery Alas Ralph what can this tend to it cannot be that you should throw your fection on me who am of such mean birth and fortune should your father but once imagine it he would certainly bestow when he dieâ— all the Cows Sheep Hogs Geese Ducks Hens and other housholdstuff on your Brother Hodg and leave you as poor as my self and then many a long Winters night would you spend in cursing me as the cause of your poverty and contempt Ralph Zouze and foot if my Vather give all away I se care not this black-berry vor I se ha got enough of my owâ— to maintain thee like any Lady I se ha vorty good Sheep my Unkle left me besides two Cows and a Horse and if the worst come to the worst I se work for ten-pence a day Yes my Vather would ha me gang and smuggle Joane Crople but Ise sware she's such a nasty Clownish Jade that Ise am ready to zpue when I se think on her nay Ise would not buss her for vorty good zillings no fac Ise woo'd not Margery Alas Ralph her mother can give her a good portion and money you know is in this age superiour to beauty for an old Widow of fourscore that has had five Husbands if she be but rich shall have twenty Sweet-hearts when many a plump Lass in the Summer season of her youth and beauty is fain to lye by no body so much as asking what shall be done with her Ralph Zouze Margery if thou wilt believe me I am of another mind for by the Coulter of my Fathers Plough I se zware I se have a plump bit of flesh if I se have any and if thou 'lt have me say so In good facâ—we's gang to morrow to the Parson and he 's buckle us and then a fig for my old father let him gnaw the thong in sunder if he can Margery Nay but prethee Ralph let me advise you be not so hasty but if you love me as you say you do first ask your Fathers consent perhaps you may take him in the humour and then if you will swear you will love me as dear as your own Eyes I shall be at your command Ralph Well let me buss thee so I se meet thee here again to morrow and in the mean while my dad shall be quainted with the business till when dear Margery farewel But stay let me buss thee again or thou wilt say I 'm a meer Clown so now fare thee well Margery Farewel dear Ralph I shall think it long till I see you again I find a yielding in my Breast your pretty discourse has o'recome me Ralph Vaith I se glad on 't but to morrow to morrow remember to morrow my pretty Pigsâ—ies And till then Adieu adieu Margery Your servant Sir The Rhapsody WHat have I lost my sense that I should love Frail mortal things neglecting those above Can man whose nobler Soul ascends on high To pierce the Arches of the starry Skye And view the sacred mansions of the blest Where all is Joy Peace and Eternal rest Look down on Womankind who first betray'd The Worlds great Lord and him a Subject made To Sin and Death who ever tyrannize On the destructive beams of Female Eyes Song AS I late was sitting Beneath a Myrtle shade Good Cupid with his Silver Wings Did hover round my Head And whilest I gazed upon his Plumes A Shaft he did let fly Which like Lightning pierc'd my Heart And I that did defie Him and his conquering Arrows Full soon was forc'd to yield And soon became his Captive When he had won the Field And now I do in Feaver fry For him I did disdain Then Venus bring him to my Arms And ease me of this pain A passionate Dialogue between Damon and Phillis Damon REproach not those follies in me Lady which you your self cause me to commit I am reduced to such extremity that Cupid himself stern Tyrant as he is could he but see would Pity me Phillis Sir I understand not what you mean by what you express Damon Would Heaven you did oh that the immortal powers would vouchsafe to ingrave it on your Heart it would save me many a tear and keep in those gales of sighs that must attend my utterance in the relation of what is now swelled big as a Tempest in the deep Caverns of my Soul strugling to free it self then know divinest Lady I come to accuse you of Injustice you first begot my passion and were content at least you seemed so that it should live yet since would not deign to nourish it with one mild and gentle smile but let it languish almost to despair quickly you lifted me above the Sun but when I supposed my self to be nearest the Heaven of Happiness you threw me down again to Earths deep Centre Phillis Alas Sir why labour you thus to make me guilty of an injury to you which if it be one all mankind may be alike engaged and by the ways you now do seek redress Damon Madam your reproof is just and seasonable upon my wretched self the fault shall ever lye O that I had been blind e're I had gaz'd upon such perfection e're through those Opticks such rays of Beauty shot into my Soul but yet let me hope to live on Camelions food for Heavenly Bodies of themselves have no malicious influence but by the disposition of the subject on which they operate Then tell me thou brightest of the Creation thou that art Kindred-mould to Heaven speak nay whisper it if you answer in the affirmative lest the dismal sound leave me ruined like some shivered Oak whose sturdy Trunk opposed the force of Heavens glancing fire Do you I say design to marry my Rival must he enjoy the blessing I so long have sought in vain Phillis Pardon me Sir I see my presence disturbs you I must be gone my Parents expect me
crime which penitential tears can wash away were perpetrated than both to languish under the Torrid Zone of fierce desire with our a prospect of being fanned by cooler gales Having said thus much hoping you will consent I shall leave the management of the business to M. L. your Gentlewoman whom I have firmly engaged to our Interest and wait for the success on which depends my utmost happiness on this side Heaven Your Virtues Admirer and constant Slave J. S. The Letter having been with much difficulty delivered to the Lady she resolves upon an Escape and returns this Answer Sir THink not but I am as impatient of my confinement as you are of being restrained from visiting me and have long since contrived all means not prejudicial to my Honour whereby I might be freed from it but such is the harsh nature of my Father that he always has a watchful Eye over â—â—e nor is my Mother less against my matching with you both being the rather desirous that I should â—oyn in Wedlock with old age and infirmity to be Joyntured in a great Estate than any ways to procure my content but my Vows to you are past and shall never be recalled All the tormenting Racks scourging Whips or Circling Flames should they meet to make one torment compleat should never force me to a recantation and it were a sin to doubt you less constant therefore I resolve to put your counsel in practice though I were sure it would prove fatal to us both About ten in the evening I shall expect you provided with Horses under the Great Oak Fail not as you tender my Love and Honour Pardon my abrupt breaking off what more is requisite I hope to tell you by word of mouth e're Phoebus with his morning rays from the portals of the Eastern Skies gilds the flowry Plains Till when not doubting your constancy I remain Yours by Vows in the sight of Heaven M. G. A Letter sent to his Mistress with a pair of Gloves for â— Token on which commenting he expresses his Amours HOw happy are these skins that licence have To kiss those hands and fold those fingers brave Which to salute even Jove himself desires Longing with such warm snow to cool his fires These are too trivial Ornaments to shrowd Those hands o're which a bright refulgent cloud Thrown from the clear reflection of your Eyes The which the Sun and moon do equalize Ever adorns and obvious to the view Proves Juno's anger and Minerva's too Vouchsafe dear Saint what time you draw on these To think upon the dire perplexities Your Votary endures and now at last As those do clip your hands let him your waste An Epigram on an old Woman desirous of a young Husband HOw fain thou beautiful wouldst seem to be How dost thou Drink and Dance audaciously How unto wanton Cupid dost thou seek With Palsie note He in the beauteous cheek Of the now freshly-coloured Northern wench That well is skill'd in Prick-song does intrench For hasty he over the dry Oaks fleeth And runs from thee because thou 'st rotten Teeth Because that those thy wrinkles and the Snow Upon thy head do antiquate thee so That Tyrian Pearl no nor Precious Stones Can fetch again those times to thee which once The winged day hath very firmly clos'd In memorable Register depos'd Now lusty youths behold with mirth enough Thy long Light Taper wasted to a snuff Think on thy Grave in which one foot does tread And dream not Wanton of a Bridal bed Loves Conquest A New Song SEe what a Conquest Love has made Beneath the Myrtle Amorous shade The charming fair Corina lyes All melting in desire Quenching in tears the flaming Eyes That set the World on fire The Politick Lady to her Gallant upon her Husbands suspicion of too much familiarity Dear Love NOtwithstanding the prying Eyes of a Jealous Husband have in some Nature discovered our Amorous Intrigues yet such is my affection to you though with the preservation of my Honour that nothing shall totally divide us or hinder the mutual Joys which have been conceived since our hearts were linked in the eternal bonds of Love But the better to colour the business whilest the storms of Anger and Jealousie are blown over as you render my Honour let me conjure your absence lest the coals that are now scarcely kindled be blown into such a flame as will be exceeding difficult if not altogether impossible to extinguish but in the mean while be constant and assured of my love for though my body may be exposed to my Husbands use yet you shall ever be sole proprietor of my affections Even iâ— the midst of caresses and embraces my heart shall bâ— with you Therefore Sir as you tender my love and reputation be constant till time will admit of 〈◊〉 further happiness which I doubt not in a short time to bring about till when Sir I remain The better part yours E. I. His Answer Divinest Mistress ON whom all my thoughts have been employed how shall I in Gratitude express so many thanks and shower so many blessings on you as your care and love deserves Know thou beauteous treasure of my Soul on whose perfections I am still intent that I 'll rather make my bed on the cold Alps leap into fiery Aetna's Thunder-belching Jaws or be hurried rounâ— the Ocean in the belly of some monstrous Whale that do ought that may procure you a moments disquiet your commands my Good Angel shall be obeyed though like the Widow Turtle I 'll your absence mourn and fill the World with gales of sighs to cool the flames that scorch despairing Lovers As soon will I doubt the Creation of the Universe out of rude and undigested Chaos as your Constancy for 't is most certain Love has moulded both our Hearts in one our hearts are inseparably linked never to be divided but by death nor then for our concordant Souls freed from their clayey mansions by attractive Fire like Quick-silver put asunder will prove restless till they meet Therefore thou Centre of my Happiness farewell be swift in what you undertake for being thus divided by accursed Jealousie each moment will prove a day till we meet in loves happy Elizium but till then like labouring Mariners I 'll contend with all the Storms roar they ne'r so loud â—eing the happy Haven stands in view and will be â—oon recovered Madam eternally yours G. B. Love cured by disdain or the Scorner scorned PRoud Woman know that I am now above As much thy sordid anger as thy love I once did madly think thou hadst a face But when thou next shalt take thy Looking-glass If thou canst see at least through so much Paint Thou 'lt plainly see thou art no more my Saint Thy Eyes those glowring unmatch'd Twins shall be No more the false mis-leading fires to me Hope not you longer shall continue bright For with sharp Satyrs I 'll eclipse your light But this perhaps would signifie me
kindled without restraint wastes so lavishly that its Taper soon expires Thasminus Alas then you would have Love seed like Camelions only live by Air can you imagine so great a Prince can be contented with such slender diet Corina No there is not a greater Epicure on Earth Sir I have been conversant with his Steward and have seen his Bills of Fare such costly ones as made me wonder at his greatness Thasminus As how sweet Corina Corina Why at his Table Hearts new slain fresh bleeding from the wounds the shafts late gave are served up whole at his Table Roses and Lillies strow his way each striving to outvy each other and all his Parlours are enclosed with Eyes that like another firmament give light to those he entertains his last course is Mamalade of Lips perfumed with breath sweeter than Arabian Spices in their bloom whose odours born by the gentle wind chear many a league at Sea the labouring Mariners Thasminus Rare and what drink to all this meat Lady Corina Nothing but Pearl dissolved Tears flowing from Lovers Eyes and cooled with gales of sighs arising from the whirlwinds of Inquietude and anxious thoughts Thasminus A rich proportion but I believe Lady this is but his common fare when his Cooks Liking and Opportunity are absent for when he feasts to the purpose 't is where the wise people of the World did place the Virtues in the middle sweet Lady Corina Nay Sir you talk strangely now I see 't is time to leave you Thasminus Only a jest or so Lady I hate obscenity as much as any living Be pleased that I may wait upon you to your Chamber Corina As you please Sir Thasminus You oblige me sweet Lady A Letter from a Gentleman beyond the Seas to his Mistress Sweet Lady THough the envious waves divide our Bodies yet though Seas guarded Seas nay Continents or Worlds should they interpose cannot divide our Souls for mine is ever waiting on you as well when gentle slumbers close my Eye-lids as when waking Virtue is prompting me more deeply to ingrave if possible your dear remembrance on my Heart Therefore thou only centre of my happiness be not dejected at my tedious absence which to my grief the Tyrant Business has occasioned for e're the Moon has twice more waned her Silver Orb I doubt not but to be present with you in person as now in thought I am Till which happy time I remain Your constant admirer and faithful Lover G. L. KNow cruel Woman murdress of mankind That in your shackles I 'm no more confin'd My tortures have been too too much to bear Yet in the midst of pangs I 've broke the snare No thou death dealer cruel'st of thy Sex Thy smiles nor frowns shall neither please nor vex The man whose Eagle flight can soar above Thy dull disdain and scorn thy foolish love Lay baits for such if you must cruel be Whose Souls are lull'd by fatal flattery To lodge upon a Towring Precipice When every puff can hurl them down from bliss One who has been ungratefully dealt with by a proud and scornful Mistress may thus revenge himself Proud Disdainer THough I have been for a long while so unfortunate to doat upon a painted Puppet and with such eagerness to gaze upon the Devil inshrined in Crystal yet at last I have found my Errour and enjoyned my self a strict penance in expiation of my former folly and thank my better Stars that I had not the opportunity of enjoying my foolish desires which if through inadvertency had so fallen out I had by this time been of all mankind the most deplorable And therefore am bound to render diurnal thanks to Heaven for such an extraordinary deliverance when as my rashness had driven me to the brink of ruine where I wanted but another push to have plunged me into an Ocean of misery but now my Eyes are open like a night-belated Traveller look back with fear and admiration on the dangerous Wilds through which I 've pass'd secure from harm when as a thousand lay in ambush to intrap me So I remain No longer yours but my own R. W. The Melancholy Lovers Complaint HEnce loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born ' Mongst horrid shapes and shrieks and sights unholy In Stygian Caves forlorn Find out some dismal Cell Where the Night-Raven sings And brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings There ragged as thy Locks Under those gloomy shades and low-brow'd Rocks In sad Cimmerian darkness ever dwell A Catch COme boys Drink away merry set it round It is a wet and rainy day then let our Cups abound Let each man charge his Glass to Tom let it pass And next unto Will a lusty brimmer fill Let each man take his Cup and turn it all up And he shall pay for all that presumes for to spill Repentance too late or the Ladies laments for her Lover kill'd by her Disdain TEars I do shed yet are they shed in vain Nor can they call him back to life again Yet sigh I will to wake him from his sleep Thus whilest he sleeps in Earth on Earth I 'll weep And since the World will not by fire be gone I 'll drown it in a fearful Inundation Or since he perish'd by my Cruelty I here will turn a weeping Niobe The Countrey-mans Letter to his Sweet-heart IN good Vaith Joane after my Harty Commendations my service remembred unto thee my Love I should a â—aid but 't is no matter for Complements thou knowest my mind In good vaith Ise had a woundy mind to wooe thee any time this vortnight but Ise could never come to speak with thee thou art so plaguy shy but zince I ha written to thee I se hope all will be well again for I se intend in very short time to send thee a pair of Gloves if it cost me two Groats This being all Joane till I send you more I shall content my self to be Your own Sweet-heart Hodg the Plow-man A Dialogue between Jenny the Chamber-maid and Betty the Cook-maid Betty WEll Jenny what thinkest thou of Ralph the Gardiner can you fancy him methinks he is a dapper fellow Jenny Truly Betty I know not well what to think on him yet he presses me hard to marry him Betty And will you not consent to it Jenny Faith I know not what is best to be done in that case I am e'n between Hawk and Buzzard as the old saying is Betty Why let me tell ye you are growing into years and a stale Maid is fit for nothing but to make sport for Foot-boys therefore if you 'd be ruled by me I would not have you cast him off Jenny Indeed to tell you the truth on 't between our selves I have had a great mind to have been married any time this seven years Lord when our Pegg was married to Will you cannot imagine now I tumbled and tossed that night nay I bit the corners of the Pillow and tore the
any ways dejected neither attribute absence from any wilful neglect for certain it is no earthly creature is more happy than I in being ascertained of the constant affections of so divine a Lady as your self therefore it shall be my diligence speedily to dispatch my most urgent occasions and then will fly to you with all the wings of eager Love till when ten thousand joys and blessings shower upon my Divine Mistress Your constant and loyal Servant never to alter till Death J. B. An Ode MIraculous what love me one whole day I do expect thou'lt antedate thy vow To morrow and wilt say I find that even now We are not those we were Or that a Lover may forswear For as true Deaths true Marriages untye So if you 'll dare the truth to justifie Love's contracts like to those Bind but till sleep Death's Image does unloose â—aving thus purpos'd falshood you Can ne'r be true Practise thy worst of change I 'll alter too Perfect Beauty 1. SO looks the Virgin Rose When cherish'd by the Genial truth Her Crimson Beauties do disclose As do the Ruby portals of her mouth 2. Which When she doth unfold Two bright transparent Rows Of Pearl you may behold From which a breath of Amber flows 3. A more than Tyrian Purple Doth o'respread Her Lips which softer are Than the Swans down and smoother far 4. The costly juice that dwells In Oriental shells To them looks pale That are so purely red 5. Fair Cheeks that look Like blushing Roses plac'd In purest Ivory Or Coral within Snow inchac'd 6. The Glory of the spring Grows pale and languishing For Envy so out-shin'd By her to be 7. Powerful Triumphant Eyes That in two Crystal Prisons do contain Death in a frowns disguise How gladly wou'd I dye To be by those Eyes slain 8. Delightful Cruelty of those all-charming Eyes Who daily try Their potency Yet gently Tyrannize A pleasant Letter sent to a person upon the Death of his Wife to divert him from Melancholy FAith Tom I lately was acquainted with the good News of thy slipping out at the back-door of Purgatory which thou never couldst have done had not Death befriended thee by charming thy Guardiâ—ness into a perpetual slumber How couldst thou propose to thy self any felicity whilest thou cohabitedst with storms and Tempests Why man thy house might have been really termed Boreas's Cave for whilest she lived all thy affairs were a heap of confusion and disorder nothing but struggling whirlwinds murmured within thy habitation and whenever they broke loose disturbed the neighbouring Villagers at so rude a rate as if a Hurricane had been amongst them Well I think thou mayest count this thy year of Jubilee and keep an Anniversary in commemoration of thy deliverance But if you say though she was bad yet the ties of Love and Nature oblige you to grieve for her and thou wilt suffer Penance for her sake imitate the Widow Turtle never marry again lest your second folly upbraid you more than the former Yours Tom wishing you a merry Life and to continue free from care D. P. In veneration of Age. HEnce you profaners of all sacred things Let them be blotted let Fame's nimble Wings Ne'r bear their praises who dare Age despise Age that is still the glory of the wise Which is esteem'd for ever What can be More venerable than Antiquity The World 's more priz'd the older it does grow In it more Wisdom Riches Strength do flow Age leads us to Heavens everlasting Gate Where Snow-hair'd Patriarchs and Apostles wait For to convey us to the Throne of bliss Surrounded with Eternal Happiness A Dialogue between two Lovers Pandolphus and Astella Pandolphus BRightest of the Creation how long must I languish e're you will cast on me a pitying Eye Astella Sir I know not your meaning Pandolphus My meaning my good Angel if without offence I may explain it is to know how long I must love e'r I shall obtain your love in requital In requital did I say O pardon my presumption Madam for all â—â—at I can do is too mean an oblation to make satisfaâ—tion for the smallest of your favours but since it is â—awful for Subjects to petition Princes for things laâ—â—â—l to be granted so I am bold to ask your love â—nough should you over-bless me by bestowing it oâ—â—e I have nothing to make requital but a constant will and obedient resolution to serve you Astella Alas Sir I am yet in green years and am ignorant that Love means and must be better instructed in â—hat affair by taking counsel of those that are wiser â—â—an my self Pandolphus Ah Madam Love himself is the greatest master in â—â—e Universe and consequently best able to instruct 〈◊〉 would you but listen to him Astella No I dare not for I have often been told that he â—â—â—s all manner of Cruelty towards his Disciples by â—â—â—icting them with strange Imaginations tormenting â—â—â—rs wracking Jealousies Despair and a thousand â—â—ch like insufferable tortures Pandolphus O you mistake Lady or at least have heard the buâ—â—ness but by halves for that is never but when you â—â—â—dles are cruel to mankind that Love 's severe for â—â—en you prove gracious and like giving powers â—â—ed your smiling influences on us there is not in the â—â—eation such a blessing as Lovers hearts united Astella Alas I dare not try nor dare I longer parley for I feel something trembling at my Heart Pandolphus Nay leave me not my bright Star by whose Light I steer my course hoping my relenting Fair at last to Anchor in the Haven of my Happiness Astella Pardon me Sir I 'm indisposed and must retire Pandolphus And can you leave me my good Genius Can you withdraw that Heavenly face without affording 〈◊〉 one smile by gazing on which I enjoyed so much felicity Do and give me Death Astella No you must live Ah I feel a yielding in my Breast I am betray'd by an Enemy within Pandolphus And must I live then and hast thou smiled upon me and revived with thy sweet influence my drooping Soul Blest for ever blessed be the moment wherein you showered such a favour on the meanest of your Slaves O may this moment last for ever or at leâ— be eternized in the registers of Fame Astella Pray Sir leave off these Rhapsodies and for thâ— time we must part though I forbid you not to hope what another meeting may produce Sir for thiâ— time fraewel Pandolphus Go then my brightest Sun since thou leavest behind thee such blooming hopes of happiness and may ten thousand blessings wait on every step thou makest till the happy time we meet again till when I 'll riot on those pregnant hopes thou hast lavishly bestowed upon me A young Gentleman debarred from the sight of his Mistress thus confers with her by Letter Divine Mistress HOw justly have I cause to term my self unhappy since I find my self cast down from the height of felicity before I had perfectly attained it
though to the ruine of my own reputation that so you may know what a wronged Lover provok'd is capable of doing therefore as you tender your own fame mine and hers who detains you and robs me of my right keep firm to your first vows and suffer me no longer to be neglected This day Sir my Husband went out of Town therefore about eight in the evening I expect you at my House of which fail not as you value your future quiet And till then I rest Yours as you use me A. â— His Answer Madam CAn you believe that I wilfully neglect you 〈◊〉 the embraces of another alas that you should harbour so mean an opinion of your Servant whâ— doats upon you even to an ecstasie and lives not be to breath your name how can I at any time thinkâ— those many dear enjoyments that have passed between us and not extend my desire wider in thâ— Field of Love and oftener pant between those waâ— hills of Snow whose gentle risings would tempt Cynick to desire and search for hidden treasurâ— promised by those silver Mounts Madam assurâ— your self I am and ever will be the humblest of yoâ— Servants now and at all times ready to obey yoâ— commands did not the Tyrant Sickness hinder That that was the only Mistress that charmed 〈◊〉 by power you 're insensible how great from yoâ— which otherwise nothing could have done but â— sooner can Nature shake off those hard Chains bâ— I 'll willingly commit my self to the Fetters of yoâ— more soft and gentle arms and till then must entreâ— you by all the ties of Love and those transportiâ— Joys which have mutually possessed us not to lesse your esteem of him who is More yours than his own J. â— On Vertue VErtue 's a lasting treasure never fades He 's only wise that for that Jewel trades 'T is that which renders Mortals still compleat 'T is that alone which does adorn the great Gives lustre to the brightest Diadem And is on Earth the only sparkling Gem. Vertue adorns green youth and bending age And baffles still the proudest Tyrants rage It makes men humble wise complacent just And still secures us when things are at worst On a Happy Marriage A Poem HAil blessed pair whom Love and Nature joyns Whilest they are brooding still on great designs To make you happy ever make you blest Whilest nought but Peace and Joy shall fill your breast And you shall be of all that 's good possest In soft embraces ' midst a thousand charms Panting with pleasure in each others arms Whilest Love chaste Love your joyning bosoms warms Boundless may those Joys be and may they haste Till Death unloose the knot you 've ty'd so fast Death that grim Tyrant that does all things blast On his Mistress neat tiring her hair BRight Beauty on whose every part does rest A sight so lovely that who loves you's blest If but to gaze much more such Joys to tast And sip the Nectar from your fair lips prest But what amongst the rest to me seems rare Is the neat tiring of your Golden hair That not of Cupid set for to ensnare All that behold you thence Inchantments flow Who comes Spectator must a Lover go Nay such the force that e're he thence can part He must be forc'd to leave behind his heart Bleeding with wounds made in 't by Cupid â—s Dart. Then since your pow'r is such you must be mild And then you 'll be the Worlds chief wonder stil'd A Song 1. NOw now the Fight 's done and the great God of War Lies sleeping in shades and unravels his care Love laughs in his Rest and the Souldiers Alarms With Drums and with Trumpets and struts in his Arms He rides with his Launce and the Bushes he bangs And his brave Bloody Sword on the Willow-Tree hangs 2. Love smiles when she feels the sharp pains of his Dart And he wings it to hit the great God on the Heart Who leaves his Steel Bed and his Bolsters of Brass For Pillows of Roses and Coaches of Grass His Courser of Lightning is now grown so slow That a Cupid on 's Saddle sits bending his Bow 3. Love Love is the Cry Love and Kisses go round Whilest Phillis and Damon lye clasp'd on the ground The Shepherd too soon does his pleasure destroy 'T is Abortive she crys and does Murder my Joy But he rallies again by the force of her Charms And Kisses Embraces and Dyes in her Arms. Song 1. HEre 's that will challenge all the Fair Come buy my Nuts Damsins my Burgamy Pairs Here 's the Whore of Babylon the Devil and the Pope The Girl is just a going on the Rope 2. Here 's Dives and Lazarus and the Worlds Creation Here 's the Tall Dutch Woman the like 's not i' th' Nation Here is the Booth where the High-Dutch Maid is Here are Bears that Dance like any Ladies 3. Tat tat tat tat tah says the little Penny Trumpet Here 's Jacob Hall that does Jump it Jump it Sound Trumpet sound for Silver Spoon and Fork Come here 's your dainty Pigg and Pork Song 1. FOols to themselves do Riches prize some Dazling Greatness Blind Beauty alone can Charm our Eyes and Love delight our Mind Beauty alone c. 2. What is the use of Wealth or Power by which we Men subdue If not in order to gain more and vanquish Women too If not in order c. 3. Beauty the Fame of all Delight without loves life were vain Th' ambitious Toyl the valiant Fight for this for this Kings Reign Th' ambitious Toyl c. 4. Who e're in these place his Desires goes right in Natures way All others are but Wandring Fires which lead Mankind astray All others are but c. Song 1. ADs-Zous my dear Jone When I meet thee alone 'T is then my design for to buss thee By my Fathers old Shoon Or the Light of the Moon I swear thou shalt not be Crusty 2. No if I shou'd touse thee And lustily rouze thee Nay tho' I should clap thy black hole For I tell thee Uds-sut 'T is for love of thy Scut Which resembles a Cat or a Cole 3. Which makes me design For to yoak my self thine For I long for a smatch of the same Oh! then let thy black Cat So bemumble my Rat That we ne'r may Repent th' Old Game Song 1. SOmnus thou God who easest cares soft slumbers dwell upon thy brow Brother to death which nothing spares but to his fatal shafts all bow Haste haste and close my waking Eyes let these tormenting thoughts no more My Languish'd Soul with fear surprize but waft them to Oblivions shore 2. Let no fond Visions terrifie nor whining Lovers Ghosts appear Lest I again with Love comply again to bow with cringing fear Once more to be by Females cross'd Court base-born Beauties for disdain And be in Loves dark Abyss lost for those that let me suffer pain Song 1. CAn Life be a Blessing