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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43693	London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.	Hicks, William, fl. 1671.	1673 (1673)	Wing H1887A; ESTC R4745	41,718	138

end He cry'd her mercy said he could not look It was so dark and thought he had mistook No said the Bride most sweetly then y' are right As if our Taper here were burning bright They bust and kist and bust agen and kist And she though Palsy head it seldom mist They both now fill'd with Ale brains in 't did steep So Arms in Arms our Lovers fell asleep So for the will though nothing else indeed To Love the Beggars built a Piramide The Epilogue to the Beggars Wedding TOth ' Beggars Trade I 've serv'd 2 Prentiships For which I know I 've tasted several whips Give your advice d' ye think I now am made Free o' th' Beggars Company and the Trade My mind in secret to your ear I speak Is such as I am sure I shall not break Unless in passion when no meat I get When Belly-timber wants 't will make one fret For otherwise when abroad I lead my Scorta We each may say Omnia mea mecum porta And being Philosophers there 's none will scant Their pittance to us that we ne'r shall want Then let Boreas burst his cheeks anth ' Sea roar The Beggars bark can ne'r be tumbled o'r What fitter subject for my Muse can be Than make Descriptions of our company But being in hast and for some causes vext I 'll cease and happily may say more i' th' next For the Beggars theam too well my fortunes fit My Fancy's beggarly too faith and so 's my wit TWo Lords 4 Knights 3 Squires and I the least My kind Friend Willy bids unto his feast Where was both fish and flesh and all such cates Which men are wont to have that feast great states To pay for which next day he sold his Nag Of whose swift pace he used much to brag Well I 'll ne'r care for red and fallow Deer If that a Horse so Cook'd make so good cheer A Song 1. T Is true fair Phillis heretofore I your Beauty did adore And gave my Captive heart a prize To the conquest of your eyes 2. But since that you so cruel prove To reject my chastest love And do wound me by disdain Give me back my heart again 3. Although I 'm sure I cannot be Contented with my liberty I am resolved to submit To good old Sack to cherrish it On his fair but faithless Mistress GO perjur'd Wretch women I 'll court no more Since Delia false doth prove who always swore In true affection she would constant prove Yet now forgets mine for anothers love Now every feature which appear'd to me So beautiful is meer deformity Her face which heretofore Angels outride Is Leprous with her falshood and her pride Then since no constancy in Women can Be found I 'll make my-Amours to a man A Song 1. I Dye and yet I dare not speak To her who doth my passion move This thought alone my heart doth break To know I dare not own my Love When e'r I see her charming eyes I straight become her Sacrifice She 's fair which makes me doubt she 'l prove So cruel to reject my love 2. Upon this Altar of my heart Love's pure and chastest flames do burn When Love and Death shall act their part If she but look within my Urn. Engraven on my heart she 'l see The Idea of her my Deitie My Epitaph shall be my fate My Love made me unfortunate The Jealous Girl mistaken in a Dialogue between Menalcas and Licoris 1. HEre here my fair Licoris Sit thee down thy weary'd Limbs to rest Where drooping Violets so like thy self Have made for thee a Nest Grass for our Sheep here store is And a shade the Sun can ne'r infest As dark and gloomy as the greif Wherewith thou seem'st so sore opprest Now let me know The cause of thy dear Woe Whose precious Food Is of thy Tears and Blood And for whose nourishment Thy self thou near hast spent 2. Menalcas dost thou ask it Need the root inquire what Fruit it bears Thou wer 't the Spring of all my Joys And Fountain Art of all my Tears Therefore do no more Mask it Pitty Friend worse then true scorn appears I shortly shall be gone and with me yours And your Faith Phillis fears 'T is she False man Makes me so pale and wan So sorrow slain With that she wept amain And hung her gentle head Like to a Lilly dead 3. With that the Shepheard moved Both his eyes and hands to Heaven he heav'd His spotless faith he vow'd and she Alas unhappily deceav'd That he ne'r Phillis Loved More then ripe ears do love the stormy wind But in Licoris all his hopers Eternally should be confin'd Quoth she fie fie Add no more perjury I saw the Band Of our true Loves on her hand The Ring I thee first gave Sav'd thy life and dig'd my grave 4. With that the Shepheard smiled In his heart glad that he could untie With so much ease the knot of poor Licoris headless Jealousie My Life thou art beguiled Quoth the Swain with that the Ring pull'd out Yet seeming reason some there was For this thy but too loving doubt For Corydon By thy Ring made her one Like as the Lambs Mistaken by their Dams But this is thine and I More for it till I die 5. Long sate the Girl ashamed 'Till at last about his Neck she stole Her Arm then Venus belt a better Cord to hold a wavering Soul Her Jealousie she blamed In his brest she hid her bashful head And whisper'd to his heart that if He lov'd her not she was but dead That no man ere To her was half so dear His Pardon pray'd Yet being sore afraid To loose so sweet a friend Had almost wrought her end 6. Menalcas then embrac'd her Protesting that he lov'd her well before But now he vow'd that nought but Death should ever part 'em more Now he in 's heart had plac'd her Cause she for love of him was brought so low There 's nought but too much love I find Has wrought Licoris overthrow For Jealousie There 's no man can deny Though grown a weed But to come of noble seed And no where to be found But in Loves richest ground On his Beautiful Mistriss To my M. B. quintescence of Beauty I John Thump does present my duty MY dearest Maudlin dain me at this time Thy incomparable parts to blaze in modest rime That all hereafter which shall hear thy Story Will say that 't is to thy Immortal glory O thou that able art to take to task all Pox what will rime to that I am a Rascal If I know 't is no matter but for thy credit I 've pen'd a Poem Prethee tak 't and read it Thou need'st not be asham'd of 't for it raises Trophies as high as Maypoles to thy praises And first in order it thy head doth handle That 's more obicular than a Quadrangle O' th' top of which doth grow a tuft of tresses Winter her self array'd

LONDON DROLLERY Or The Wits Academy BEING A Select Collection of the Newest Songs Lampoons and Airs Alamode WITH Several other most Ingenious Peices of Railery never before Published By W. H. London Printed by F. Eglesfield at the Marygold in St. Pauls-Church-Yard 1673. THE EPISTLE TO LONDON DROLLERY Reader THe other Drolleries going so swift away Why should I think that this should make a stay For this by several Criticks has been scan'd And Stationer to before he 'd tak 't in hand And being well approv'd before it came to th' Press I cannot think that it will have a less Esteem abroad then any of the rest Because it has endur'd so severe a test Suspend thy Censure till thou 'st fully seen 't I do not doubt but thou'lt find something in 't Will please thy Pallet Is thy mind Jocose Here 's that will please unless thou' rt too Morose And being suited to all humours so ' Nought but but Impartiality can have a low Esteem for it The envious I value not For they in Peccadillo things will be so hot And wreak their spight on any though unknown And all forsooth because 't is not their own If ought do please thee then I 'am well apaid For all these things unto that end was made If not then leave it 't is all one to Will I was VV. H. and so shall be still Dated on May-day when so lowd it Thundered In Anno Seventy three and Sixteen hundred LONDON DROLLERY A New Song TOo fair and unkind when I did discover Those charmes to which all that see you submit Your languishing eies first made me a lover And then you that Empire kept by your wit For you the soft fetters of Phillis I broke To put on a Lass a more rigorous yoke Poor Phillis was kind her slave to preserve You doom me to wait and force me to starve 2. Away with Devotion which makes you uneasie And with you good humour so ill doth agree Faith try but the pleasure and when Zeal wou'd seize ye You l find the fit better imploy'd upon me For Love the dull Cloyster as highly exceeds As numbring of hearts does dropping of Beads And Saints like to Iris are never Divine Till Mortals are suffered to kneel at their shrine A New Song 1. LOng betwixt love and fear Phillis tormented Shun'd her own wish yet at last she consented But loath the day should her blushes discover Come gentle night she said Come quickly to my aid And a poor shameface Maid Hide from her Lover 2. Now cold as I see I am now hot as fire I dare not tell my self mine own desire But let day fly away and bid night hast her Grant ye kind Powers above Slow hours of parting love But when to Bliss we move Let 'em fly faster 3. How sweet it is to Love when I discover That fire which burns my Soul warming my lover 'T is pitty Love so true should be mistaken If that then he might be False or unkind to me Let me die e're I see That I am forsaken A New Song 1. TAke heed fair Clelia how you tame With your disdain Dorastus fame A noble heart when once deny'd Swells into such a height of pride T will rather burst then dain to be A worshipper of Cruelty 2. You may use common Lovers so My Sighs at last to Storms will grow And blow such scorn upon this Pride Will blast all I have magnified You are not fair when Love you lack Ingratitude makes all things black 3. O do not for a flock of Sheep And golden showers when as you sleep Nor cause Ambition often swells Forsake the place where honor dwells In Damons Pallace you 'l never shine So bright as in those Arms of mine A New Song in the Fatal Jealousie 1. I Languish all Night and sigh all the Day And much to be pittied I am Ere since your bright eyes My heart did surprize I could not exstinguish the flame But since you have known My heart was your own Who before was so kind now scornfuller grown If so cruel you prove To the man that you love Ah Phillis Ah Phillis what Fate Alas is reserved for the man that you hate The Devout Drunkard being a Mock to O Love if e're thou lt ease a heart And to that Tune 1. O Bacchus if thou lt ease a Soul That owns thy Juicy power And bleeds for that high chirping bowl For which mine eyes ne're ceasing rowl Until I see that hour Under the Tunne I fainting waste A thousand times I wish to taste But when I see such halting haste To ease me of my thirsty pain I bleed with grief in every vein 2. But thus as I sate all alone I' th' deep and shady vault Continuing still in grief and moan A neighbouring drawer then came down Which was the man in fault O how I strove the Rogue to chide He blush'd and striv'd his fault to hide And swore the tatling Eccho lied And pray'd my Passion then forbear Least it should come to 's Masters ear But Bacchus yet I 'de die to gain But one poor parting Cup Although it lately fill'd my Brain Impose on me all racks of pain If soon I drink 't not up Thus are poor Mortals oft abus'd Who long God Bacchus trade have us'd Cause drawers often have refus'd When we do burn with thirsty flame To give us that would quench the same The Dutch Insolence the occasion of the War with them ending with an Elegy on Mr. Boyle WHen the Dutch States with Insolence were grown So monstrous big they scarce had room for one They sought about for more yet naught could please But the Dominion of the Brittish Seas In order unto which they load the main With Men of War and all the world disdain Their Sails being fil'd with what themselves are full They under Sail did then attempt to pull The power into their own hands from her that nurst Them up they did attempt but in the attempt they burst For when calm Albion's King a while had view'd The monstrous preparations of this rude Ignoble people strait he lanched forth A mighty Navy mighty for its worth But for its Conduct more being led by him Whose glorious Actions might the Caesars dim Illustrious James it was whose powerful Arm The Dutch felt burning hot when he scarce warm And ' mongst the Noble train did waite upon His Royal Highness noble Boyle was one A noble youth who in his Aspect bore The Characters of good and great in store His person built to such a height and due Proportion as any thing that 's true And with his person such his actions were That every move was pleasing every move did dare To something great yet with such modest mean He was admir'd and lov'd as soon as seen And though the convex of his body wore This taking Aspect yet within was more For there a genious sate so strung that strait To what you toucht if what