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A54240	The wits academy, or, The muses delight consisting of merry dialogues upon various occasions composed of mirth, wit, and eloquence, for a help to discourse to such as have had but small converse with the critical sort of people, which live in this censorious age : as also, divers sorts of letters upon several occasions both merry and jocose, helpful for the inexpert to imitate, and pleasant to those of better judgement, at their own leisure to peruse : with a perfect collection of all the newest and best songs, and catches, that are, and have been lately in request at court, and both the theatres.	W. P.	1677 (1677)	Wing P139; ESTC R4337	143,775	351

than they are VVhose dignity works their ruine He that well the bowl rears Can baffle his cares And a fig for Death or undoing SONG XXVIII VVHen I see the young Men play Young methinks I am as they And my aged thoughts laid by To the dance with joy I fly Come a flowry Chaplet lend me Youth and merry thoughts attend me Age be gone we 'le dance among Those that young are and be young Bring some wine boy fill about You shal see the old Man's stout VVho can laugh and tipple too And be mad as well as you A Tavern Song XXIX COme drink off your Liquor 'T wil make you the quicker For Rhimes Songs Conceits or for Ballads Be the Wine red or yellow The cups deep or shallow There 's nought comes amiss to our Pallats Chorus Then come drink away Be it night or be it day The time shall be told as it passes The true Hour we shall know By the Ebb and the Flow Of the jolly quart Pots and the Glasses It stands us upon To change our Helicon For Spring it was nothing but Water But hence springs a fire That will quicken and inspire And tickle our senses with laughter Chorus Then come drink away Be it night or be it day The time shall be told as it passes The true hour we do know By the Ebb and the Flow Of the jolly quart Pots and the Glasses SONG XXX DIngenes was merry in his Tub And so let us be in our Club 'T is mirth that fills our brains with blood More then either Sleep Wine or Food Let each Man keep his heart at ease No Man e're dy'd of that Disease 'T wil always keep thy body in health Then value it above thy Wealth 'T is sadness and grief that doth bring Diseases in Autumn and in the Spring Then welcome harmless Mirth let 's say For the more we laugh the more we may On a dead Horse an Epitaph SONG XXXI HEre lies not in but on Earth's Womb An Horse expos'd without a Tomb No winding-sheet nor his own skin Nor laid by any of his Kin. Yet was no Jade Death had a race And took him for a sprightly pace Now see his Funeral Exequies Th' Ravens in Black do solemnize Unto the Skies they him exalt Being Sepulchred in Airy Vault In living Tombs he thus out-prides MECHA and Aegypt Pyramides Change now his Epitaph say not here lies A Horse but rather here he flies Mourn not his Fate my Friends since thus The Horse is now transform'd to Pegasus SONG XXXII VVHere the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslip Bell I lye There I couch when Owls do cry On the Batt's back I do fly After Summer merrily Merrily merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the Bough Anger SONG XXXIII A Curse upon thee for a slave Art thou here and heard'st me rave Fly not sparkles from mine eye To shew my indignation nigh Am I not all Foam and Fire With voice as hoarse as a Town Cryer How my back opes and shuts together With fury as old Men's with Weather Could'st thou not hear my Teeth knack hither Thou nasty scurvy mungril toad Mischief on thee light upon thee All the Plagues that can confound thee Or did ever reign abroad Better a thousand lives it cost Then have brave Anger spilt or lost SONG XXXIV THe Pot and the Pipe The Cup and the Can Have undone quite undone Many a Man The Hawk and the Hound The Dice and the Whore Have undone quite undone Twice as many more A Scotch Song XXXV I W'o not go to 't I mun not go to 't For Love nor eer for Fee For I am a Maid and will be a Maid And a good one till I d ee Yet mine intent I could repent For one Man's company SONG XXXVI HE that marries a merry Lass He has most cause to be sad For let her go free In her merry tricks She 'l work his patience mad But he that marries a Scold a Scold He has most cause to be merry For when she 's in her fits He may cherish his Wits With singing hey down derry He that weds a roaring Girl That will both scratch and fight Though he study all day To make her away He 'l be glad to please her at night And he that copes with a sullen Wench That scarce will speak at all Her doggedness more Then a Scold or a Whore Will penetrate his Gall. He that 's matcht with a Turtle Dove That has no Spleen about her Shall wast so much Life In love of his Wife He had better be without her SONG XXXVII YOu Lovers love on Lest the World be undone And Mankind be lost by degrees For if all from their Loves Should go wander in Groves There soon would be nothing but Trees SONG XXXVIII WOman who is by nature wild Dull bearded Man incloses Of Nature's freedom we 're beguild By Laws which Man imposes Who still himself continues free Yet we poor slaves must fetter'd be Chorus A shame on the Curst Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have Freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature So gay a thing was ne're design'd To be restrain'd from roving Heaven meant so changeable a mind Should have its change in loving By cunning we cou'd make men smart But they by strength o'recome our Art Chorus A shame on the Curse Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature How happy is the Village Maid Whom only Love can setter By foolish Honour ne're betray'd She serves a power much greater That lawful Prince the wisest rules Th' Usurper Honour rules but Fools Chorus A shame on the Curse Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have Freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature Let us resume our ancient right Make Man at distance wonder Though he victorious be in fight In Love we 'le keep him under War and Ambition hence be hurl'd Let Love and Women rule the World Chorus A shame on the Curse Of for better for worse 'T is a vile imposition on Nature For Women should change And have Freedom to range Like to every other wild Creature SONG XXXIX STay shut not the Gate T'other quart 't is not so late As your thinking The Stars which you see In the Hemisphere be Are but Studs in our cheeks by good drinking The Sun 's gone to tipple all night in the Sea Boys To morrow he ' blush that he 's paler then we Boys Drink Wine give him Water 't is Sack makes us the Boys Fill up the Glass To the next merry Lad let it pass Come away with 't Let 's set Foot to Foot And give our minds to 't 'T is Heretical Sects that do slay wit Then hang up good faces let

and this small Token which I have sent you which is a Barrel of Oysters I heartily recommend you to the protection of the Almighty who is the only keeper and preserver of all Men and all things I take my leave presuming to write my self Yours to serve you by night or day W. W. The Sommerset-shire Man's clownish Answer in their own Countrey Language Zir I Received a piece of Paper from you which I think Volks call a Letter but when I pulled it open I am zure I could not tell wone letter in it I gave it to wone of our Neighbours that is to zay wone of our Town that is to zay wone that dwells within two or three doors of our door a little thick way and he being a better Scholard than my present zelf made hard shift to pick out the words but the Devil a bit of zense can I vind in it you talk of obliging and vavours in my Conscience Zir you be not like me wont jot nor do I vavour you at all you also talk of gratitude and merits I 'le zwear I do not know what to make of your Lingua my Neighbour tells me that it is Latin and I wonder that you would write Latin to me you know I cannot stand under it and in truth you shall be no zervant of mine I will have no zuch zervants as for your writing our Volks put it in the Virt and vor those shells you zent I know not how you call them I een mended our do or with them and zo I thank you vor em when you come again you shall be welcome to your old Friend Dick Downright A loving Letter sent to a Gentle-woman Madam IN what a multitude of sorrows I am involved since you went out of Town no Tongue is able to express nor Pen to write Had you commanded me with open breast to have stood before you whilst you had took my own Sword and had pierced my now bleeding heart I could then more willingly have suffered a death by your hand then thus long to undergo a continual torment for want of your good company Ah Madam you know my Heart is with you how can you be so cruel to make me heartless live thus long without you can you forget those pleasant Evening hours which we together spent beguiling time which gently slid away the silent night not daring to disturb our harmless mirth and innocent delight whilst on my knees you sate my loving Arms did circle round and gently grasp your small and tender body you sometimes would ravish all my sences with a Song whilst I amazed at your warbling Notes charmed to a silence and gaz'd upon your powerful sparkling eyes whose double lustre would pierce a heart more hard and more obdurate then is the Adamant Then Madam then stealing of a kiss was not content but rob'd you still of more I kist so long that I at length perceiv'd my self to be the looser for all that time my heart and soul departed from my breast and vow'd they would possess a nobler Room then into your sweet bosom both did fly and begg'd an entertainment which you gave and seem'd to cherish them with warm desire I was content and was glad they had made choice of you to he their Guandian provided I might be a visitant to come and see they no disorders bred within your quiet breast But now alas dear Madam you have left me comfortless I am left to sigh and and breath my passion out unto the open Air without redress and cannot comfort find till you return Then Madam on my knees I beg return and give me ease unless you do intend to be my death by staving longer from me thus to the powers above I do commit you desiring you to pity him who is Your languishing Lover R. T. The Gentle-womans kind Answer My sweet Soul LEt not your passion over-much disturb your rest and quiet sleep secure and know that I an equal sharer of your grief do sigh and mourn in private all alone not daring to disclose my unknowne waes unto the open Air far fear some blast should whisp 〈◊〉 this my discontent I am therefore forc'd to bide my mistries and for a time conceal my Inward pain 〈◊〉 then undergo the angry s●owns of an unkind Father whom I fear would count my loving you a disobedience My study is to run a safer course and by degrees to penetrate the Breast of my indulgent Mother telling her the noble love which I bear in my b●som is placed on you and none but you alone shall make her Daughters Bride then on my knees I 'le beg of her to mollifie the fury of my too rigurous Father who hath forgot since be first trod the paths of youthful love My hopes are still that she will moderate his strict severity and make him yeild to gratifie our loves by his good will and make us ever happy with his blessing who knows but these my hopes may take effect My Mother loves me with a tender love and when she sees my resolution fixt to marry you and with no other Man I know she 'l never rest till she overcome my Father with entreaties to be kind Then will our meeting be again with joy But if at last my expectations sail and that my Father will not give consent we should enjoy each other yet be sure I 'le never leave my Dear until cold Death shall seize my body and from thence divide my Heart and Soul which are not in his power them I 'le bequeath to thee my dearest Love for they indeed already are thy own I know I have thy loving Heart and Soul within my Breast where they shall safely dwell My Father's cruelties shall not molest their happy being neither will I long detain them at this distance from my Love For let my aged Parents frown or smile within this Month I 'le fly into thy Arms and never part till floods of joyful tears have washt away all sorrows from our hearts and hands that nought but Death shalt part us In true constancy I remain thine alone S. V. A Letter from a Gentle-woman to her Husband who had buried her Child in the Country Loving Husband I Must now acquaint you with sorrowful and I suppose unexpected news if tears and sighs of a broken hearted Wife will give me leave to write to you which is that cruel death who favours neither infancy youth nor old Age has deprived us of our pretty sweet boy which was the only joy and comfort of our lives and truly grief has almost done its worst with me for I bewailing of this our great loss am brought so low that I think I shall scarce recover my self to be able ever more to come again and see thee his sickness held him but three days before he died else I had sent you word but now it is too late for we shall never see him more I borrowed Money of my Landlady where I am

of leaving thee My heart as much doth torture me As 't would rejoyce if kind I still must love though hardly us'd And never offer but resus'd Can any suffer more Be coy be cruel do thy worst Though for thy sake I am accurst I must and will adore SONG LXXXII Loe behind a Scene of Seas Under a Canopy of Trees The fair new golden World was laid Sleeping like a harmless Maid Till alas she was betraid In such shades Urania lay Till Love discover'd out a way And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Her poor Heart had no defence But it 's Maiden innocence In each sweet retiring eye You might easily descry Troops of yielding beauties fly Leaving rare unguarded Treasure To the Conquerours Will and Pleasure And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Now and then a stragling frown Through the shades skipt up and down Shooting such a piercing dart As would make the Tyrant smart And preserve her Lips and heart But alas her Empire 's gone Throne and Temples all undone And now she cry's some power above Save me from this Tyrant Love Charm alost the stormy Winds That may keep these Golden minds And let Spaniard's love be tore On some cruel Rocky Shore Where he 'l put to Sea no more Lest poor conquered beauty cry Oh I 'me wounded Oh I die And then there is no power above Can save me from this Tyrant Love SONG LXXXIII I Never shall henceforth approve The Deity of Love Since he could be So much unjust by wounding me To leave my Mistress free As if my shame could leave a Print Upon a heart of flint Can flesh and stone Be e're converted into one By my poor flame alone Were he a God he 'd neither be Partial to her nor me But by a Dart Directed into eithers Heart Make both confess his Art Thus being melted with his subtile fire Our loves might mingle into one desire SONG LXXXIV WHy lovely Celia shou'd I fear To tell you that I love Since I no other shape can wear But what you may approve What fault can you with my bright passion find That must be as immortal as your mind 'T is secret friendship that I bring Friendship the Soul of Love A rich though long a banish'd thing To those blest Souls above Only this just return from you I crave As you possess my heart I yours may have The Treacherous he that proffers bliss By glitt'ring joyntures made He only the Impostor is By which you are betraid How vainly will it by you then be sought To gain that freedom which your Tyrant brought The crafty Leopards so doth win On herds that fearless lye With that enamel of his skin Till the surpris'd must die Too late alas then strives the Captive prey From the insulting foe to get away A Mad man's Song LXXXV IN Caves sull of Skulls and rotten old bones There she sighs in the day time and in the night groans Amongst Hosts of the guilty for ever she 'l howl And in beds full of Serpents Eternally rowl But I and rene 'll be merry Amongst happy Lovers we 'll play Ah Charon make hast with your Ferry Row hard and I 'le double your pay A Dialogue between Sorrow and one Afflicted SONG LXXXVI Afflict O Sorrow sorrow say where dost thou dwell Sorrow In the lowest Room of Hell Afflict Art thou born of human race Sorrow No no I have a furious face Afflict Art thou of City Town or Court Sorrow I to ev'ry place resort Afflict Why O why Into the World was Sorrow sent Sorrow Men afflicted best repent Afflict What dost thou seed on Sorrow Broken Sleep Afflict What tak'st thou pleasure in Sorrow To weep To sob to pine to groan To wring my hands and sit alone Afflict When O when shall Sorrow quiet have Never Never Never Never till she find a Grave SONG LXXXVII VVHilst Alexis lay prest in her Arms he lov'd best With his hands round her neck and his head on her breast He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay And his Soul in the Tempest just flying away When Coelia saw this with a sigh and a kiss She cry'd Oh my dear I am robb'd of my bliss 'T is unkind to your Love and unfaithfully done To leave me behind you and die all alone The youth though in hast and breathing his last In pity dy'd slowly whilst she dy'd more fast Till at length she cry'd now my Dear now let us go Now die my Alexis and I will die too Thus entranc'd they did lie till Alexis did try To recover new breath that again he might die Then often they dy'd but the more they did so The Nymph dy'd more quick and the Shepherd more slow The double Health SONG LXXXVIII TUrn off the Glass 't is a crime to see 't full Drinking dead liquor has made us so dull Let slaves and Phanaticks be subject to care Deep thoughts and affairs our fierce enemies are On the Death of Mr. Pelham Humphry SONG LXXXIX DId you not hear the hideous groans The shrieks and heavy moans That spread themselves o're all the pensive Plain And rend the breast of many a tender Swain 'T was for Amintas dead and gone Sing you forsaken Shepherds sing his praise In careless melancholy Lays Lend him a little doleful breath For Amintas poor Amintas cruel Death 'T was thou that mad'st dead words to live Thou that dead numbers didst inspire With charming Voice and tuneful Lyre That Life to all but to thy self could'st give Why could'st thou not thy wondrous art bequeath Poor Amintas poor Amintas cruel Death Chorus Sing pious Shepherds sing while you may Before the approaches of the fatal day For you your selves that sing this mournful Song Alas e're it be long Shall like Amintas breathless be Though more forgotten in the Grave then be SONG XC SUre it is so then let it go Let the giddy-brain'd times run round Let the Cobler be crown'd And Monarchy thus we recover Let Fools go and Preach And the Apes go and teach And the Clown be the amorous Lover Let Fortune be blind and Love prove unkind And a Cobler as stout as Hector Let Diana turn Whore And Excise-men grow poor And a Brewer a second Protector Let the great Epicure no Junkets indure And an excellent Trades-man go hoop Sir Let a Whore-master hap To want a good Clap And a Taylor at last turn Trooper Let Merchants want gains And Lovers high strains And a Farmer his skill in Cowing Let the Lawyer come down To put off his Gown And put on his Jacket for Plowing Let an Hostler want dung And an Orator Tongue And the Poets a sence of framing Let a Lyar want skill To have Wit at will And a common shark know no gaming He that ne're read nor writ Shall be the only Wit And in these and the like disasters There will none think me rude If I boldly conclude

This is a mad World my Masters SONG XCI 'T Was in the pleasant Month of May On a Morn by break of day Forth I walkt the Woods so wide When as May was in her pride There I espyed all alone Phyllida and Coridon Much adoe there was I wot He could love but she could not His Love he said was ever true Nor was mine e're false to you He said that he had lov'd her long She said that Love should have no wrong Cwydon would kiss her then She said Maids must kiss no Men Till they kiss for good and all Then she made the Shepherds call Their fellow Swains to witness sooth Ne're was lov'd so fair a youth Then with many a pretty Oath As yea and nay and Faith and Troth Such as silly Shepherds use When they will not love abuse Love that had been long deluded Was with kisses sweet concluded And Phillida with Garlands gay Was crown'd the Lady of the May. SONG XCII WHat makes you all so dull You lively Lads that love The pleasures of the Plain And sport enchanting Jove My jolly Muse Brings other News And time invites to go Fill Nectar 's Cup The Hare is up We come to sing so ho. My Pipe is of the pure Cane of the Winter Corn By force of Cynthia's lure Transform'd into a Horn Aurora's look Hath chang'd my crook Into a bended Bow And Pan shall keep My patient Sheep While here we sing so ho. Let us like Swains That only undergoes The pleasures of the Plains In place where Boreas blows And every Night Take our delight With our she-friend and so Both night and day We 'll sport and play And merrily sing so ho. SONG XCIII THe Glories of our Birth and State Are shadows not substantial things There is no Armour ' gainst our Fate Death lays his Icy hands on Kings Scepter and Crown Must tumble down And in the Dust be equal laid With the poor crooked Sythe and Spade Some Men with Swords may reap the Field And plant fresh Lawrels where they kill But their strong Nerves at length must yield They tame but one another still Early or late They stoop to Fate And must give up their murmuring breath Whilst the pale Captive creeps to death The Lawrel withers on your Brow Then boast to more your mighty deeds For on Death's Purple Altar now See where the Victor Victim bleeds All Heads must come To the cold Tomb Only the Actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the Dust SONG XCIV VVHen Aurelia first I courted She had Youth and Beauty too Killing Pleasures when she sported And her charms were ever new Conquering time hath now deceiv'd her Which her Glory did uphold All her Arts can ne're retrieve her Poor Aurelia's growing old Those airy Spirits which invited Are retir'd and move no more And those Eyes are now benighted Which were Comets heretofore Want of these abate her Merits Yet I have passion for her Name Only warm and vigorous Spirits Kindle and maintain her flame SONG XCV STill to be neat still to be drest As you were going to a Feast Still to be Powder'd still Perfum'd Lady it is to be presum'd Though Arts hid causes are not found All is not sweet all is not sound Give me a look give me a face That makes simplicity a grace Robes sweetly flowing Hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Then all the Adulteries of Art They wound mine eyes but not my heart Strephon and Daphne SONG XCVI Strephon. COme my Daphne come away We do wast the Crystal day 'T is Strephon calls Daphne What would my Love Strephon. Come follow to the Myrtle Grove Where I with Venus will prepare New Chaplets to adorn thy Hair Daphne Strephon were I shut in this Tree I 'de rend the Bark to follow thee Strephon. My Shepherdess make hast The minutes fly too fast Let 's to those cooler shades where I Blind as Cupid in thine eye Betwixt thy Breasts will ever stray In such warm Snows Who would not lose his way Chorus Wee 'll laugh and leave the World behind Those Gods themselves that see Shall envy thee and me And never tast such joy When they embrace a Deity SONG XCVII VVHy should we not laugh and be jolly Since all the World is mad And lull'd in a dull Melancholy He that wallows in store Is still gaping for more And that makes him as poor As the wretch that ne're any thing had How mad is that damn'd Money-monger That to purchase to him and his Heirs Grows shrivel'd with thirst and hunger While we that are bonny Buy Sack with ready Money And ne're trouble the Scriveners Lawyers Those Gulls that by scraping and toiling Do swell their Revenues so fast Get nothing by all their turmoiling But are marks for each Tax While they load their own backs With the heavier packs And lie down gall'd and weary at last While we that do traffick in tipple Can baffle the Gown and the Sword Whose Jaws are so hungry and gripple We ne're trouble our heads With Indentures or Deeds And our Wills are compos'd in a word Our Money shall never-indite us Nor drag our free minds to thrall Nor Pyrates nor Wracks can affright us We that have no Estates Fear no Plunder nor Rates We can sleep with open Gates He that lies on the ground cannot fall We laugh at those Fools whose endeavours Do but fit them for Prisons and Fines When we that spend all are the savers For if Thieves do break in They go out empty agen And the Plunderers lose their designs Then let us not think on to morrow But tipple and laugh while we may To wash from our hearts all sorrow Those Cormorants which Are troubled with an Itch To be mighty and rich Do but toil for the Wealth which they borrow The Mavor of the Town with his Ruff on What a P is he better than we He must vail to the Man with his Buff on Though he Custard may eat And such lubbarly Meat Yet our Sack makes us merryer then he SONG XCVIII NO I will sooner trust the Wind When falsly kind It courts the pregnant Sails into a Storm And when the smiling Waves perswade Be willingly betray'd Then thy deceitful Eyes or Form Go and beguile some easie heart With thy vain Art Thy smiles and kisses on those Fools bestow Who only see the calms that sleep On this smooth flattering deep But not the hidden dangers know They that like me this falshood prove Will scorn thy Love Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine But he that as they Sacrifice Doth willingly fall twice Dies his own Martyr and not thine SONG XCIX BEauty and Love once fell at odds And thus revil'd each other Said Love I am one of the gods And you wait on my Mother Thou hast no power o're Men at all But what I gave to thee Nor are thou longer fair or sweet Then Men acknowledge thee Away fond Boy then

to be fooling Argues how rude you are In Cupid's Schooling Disdain begets a smile scorn draws us nigh 'T is cause I would and cannot makes me try Chloris I 'de have thee wise When Gallants view thee Courting do thou despise Fly those pursue thee Fast moves an Appetite Makes hunger greater Who 's stinted of delight Falls to 't the better Be coy and kind betimes be smooth and rough And buckle now and then and that 's enough SONG CLVII PHilander and Sylvia a gentle young pair Whose business was loving and kissing his care In a sweet smelling Grove went smiling along Till the youth gave a vent to his heart with his Tongue Ah Sylvia said he and sigh'd when he spoke Your cruel resolve will you never revoke No never she said how never he cry'd 'T is the damn'd that shall only that sentence abide She turn'd her about to look all around Then blusht and her pritty eyes cast on the ground She kist his warm cheeks and then play'd with his neck And urg'd that his reason his passion should check Ah Philander she said 't is a dangerous bliss Ah never ask more and I 'le give thee a kiss How never he cry'd and then shiver'd all o're No never she said and then trip'd to a Bow'r She stopt at the Wicket he cry'd let me in She answer'd I wou'd if it were not a sin Heaven sees and the gods will chastise the poor head Of Philander for this straight trembling he said Heaven sees I confess but uo Tell-tales are there She kist him and cry'd you 're an Atheist my dear And shou'd you prove false I shou'd never endure How never he cry'd and straight backwards he threw her Her delicate body he clasp'd in his Arms. He kist her he prest her heap'd charms upon charms He cry'd shall I now no never she said Your will you shall never enjoy till I am dead Then as if she were dead she slept and lay still Yet even at death she bequeath'd him a smile Which emboldned the youth his charms to supply Which he bore still about him to cure those that die SONG CLVIII TAke oh take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn And those Eyes the break of day Lights that do mislead the Morn But my kisses bring again Seals of Love but seal'd in vain SONG CLIX. WIth an old Song made by an old ancient pate Of an old worshipful Gentleman who had a great estate Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate And an old Porter to relieve the Poor at his gate Like an old Courtier of the Queens And the Queens old Courtier With an old Lady whose anger good words asswages Who every quarter pays her old Servants their wages Who never knew what belong'd to Coach-men Foot-men and Pages But kept twenty old Fellows with blew Coats and badges Like an old Courtier of the Queens And the Queens old Courtier With an old study fill'd full of Learned Books With an old reverend Parson you may know him by his looks With an old Buttery Hatch worn quite off the hooks And an old Kitchen which maintains half a dozen Cooks Like an old Courtier of the Queens And the Queens old Courtier With an old Hall hung round about with Guns Pikes and Bows With old Swords and Bucklers which have born many shrewd blows And an old Frisado Coat to cover his Worship's Trunk Hose And a cup of old Sherry to comfort his copper Nose Like an old Soldier of the Queens And the Queens old Courtier With a good old fashion when Christmass is come To call in his Neighbours with Bagpipe and Drum And good chear enough to furnish every old room And old Liquor able to make a Gat speak and a wise Man dumb Like an old Courtier of the Queens And the Queens old Courtier With an old Huntsman a Faulconer and a kennel of Hounds Which never hunted nor hawkt but in his own grounds Who like an old wise Man kept himself still within his own bounds And when he dy'd gave every child a thousand old pounds Like an old Courtier of the Queens And the Queens old Courtier But to his eldest Son his House and Lands he assign'd Charging him in his Will to keep the old bountiful mind To love his good old Servants and to Neighbours be kind But in th' ensuing you shall hear how he was enclin'd Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's new Courtier Like a young Gallant newly come to his Land And keeps a brace of whores at his own command And takes up a thousand pounds upon 's own Land And lieth drunk in a new Tavern till he can neither go nor stand Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier With a neat Lady that 's brisk and fair Who never knew what belong'd to good house-keeping or care But buys seven Fans to play with the wanton Air And seventeen or eighteen dressings of other Mens Hair Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier With a new Hall built where the old one stood Wherein is burnt neither Coal nor Wood And a Shuffle-board Table smooth and red as blood Hung round with pictures which do the Poor little good Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier With a new study stuff'd full of Pamphlets and Plays With a new Chaplain that swears faster then he prays With a new Buttery Hatch that opens once in four or five days With a new French Cook to make Kickshaws and Toys Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier With a new fashion when Chrisimas is come With a new Journey up to London we must be gone And leave no body at home but our new Porter John Who relieves the Poor with a thump on the back with a stone Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier With a Gentleman Usher whose carriage is complete With a Foot-man Coach-man Page to carry Meat With a waiting Gentle-woman whose dressing is very neat Who when the Master has din'd let 's the Servants not eat Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier With a new honour bought with his Fathers old gold That many of his Father's old Mannors had sold And this is the occasion that most Men do hold That good House-keeping is now grown so cold Like a young Courtier of the Kings And the King 's young Courtier SONG CLX PHillis I pray Why did you say That I did not adore you I durst not sue As others do Nor talk of love before you Should I make known My flame you 'd frown No tears could e're appease you 'T is better I Should silent die Then talking to displease you SONG CLXI A Way with the causes of riches and cares That eat up our Spirits and shorten our years No pleasure can be In state nor degree But it 's mingled