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
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
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 sâ—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 bâ—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
the Frolick go round Hark hark how the brids in sweet consort conspire The Lark and the Nightingale joyn And in every Grove there 's an amorous Choire While nothing but mirth is their harmless design Since the Hills and the Valleys together abound Let Mortals bear a part and the Frolick go round Methinks the god Paâ— whose Subjects we are Sits and smiles on his flowery Throne He accepts our kind offering every one Our May-pole's his Scepter our Garland his Crown Since the Hills and the Valleys together abound Let Mortals bear a part and the Frolick go round SONG III. THe delights of the Bottle and the charms of good Wine To the Powers and the Pleasures of Love must resign Though the Nights in the Joys of good drinking be past The debauches but till the next morning do last But Love's great debauch is more lasting and strong For that often lasts a Man all his Life long Love and Wine are the bonds which fasten us all The World but for these to confusion would fall Were it not for the Pleasure of Love and good Wine Mankind for each trifle their lives would resign They 'd not value dull Life but would live without thinking Nor would Kings rule the World but for Love and good Drinking SONG IV. TEll me no more you love Unless you will grant my desire E'ry thing will prove But Fuel unto my Fire 'T is not for kisses alone So long have I made my address There 's something else to be done Which you cannot chuse but guess 'T is not a charming smile That brings me my perfect joys Nor can I be beguil'd With sighs or craving eyes There is an essence within Kind Nature has clear'd the doubt Such bliss cannot prove a Sin Therefore I will find it out SONG V. Dorinda's lamentation for Amintas A Dieu to the pleasures and follies of Love For a passion more noble my fancy doth move My Shepherd is dead and I live to proclaim With sorrowful notes my Amintas his Name The Wood-Nymphs reply when they hear me complain Thou never shake see thy Amintas again For Death hath befriended him Fate hath defended him None none alive is so happy a Swain You Shepherds and Nymphs that have danc'd to his lays Come help me to sing forth Amintas's praise No Swain for the Garland durst with him dispute So sweet were his Notes whilst he sung to his Lute Then come to his Grave and your kindness pursue To weave him a Garland of Cypress and Yew For life hath forsaken him Death has o'retaken him No Swain again will be ever so true Then leave me alone to my wretched Estate I lost him too soon and I lov'd him too late You Ecchoes and Fountains my witnesses prove How deeply I sigh for the loss of my Love And now of our Pan whom we chiefly adore This favour I never will cease to implore That I may go above And there enjoy my Love And live more happy than ever before The Catholick Lover SONG VI. T Is not enough great gods 't is not enough That I one single beauty love No no Eternal powers if you Envy the peace my mind once knew If 't be my Fate to be a slave If I must love and such passions have Let not one Quiver or one Bow One glance one dart one Arrow do Let many eyes my freedom break Let many chains me Captive make 'T is Caesar-like From many wounds a death to take SONG VII LOng since fair Clarinda my passion did move Whilst under my friendship I cover'd my Love But now I must speak though I fear 't is in vain 'T is too late in my Death to dissemble my pain In telling my Love though I fear she 'l deny I shall ease my sad heart and more quietly dye Ah sure by my eyes you my passion might find No friendship e're languish'd or look'd half so kind Though I said not I lov'd you might see it too plain Friends use not to sigh nor to speak with such pain Each touch of your hand such a warmth did inspire My Face was all flam'd and my heart all a fire My thoughts are so tender my Tongue cannot tell What bliss wou'd be yours could you love half so well Let the thing with a Title our property move Let him have the shew and let me have the Love I have lov'd you so long that if now you delay You 'l owe me so much as you never can pay SONG VIII WHat fighs and groans now fill my breast And suffer me to take no rest For my Carmelia Oh she 's gone And left me here to sigh alone But is she dead Then I 'le go see If in her Grave there 's room for me Oh cruel Fate that so design'd To take her and leave me behind And thou Oh death whose quick Alarms Have snatcht her rudely from my Arms Canst thou not find a way for me To my Carmelia's brest to flee Dye then Anselmio why dost stay Since thy Carmelia leads the way Oh! die yet faster do not live That dearest Nymph for to survive Now dearest Soul I come I fly Always to live with thee I die SONG IX VVHy should Friends and Kindred gravely make thee Wrong thy self and cruelly forsake me Be still my dearest Mistress hang Relations Love 's above their dull considerations Let 'em live and heap up treasure Whilst that thee and I enjoy our pleasure He that seeks a Mistress in a portion Puts himself to use with damn'd extortion If he must be brib'd to copulation Pox upon his Love 't is out of fashion Where we like no matter what the estate is 'T is not Love except we shew it Gratis How to see the Miser have I wondred Weighing out his passion by the Hundred Ne're consulting Birth nor Education Vertue without Wealth 's but prophanation Be she old or ugly 't is no matter So she is but rich he 'l venture at her Joynture is a sordid Lay-invention Quite beside our Nature and Intention When we wou'd agree it makes resistance Finding tricks to keep us at a distance Then who poorly make a new Election Suffers wealth to trouble his affection SONG X. A Rant MAke a noise Pull it out And drink about Brave Boys T'other Cup Fill the Glass You sober Ass Turn up Why so sad Wee 'le have more Upon the score My Lad Let the Rabble Prate and babble Fontre Diable We will all be mad Sing a Catch Serenade In Masquerade The Watch Prittle prattle Tittle tattle Give 'em battle They shall find their match See they come Staves and Pikes Who ever strikes Strike home Come Boys draw Fairly meet 'Em in the street Saw Saw Bravely done Cut and slash The Weapons clash They run How they wallow Let us follow Hoop and hallow For the day is won All 's our own Every Crack Must on her back Lye down Let us muster In a cluster Huff and bluster For we rule the Town Play along Sing and
Look down you 'l discover Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover With a heart full as true As e're languisht for you Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover The heart that was once a Monarch in 's breast Is now your poor Captive and can have no rest 'T wil never give over But about your sweet bosom will hover Dear Miss let it in By Heaven 't is no sin Here 's a faithful young vigorous Lover SONG LXII CLoris when you disperse your influence Your dazling beams are quick and clear You so surprize and wound the sence So bright a Miracle you appear Admiring Mortals you astonish so No other Deity they know But think that all Divinity 's below One charming look from your Illustrious face Is able to subdue mankind So sweet so powerful a grace Makes all Men Lovers but the blind Nor can they freedom by resistance gain For each embraces the soft chain And never struggles with the pleasing pain SONG LXIII VVHen first my free heart Was inspir'd by desire So loft was the wound And so gentle the fire My sighs were so sweet And so pleasant the smart I pitty'd the slave That had ne're lost his heart He thinks himself happy And free but alas He 's far from that Heaven Which Lovers possess In Nature was nothing That I could compare With the beauty of Chloris I thought her so fair A Wit so Divine All her sayings did fill A Goddess she seem'd And I thought of her still With a zeal more enflam'd And a passion more true Then a Martyr in Flames For Religion can shew More vertues and graces I found in her mind Then the Schools can invent Or the gods e're design'd She seem'd to be mine By each glance of her eye If Mortals might aim At a blessing so high Each day with new favours New hopes she did give But alas what is wisht We too soon do believe With awful respect While I lov'd I admir'd But fear'd to attempt What so much I desir'd In a moment my Joys And my hopes were destroy'd A Shepherd more daring Fell on and enjoy'd Yet in spight of my Fate And the pains I endure In a second Amour I will seek for my cure SONG LXIV VVHat does the fair Clariza mean To tantalize her Servant so She frowns and sweetly smiles agen Whence these alternate Fancies flow Flong to know Though they for trivial causes are Each glance to me 's a several Fate My Heart 's the Ship her Eye the Star The Port it Sails to love or hate Which on her wait When sad Aurora's clouded dress Seems to portend a stormy day The dying flow'rs their heads depress But take new Life from Sol's bright Ray I fare like they Though Love has made me Reason's Foe Some weak reflexions still remain Which her deriding scorn do show By which my faults and her disdain I see too plain Yet let her know that still I love If that 's presumptuous I adore But if my Fate uncertain prove And she mysterious as before I 'le love no more To all but that Divinest she My flame shall ever be unknown If just contempt my purchase be My ill success I 'le never own To more than one Neither favour nor force nor fear nor delight Shall make me discover if she will but Write SONG LXV BE jolly my friend For the Money we spend On Women and Wine to our selves we do lend The Ladies embraces And our Carbuncled Faces Will gain us more credit then the Muses or the Graces Then Sirrah be quicker And bring us more Liquor We 'l have nothing to do with Physician or Vicar We 'le round with our Bowls Till our passing Bell toles And trust no such Quacks with our Bodies or Souls SONG LXVI CEase Chloris cease to wonder why My cheeks so pale so dim my eye Admire no more my shortned breath No more foretel m'approaching death For now it only lies in you To make your Omen false or true From the Physician you in vain Inquire the Nature of my pain In vain you weep for when you please You only you can give me ease And none will think you truly grieve For one you care not to relieve By meaner passions you endure What by a nobler you may cure Change but your Pity into Love And so the cause in both remove This by a strange discovery You 'l cheat the World yourself and me SONG LXVII AH fading Joy How quickly art thou past Yet we thy ruine hast And what too soon would die help to destroy As if the cares of humane Life were few We seek out new And follow Fate which does too fast pursue In vain does Natures bounteous hand supply What pievish mortals to themselves deny See how on ev'ry Bough the Birds express In wild Notes their happiness Not anxious how to get or spare They on their Mother Nature lay their care Why then shou'd Man the Lord of all below Such troubles chuse to know As none of all his Subjects undergo Chorus Hark hark the Waters fall And with a murmuring sound Dash dash upon the ground To gentle slumbers call SONG LXVIII A Curse on the Zealous and Ignorant crew That languish all day And with passion obey The senceless decrees that Platonicks pursue How poor and unhappy Unhappy are those pretenders Who fearless of scandal or vulgarly shame Diminish their flame But blest is the Man that with freedom enjoys A beauty whose eyes Like the Stars in the Skies Produce new delights till his Appetite cloys How happy unhappy How happy are these pretenders Who fearless of scandal or vulgar reproach Pursues his debauch Elizium's a grief and a torment compar'd To that we can prove In enjoyment of Love Where Lovers in raptures still meet a reward The tales of the Ancient Of future delights are ungrounded In loves kind fruition where Souls have access Oh there 's the true bliss SONG LXIX A Dieu my Cordelia my dearest adieu No passion more slighted was ever more true No torment severer than this could you prove To enjoyn him by absence that 's chain'd by your love Subdu'd by your charms y'inflam'd my desire Till a spark from your eyes set me all on fire O cruelty shown no offence but Love known Exil'd and out-law'd by a hard hearted Stone SONG LXX OH name not the day least my senses reprove And curse my poor heart for the knowledge of Love Ah the ignorant fate of a fearful young Lover When a sign is return'd not to have Wit to discover To delay a kind Nymph from her hour of design Is to dig for a Treasure and sink in the Mine A Musical Instruction for a Young Lady SONG LXXI TO play upon the Vial if A Virgin will begin The first of all she must know her Cliff And all the stops therein Her Prick she must hold long enough Her Back-falls gently take Her touch must gentle be not rough At each stroke she must shake She must unto her
Bow fly And stick close to her Fiddle Her Feet must hold the lower end And her knees must hold the middle Two fingers on the Hair must lie And two upon the Back She must ever keep true time And with her Feet it pat And when she hath as she would have She must it gently thrust Up Down Swift Slow at any rate As she her self doth list When by experience she doth find That she grows something cunning She 'l ne're be contented in her mind But whilst the Bow is running SONG LXXII VVHen first my dear Delia my heart did surprize By the attraction of Beauty and power of her Eyes I trembl'd and sigh'd and stedfastly gaz'd Until all my thoughts into raptures were rais'd That Monarch's unworthy who grudges to part With Scepter and Crown to attain such a Heart SONG LXXIII HOw bonny and brisk how pleasant and sweet Were Jenny and I while my passion is strong So cagerly each others flame we did meet That a minutes delay did appear to be long The Vows that I made her she seal'd with a kiss Till my Soul I had lost in a rapture of bliss I vow'd and I thought I cou'd ever have lov'd Where beauty and kindness together I found So sweetly she look't and so sweetly she mov'd That I fancy'd my strength with my joys to abound For the pleasures I gave she did doubly requite By finding out ever new ways to delight At last when enjoyment had put out my fire My strength was decay'd and my passion was done So pall'd was my Fancy so tame my desire That I from the Nymph very fain would have gone Ah Jenny said I we adore you in vain For Beauty enjoy'd does but turn to disdain SONG LXXIV THey call they call what voice is that A Lady in despair Whose Tears and Sorrows comes too late Her losses to repair By too much Pride I 've lost a heart I languish to regain And yet I 'de kill the Man I love E're own my pleasing pain Some gentle spirit shew the Fate Of him I love but fain wou'd hate In vain in vain thou seek'st our aid Thy passion to remove For see alas the foul event Of thy too Tragick Love See see the Crown thou didst disdain Another Brow must wear Then sigh and weep no more in vain But die in deep despair May this be all proud Beauties fate Still to repent their Pride too late SONG LXXV NAy let me alone I protest I 'le be gon 'T is a Folly to think I 'le be subject to one Never hope to confine A young Gallant to dine Like a Scholar of Oxford On none but a Loin For after enjoyment our bellies are full And the same Dish again makes the Appetite dull By your wantoning Art Of a sigh and a start You endeavour in vain To inveigle my heart For the pretty disguise Of your languishing eyes Will never prevail With my Sinews to rise 'T is never the Mode in an amorous Treat When a Lover hath dined to perswade him to eat Faith Betty the Jest Is almost at the best 'T is only variety Makes up the Feast For when we 're enjoy'd And with pleasures are cloy'd The vows that we made To love ever are void And now pretty Nymph it was ever unfit That a meal should be made of a relishing bit SONG LXXVI TYrant thou seekest in vain With her pure blood thy guilty Sword to stain Heaven does that sacred blood design To be the source of an immortal Line Death will not dare to touch that heart Which Love hath chosen for his Dart. Chorus Fair Innocence and Beauty are Of watchful Heaven the chiefest care But the devouring Monster shall A Sacrifice to Justice fall Richmond does fly to your redress Love's Messengers can do no less His Sword shall with one blow Cut off your Fetters and Tyrants too All resistance vain will prove When valout is inspired by Love Chorus Tyrants by Heaven and Earth are curst They swell with blood untill they burst But Lovers are wise Natures care What Tyrants ruine they repair SONG LXXVII AST was Walking In a May Morning I heard a Bird sing Cuckoo Upon a Tree of choice She sung with pleasant voice Which made my heart rejoyce Cuckoo She noddled up and down And she swore by her Crown Her Friends liv'd in this Town Cuckoo All you that Married be Come learn this Song of me And so we shall agree to be Cuckoo Upon a Tree SONG LXXVIII GOd Cupid's for certain as foolish as blind To settle his heart upon people unkind His punishment's just for not having regard To gentle complyers but ungrateful and hard And you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue As shadows do follow those who run away And fly those that follow as if 't were at play As Death soonest searcheth Men fearing to die From those who wish for him he farthest doth fly So you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue If a shade you embrace you 'l find your hands empty If you court a fair face she 'l nothing but tempt ye Reciprocal kindness you 'l always see missing Returning base scorn as bad as a hissing So you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue The Lovers hard fate is sure from above True love meets disdain as disdain doth with Love Or else flesh and blood could ne're be so cruel To give gentle flame so dismal a Fuel Chorus Thus you 'l find it for ever like Oracle true Love will fly the pursuer the flyer pursue SONG LXXIX I 'De have you quoth he Wou'd you have me quoth she O where Sir In my Chamber quoth he In your Chamber quoth she Why there Sir To kiss you quoth he To kiss me quoth she O why Sir Cause I love it quoth he Do you love it quoth she So do I Sir SONG LXXX WHat shall we do When our eyes are surrounded With Beauties like you Our hearts must be wounded If we fly from the War Your Darts do o're-take us And if we stay there Your Captives you make us Engaging or flying w' are sure to be slain Then who is so mad such a Fight to maintain And yet Oh! how sweet Are the wounds of your glances Then nobly we 'l meet Though we fall by your Lances When your smiles do evince That our Death will be pleasant Better die like a Prince Then live like a Peasant If engaging or flying we are certain to die 'T is courage to fight and a folly to fly SONG LXXXI THou art so fair and cruel too I am amaz'd what shall I do To compass my desire Sometimes thy eyes do me invite But when I venture kill me quite Yet still encrease my fire Ost have I try'd my love to quell And thought it's fury to repel Since I no hopes do find But when I think
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
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