Abodes Hee 'l say that Kings dwell there but here the Gods On Bold-Hall in Lancashire the Antient Seat of our Family now too like to become Extinct THat Hall from Bold did take it's Name And Bold his Name again from Hall Hath told us long from whence we Came But Lord knows whither 't is we shall To Sir W. L. Of the Parliament at Oxon Kal. Jan. THou man of Worth as free as Ayre to Friends Advancing Publique not your Private Ends. Your Countryes Wealth whose loud desert doth call To bring for New-years gifts our hearts All For now the duller sence hath understood Though God makes years new yet you make them good I therefore to yâ—ur crowded Altar bring My little Self and all an Offering But All this All is nothing yet although In power I ebb in will I 'le over-flow When if so mean a Present may suffice You have the offerers heart your sacrifice And so you have my New years gift but you Must give me leave â—o give one prayer too Live blest i th' lower house till mighty Jove Shall make you Peere i th' upper house above Satyr on the Adulterate Coyn Inscribed â—he Common-Wealth c. THat Common-wealth which was our Common-woe Did Stamp for Currant That which must not Goe Yet it was well to Pass till Heaven thought meet To shew both This That were Counterfeit Our Crosses were their Coyn Their God our Hell Till Saviour Charles became Emanuel But now the Devil take their God! Avaunt Thou molten Image of the Covenant Thou lewd Impostor State 's and Traffique's Sin A Brazen Bulk fac'd with a Silver Skin Badge of Their Saints-Pretences without doubt A Wolfe within and Innocence without Like to Their Masqu'd Designs Rebellion Film'd with the Tinsell of Religion Metall on Metall here we may disclose Like Sear-cloth stript from Cromwell's Copper Nose Thou Bastard Relique of the Trayterous crew A mere Invent to give the Devil 's Due Or as a Learned Modern Author saith In their own Coyn to pay the Publique Faith Heavens I thank you that in mine extrem I never lov'd their Money more than Them Curs'd be those Wights whose Godliness was Gain Spoyling Gods Image in Their Soveraign They made our Angels evil and 't is known Their Cross and Harpe were Scandal to the CROWN Had 'mongst the Jews Their Thirty Pence been us'd When Judas truckt for 's Lord 't had been refus'd Worse than that Coyn which our Boyes Fibbs do call A Scotish Twenty-pence is worth them All To their eternal shame be 't brought toth ' Mint Cast into Medals their Names stampt in 't That Charon when they come for Waftage Ore May doubt his Fare and make them wait on shore For if Repentance ransome any thence Know Charles his Coyn must pay their Peter-Pence Prima peregrinos obscaena Pecunia mores Intulit Juv. To the Lady F. C. FAir Beauteous-Eys why do you longer give My hopes that life to tell me that I live Since if Dear Fair You with a smiling eye Do throw a Dart thousands would gladly dye So wisht a Death and in the pleasing fire Of those blest flames give up their Souls t' Expire But when a frown shall cloud those shining Eyes Which yet consume their Martyr'd Sacrifice And châ—ck a lively-hope with dead despair Making a careful life a lively Care When this effect your mystick Beauties prove To make Love Conquer and yet conquer love Eyes tell me not I live since you bequeath At best a dying-dying-life or living death Sweet lips forbear no more a treacherous kiss Shall never tempt my credulous heat to wish Those sugred baits betraying Souls to smart With flattering smiles to slay a lovers heart Though this you thought too mild a death would prove To kill a Servant with a Dart of Love And found a nearer way to Antedate My latter day with a disdainful Fate Causing those lips which made me for to know You lov'd me once now to procure my woe And to be once depos'd from love is more A death to lovers then was life before Lips say not then I live since that your breath Can speak my doom or kisses melt to Death On the Death of Mary Princess Dowager of AURANGE HAyle Graceful Mary summon'd up to be A Member Saint i th' heavenly Hierarchy For since your Virgin Name-sake's peer'd with You Our Ave-Maryes must be doubl'd too What Zeal of Glory did your highness move To rob low-countries to enrich th' Above Or was it in a Complement you fell To leave Henrietta ' thou a Paralel Was 't not enough that Gloucesters shining Star Shrunk the Pair-Royal to a Royal Pair And as Embassador to fit your State Prepar'd the wayes knowing the Path was Strait But must Oh Times more Royal Blood be Spilt To make attonement for the Subjects Guilt Thus the Lamb suffers while the Fox still thrives Heaven's Kingdome 's near 't is time t' amend our lives Curst be that Bane of Greatness a Disease That scandals Galen and Hippocrates So loathsome too the Soul would hardly own The Body at the Resurrection Here let our souls flow from our eyes in Tears Like those whose hopes are stifled by their fears Another Branch lopt from the Royal Tree And shall the Shrubs remain secure free Oh! if our Earthly gods like men must lye How like the Beasts that perish shall Vassals dye 'T is for the Nation sins a Punishment On Princes falls they 'd live if wee 'd Repent All things immortal in this Lady are But meer mortality and that lyes here Whose goodness needs no gloss to set it off Say but 't was Charles his Daughter that 's enough Oh! may her son like her live to Inherit The Mothers Virtue and the Fathers Spirit When heaven will bless it 's blessing with that good Which cannot be express'd less understood The Ages Joy and Grief Envy and Pride You could not think her Mortal 'till she dy'd The wonder of her sex lesse great than good Honouring her Name Enoâ—led by her Blood But Cease to Mourn A Princess never dyes But only as the sun does set to rise In brief be this inscrib'd upon her Tombe Here lyes the Miracle of Christendome O he Jam satis est O he Libelle Mar. Dirus Exclamat Charon Quò pergis Audax Sen. Expect the second Part. A Catalogue of some Books Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in Ivie-lane THe New Common Prayer with choice Cuts in Copper newly engraven suited to all the Feasts and Fasts of the Church of England throughout the Year in a Pocket Volume Doctor Spark's Devotions on all the Festivals of the Year The Alliance of Divine Offices exhibiting all the Liturgies of England since the Reformation by Hamon L'estrange Esq in fol. Justice Revived or the whole Office of a Country Justice in 8. The Exact Constable with his Originals and Power in the Offices of Church-wardens Overseers of the Poor Surveyours Treasurers and other Officers as they are now established by the Laws and Statutes of the Land both by Edw. Wingate Esq Brown's â—epulchral Vrns and Garden of Cyrus in 8. Two Essayes of Love and Marriage 12. Choyce Poems Floddan Field in nine Fitts c. Mr. Richard Brome his Royal Exchange The Jovial Crew English More Love sick Conceit New Exchange Covent Garden Weeded Queen and Concubine All the songs on the Long Parliament and Rump from 1640. to 1660. Songs and other Poems by A. Brome Gent. Mr. Boy 's Translation on the sixth Book of Virgil. Aeneas his Voyage from Troy to Italy an Assay upon the third Book of Virgil in 8. The Pourtraicture of his sacred Majesty King Charles the second from his birth 1630. till this present year 1661. being the whole story of his escape at Worcester his Travels and Troubles Chisul's Danger of being almost a Christian in 12. Choyce Occasional Sermons Mr. Grenfield's Sermon in behalf of the Loyal party Mr. Stone 's Sermon at St. Pauls Octob. 20 1661 against Rebellion Mr. Walwin's Sermon on the happy Return of King Charles the second Eight Choice Sermons preached by Bishop Usher in Oxford in the time of War in 4. A Treatise of Moderation by Mr. Gaule in 8. St. Boneventure's Solioquies in 4. All Mr. L'Estrange's Pieces against Mr. Bagshaw and the Presbyterians Speeds Husbandry in 8. The glories and Magnificent Triumphs of the Restitution of King Charles the Second shewing his Entertainment in Holland and his passage through London and the Countrey comprising all the Honours done to and conferr'd by him By James Heath formerly Student of Ch. Ch. in Oxon. The Covenant discharged by J. Russel in 4. The compleat art of Water-drawing in 4. The Harmony of the World in 8. in 3 parts The Temple of Wisdom useful for all persons being a Magical Discourse in 8. both by John Heyden Esq Jews in America by Mr. Thorogood in 4. Blood for Blood in 35. Tragical stories the five last being the sad product of our late Rebellion in 8. A Discourse of all the Imperfections of Women in 8. Mr. Morton's Rule of Life in 8. A Geographical Dictionary of all the Towns and Cities in the World Holy Anthems sung in all Cathedrals and Collegiate Churches in England Schriverius Lexicon Greek and Latine the fourth Edition much enlarged A learned Exposition on the Proverbs Ecclesiastes Canticles and the Major Prophets by John Trap M.A. The Crums of Comfort The History of the Bible The List of the Loyal party And Case FINIS * Host of the Crown
wit Just as the praiser on the humour hit Encomiums like 〈◊〉 Sermons grew All car'd how well to speak but none how true The Knave and Dunce with both of us did speed As th' Poets humor'd or the Levite fee'd This made wise Readers all our votes despise And their contempt made future writers wise To praise friends wits is out of fashion grown We only now break jests to shew our own ALEX. BROME To the ingenious Mr. Henry Bold on his publishing his Poems THE Press of late became as common As Barbers-Chair or naughty Woman When all fanatique Humours were Frequently broach'd as Ale or Beer But safe in neither such a Crowd Of Ale and History being allow'd A Fresh-man or an elder Brother Was poyson'd straight by one or t'other Had these been extant then th 'ad thought Thy Nectar of the common Draught Like those who little skill'd in Wine Applaud a Tavern for the Sign And hang their gross Opinions there That Sack with Lime to them is rare Just as the Drunken Common Sewer Does with an even throat devour All that 's sent to it so did They Erst swallow Books a greedy way But 't was as Mariott when he feasted Neither half chew'd nor half-digested Kind Providence which thought that Fate Vnfit for thee ordain'd thy date From this blest Age grown now so clear That stead of Glow-worms Stars appear And glorious too but when all 's done 'T is thou that art Apollo's Son But 'cause I Love I write and not to praise He must deserve is fit to give thee Bayes V. Oldis POEMS SONG I. 1. THou Glorious Envy of the Nation Whose renowned Graces Far transcend the Fancies Of a Lovers Brain Whose blooming Cheeks out-vy Carnation While thy Look surpasses Those resplendent Glances Aâ— High-noon do raigne Thy Curious Locks so nicely curl'd Their Every Hair Our Souls ensnare And by a sweet Surprisal Captive all the World The Melting Corals of thy Lips Distill such Balme That in the quame Of a Heart breaking Mistriss He revives that Sipps 2. Thy Graceful Motion and Behaviour Might excuse a Beauty Less in debt to Nature Then thy fayrer Face Where Lovely Ayres and Comely Favor Do Conjure a Duty To Adore your Feature Dwells upon your Place The flowry sweets thy Breasts do wear Shall ne're consume Their rich perfume But make a lasting Summer Flourish all your Year Between whose Hills the Boy doth lye And exercise His Tyrannies Yet joyes us that he doth his Murthers handsomely 3. He 's blest who climbs that swelling Mountain In whose gloomy Valley Sits the Queen of Pleasure In her Royal Fort Bath'd in the streams o th' Odorous Fountain Whence full joyes do sally In o're flowing Measure For the Amorous Sport Where circling in a Genial Kiss I would controule Disputes o' th' School And thence maintain a real Metempsychosis But nought can her Affection move Though Jove to boot Should Court her to 't Florilla wanteth nothing To be Love but Love SONG II. 1. LOve let me have my Mistress such If I must needs have One Whose Mettall will endure the Touch Whose Touch will try the Stone Let her have sense I aske no more A Womans Reason I abhorre 2. Her noon like Eyes should shine so Clear And be so fixt on Mine The Salamander Babies there Should Kindle and Entwine Then Look me Dead that Men may sweaâ— There is no Basilick but Her 3. If th' upper Manna-Lips distill The Sweets of Every food To Sauce the Appetite not fill The Lover Limbeck's good To rellish which let Love invent A way to Crane his Instrument 4. The Thrilloes of her Siren Noice Should Charme an Adders Eare And were she Echo'd all to Voice I 'de be in Love with Her To be Chamaeleon'd who would care So he might juncate on such Ayre 5. I 'de have her Panther in her Breath And Phaenix in her Breast The Vallies that are Vnderneath The Spicery of the East I 'de have Her without much a do But Loe I 'de have her Naked too In spight of Fates thus would I lye Mandrackt to all Eternity SONG III. 1. MIne own Basina come a long The Subject of my Song For thee I long And know my Pretty sweetness know Since thou lov'st me I welcome nothing in the World but Thee 2. Unveyle those Damask Cheeks of Thine Where every graceful Line Is so Divine That were I to receive my Death By thy Fair Eye I 'de Court it bury'd in your Pits to lye 3. Yet cloud thy Face thy Veile keep on If all should gaze thereon They were undone For it may chance thy random Darts Will kill them too Whom I 'de not Wish so Good a Death unto 4. Display thine Armes thy Wealth unfold While like to Jove of old In Liquid Gold I do Carouse it in Lov 's Bowle To such a Bliss Our Souls shall mingle while our bodys Kiss 5. Thus will we Live thus will we Love Till even the gods above Shall Envious prove And after Death we 'l Joy as They Till that appear We 'l have Elizium here as they have there SONG IV. 1. CHloris forbear a While Do not o're joy me Vrge not another Smile Lest it Destroy me That Beauty pleases most And is Best taking Which soon is Woon soon lost Kind yet forsaking I Love a Coming Lady faith I do But now and then I 'de have her scornful too 2. Ore cloud those Eyes of thine Bo-peepe thy Features Warme with an April shine Scorch not thy Creatures Still to display thy Ware Still to be fooling Argues how rude you are In Cupides Schooling Disdain begets a Suit Scorn draws us nigh T is cause I would and cannot makes me Try 3. Fayrest I 'de have theâ— Wise When Gallants view thee And Court do thou despise Flye they 'l persue thee Fasts move an Appetite Make Hunger greater Who 's stinted of Delight Fall's to 't the better Be Kind and Coy by turns be calme rough And buckle now and then and that 's enough SONG V. 1. I 'le Swear they Lye who say they Love One onely Beauteous Face He 's Mad or Honest does not prove A Score in three days space I me a la mode My self pretend that I Am here all-over Love and there could Dye When Faith there 's no such matter seriously 2. Most earnest Love is but in jest I Ladys are cheated all I 've now a hundred Girles at least That do me Servant call I 've Courted them aliâ—e have vow'd sworn My flames of Love a like for All did â—urn When 't is for Her who best will serve my Turn 3. And yet I think my Love 's as True As Constant every way As their's who colour for 't in Blew And Cupid's prizes play Shew me the Lad who best Loves Feat caâ— Dâ— I 'le Do as much as He perhaps More too Yet ne're could Love above an hour or so SONG VI. 1. WHat though thy Feature Fairest Creature Passeth curious fancy far And
No Sword or Shield Us'd in that Field Where all must yeild Or Dye for Love whether they will or no. SONG XXX 1. FAir sinner cloud thine Eyes And shade those hills of Snow Such proud and open Enemies A world may over-throw Those Eyes of thine though ne're so Fair But Engins are To work the Gazers smart And in thy Breasts that sacred Land My wandring Hand Could never find thy Heart 2. Sweet Lips forbear no more I Court not for a Kiss Nay pry'thee little Fool give o're I Love thee not for this No though my busie hand the while i th' Fortunate I'sle Of pleasure franchiz'd be Pox on 't or let my fancy have The thing I crave Or tak 't who 's will for me SONG XXXI 1. MElina dew'd the Roses of her Face With liquild Pearl distlling from her Eye Which gave such Orient lustre to the place As doth the milkie path in starry Skie But when her Eye-lids let their Suns arise She made her sorrows smile then sigh't alas And often doubled in her mournful Cryes Fidelio Dear Fidelio 't is for thee Melina Dyes 2. Who now my joy is budled up in dust Shall chide the follies of the nicer dames Would he but have them yeild they must they must T was he gave love and Beauty all their flames His Hand did whisper Love his fluent Eyes Spake such fine Amours and so void of lust That now He 's gone all ocher I despise Fidelio c. 3. Now may I sigh and count the times are past Suming up every pleasure with a Tear Which could they have a date that would but last None e're had been so happy as we were But Envious death untimely did surprize That sweet which if a goddess had imbrac'â— Sh 'ad drown'd the world with Tears at 's obsequies Fidelio Dear c. 4. Was there a dearth in the Elysian shade Of those rare Souls that Courteous are and True Or were their Ways of Love so Common made That they must snatch thee hence to learn them new 'T was so but sure his spirit sullen lyes Till I come thither when with triumph clad We 'le Teach the gods Loves holier mysteries Till then I sigh Fidelio c. 5. Break Heart to let my Soul ascend And inquisition make i th' Aire 'Mongst all the spirits there attend To cull out that 's most white and Fair What was our Glory now their Pride And that 's mine own mine only friend There is no heaven without him so she cry'd Fidelio dear Fidelio sigh 't her last dy'd SONG XXXII 1. I Came and Lockt and Lik'd and Lov'd And frolickt in her Eye While fair Florilla well approv'd The harmeless courtesie When though my hopes were drown'd Love blaz'd And set on fire my heart While I still gaz'd On that which caus'd my smart Nor could my Tongue declare the wronge Whereby I sadly know No pains above The griefs they prove Who fall in Love And dare not say they do 2. What Priviledge takes the nicer she To me the thing 's all one Whether of softer Wax she be Or of the Parian stone The sport 's the same then tell me why Fancy should be so rude For to deny What iâ— perhaps as good From her that lends And freely spends What Nature to her sent As from that Dame That counts it shame To play the game Which lost she may repent SONG XXXIII King Charles I. in Prison 1. A Dieu fair Love Adieu And yet farewell I never yet could tell How much I honour You Nor You ne're knew But yet Adieu A fairer Aime invites me now To rescue Majesty From Treachery Though well You know I 'de ever do As much for You Then pry'thee let me go The sanguine sword a happy triumph brings Avenging Ladies wrongs but more a Kings One Kiss and then I 'me gone Farewell Dear Heart Yet though I now depart When once the feild is won The War being done And Charles at home When we may freely sit and tell The harmless injuries Of Cupid's Tyrannies VVhat present Hell The absent feel VVhen all is well And w'have no foes to quell But Cavaleers secur'd from low'd Alarmes â—'le come and Quarter in thy peaceful Armes SONG XXXIV 1. WHen first I drove a Trade of Love Learnt before half my time was out I thought if once I could remove The sad Engagements thereabout The Hopes Despaires and Jealousies By some nick-nam'd Love's Tyrannies â— soon might ease my miseries 2. Then strictly I besieg'd a Face which I had summond long go And had design to storme the place Or to surprize the Female foe Prepar'd Granado'd Oaths to do 't Hayl shot of Vowes and Prayers to boot But see how soon the Fool came to 't 3. Without a parley to Compound Herself and all she did up yeild I raz'd the fortress to the Ground And became master of the Field Fell to the spoil purchas'd the Best Of all the Jewels there possest Restoring some reserv'd the Rest. 4. When I had done what I could do And once Love's fiery Try all o're I Tam'd my self i th' conquest too Repented what was done before Thus thought I when I this did see If in Love's Triumphs no more pleasure be I 'le still Beseige take in who 's well for me SONG XXXV 1. LOw as my fair Florilla's feet I lye Rap't in an Extasie Till I am doom'd either to live or dye But oh her curtain'd Eye she does display Whose every single Ray Makes me a lasting everlasting day 2. Quicken'd by that enlivening Beam I move As when Antaeus strove From th' Earth she treads more vigorus I prove Although her Look such virtual heat had thrown As might excuse the Sun From 's Clubb to th' Act of Generation 3. Toucht Kiss'd my dearest fair then stood good Resolved all to Blood That Passion might have made it's action â—ut Over loving turn'd to sin for I seem'd as design'd thereby â—eerly for to Encrease and Multiply 4. â—ill from her Front Beaut'ys Majestique throne Fell something like a Frown â—Vhich bold desire hath checkt and over-thrown Hence I like one inspir'd from aboue VVill spight of Cupid prove Venus the Queen Florilla Queen of Love SONG XXXVI 1. OH stifle not longer mine Eager desire VVhich in it's own flames Phaenix like would expire And closer then cockles when we shal entwine My dearest I 'le breath out my Soul into thine 2. Thy beauty shall nourish as well as delight Our sences to feast and a longing invite VVhilest thou in our dallyâ—nce persumest the Aire VVith thy Breath that 's as sweet as thy Beauties are fair 3. Thy hand at whose touch I do melt into blâ—od Shall busily range in an amorous mood Till at length being entranc'd by Lov 's mystical charms Thou boldly resign'st thy self into mine Armes 4. Where having given over thy sâ—lf for a while That I may discover thy forâ—unat Isle Whil'st in Admiration my Passions are hurld In Embrasing of thee I do
swear In an hour more spirit from her Then Sack yeilds thee in a year G 5. Getting Kisses here 's no coyle Here 's no Handkercheifes to spoyle Yet I better Nector sipp Then e're dwelt upon thy Lip And though still and mute she be Quicker wit she brings to me Then e'reâ— could find in thee B. 5. Though for a Kiss we strive a while Pay tears to purchase half a smile VVe scorn when hence such bliss is got The Kissing cupp or Smiling pot Though we talk not as before Blame us not to think the more Fancying Kingdomes o're and o're G. 6. If I go ne're look to see Any more a fool of me I 'le no liberty up give Nor a maudlin Lover live Thou shalt never bring me to 't No not all thy smiles shall do 't Nor thy Maiden-head to boot B. 6. VVhen I come I 'me sure to find A brave Gallant to my minde VVhere I 'le my Liberty give o're And be maudlin Drunk no more I shall soon be thither led Each smile shall win me to her Bed And all for her Maiden-head G. 7. But if thou wilt take the pain To be good but once again And if one smile call me back Thou shalt be that Lady Sack Faith but try and thou shalt see VVhat a Loving Soul I 'le be VVhen I 'me Drunk with none but thee B. 7. But when all my pains are spent If thou yeildst no fresh content And let'st Sack me re-invite She shall be my whole delight Faith ne're try for then you 'l see VVhat a Ranter I shall be VVhen I 'me drunk with her not thee Never try for then you 'l know VVhat brave feats this Sack can show VVhen I 'me drunk as driven Snow SONG XLIII 1. COme my sure drinking Blades VVhose never known Trades Are excus'd from the Curse of the women From Plot or design But for money or Wine VVhile priviledg'd draughts Are loose as your thoughts And drink makes you only Freemen Be brisk as a lowse o th' Body or mouse When the Puss does Catlin a Fiddle For the Drawer shall bring Ague like in the Spring A Cure for a King Oh! t is Sack that 's the thingâ—s T is an All in all That will come at the call The Sick-man's health And the poor man's wealth 'T is a kind of a Riddle-me-riddle Then Oh! my brave bully Why sit'st thou so dully And dreyn'st up thy gully With spung'd Melancholly 'T is a Fiefor-shame to thy breeding To sit like those Make Children shoes And tamper thy chapps Like a Clark in 's Clapps Or on Brawn an old Goâ—sip a feeding Cho. It is Wine That 's divine Must refine Our dull Souls There 's no mirth In the Earth Where 's a Dearth Of the Bowls 2. Come a Health to a Mis ' A brimmer it is To the first Letter this Then sillable all together Oh! a Name of an Ell. That 's beyond our spell Would do rarely well To multiply Cups on either We 'le Drink not fight For a Ladies right He 's no Draught's man that will wrong one And hence maintain By the Drink w'have ta'ne There 's no good Name But a Long one Thus our mistrisses live And fates servive While others are perisht and rotten We Saint each Lass Canoniz'd in a Glass And their beauties are never forgotten Cho. It is Wine c. 3. Well! how goes the Glass Let 's see has he done it So so let it pass He 's next who begun it T was I that swallowd the first I Let 's not Drink to halves Like Waltham's Calves And home agen turn a thirsty Ralph prime him a bowle Happy man be his dole Here 's soveraign Sack For the brains and the back T is good for the gentle and simple 'T is not for nought As the Wiser have thought That the Devil 's so near the Temple T was this in a word Made the Cobler a Lord Till relaps'd to bewitched water In an ill time then Recoblâ—r'd agen VVas never his own man after Our Soul is a Salt As Philosopher's call 't But given to keep us from stinking But Nature had sure Other end to procure A Thirst for to furtâ—er our Drinking Then why does this Blade Drink so like a Maid While he thinks no body does mind him Yet daily he Views The Danger accrew ' By leaving the Liquour behind him This youth suites me best Who would ne're let it rest Ill Conscience like were the Bowle his But sucks like a Man With a Throat like a Crane And wracks down his Body a whole Piece Say what pleasure is 't For to supply the Twist Of a Quean he 's Fool that will ask it The Plow-man is sound While he 's Tearing the Ground And busi'd in Pinning the Basket Cho. It is Wine That 's Divine Must refine Our dull Souls There 's no Mirth â—n the Earth Where 's a Dearth Of the Bowlâ— SONG XLIV 1. FOrtune is blinde And Beauty unkind The Devil take 'um both One is a Witch And t' other 's a Bitch In neither 's Faith or Troth There 's hazard in Hap Deceit in a Lap But no fraud in a Brimmer If Truth in the bottom lye Thence to redeem her We 'le drain a whole Ocean dry 2. Honour 's a Toy For Fooles a Decoy Beset with Care and Fear And that I wusse Kills many a Pusse Before her Clymacht year But Freedome and Mirâ—h Create a new birth while Sack 's the Aqua-vitae That vigour and spirit gives Liquour Almighty Whereby the poor mortal lives 3. Let us be Blith In spight of death's sythe And with a heart and half Drink to our Friends And think of no ends But keep us sound and safe While healths do go round No malady's found The maw sick in the morning For want of it's wonted straive Is as a warning To double it o're againe 4. Let us maintain Our Traffique with Spain And both the Indies sleightâ— Give us their Wines Let them keep their mines We 'le pardon Eighty eight There 's more certain wealth Secur'd from stealth In one Pipe of Canary Then in an Vnfortunate Isle Let us be wary â—e do not Our selves beguile SONG XLV Latin'd thus by the Author 1. SOrs sine Visu Formaque Risu Sint pro Daemone Haec Malefica Ista Venefica Fallax utraque Sors mera est Fo rs Sinusque vecors Sed â—raus nulla in Toto In Fundo si Veritas sit Potu Epoto Oceanus Siccus fit 2. Honor est Lusus Stultis illusus Curâ catenatâ Hâcque ut fatur Catus necatur Morte non paratá Dum vero Graecamur Nos Renovamur Nam Aqua vitae vinum Vires spiritusque dat Idque Divinum A morte nos Elevat 3. Jam simus laeti Spretâ vi Lethi Cordatiâ—sime Vt Combibones Non ut Gnathones Sarti-tectique Dum Pocula spument Morbi absument Ac manè Corpus Onustum Prae alienatione Acuit gustum Pro iteratione 4. Perstet quotannis Merx cum
Three female idle feaks who long'd for pigs head For near this place there 's many a hundr'd ligs dead Three strapping Queans much like for hanch and butteress Toboso's Dul Mal Tornes and Joan Gutterez One â— accosted thus wilt please you Madam T' accept of Gloves for Fairings would you had ' um But quoth the Man of Ale what i st d' ye lack ho Some Canns cryes Jack an ounce o th' best Tobacco Which we suckt off until our colours rose high And knockt in peales like to the Bells of Osney Drink and more Drink still as for Gold cry'd Midas Let 's drink out Thursday ne're take care for Fridays When up there comes two Demy Lads o th' catling Whom I rebuk't quoth Jack Hall hold your pratling But oh 't was such a charming dose of Musick Would cure the Tarrantula were you sick Like to a Coffin strung with guts of screech Owle And sung as when sometimes y'have heard a Bich howle Comparison I know no fitter one Then your hoars Whooping in a Reed of Bitteron And made more Mouths in quarter of an hour Then ever God Almighty did four Their Trebles too were both High base beside one o th' sticks was like to that the Divel rides on But up they strike and so does Jack a plain Dance That Cratchet ne're comes into 's head o th' Main-chance But he is rare for Friscols nay what 's worse He treads a measure like a Millers Horse But in the Close of all I beckoning Unto him said how goes the Reckoning How shal this Nag be curry'd t is a short one And soon enough quoth He you Fidlers sport on Play off your Canns you Rogues your Case I 'le warrant If Fidle's good inded Jack had a care on 't For why when Head was light as Cork or Feather And they had been some thrice by th' Eares together And were as drunk as ere were Sowes of David For while there 's any Liquor moves they 'l have it And busi'd were 'bove stairs with bonny Bess H' had left them Fidle yea and money less Jack urg'd me to 't I made not any word Disliking Bardolph's Edge of penny Cord And vile reproach for had there tryal been 'T would grieve oâ—e suffer for a Vyallin And Oxford Organist like Meredeth Live merry life and dye a merry death But 't would not fadge Jack calling then his name sake Did suffer what I could not do for shame sakâ— He did but proffer in his Far to Whisper To know how the Case stood aut par aut dispair But fancying as it seems Jacks way of payment Cryes Wellcome Gentlemen ne're seizd on Royment I proud it was no worse as erst with Pordage Rejoyc't at heart to be excus'd o th' Mortgage But clear of that as after calm comes Tempest Ensures Sir Henryes woe where you have him drest In a sweet prickle sweeter sure was never heard Lest when at Divil Iteby pawn'd Everard Or else that morn at sign of Oxford Beaton For two and ten pence faith that was a nâ—at one Well! from the Castle as before I told ye We went to th' sign of what the Divel would ye 'T was as I take it to the sign o th' White Hart Or Sign that he was Drunk for then he 's right for 't But thither 't was we went where God shall sa'me I thought the Drawers or the Divil would ha'me For honest Jack had call'd for Drink and more Drink Then goes for money which trick some but poor think But you may hope as quick return from Phlegeton As from Jack Harris if once he be gone And is he gone the Divel go with him I swear I felt him going whilest he stayed there For Jack although he seldome goes to Church Ne're comes to Tavern but he leaves i th' lurch VVith Quart of Sack into a Box the wedge me VVhere who the Divel did they think should pledge me Th' old Souldier's safe enough and e'en as well is As heart could wish i th' smoke with Peter Ellis Or else good man though I being now past hope He 's bayling Richardson or Boyling Sope. Then fancy'd I Jack's way of pay by whisper The marke was fair enough but faith I mist her The Mistriss liking no such trick in ten Would hear no more then did Brickenden His Fathers Lectures matter sure not much is I 'le e'ne adventure to escape your clutches When going fairly off in mine opinion Drunk as the driven-snow or Leek or Onyon A fellow tall of hand and foul of Finger Hardy of Toe indeed he was a Swinger Begins to fall to 's work aboard he claps me Or rather under board whate're behaps me I must Endure flings me from Post to Piller In troth I bore that time like any Thiller Then did he quit me in length thirteen paces Takes up agen A pox ' on such Embraces Hold thy dead doing hand quoth I set Iron side But harder he then was that Iron-side Who manag'd Corbett while yet liv'd my Grand Sir Had no remorse was like the Country Answer To what 's Clock Iron Steel and brass upon 't H' had made a puny of Gines Passamont My story sure may pass i th' rank of woe Yanguesian Carryers ne're us'd Sancho so He Chucks me too and fro like Doit or farthing But could not get a penny by the bargin Until there came to me as best became her One of a great House was Sir name to Chamber With Mony thick and thick without ambages It was the gross Remainder of her Wages Some seven whole Groats and half reserv'd sans mockings Out of her vast revenews to buy-stockings Which she did drop peice-meal since with her 't was hard And gave by fits and girds as some get Bastard Or Divel Hors colts finding her hard-hearted We like a fooll and 's mony were soon parted And with dry thanks to my redeemrest Betty I e'ne go home and there 's an end that 's pitty Marston Ale-house April 13th 1648. I And two friends of mine who ne're had been there Did take a walk to Marston after dinner And here 's the truth whatever praters say 'T was of all dayes upon a Satursday And if I do not much mistake the Chorus Pembroke his Exit had the day before us But w' had no Vollyet when we went hence To send us packing with a Vengeance But fair and softly out o th' East-port We march a long But here 's the best sport One of us three whether he be sick I can't tell well but he took Physick And in a word for nothing swerveâ— It was a Mornings draught of Scurvy Or else Sage Ale for you may ha' both And now t' had broke the Jewish-Sabboth And Workt like mad As for a Privy There was none but where th' Ox in Livy Might do his business It no scoff is He needed much a House of Office As for a Bush be could not chuse one Or any Ditch but Madge or Susan Had seen him do