whose prowess did surmount L. For Witherington needs must I wail as one in doleful dumps For when his legs were smitten off he fought upon his stumps LI. And with Earl Douglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir Charles Currel that from the field one foot would never flie LII Sir Charles Murrel of Ratcliff too his Sisters Son was he Sir David Lamb so well esteem'd Yet saved could not be LIII And the Lord Markwel in likewise did with Earl Douglas die Of twenty hundred Scotish Spears scarce fifty five did fly LIV Of fifteen hundred English men went home but fifty three The rest were slain in Chevy-Chase under the Green-Wood tree LV. Next day did many widdows come their Husbands to bewail They washt their wounds in brinish tears but all would not prevail LVI Their bodies bath'd in purple blood they bore with them away They kist them dead a thousand times when they were clad in clay LVII This news was brought to Edenburg Where Scotlands King did reign That brave Earl Dowglas suddenly was with an Arrow slain LVIII O heavy news King James did say Scotland can witness be I have not any Captain more of such account as he LIX Like tidings to King Henry came within as short a space That Peircy of Northumberland was slain in Chevy-Chase LX. Now God be with him said our King sith't will no better be I trust I have within my Realm five hundred as good as he LXI Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say but I will vengeance take And be revenged on them all for brave Earl Pircies sake LXII This vow full well the K. perform'd after an Humble Down In one day fifty Knights were slain with Lords of great renown LXIII And of the rest of small account did many hundreds dye Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-Chase made by the Earl Piercy LXIV God save the King and bless the Land in plenty joy and Peace And grant henceforth that foul debate 'twixt Noble men may cease SONG XXII I. SIR Francis Sir Francis his own Son Sir William Sir Thomas and all did run Then came my Lord of Southhampton And shew'd himself a gallant Man II. Then came the Chamberlain with his Staff And all the People 'gan to Laugh At length the Queen began to speak You 'r welcome home Sir Francis Drake III. Ye Nobles all of Brittish Blood Why Sayle ye not o're the Ocean Flood In truth you are not worth Filberd Compared to Sir Humphry Gilberd IV. For he went out on a Rainy day To New-found-land he took his way Most Rare and Comely to be seen But never came back God save the Queen SONG XXIII I. I 'Le tell you all both great and small I tell you all truly That we have cause and very great cause For to Lament and Cry Fy Oh! fy oh fy oh fy Fy on thee Cruel Death For thou hast ta'ne away from us Our Queen Elizabeth II. Thou mayst have taken other folks That better might be mist And have let our Queen alone Who lov'd no Popish Priest In Peace she rul'd all this Land Beholding unto no Man And did the Pope of Rome withstand And yet was but a Woman III. A Woman said I nay that is more Then any one can tell So fair she was so chast she was That no one knew it well With that from France came Monsier o're A purpose for to woe her Yet still she liv'd and Dy'd a Maid Do what they could unto her IV. She never acted any ill thing That made her Conscience prick her Nor never would submit to him That called is Christs Vicar But rather chose couragiously To Fight under Christs Banner 'Gainst Pope and Turk and King of Spain And all that durst withstand her V. But if that I had Argus Eyes They were to few to weep For our Queen Elizabeth That now is fal'n a sleep A sleep indeed where she shall rest Until the day of Doom And then shall rise unto the shame Of the great Pope of Rome SONG XXIV An Ode UNder 500 Kings three Kingdoms groan Go Finch dissolve them Charles is in the Throne And by th'Grace of God will Reign alone II. What will the Commons have The Royal line Heaven doth dispose of 'T is not theirs or mine But his by whom Kings Rule and are Divine III. I represent the King of Kings who gave The Crown the Sword the Scepter that I have I am Gods Servant not the Peoples slave IV. Their Frantick Votes and mad Resolves I hate I know a better way to heal the State Then to Sin rashly and Repent too late SONG XXV I. GReat Alexanders Horse Bucephalus by name Brave Writers have inrol'd within the books of fame But Poor Will Pickerings Mare So far she did excel She never run the Race But she bore away the Bell. But for Tyhe whyhee hrk prp for Caper and Career All Holland could not shew You such another Mare II But now the News is come His bonny Mare is Dead Whereat he stampts and swears He had rather ha' lost his head But for Tyhee c. III. Her foremost shoos she gave Unto some Popish Fool To carry him to Rome For a Pardon for his Soul But for Tyhee c. IV. Her hinder shoos that had Plaid many a Jadish trick She gave unto curst Wives Their Husbands us'd to kick But for Tyhee c SONG XXVI I. FRom the faire Lavinian shoar I your Market come to store Muse not that so far off I dwell And come here my ware to sell Such is the sacred hunger of Gold Then come to my Pack While I cry What do ye lack Or what d' ye buy For here it is to be sold. II. Though thy Father thee before Neither armes or Scutcheon bore Or thy Gentry been as young As the Rose that 's newly blown Canst thou find in thine heart to part with thy Gold Then come to me Lad Thou shalt have What thy Dad Yet never gave For Heraldry's to be sold. III. Madam for your wrinckled face Here 's Complexion it to grace Which if your earnest be but small It takes away the vertues all But if your Palmes are anoynted with Gold Then you shall seem Like a Queen of fiftteen Though you are threescore years old SONG XXVII I. THou art not fair for all thy red and white Nor all those Rosy Ornaments in thee Thou art not sweet nor made for mere delight Nor sweet nor fair unless thou pity me I will not I will not sooth thy fancies thou shalt prove So ill a Creature no Man thee shall love II. Neither Love thou me nor think thou to allure My thoughts with beauty were it more divine Thy smiles and kisses I cannot indure I 'le not be wrapt up in those Eyes of thine Now shew now shew it if thou art a Woman right Embrace and Kiss and love me in despight SONG XXVIII I. WHY so pale and wand fond Lover Prethee why so pale If looking well thou
o' th' Milking Pail IX If any think that I Do practice Flattery In seeking thus to raise The merry Milk-maids praise I 'll to them thus reply It is their Desert Inviteth my Art To study this pleasant Tale In their defence Whose Innocence And Providence Gets honest Pence Out of the Milking Pail SONG XXI CHEVY-CHASE By Order of the Bishop of London I. GOD prosper long our Noble King our lives and safeties all A woful hunting once there did in Chevy-Chase befal II. To drive the Deer with Hound Horn Earl Piercy took his way The child may rue that is unborn the hunting of that day III. The stout Earl of Northumberland a vow to God did make His pleasure in the Scottish Woods three Summers days to take IV. The chiefest Harts in Chevy-Case to kill and bear away These tidings to Earl Douglas came in Scotland where he lay V. Who sent Earl Piercy present word he would prevent his Sport The English Earl not fearing this did to the Woods resort VI. With fifteen hundred Bowe-men bold all chosen men of might Who knew full well in time of need to aim their Shafts aright III. The gallant Grey-hounds swiftly ran to chase the fallow Deer On Monday they began to hunt when day-light did appear VIII And long before high-noon they had an hundred fat Bucks slain Then having din'd the Drovers went to rouze them up again IX The Bowe-men mustred on the Hills well able to endure Their back-sides all with special care that day were guarded sure X. The Hounds ran swiftly through the Woods the nimble Deer to take And with their cries the hills and dales an Eccho shrill did make XI Lord Piercy to the Quarry went to view the tender Deer Quoth he Earl Douglas promised this day to meet me here XII But if I thought he would not come no longer would I stay With that a brave young Gentleman thus to the Earl did say XIII Lo yonder doth Earl Douglas come his men in Armour bright Full twenty hundred Scotish Spears all marching in our sight XIV All men of pleasant Tividale fast by the River Tweed Then cease your sport E. Piercy said and take your Bowes with speed XV. And now with me my Countrey-men your courage forth advance For never was there Champion yet in Scotland or in France XVI That ever did on Horse-back come but if my hap it were I durst encounter man for man with him to break a Spear XVII Earl Douglas on a milk-white Steed most like a Baron bold Rode foremost of the Company whose Armour shone like Gold XVIII Shew me he said whose men you be that hunt so boldly here That without my consent do chase and kill my fallow Deer XIXI The man that first did answer make was Noble Piercy he Who said We list not to declare Nor shew whose men we be XX. Yet we will spend our dearest blood the chiefest Harts to slay Then Douglas swore a solemn Oath and thus in rage did say XXI E'r thus I will out-braved be one of us two shall die I know thee well an Earl thou art Lord Piercy so am I. XXII But trust me Piercy pity it were and great offence to kill Any of these our harmless men for they have done no ill XXIII Let thou and I the Battle try and set our men aside Accurst be he Lord Piercy said by whom it is deny'd XXIV Then stept a gallant ' Squire forth Witherington was his name Who said he would not have it told to Henry our King for shame XXV That e'r my Captain fought on foot and I stood looking on You be two Earls said Witherington and I a'Squire alone XXVI I 'll do the best that do I may while I have power to stand While I have pow'r to weild my Sword I 'll fight with heart and hand XXVII Our English Archers bent their Bowes their hearts were good and true At the first flight of Arrows sent full threescore Scots they slew XXVIII To drive the Deer with hound horn Earl Douglas bad the bent A Captain mov'd with mickle pride the Spears to shivers sent XXIX They clos'd full fast on ev'ry side no slackness there was found And many a gallant Gentleman lay gasping on the ground XXX O Christ it was great grief to see and likewise for to hear The cries of men lying in their gore and scattered here and there XXXI At last these two stout Earls did meet like Captains of great might Like Lions mov'd they laid on load and made a cruel fight XXXII They fought until they both did sweat with Swords of tempered steel Until the blood like drops of Rain they trickling down did feel XXXIII Yield thee Lord Piercy Douglas said in faith I will thee bring Where thou shalt high advanced be by James our Scotish King XXXIV Thy Ransom I will freely give and thus report of thee Thou art the most couragious Knight that ever I did see XXXV No Douglas quoth Earl Piercy then thy proffer I do scorn I will not yield to any Scot that ever yet was born XXXVI With that there came an Arrow keen out of an English Bowe Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart a deep and deadly blow XXXVII Who never spoke more words than these fight on my merry men all For why my life is at an end Lord Piercy sees my fall XXXVIII Then leaving life Earl Piercy took the dead man by the hand And said Earl Douglas for thy life would I had lost my land XXXIX O Christ my very heart doth bleed with sorrow for thy sake For sure a more renowned Knight Such mischance did ever take XL. A Knight amongst the Scots there was which saw Earl Douglas die And in his wrath did vow revenge upon the Earl Piercy XLI Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd who with a Spear most bright Well mounted on a gallant Steed ran fiercely through the fight XLII And past the English Archers all without all dread or fear And through Earl Piercy's body then he thrust his hateful Spear XLIII With such a vehement force might he did his body gore The Spear went through the other side a large Cloth-yard and more XLIV So thus did both these Nobles die whose courage none could stain An English Archer then perceiv'd the Noble Earl was slain XLV He had a Bowe bent in his hand made of a trusty Tree An Arrow of a Cloth-yard long up to the head drew he XLVI Against Sir Hugh Montgomery so right his shaft he set The grey-goose-wing that was thereon in his heart blood was wet XLVII This fight did last from break of day till setting of the Sun For when they rung the evening Bell the battle scarce was done XLVIII With the Earl Piercy there was slain Sir John of Ogerton Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir John Sir James that bold Baron XLIX And with Sir George and good Sir James both Knights of good account Good Sir Ralph Rabby there was slain
that will concern yee Yet for Examples sake Serini's Monster Births of this or that nature can't miscenter New-gate's black Dog or Pistols Island Cur Was probably this Sires Progenitor But be they this or that or be they neither Dead and alive it seem'd they hang'd together SONG LI. I. I Came and look'd and lik'd lov'd And Frolick't in her Eye While fair Florilla approv'd The harmless Courtesy 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 wrong Whereby I sadly know No pain above The grief they prove Who fall in Love And dare not say they do II. What priviledg 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 is 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 On a Barber who became a great Master of Musick f. IN former time 't hath been upbrayded thus That Barbers Musick was most Barbarous For that the Cittern was confin'd unto The Ladies fall or John come kiss me now Green sleeves and Pudding Pyes the Punks delight Winning of Bolloigne Essex's last good night But since reduc'd to this Conformity And Company became Society Each Barber writes himself in strictest Rules Master or Bachelor i' th' Musick Schools How they the meer Musitians do out-go These one but they have two strings to their Bow Barber-Musitians who are excellent As well at Chest as the Case Instrument Henceforth each Steward shall invite his guest Unto the Barbers and Musitians Feast Where sit ye merry whilst we Joy to see Art thus embrac'd by Ingenuity A Round COme smooth off your Liquor It makes the VVit quicker And he that his water refuses VVhilst we laugh and sing And quaff healths to the King Shall ne're have a Bout with the Muses II. The next to the Queen Hold it up let 's be seen For we came to laugh and be merry Call the Drawer with VVine And cry this is mine Be it Claret Canary or Sherry II. To the Duke swallow Franker Since we have the Spanker VVee 'l e'ry man drink out an od peice He that fails of his whole one VVere he greater then Solon Shall have all the rest in his Codpiece On the Act of the Rump against Titles of Honour given by the King I. DRaw the VVine Fill the Bowl Ne're repine Or Condole At the usage the States lay upon us Though they trample us down Under foot from a Crown If we but hold up For a Penliful Cup VVe 'l forgive all the mischief they 've done us Let our Honours And our Mannors Be Confiscate to their Powers If we Sack May not lack The whole VVorld shall be ours And while their kindness this fair boon affords Tho we cannot spend we 'l be as drunk as Lords II. Then about Give the Glass Suck it out Let it pass And who tipples as long as he 's able Tho' he 's shrunk from Sir John To poor Jack all is one Let his Lady take snuff If he but drink enough VVe 'l Instal him Knt. of the round table Other Titles Are but Trifles Not deserving our thinking Hence we 'l make Lawes to take Our degrees from good drinking Honour 's a Pageant we disclaim the thing VVho'd be a Knt. where Charles is not a King III. Drink away Have at all VVhile we stay Let us call And as Lilburn would have us be Freemen And who tope out their time Till the midnight shall shine Their Mistresses they Shall be Ladies of the May And themselves of the bottles the Yeomen The Commanders That were Ranters Shall Comence now to be Hectors And be still As Gentile As the Kingdoms Protectors And bear dispite of State or Heraulds Rules I' th' Pockets Argent in their Faces Gules At General Monk's coming to London NOw Lambert's sunk And mighty Monk Succeeds the Tyrannous Cromwel And Arthurs Court 'Cause time is short Do rage like Devils from Hell Let 's mark the Fate And Course of State VVho rises while t'other is sinking And believe when this is past 'T will be our turn at last By the good Old Cause of Drinking II. First Sa ' fleum Nol He swallow'd all His smeller show'd he lov'd it But Dick his Son As he were none Gave 't off and had reprov'd it But that his Foes Made bridge of 's nose And cry'd him down for a Protector Proving him to be a fool That would undertake to Rule And not fight and drink like Hector III. The Graecian lad He drank like mad Minding no work above it And Sans question Kill'd Ephestion Cause he 'd not approve it He got Command VVhere God had Land And like a right maudlin Younker VVhen he tippl'd all and wept He lay'd him down and slept Having no more VVorlds to Conquer IV. Rump Parliament VVould needs invent An Oath of Abjuration But Obedience And Alegiance Now are all in Fashion Then here 's a bowl VVith Heart and Soul To Charles and say amen to 't Tho they brought the Father down From a triple Kingdom Crown VVe 'l drink the Son up agen to 't New-Years-Day To my Dear Friend W. M. Esq THough 'mongst the numerous throng I 'm hither come With one poor Item 't is my total sum A Poets stock tho no great matter 't is Is all that one can wish and such is this Health that 's the Joy of Life and Soul of Mirth Bane of Dispair and Comfort of our birth May 't with your Years as clearly last and rise As 't was e're winds had blasted Paradice Wealth the support of Pleasure and the Crown Of Worldly hope the Glory and Renown Of Fortunes white Boys the fond beggers grutch Envy'd of only those deserve not much May this and each year yeild to my Lov'd Moyle As a perpetual Triumph and a spoile Now as who not enjoy or covet more Are but their Riches Goalers and still poor May the same equal temper the same Fire That never Flag too low nor can mount higher Enflame your Breast whereto be ever sent That Which all seek but find not true content May all your Aims atchieve their purpos'd end And never find what 't is to want a Friend Unless the Kinder Heavens had me assign'd As much of Power to serve you as of mind Then need you wish no more for't should be known ' How far I prize your Fortunes 'bove mine own â—Mongst other gifts I 'le give you this gift too I ne're found Friend so much a Friend as you New Year to W. M. Esq NOw when the honest Tenant gladly brings His Eunuch't Gift to shew that love hath Wings Prompted by his Customs by nature so My half hatch't Muse becomes