THE LOYAL GARLAND Containing choice Songs and Sonnets of our late unhappy Revolutions Very delightsul and profitable both to this present and future Ages Published by S N. A Lover of Mirtâ— The fourth Edition with Additions Fear God Honor the King 1 Pet. 2. 17. â— My son fear thou the LORD and the King and meddle not with them that are given to change Prov. 24. 21. London Printed by T. â— Johnson for T. Passenger at thâ— Thre Bibles on London-Bridge 167â— A Table of the Sonnets contained in this Book DEfacing of Whitehall The Loyal Soldier The Holly-bush The Independent Red-coat London Pamphleteers The Soldiers Delight The Time-server A Medley Loyalist and Round-head Gerards Mistriss The scornful Lover Upon an Act for Treason A Song upon a Recanting Lover Of Titulary Honor. The New Droll Upon the New-found Wells The silly Shepherd Upon the Goldsmiths Committee In praise of Brewers The Contest The fond Amotist On Women The satiated Lover A Love Riddle The loving Contest In praise of his Mistriss A Love-Song A Pastoral Song With the Answer Upon Charing-Cross A Song in derision of his Mistriss The Dominion of the Sword The sickle Lover A Mock-song Good Counsel The Blinde Zealor Full forty times over The Answer The Jovialists Coronation A Lovers Request The despairing Lover to his Mistriss Gather your Rose-buds The Muses courting Sack The Constant Lover The Loyal Prisoner The Maidens Complaint Canary's Coronation The Lovers Complaint Platonick Love Upon passionate Love The Womans Answer A Song upon Putt and Tick-tack Londons Gratulation to General Monck All hail to the days c I dote I dote A Pastoral Song A' Caveat for Maidens The Platonick Lover Loves Extasie The Husband-man and Serving-man A merry Medley The Resolute Lover Upon the Draining of the Fens A Song in praise of Canary The protecting Brewer Cromwel's Coronation A Medley of the Nations The Royalists Answer to Nay prithee don't flie me A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick. Englands Triumph The taking of Mardike The Re-resurrection of the Rump The Bulls Feather The merry Good-fellow The Levellers Rant THE LOYAL GARLAND Upon defacing of White-hall WHat Booker doth prognosticate Concerning Kings or Kingdoms state I think my self to be as wise As some that gazeth on the skyes My skill goes beyond the depth of a Pond Or Rivers in the greatest rain Whereby I can tell all things will be well When the King enjoys his own again 2. There 's neither Swallow Dove nor Dade Can soaâ— more high or déeper wade Nor shew a reason from the stars What causeth Peace or Civil Wars The man in the Moon may wear out his shoo'n By runing after Charls his Wain But all 's to no end for the times will not mend Till the King c. 3. Full forty years this Royal Crown Hath béen his fathers and his own And is there any one but He That in the same should sharers be For who better may the Scepter sway Thau he that hath such right to reign Then let 's hope for a peace for the Wars will not cease Till the King enjoys c. 4. Though for a time we sée White-hall With Cobweb-hangings on the wall In stead of gold and silver brave Which formerly 't was wont to have With rich perfume in every room Delightful to that Princely Train Which again shall be when the time you see That the King enjoys c. 5. Did Walker no predictions lack In Hammonds bloody Almanack Foretelling things that would ensue That all proves right if lies be true But why should not he the pillory foresée Wherein poor Toby once was ta'ne And also foreknow to 'th Gallows he must go When the King enjoys c. 6. Then avaunt upon thy hill My hope shall cast his Anchor still Vntill I sée some peaceful * Gen. Monck Dove Bring home the Branch I dearly love Then will I wait till the waters abate Which most disturbs my troubled brain Else never rejoyce till I hear the voice That the King enjoys his own again The Loyal Soldier WHen in the field of Mars we lye Amongst those Martial wights Who never daunted are to dye For King and Country's Rights As on Belona's God I wait her attendant be Yet being absent from my mate I live in misery 2. When lofty winds aloud do blow It snoweth hail or rain And Charon in his boat doth row Yet stedfast I 'le remain And for my shelter in some barn créep Or under some Hedge lye The Round-heads which strong Castles kéep Knows no such misery 3. When down in straw we tumbling lye With Morpheus charms asléep My heavy sad and mournful eye In security so déep Then do I dream within my arms With thá I sporting lye Then do I dread or fear no harms Nor féel no misery 4. When all my joys are thus compleat The Cannons loud do play The Drums alarum strait do beat Trumpet sounds Horse away Awake I then and nought can finde But death attending me And all my joys are vanisht quire This is my misery 5 When hunger oftentimes I féel And water cold do drink Yet from my Colours I 'le not steal Nor from my KING will shrink No Traitor base shall make me pield But for the Cause I 'le be This is my love pray Heaven to shield And fare wel misery 6. Then to'our Arms we straight do flie And forthwith marcth away Few Towns or Cities we come nigh Good liquor us deny In Letho déep our woes we stéep Our Loves forgotten be Amongst the Iovialists we Sing Hang up all misery 7. Propitious Fate then be more kinde Grim death lend me thy Dart O Sun and Moon and eks the Wind Great Jove take thou our part That of these Round-heads and these wars An end that we may sée And thy great Name wée'l all applaud And hang all misery The Holly-Bush CLear the eyes of the Watch Lazy sléep we dispatch From hence as far as Depâ—bford For your Flock-beds and your Feather Wée'l expose to the weather And hang all the shéets on the Bed-cord Then sleep sleep and enjoy your beds You quiet drowsie heads May the Furies of the night Scarlet Fleas you affright And pinch you black and yellow But the plump brawny Lowse Scorns the shelter of the house Oh! he 's the Soldiers fellow 2. Some the Night-more hath prest With a weight on their brest The returns of their breath cannot pass But with us the Tale is addle We can take off the saddle And turn out the Night-mare to grass Then sleep c. 3. Now no more will we hark To the charms of the Lark Nor the times of the early Thrush All the birds shall retire And submit to the Quire Of we boâ—es in the Holy-bush Then sleep c. 4. When the Countrey Lass With her Dayry doth pass Our joys no tongue can utter For we Centinel stand And exact by command The excize of her lips and butter Then sleep c. The
behind The silly Shepherd A Silly shepheard woo'd but wist not how he might his Mistriss favor gain On a time they met but kist not ever after that he sued in vain Blame her not alas though she said nay to him that might but fled away 2. Time perpetually is changing every moment alteration brings Love and beauty still estranging women are alas but wanton things He that will his Mistriss favor gain must tâ—ke her in a merry vain 3. A womans fancy 's like a Fever or an Ague that doth come by fits Hot and cold but constant never even as the pleasant humor hits Sick and well again and well and sick in love it is a womans trick 4. Now she will and then the will not put her to the tryal if once she smile Silly youth thy fortunes spill not lingring labors oft themselves beguile He that knocks and can't get in his Pick-lock is not worth a pin 5. A womans Nay is no denial silly youths of Love are served so Put her to a further tryal Happily shée 'l take it and say no For it is a trick which women use what they love they will refuse 6. Silly youth why doest thou daâ—ly having got time and season fit Then never stand swéet shall I shall I nor too much commend an after wit For he that will not when he may when he will he shall have nay On the Goldsmiths Committee COme Drawer so me wine or we 'l pul down the Sign For we are all Jovial Compounders We 'l make the house ring With Healths to our KING and confusion light on his Confounders 2. Since Goldsmiths-Committee Affords us no pity out sorrows in wine wâ—ewil I sléep'um They force us to take Two Oaths but we 'l make a third that we ne're mean to kéep'um 3. And next who e're sées We 'l drink on our knées to the King may he thirst that repines A fig for those Traitors That look to our waters they have nothing to do with our wines 4. And next here 's a Cup To the Quéen fill it up were it poyson we would make an end on 't May Charles and shée méet And tread under féet both Presbyter and Independent 5. To the Prince and all others His Sisters and Brothers as low in condition as high born We 'l drink this and pray That shortly they may sée all them that wrongs them at Tyborn 6. And next here 's thrée Boâ—ls To all gallant Souls that for the King did and will venture May they flourish when those That are his and our foes are hang'd and ram'd down to the Center 7. And next let a Glass To our Vndoers pass attended wich two or thrée curses May plagues sent from hell Stuff their bodies as well as the Cavaliers coyn doth their purses 8. May the Cannibals of Pym Eat them up limb by limb or a hot Feaver scorch'um to embers Pox kéep 'um in bed Vntill they are dead and repent for the loss of their Members 9. And may they be found In all to a bound both with heaven and the countreys anger May they never want Fractions Doubts Fears and Distractions till the Gallow-trée choaks them from danger In praise of Brewers THere 's many a clinking verse was made in honour of the Blacksmiths trade But more of the Brewers may be said which no body can deny 2. I néed notight else but this repeat The Blacksmith cannot be compleat Vnless the Brewer do give him a heat which no body can deny 3. When Smug unto his Forge doth come Vnless the Brewer do liquor him home Could nere stirike my pot and thy pot Tom which no body c. 4. Of all Professions in the town This Brewers trade did gain renown His liquor once reacht up to the Crown which no body c. 5. Much Royal blood from him did spring Of all the trades this was the King The Brewer had got the world in a sling which no body c. 6. Though Honour be a Princes daughter The Brewer will wooe her in blood and slaughter And win her or else it shall cost him hot water which no body c. 7. He fear'd no power nor martial stops But whipt Armies as round as tops And cut â—ff his foes as thick ashops which no body c. 8. He diâ—'d for riches down to the bottom And cri'd my Masters when he had got'um Let every Tub stand on his own bottom which no body c. 9. In war like Arts he scorn'd to stoop For when his party began to droop He 'd bring them all up as round as a hoop which no body c. 10. The Iewish Scots who fear to eat The flesh of Swine our Brewers beat I was the sight of their Hogsheads made them to retreat which no body c. 11. Poor Jockey and his Basket-hilt Was beaten and much Blood was spilt When their bodies like barrels did run a tilt which no body c. 12. Though Jemmy did give the first assault The Brewer he made them at length to hault And gave them what the cat left in the mault which no body c. 13. They did not onely bang the Kirk But in Ireland too they did as much work 't Was the Brewer made them surrender Cork which no body c. 14. This was a stout Brewer of whom we may brag But since he was hurried away with a Hag We have brew'd in a bottle and bak'd in a bag which no body c. 15. They say that Antichrist came to settle Religion within a Cooler and Kettle His Nose his Copper were both of a mettle which no body c. 16. He had a strong and a very stout heart And lookt to be made an Emperor for 't But the Devil did set a spoake in his Cart which no body c. 17. The Christian Kings began to quake And said with that Brewer no Quartels wée l make We 'l let him alone as he brews let him bake which no body c. 18. But yet by the way you must néeds understand He kept all his passions so under command Pride never could get the upper hand which no body c. 19. And now may all stout souldiers say Farewel the glory of the Dray For the Brewer himself to turn'd to clay which no body c. 20. Thus fell a brave Brewer the bold Son of slaughter Who need not to sear much what should follow a'ter That deall all his life time in fire and water which no body c. 21. And if his Successor had but had his might We all had not béen in that pitiful plight But alas he was found many grains too light which no body c. 22. Though wine be a Juice swéet pleasant and pure This trade doth such pleasure and profit procure That every Vintner in town is turn'd Brewer which no body c. 23. But now let 's leave singing and drink off our Bub Let 's call for a reckoning and every man
Iphis nor Leander I le neither hang nor drown'd my self for love 5. Yet I have béen a Lover by report and I have di'd for love as others do But prais'd be Jove it was in such a sort that I reviv'd within one hour or two 6 Thus have I lov'd thus have I liv'd til now and know no reason to repent me yet And he that any otherwise shall do his courage is no better than his wit The Womans Answer NO man loves fiery passion can resist that either values pleasure or promotion I hate luke-warmness in an Amorist it is as had in love as in devotion 2. You that pretend to have a love-proof heart and dare despise the sacred power of Love May know that more has faln by Cupids dart than by the dreadful thunder-bolts of Jove 3. Nor can you love or not love as you please for Cupids laws commands the disposition And I have known one die of that disease whereof himself to others was Physitian 4. For when the little God doth shoot his darts from the bright eyes of women that are fair The strokes are fatal wil wound the hearts of men as healthful as you think you are 5. Those that thus die for love incur no slander but with Loves holy Martyrdom are crownd Perhaps you cannot imitate Leander for every man was not born to be drown'd 6. You say you 've béen a Lover by report but never yet deserv'd so good a name He never lov'd indéed loves but a sport it is ill jesting with a sacred flame 7. Long may you live unlov'd when you die women upon your loathed grave shall spit Till then all Gentlemen shall swear you lie to try your courage as you did your wit A Song upon Puâ— and Tick-tack AY â—ung man and a pretty maid Sitting hand in hand together Smilington him thus she said Swéer let 's spend our time in pleasure Good sir quoth she if that you please a whole piece with you I will venter At Put to pass the time with ease or at Tick-tack to hit and enter 2. These parties being both agréed of their best skill to make a tryal Though he at Put to learn had néed yet he would give her no denial Good sir quoth she come lift with me those that lift least shall have the dealing Hers was an Ace his was a Tre quoth he I was deceiv'd in féeling 3. She dealt to him he put to her his game was good she durst not sée him To win the game she would be glad he was the first and had the dealing And to be brief thrée was the Set and hée got two e're she got any An yet she swore she would him beat for at last Put she had beat many 4. Next Deal she held him closely to 't his game was good but hers was better He mov'd a Put but durst not do 't because her spirit was the greater Next bout she boldly Put to him and he undaunted did put with her Hers being the best the game was gone because they did put both together 5. Fair Mistriss now I néeds must say at Put your game is far the better At Tick-tack I will hold you play you shall loose all and rest my debtor Tush sir quoth she I fear you not which if in your Tables I once enter I' ch game I 'le set you such a blot beyond the which you dare not venter 6. Wilt thou with fair play be content let not my ill play thée trouble For I have a full intent for to hit or take it double Duce-Ace he threw a Tre her hat and yet he over-sée to hit her She took him then with a Why-not but merk at last how he did fit her 7. Now for the Set with strength he cast it was his fortune for to hit her He sank into her blot at last and then she did confess he beat her Forty wéeks hence quoth she I 'le pay my loss to thée by this good token When as at Tick-tack I did play I always left my Ace-point open LONDON'S Gratulation to the Lord General the sixth of March 1660. A Paean was a Song of Praise First made to great Apollo When plagues did rage in any place Or cruel War Peace follow The blessings of good health and peace Are such strong Obligations The first-fruits of our lips-encrease And due as their Oblation Then let us pay our Thanks to thee The mistocles of London Who timely came to set us free Or London had been undone 2. Religion Law and Liberty Distinguish us from others The French have lost what 's kept by thée In fréedom once our Brothers All was at Stake when Hewson came To make a new Translation England it self became a shame And by-word to each Nation Then let us pay our thanks to Thee Renowned George of London Who timely came to set us free Or London had been undone 3. Our Churches were contemn'd of late Our Laws were but dead Letters Vsurpers Lorded it i th' State And vilantz'd their betters Poor Citizens were doom'd the prey Of Fleetwoods Safe Committée Granadoes were prepar'd to pay The publick faith to th' City Then let us pay c. 4. Fire and flames like Thunder-claps discharged by Jove in flashes Which vomited from Hewsons Chaps to lay us all in Ashes The Anabaptists damn d us all to dismal Conflagration Or to enslave us to White-hall and Vanes vain ventilation Then let us pay c. 5. Our Goldsmiths rowes in Lumbard-street and Cheap-side were propounded For Pillage to the Saints as méet such Idols were confounded Our Merters Groters Drapers too were measur'd out and weigh'd all By th' Plow-share of John Disborow that Standard which has made all Then let us pay c. 6. Our other Guilds and Companies were all condemn'd for plunder And where our antient glory lies our Senators brought under Petitions for our native Rights were déem'd pernicious Treason Which our brave Ancestors in fights obtain'd from Kings with reason Then let us pay our thanks to thee Renowned George of London Who timely came to set us free Or London had been undone 7. Our Brethren murder'd were and slasht in peace as they were walking Out of their heads the brains were dasht of some as they stood talking The best betook themselves by flight to Cóuntrey-habitation Who staid in Town were in such plight as Eighty eight's Invasion 7. But when the Rump as some it nam'd assembled in December We thought we had our own reclaim'd by pighting up that Member Sir we had season'd well with Salt to make fair spéeches i th' House for us but he can tell no Tale but in his Then let us pay c. 8. Our Common-Councel were decry'd some Members sent to th' Tower The Rump did then on horse-back ride In an unlucky hour They pull'd our Posts and Chains all down Portcullices and Portals Sir Arthur with a surly frown affrighted us poor Mortals Then let us pay c. 9. But
scorns upon your pride Will blast all I have magnifi'd You are not fair if love you lack Ingratitude makes all things black 3. Oh do not for a flock of shéep A golden shore whereon you sléep Nor for the Tales ambition tells Forsake the house where honor dwels In Damon's Palace you 'l ne're shine So bright as in these arms of mine The Platonick Lover SHe 's not the fairest of her name and yet she conquers more than all her rate But she hath other motives to inflame besides her lovely face As wit and constancy And charms that take the soul more than the ept T is no easie Lover knows how to discover such divinity 2. And yet she is an easie Book writen in plain language for the meaner wit A stately garb and a gracious look with all things justly fit But age will undermine That glorious outside which appears so fine When the common Lover shrinks and gives her over Then she 's onely mine 3. To the Platonick that applies his clear addresses onely to the mind The body but a temple signifies wherein the Saints inshrin'd To him it is all one Whether the walls be Marble or of stone Nay in holy places which old time defaces Most Devotion 's shown Loves Extasie NOw I confess I am in love although I thought I never should But 't is with one sent from above whom Nature fram'd of siner Mould So gòod so rare so all divine I 'd quit the world to make her mine 2. Have you not séen the Stars retreat when Sol salutes the Hemisphere So shrinks the Beauties called great when swéet Rosella doth appear Were she as other women are I should not court her with despair 3. But I could never bear a mind willing to stoop to common faces Nor confidence enough could finde to aim at one so full of graces Fortune and Nature did agree No woman should be fic for me The Husband-man and Serving-man WEll met my friend upon the high-way walking on So sad all alone I pray you tell to me of what science you be Or are you a Serving-man 2. Oh my brother déer why dost thou inquéeâ— any such thing at my hand I will not fain but I hill tell thée plain I am a plain Husband-man 3. If a husband-man you be if you wil go with me you shall finde alteration then For I will bring you in a very short time where you may be a Serving-man 4. Good sir the give you thanks for your great deligence zimple though here I do stand But yet I do mean with my plough my tram still to be a Husband-man 5. We have pleasure like a King we ride a hunting with our goodly Greyhounds many a one Our horns all arow their measures for to blow oh 't is pleasure for a Serving-man 6. We have pleasure more than that to zée our Oren vat Not under their Loads for to stand but to labor and take pain To bring in our gain oh 't is pleasure for a Husband-man 7. A Serving-man doth eat The best Meat that he can get his Pig Goose Capon and his Swan Thereto his Pasties fine With Sack and Claret-wine oh 't is Diet for a Serving-man 8. As for Pig Goose and Capon Give me good Béef and Bacon with Butter and Chéese among And in a Countrey House Vat Pudding and Zouse that 's Diet for a Husbanding-man 9. A Serving-mans behavior Brings him into favor when he waits his Masters Table upon There is never a Knight nor Squire That lives in all the Shire but he must have a Serving-man 10. If a Serving-man you were Then néed you not to care for tilling or ploughing of your land For then you may go gay And wear brave aray oh 't is habit for the Serving-man 11. As for your gay Repparel Zir this is not the quarrel that you and I do stand upon But fain would I know If that thou canst me show what pleasure hath a Zerving-man 12. A Serving-mans pleasure Is without ineasure when the Hawk is his fist upon To sée what hallâ— he will make His game for to take oh 't is pleasure for a Serving-man 13. We have pleasure also To sée our Corn grow and prosper the land upon And to get it in our Barns Frée from any harms oh 't is pleasure for a Husbanding-man 14. Indéed sir it were bad If none were to be had to tend the Table upon But there 's neither Emperor nor King Nor any living can live without the Husbanding-man 15. Indéed I must confess And grant you no less and give you the upper hand Your labour is painful But yet it is gainful I would I were a Husbanding-man 16. Then let us all Both great and small pray for the Peace of old England And that we may ever Do our endeavor still to maintain the Husband-man A Merry Medley First Ayr. The Jews Corant LOt's call and drink the Cellar dry there 's nothing lover underneath the sky The greatest kingdoms in confusion lye Since al the world grows mad why may not I my Father 's dead and I am frée he left no children in the world but me the Devil drunk him down with usury and I 'le repine in liberality When lirst the English war began He was precisely a politick man That gain'd his state by lequestration till Oliver begun to tome with sword in hand and put him to the run Then jovial Lads who are undone So by the Father coâ—â— home to the Son Whom wine and musâ—â—k now do wait upon let 's tipple up a tun and drink your woes away jolly hearts come on come on Second Ayr. Princess Royal. HEre 's a Health to him that may do a trick that shall advance you all And beget a very jovial day Fill another bowl to he who hath drank by stealth his Landlords health If his spirit and his tongue agrée the Land shall celebrate his fame all the world embalm his name not a right good fellow but will satisfie the same The Bells full merrily shall ring All the Town shall dance and sing more delights than I can tell ye When we sée this noble Spring wée'l have Ladies by the belly and a snatch at the o'ther thing The third Ayr. Come hither my own sweet Duck. WE'saw be merry and jolly quaff carouse and réel We's play with Peggy and Molly dance and kiss and féel We's put up the Bag-pipe Organ and make the Welsh Harper to play Till Mauris ap Shon ap Morgan fisk as on St. Taffiâ—s day Hold up Jinny Piper come play us a spring all you that have musick in ye Tipple dance and sing Fourth Ayr. French Tricatees LEt de French Monsieur come and swear Begâ—r Mounsieur Dis is de ting vée long to hear So many a year Dancing vill be lookt upon Now de man of Yron is gone Me glad his dancing days be done When de slower-de-luces grows With de English Crown and Rose Dats very good as we suppose