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A58192
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Folly in print, or, A book of rymes
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Raymond, John, 17th cent.
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1667
(1667)
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Wing R418; ESTC R5763
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40,035
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Hony BEES is all honey Anagram Affirms it is your Lordships name And I beleiv't for Bellasyse By it is only named twice Rather explain'd like mysteries Where such signification lyes Such sweetness in the name and sense That speaking it is eloquence Bees as your Lordship have a King And each in their defence a sting Industrious both hating the Drone Helpful to all unhurt hurts none The private and the common good Is both your own and others food Alike it is to gather money For you my Lord as Bees do hony On Sir Henry Bellasyse Sonne to my Lord John Bellasyse Anagram By her Seen Sally TO Sally is a Souldiers act To Conquer is to crown the fact And by a Mistress to be seen Might make a conquest on a Queen Who loves sure would be lov'd agen He never fails who conquers men Great Alexander might at home Perhaps some silly mayd o'recome But when he sally'd forth in arms The world was taken by those Charms Riches and Honour beauty fame Are Captives to an honour'd name Let Henry Sally after John Then like the Father conquer Son To the Tune of Phillis though thy powerful Charms THy walls O Tangier soot and horse Thy sorts and line have little force 'T is Bellasyse who thee defends Commuting all thy foes to friends His easie rule and prudent care Shows peace much greater than the warr Yet when he leads his men to fight His conduct's safe as Eagles slight No more Alarums murmur now No man who weares a surrow'd brow Were it not order for to keep Wee 'd ope the gates and fall to sleep For Gayland knows his watch and word Secures this place more than the Sword And now with 's Army does intend To show's he is a powerful friend Now happy Tangier is thy Fate That Bellasyse is come though late Thy worthies now in honours-bed Had not been numbred with the dead But 't was not fit so great a prize Tangier injoy'd and no man dyes Some Roman Souls had here their grave Then why should we less hononr have But now the Lawrel crowns his head Who solemnizes the brave dead And those remaining worthy men Are subjects of his tongue and pen That our great Charls may know their worth And offer them he would set forth He certain is of a fair Fame Whom Bellasyse but once doth name To the Tune of How happy and free is the Plunder YEe happy and free men of Tangier Who sear neither Moore Dutch nor danger Now our General 's come Whose Trumpet and Drum Makes Gayland appear like a stranger Then plow sow and reap make hay and drink wine The curtains are drawn goe to sleep in your line One Sentinel Africa saces Our stocks and our heards abroad grazes The Dons bring us Sallads To relish our pallats Which all but the fool much amazeâ— Then plow New works and old walls are new mended The Souldier and sick are befriended The golden-age laws Not insnar'd by a clause With justice and honour defended Then plow Who doth not confess we inherit More then this from our Generals merit VVill never be at ease Nor an Angel can please Let him hang with his own private spirit Then plow sow and reap make hay and drink wine The curtains are drawn goe to sleep in your line On two jealous Lovers STand who comes there 't is I she said Of no man yet was e're afraid Then call your Corporal to me I have no more to speak to thee Corporal bring me to the place VVhere I your Collonel may face I have affairs of much import To none but him I will report Sir there 's a woman waits at door Earnest to speak with you No more Let her come in your Servant Sir Madam what business makes you stirr So late abroad The love of you Since I have heard you are not true And my passion brings me here That you my doubts and fears may cleere I know not Madam what to say Nor who it is doth me betray I wear your favours next my heart Nothing but death can make them part Then pray resolve me quickly who Hath made this breach betwixt us too VVere I as easie to believe I should have greatest cause to grieve You have of late declar'd I know In favour of a Rival foe Then I assirm'd under my hand O're me you never should command And yet I thought it was a blind And still to me were truly kind 'T is true I am yet have been told You boast my savours and grow cold And other beautys-aid implore Forsaking mine to whom you swore If this be true you cannot blame Though I appear'd to do the same But if that you put on this mask To blind the world I pardon ask I have done so and would do still But cannot do 't without your will How quickly then are we agreed The wounds are heal'd but now did bleeds No more false worships shall deceive But one another wee 'l believe On a censorious barren Lady to a Friend SOme there are George who cluck and sit Not on their own but others wit They spoyl the good the bad make worse And kill the child which they should nurse A windy egge or one that 's addle Is good enough for fiddle faddle They may sit on and keep a pother But never hatch to be a Mother On Mother Cony the Bawd WHen Mawd the Empress traivail'd France This Mother Cony learnt to dance She sooted it so finely then So loving was so lov'd by men That falling backward by mishap A spruce young man fell in her lap So pleasing to her was this fall That dance she called Up-tails all And did this Jigg so oft repeat It brought her to a mighty heat She was with sweats so gently cur'd That oft the same she hath indur'd With ease and oysters now is grown Harder to be then not be known A full days journy now about Let him go see who makes the doubt To a Friend upon some Ladies who were curious to see the Authors Letters into the Country to condemn them I Am not sick and yet take physick Yet have no clappe a cold or ptysick That little which I have to spend 's For meat at home as for the friends I have in town they are so few I stay at home to write to you And something more though lesser reason I balladize 'gainst womens treason For if I suffer undermining The Counter is defence and lining They shall not come with their approaches And make a breach to let in Coaches I 'le sally forth and fire their trenches And drive them under Cabbin benches Till they have lest their siege and quarrels I 'le make them creep into old barrels And then so roughly I will rowl them Till they cry quarter and befowl them A Tyrant I when once provok'd Finding Devils Angel-cloak'd Amongst those black-birds now I leave them They deceive fools feinds deceive them A friend good wine a little spending A pretty wâ—nch