Horse Does Gyant-like rejoyce to run his Course The Beasaunts of the Skye are Sabled quite Suffering Eclipse from such redundant Light But Charles his Starry Peers about Him Shonâ— As if They meant to rival with the Sun Yet had an Eagle-Eye been Scrutinous Sol in 's full-Glory was less Glorious Oh may Those Planets that so Stately move i th' Lower Orb be lately fixt above Th' Exalted Heads o th' Higher minded Crew Had they their Lights agen to take a Vieâ— Of this fair Prospect where Divinity Is so well temper'd with Humanity Graces and Vertue thron'd alike in You 'T would e'ne Convince them Their Conceits were True Had they kenn'd Likeness th 'ad ne're grudg'd You room On Earth as His Vice-Gerent till He Come Their King and Our's are Name-sakes for-'Tis true Y'have been our Saviour and Redeemer too Safty was erst ill-sorted with Committee And Liberty with Keepers more 's the Pitty You are Annointed too and so was Christ And to the King must be annex'd the Priest And Prophet too for till You came the Elves Did serve God worser then they serv'd themselves He that refus'd the Hoast because it came As Christ did once into Hierusalem Upon an Asse had he seen What ours do He had Receiv'd it and been Thankfull too The Devil 's a Saint Both Prester-John and Joan Handle the Word without a Mitten on Works are Apocripha'd as little worth Every She Hinter would be holding forth The Surplice Table Rails are raild upon As the Appurtenance of Babylon But You Undiffering Sect and Protestant The Church will cease from being Militant Here Lord encrease our Faith for he that tells Your Worth and Gests must needs write Miracles At fatal Worcester when Your Arms were grown Weary'd and faint with Execution By Multitudes oppress'd which still pursue though utter Ruine could not injure You. â—ust as the Soul is from the Body flown Vnseen You scape their Inquisition Like Bird from Snare But like You there was None 'T was like Your self Without Comparison Wonders are not yet ceas'd here 's Divine Care Kings have their Angels truly Tutelar But hast my Muse unto the Muses King And low present Him with this Offering Know and advance Your Friends Your Foeâ— keep down And may no Argyle-hand come near your Crown And when the Princes of the World shal dare In an ambitious-strife to Cull the Rare Accomplisht Lady of such eminent Worth As Romance never feign'd nor Age brought forth To serve You as a Queen oh may She prove One that shal still aâ—chieve Your Princely love Let the continuing pleasures of the Bed Be iterations of a Maidenhead And as in years so in Affection grow That when Shee 's Old You may not Think her so Peace be forever here no Disputes rise But which awes Most Your Armies or her Eyes May from Your Royal Loyns an Issue come To Govern all the Tribes of Christendome And let that Race supply this Scepter 's sway While Stars shall rule the Night or Sun the Day May al Your Sons be like You in th' Extream And 't is presum'd None ere shall be like Them Else we despair when Fate shall lead You home Of One like You lest Jove himself should come Go late to Heaven though too soon I fear They 'l spoile us Here to be enriched There Where Course being finisht take as St. Paul hath A Crown of Glory You have kept the Faith This Day 's Commemoration still remain But May I never see the Like again Anniversary To the Kings Most Excellent Majesty CHARLES the II. On His Birth and-Restauration-Day May 29. Having Resolv'd to Marry with the Infanta of Portugall May 8th 1661. Connubio jungam Stabili Propriamque dicabo LEt us fall down and Worship Charles His Ray A Sun that Summer 's all our Year to May Had Phoebus ever shone so fair as This Daphne had scrap'd her Metamorphosis The Priest o th' East by th' influence of your Worth Mistaking Shrines shall now Adore the North. The Guiding Star o th' Man-child God did gain Less Seekers there than does our Charles His Wain Sol in Aspect with Luna Loe a Queen Coming from far fam'd Beauties Magazin The Wealth o th' World the Glory of the Earth Fair as the Star that Blaz'd at Charles His â—irth A Queen of Beauty Love and Innocence Sweet as the Smoak persum'd with Frankincence A Feature made up of such Harmony As Nature had her nicest Symmetry Reserv'd till Now Her more then Glorious Eye Shines like a Diamond set in Ebonye Whereat the God of Love does Light His Darts When He resolves the spoyle of sullen Hearts Her World-like Head tress'd with such lovely Brown That every single Hayre deserves a Crown Whos 's All and Every Part do so excell Plutarch could ne're have found Her Paralel For sure as Heavens have design'd Her Queen 'T was onely Charles could Match with Katherine Thus like the Southern Queen Shee 's drawing on To Commune with our Wiser Solomon Wee 'l ' bate the Spice and Camells Gifts too small Bringing Her single Self She gives Us All. When two such Planets in Conjunction are At every Birth how Great will be the Staâ—r Twice did Our Edward win the Peoples Love By Meen Person Oh how Charles would move 'Twixt their two Fates the only difference is That gain'd it for a Time for ever This. As erst to Caesar Nations now agree To yield to One that 's more August than He. How timely did the Graecian fall a sleep Had He now Liv'd there were no cause to Weep He litâ—le thought the Sea had ever hid A World where You should out-do what He did How timely did the Swedish Charls retreat And quit the Earth in dread of Charles the Great 'T is one Excuse for Atheists that they view A Deity and think there 's None but You. When two such Planets in Conjunction are At Every Birth how Great will be the Star Blest be this Moneth for ever Natures Pride Worth all the Seasons of the Year beside A month that such a flower has brought forth As decks the South and perfumes all the North What York and Lancaster could ne're have done Till they were well Contracted into One. This month scarce ownes a day that hath not shown More Triumph in it then in Annalls known For un-beholden to his Vshers Shower He of himself affords Another Flower So rare that amongst Natures Glories seen 'T will be unquestion'd which is King and Queen May from this precious Plant an Off-spring rise To make all Christendom a Paradise That every Son may be AUGUST we pray And every Daughter Lady of the May Tecum Sociales impleat annos Quae nisi Te nullo Conjuge Digna fuit Ovid. On the Thunder Happening after the Solemnity of the Coronation of CHARLES the II. On Saint GEORGE'S Day 1661. Exhilarant ipsos gaudia nostra Deos. Mart. HEavens we thank you hat you Thundred so As We did here you Cannonado'd too A brave
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-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-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
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
Boy she did call To Tast and Eat had He bin Wise To squeeze and drink Flesh could not Fall 'T had rather made it Rise The Trojan Youth Had ne're in truth Got Venus Boon had he deny'd Her That Thing on I 'de Which prest and try'de Made Potable Gold for a Cyder 4. A Dragon watcht th' Hesperides King Pippin's â—ody to secure And daunt atchieving Hercules Who ne're was Friend to Brewer For with the Thought Of this he fought Had the Jawes of the Beast bin Wider He would have dar'd To passe the Guard For a powerful Rummer of Cyder 5. Sherbet Coffee and Chocolate Are Heathenish Drinks compar'd to this That Water too Vnchristen'd late Sirnam'd Mirabilis Let Spain and France Their Wines Advance Our Herefordshire they say that try'd her Doth now produce A Nobler Juice The Muses and the Mortals Cyder 6. Those of this Isle Are blest the while Whom Nature be friends with her bounty If this Song faile 'T is long of Ale Being Shire of Another County SONG LI. After Worcester Fight 1. THe Kings gone W' are All undone Ore ' powr'd by the Sword The Crown 's lost Our Fortunes crost While Cromwel's their Good Lord Our Hopes to see A Hierarchy â—mall Comforts now afford When Bulkers Teach And Troopers preach â—f God the Devil a Word 2. Yet ne're pine â—or season Wine With Tears of Misery The Glasse Crown â—et Fortune drown Or Hang no whit care I The Thousandth Cup Shall puff us up â—o Fancy Monarchy â—eligion ' Sans King is None But Drinking Loyalty SONG LII On the Act against Titles of Honouâ— 1. DRaw the Wine Fill the Bowle Ne're repine Or Condole At the Vsage the States lay upon us Though they Trample us down Under foot from a Crown If we but hold up For a plentiful Cup Wee 'l forgive all the mischief th 'ave done Let our Honours And our Mannours Be confiscate to their Powers If we Sack May not Lack The whole World shall be Ours And while their kindness this fair Boon afford Though we cannot spend wee 'l be as druâ— as Lorâ— 2. Then about Give the Glasse Suck it out Let it passe And who Tipples as long as He 's able Though He 's shrunk from Sr. John To Poor Jack all is One Let 's Lady take snuff If he drink but Enough We 'le install him Kt. of the Round Table Other Titles Are but Trifles Not deserving our Thinking Hence wee 'l make Lawes to take Our Degrees from Good Drinking Honour 's a Pageant we disclaim the Thing â—ho'd be a Knight where Charles is not a King 3. Drink away Have at all While we stay Let us call â—nd as Lilburn would have us be freemen And who Tope out their Time Till the Midnight shall Chyme Their Mistresses They Shall be Ladies of the May And Themselves of the Bottles the Yeomeâ— The Commanders That were Ranters Shall Commence now to be Hector And be still As Gentile As the Kingdom 's Protector 's And bear dispight of States or Heraâ—â— Rules i th' Pockets Argent in their Faces Gules SONG LIII When the Parliament would haâ—â— Crown'd Cromwell 1. THe Parliament Had a shrew'd Intent To make their Lord a King But He Good man Do what they can Will yield to no such thing He sought to God And fought abroad Our Freedoms home to bring Nor dares He make For Charles his sake Himself a Glorious King 2. Then in a Word Let 's praise our Lord Who did so well Project His Kingdome 's not Of this World but Anothers hee 'l Protect And spight of Those Who might oppose The Wardship of the Throne Till the King comes The three Kingdomes Hee 'l keep still as his Own 3. What need he care To be styl'd O. R. When O. P. does as well The Things the same But for the Name Kingdom or Common Weale It onely Mads Us bonny Ladds Who while we Quaâ—se and Sing What e're we think We fear to Drink A Health unto the King SONG LIV. On the Act for Marriages 1. LAst Parliament Sate And the Speaker did prate A Jury of Years to no purpose For Acts and for Law To keep us in awe They baffled the Rules of Lycurgus For when seven Years They had Sate Sans Peers Without Wit or Fears And we look't when Geers should go trimmer They gave us at last Of their Office a Cast And what d' ye think was 't A Put off with a Pittyfull Primmer 2. And once in a Mood When sitting was Good And their Wives they had put them upon it They thought of a Knack To silence the Clack That Men might not tell when th'aâ— done it When this pass'd they had They sate still like Mad Till the fiery fac'd Lad In Zeal and Vprightnesse had told 'um If they left not the House Without any Excuse To a better use He 'd make it too hot for to hold ' um 3. So in came of late the Devil would ha'te For seldom they say comes a better Such Hebrew Jews you pick and chuse Not one of the Law knows a Letter And now th 'ave begun Such an Act th 'ave Done And a Pattern shewn To marry or Hang take you whether For next trick they shew's Will be for to Chuse A New-way to Noose Since both do by fate go together 4. When woe â—omes to woe â—o the Justice we go And those who have hands are to shake 'um And he that can speaks A. B. C. D. takes But Justices the Devil take ' um Girles that are Sporting Must stay till fourteen ' Ere they be Courting Who would have begun at Eleven And Men till Sixteen Was e're such trick seen Stomack it sticks in When They'd have fal'n to 't e're twiâ— seveâ— 5. Those Youths that are Kind And have now a Months mind I 'de wish e're the Close of September To make aâ— Cock sure And firm to Endure That Each take his Love by the member VVho Wivings adjourn And now slip their Turn VVere better to Burn The Word it is hard but a True One If I were well-rid Of the Wife that I did 〈◊〉 the Old way-wed I 'de hang e're I 'de Ventâ—â—â— the new one Cho. Oh Parliament Parliament pittyful Clown VVhat would You be at It puzzles the Rules Of the Lawes and the Schooles This Question to state Whether they were more Knaves then you are Fools SONG LV. A Round 1. COme smooâ—h off your Liquor It makes th' Wit quicker And he that his Water refuses Whilest we Laugh and Sing And quaff healths to the King Shall ne're have a Bout with the Muses 2. The next to Queen Mary Fill it up we 'le not spare ye We came hither to wash ouâ— Gully How now what 's a clock Give the Drawer a Knock We loose time while he fills it so dully 3. To the Duke swallow franker Since we have the Spanker We 'le every man Drink out an od-peice He that failes of his whole one Were he graver then Solon