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Westminster-drollery, or, A choice collection of the newest songs & poems both at court and theaters by a person of quality ; with additions.; Westminster drollery.
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Person of quality.
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1671
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free gifts they thee damnifie Use Wine for thirst Venus for lawful Seed To pass these limits may thy danger breed On Wine HE that with Wine Wine thinks t' expel One ill would with another quell A Trumpet with a Trumpet drown Or with the Cryer of the Town Still a loud man Noise deaf with noise Or to convert a Bawd make choice Of a Pander Pride with pride shame thus Or put a Cook down by Calistratus Discord by discord think to case Or any man with scoffs appease So War by Battel to restrain And labour mitigate by pain Command a sudden peace between Two shrill Scolds in the height of spleen By Drink to queneh Drink is all one As is by strife strife to attone A Song called Hide-Park The tune Honour invites you to delights Come to the Court and be all made Knights 1. COme all you noble you that are neat ones Hide-Park is now both fresh and green Come all you Gallants that are great ones And are desirous to be seen Would you a Wife or Mistriss rare Here are the best of England fair Here you may chuse also refuse As you your judgments pleâ—se to use 2. Come all you Courtiers in your neat fashions Rich in your new unpaid-for silk Come you brave Wenches and court your stations Here in the bushes the Maids do milk Come then and revel the Spring invites Beauty and youth for your delights All that are fair all that are rare You shall have license to compare 3. Here the great Ladies all of the Land are Drawn with six Horses at the least Here are all that of the Strand are And to be seen now at the best Westminster-Hall who is of the Court Unto his place doth now all resort Both high and low here you may know And all do come themselves to shew 4. The Merchants wives that keep their Coaches Here in the Park do take the air They go abroad to avoid reproaches And hold themselves as Ladies fair For whilst their Husbands gone are to trade Unto their ships by Sea or Land Who will not say why may not they Trade like their own Husbands in their own way 5. Here from the Countrey come the Girls flying For husbands though of parts little worth They at th' Exchange have been buying The last new fashion that came forth And are desirous to have it seen As if before it ne're had been So you may see all that may be Had in the Town or Countrey 6. Here come the Girls of the rich City Aldermens daughters fair and proud Their Jealous Mothers come t' invite ye For fear they should be losti'th ' croud Who for their breeding are taught to dance Their birth and fortune to advance And they will be as frolick and free As you your self expect to see To his coy Mistris 1. COy one I say Be gone My love-days now are done Were thy Brow like Iv'ry free Yet 't is more black than Jet to me 2. Might thy hairy Tress compare With Daphne's sporting with the air As it is worse fetter'd far Than th' knotty tuffs of Mandrakes are 3. Were there in thy squint eyes found True native sparks of Diamond As they are duller sure I am Than th' Eye-Lamps of a dying man 4. Were thy breath a Civet scent Or some purer Element As there 's none profess thee love Can touch thy lips without a Glove 5. Were thy Nose of such a shape As Nature could no better make As it is so skrewed in It claims acquaintance with thy Chin. 6. Were thy Breasts two rising Mounts Those Ruby Nipples milky Founts As these two so fairly move They 'd make a Lover freeze for love 7. Could thy pulse affection beat Thy Palm a balmy moisture sweat As their active vigor's gone Dry and cold as any stone 8. Were thy arms legs feet and all That we with modesty can call Nay were they all of such a grace As 't might be stil'd Love amorous place 9. As all these yield such weak delight They 'd fright a Bridegroom the first night And hold it a curse for to be sped Of such a fury in his bed 10. Could thine high improved state Vye with the greatest Potentate As in all their store I find Mole-hills to a noble mind 11. Wert thou as rich in Beauties form As thou are held in Natures scorn I vow these should be none of mine Because they are entitled thine A Dialogue concerning Hair between A Man and a Woman M. 1. ASk me no more why I do wear My Hair so far below my ear For the first Man that e're was made Did never know the Barbers Trade W. 2. Ask me no more where all the day The foolish Owl doth make her stay 'T is in your Locks for tak'â— from me She thinks your hair an Ivy-tree M. 3. Tell me no more that length of hair Can make the visage seem less fair For howsoe'r my hair doth sit I 'm sure that yours comes short of it W. 4. Tell me no more men were long hair To chase away the colder air For by experience we may see Long hair will but a back friend be M. 5. Tell me no more that long hair can Argue deboistness in a man For 't is Religious being inclin'd To save the Temples from the wind W. 6. Ask me no more why Roarers wear Their hair exâ—ant below their ear For having morgag'd all their Land They 'd fain oblige the appearing Band. M. 7. Ask me no more why hair may be The expression of Gentility 'T is that which being largely grown Derives its Gentry from the Crown W. 8. Ask me no more why grass being grown With greedy Sickle is cut down Till short and sweet So ends my Song Lest that long hair should grow too long A Song 1. THat Beauty I ador'd before I now as much despise 'T is Money only makes the Whore She that for love with her Crony lies â—ichaste But that 's the Whore that kisses for prâ—â—â— 2. Let Iove with Gold his Danae woo It shall be no rule for me Nay ' â— may be I may do so too When I 'me as old as he Till then I 'le never bire the thing that 's freeâ—punc 3. If Coin must your Affection Imp Pray get some other Friend My Pocket ne're shall be my Pimp I never that intend Yet can be noble too if I see they mend 4. Since Loving was a Liberal Art How canst thou trade for gain The pleasure is on your part 'T is we Men take the pain And being so must Women have the gain 5. No no I 'le never farm your Bed Nor your Smock-Tenant be I hate to rent your white and red You shall not let your Love to me I court a Mistris not a Landlady 6. A Pox take him that first set up Th' Excise of Flesh and Skin And since it will no better be Let 's both to kiss begin To kiss freely if not you may go spin The Careless Swain
Drollery THE SECOND PART BEING A Compleat Collection of all the Newest and Choicest SONGS and POEMS at COURT and both the THEATERS By the Author of the FIRST PART never Printed before LONDON Printed for William Gilbert at the Half-Moon in 〈…〉 These to his honoured Freind the Author of this Book upon his WESTMINSTER DROLLERY HAving perus'd your Book I there do find The footsteps of a most Ingenious mind Which traceing I ne're left until I came Vnto the knowledge of the Authors Name Which having understood I needs must show That due respect I to your Lines doe owe. How easie is it for a man to know Those Songs you made from those Collected too Yours like Rich Vyands on a Table set Invites all Pallats for to tast and eat Tâ— ' others but garnish are which only serve To feed a hungry stomach least it starve Yours like the Sun when he displayes his face Obscures and darkens Starrs of meaner Race So Sir in every thing you so transcend That I could wish your Drolleries no end But least my youthful Poetry should stray From their intentions and so lose their way I 'le wish your fame may be as amply known As he desires who speaks himself your own Ric Mangic WESTMINSTER DROLLERY The late Song at the Dukes House SInce we poor slavish women know Our men we cannot pick and choose To him we like why say we no We both our time and labour loose By our put offs and fond delayes A Lovers Appetite we pall And if too long the Gallant stayes His Stomack 's gone for good and all Or our impatient Amorous guest Unknown to us away may steale And rather than stay for a feast Take up with some course ready meale When opportunity is kind Let prudent women be so too And if a man be to her mind Till till she must not let him goe The match soon made is happy still For only love 't is best to doe For none should marry 'gainst their will But stand off when their Parents woe And only to their Suits be coy For she whom Jointures can obtain To let a Fopp her bed injoy Is but a lawfull wench for gain A late Song called The Resolute Gallant for a second Tryall HOw hard a fate have I that must expire By sudden sparkles Love hath blown to fire No paine like mine 'cause fed with discontent Not knowing how these flames I may prevent Lucinda's eyes affection have compel'd And ever since in thraldome I have dwelt Yet which is more sâ—â— who 's my sole delight Belongs unto another man by right What though she do bear up dejected mind She that is faired doth seldome prove unkind She may be so I 'le put it to a venture Who tryes no Circle may mistake the Center For joyes themselves are only trâ—e when try'd Fruiâ—ion is the comfort of a Bride And how can he enjoy that ne'r doth try But is dishearted with a Female fie When known to most they willingly resigne What they doe seem as willing to decline Why then should I desist I 'le try agen They ' steeme the valiant lover the best of men The Subtil Girle well fitted The Tune The New Boxy PRethee Cloris tell me how I 've been to thee Disloyal In love thou know'st who makes a vow 'T is only but on tryal For had I found thy graces sound Which first I did discover There 's none shou'd be more kind to thee Or halfe so true a Lover 2. I vow'd 't is true I 'le tell you how With mental reservation To try if thou wouldst keep thy vow And find thine Inclination But when I saw thou didst withdraw Thy faith from me to changing Why shoul'dst thou blame me for the same To take my swing in ranging 3. No Cloris know the knack I 've found Of this thy feigned passion Thou knowst my elder brother's drown'd And chinks with me in fashion And likewise know I 've made a vow To one did ne're deceive me VVho in the worst of times she durst Both visit and relieve me 4. Then farewell Cloris false and faire And like thee every woman Nor more will weare thy lock of haire Thy favours now are common But I will weare Aminta deare VVithin my heart for ever VVhose faire and kind and constant mind To cherish I 'le endeavour The New Scotch Song SIt ' tha ' do'on be me mine awn sweet joy Thouse quite kill me suedst thou prove coy Suedst thou prove coy and not loove me VVhere sall I fiend sike a can as thee 2. Is'e bin at Weke and Is'e bin at Faire Yet neer coo'd I find can with thee to compare Oft have I sought yet ne're cood I find Ean I loov'd like thee ' gen you prove kind 3. Thou'se ha' a gay goone an gea fine VVith brave buskins thy feet sall shine VVith the fin'st sloores thy head sall be crownd An thy pink-patticoat sall be lac't round 4. VVee'se gang early to the brooke side VVee'se catch fishes as they do glide Ev'ry little fish thy prisner sall be Thou'fe catch them an I 'se catch thee 5. Coom lat me kisse thy cherry Lip an praise Aw the features a thy sweet face Thy forehead so smooth and lofty doth rise Thy soft ruddy cheeks and thy pratty black eyes 6. I se ligg by thee all the caw'd niete ' Thou'sâ— want neathing for thy deleete Thouse ha' any thing thouse ha me Sure I ha soom thing that'le please thee The Answer to the Scotch Song and to that Tune 1. SIbby cryes to the wood coom follow me â—or I'se have a fiene thing my Billy for thee It i like a thing which I mun not tell Yet I ken Billy thou'se love it well 2. Billy cryes wa is me and sight vary seare Cause to his Sibby he cood not come neare At last he tald her with many a greane Ise cannot follow Sibby for meerter and steane 3. Thou ken'st Billy Is'e loove thee wee le And for thy Love my Patticoat wa'd sell I 'se loove thee dearly wee 'le as myne ean mother Thou'se pull down ean side I 'se pull down tother 4. Sibby gang'd to the Wail to pull it doone Billy ean the tea side came there as soone Then she pul'd doon the steane Billy the meerter That of his â—â—atty Sibby he might be the Peerter The rejected Lover to his Mistriss 1. WHat means this strangenâ—ss now of late Since time doth truth approve Such difference may consist with state In cannot stand with love 2. 'T is either cunning or distrust Doth such ways allow The first is base the last unjust Let neither blemish you 3. Explaine with unsuspitious looks The Riddles of your mind The eyes are Cupids fortune Books Where love his fate may find 4. If kindness crosse your wisht content Dismiss it with a frown I 'le give thee all the love is spent The rest shall be my own The Prologue to Witt without money being the first