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A35328
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Bristol drollery poems and songs / by Mr. C.
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C., Mr.
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1674
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Wing C7447; ESTC R11004
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Bristol Drollery POEMS AND SONGS By M r. C. LONDON Printed for Charles Allen Bookseller in Bristol 1674. Bristoll Drollery 'T Is a strange Title this stay let us see Poems and Songs and Bristoll Drollery Why then does any there pretend to Wit It must be like their Diamonds Counterfeit Do's not the Author tell us flat and plain Such a dull foggy Air do's clog the brain That there we strive at Poetry in vain That to the Wits 't is fatal this do's show Our Heads ake here when but we wou'd be so This may be true for ought I gather hence The Author by this Book has no pretence To make us think h' has more than common sense Nor needed he to put his brains to 'th wrack For by the help of one poor pint of Sack One might out-doe him if one had the knack For what is there that can more easie prove Then to tell Phillis plain he dies for love Thus much for 's Sense and then as to his Rhymes They 're not so pleasant as your Christ-church Chymes When on your Tolsey up and down you go Or noise of Guns from Ships arriv'd below Since 't is a Maxim you 've held all your lives Dam ' Poetry 't is he has Wit that thrives To the young Gallants c. HEre 's a fresh Country Muse come up to Town Which you on easie tearms may make your own Receive her kindly then and hear her tale She may divert you now your own are stale For at first view it plainly will appear 'T is the first Balladry of the New year Shou'd a fresh Girl come up cou'd scarce speak sense So she cou'd doe in figure mood and tense I 'le warrant her she ne'er wou'd be refus'd Her two leaves wou'd be open'd and perus'd Well Sin will leave you when y' are old and gray You must divert you then some other way Then will you sit and look as grave as they Who censure your behaviours and the Play Come my dear hearts be virtuous then betimes Delight you in sweet Prose and sweeter Rhymes Your penance comes of drinking and high feeding Head never akes so vilely after reading It will Improve these â—ine white Perriwigs So full of crotchets and fantastick Jiggs I will take you off your window-breaking tricks Nor let all mirth lie button'd in your bricks If Bristol Muse has ever a good jest Pary let it be roar'd out amongst the rest And though she has not learned yet the way She may be next of kin to an ill Play But if she finds No favour ' mongst you slighting jeering men 'Twixt her and I I have advis'd her then I humbly to cast her self on Madam Behn Jan. 1673 4. N. C. To my Lord at his Arrival in Bristoll WElcome to Town my Lord but yet I pray For your own safety that you wou'd not stay Wit in this Country lives it is well known No longer then a Serpent in your own That to the Wits 't is fatal this doth show Our heads ake here when but we wou'd be so Such a dull foggy air do's clog the brain That here we strive at Poetry in vain Then we have reason to implore your stay Wits brightest Sun can clear these Mists away For you who 've taught the World to love and fight By whose great pattern our best Poets write And wisest States-men learn to steer aright Can shine to us with a perpetual light Solon's Laws of Love I. WHo would a perfect Lovers Title gain Must bind his Love in a mysterious chain His flames under a cloud must wear Jealous lest any trembling Air Should to the Vulgar ears his passion bear This is Love's seasoning for he Who would a curious Lover be Fears less a Rival than Discovery II. The nicest Lover oft do's find A happiness in his extream For Doubt and Caution make the mind Value what else had been a dream The greatest goods have their esteem Not from themselves but what we pay We to our passions guide the way And the great Deity of Love do's live Not by the wounds he makes but by the leave we give III. When all we wish crowns our desires If Jealousie but gently move 'T is like a Fan to blow those fires And seems a kind Transport of Love But let that Frenzy never gain the field Nor by continuance grow so high That reason cannot force it yield Or the least Oath make the Usurper fly IV. Th' unfledg'd Gallant at his first sight do's swear His love eternal course shall hold Though try'd Experience tells those Vows are Air And that no hope can be more rash or bold Happy the Lover whose kind starr Thinks worthy of a gift so rare But if its influence prove retrograde Let not a sullen grief your breast invade For Stars you will like Women find Who are by humour false or kind Without consulting the fond Lovers mind V. That Lover whose desires unjustly tend That only to his pleasures bend 'T is fit should miss of his main end But they are Stages in our way And though they oft' a heart betray Are pretty Baits our Travels to allay VI. Sincerity in Love I much esteeem As of all Laws the most supream Yet for their Interest oft the wise Must cloath the Truth in a disguise I like a dainty Lover would know all Yet like a man of Humane frailty sure Would not my own disease procure Nor headlong on disquiet fall But rather Ignorance then despair endure On a Lady passing by in a Coach c. SO sits the Mother of the God of Love In her bright Chariot drawn by her white Dove As you fair Nymph if any such there be For you were past so soon I scarce cou'd see Yet at a venture I have paid my duty To Madam your imaginary beauty May you drive on whilst I devoutly pray You meet no tumbling accidents i' th way May you ne'r fall but in a softer place To be made pleasant by a sweet embrace Whilst you partake part of those closer joyes Though not so private and so free from noise A SONG HOw pleasant it is to discover In the Mistriss you love and adore The coming regards of a Lover She made you despair of before At first with coy looks and disdain She paid all your sighs and addresses But now that she pities your pain Her alter'd demeanor confesses Then oh what a Joy 't is to find At length that her pity improves To a passion so true and so kind As is next consummation of Loves Whilst you ply her with warmer caresses And close as a Lover do's use To fetter a Miss in Embraces Till she cannot tell how to refuse SONG Against Marriage I. A Fig for the state they call Holy Let Hymen now be degraded For is't not a desperate folly In a Journey for life to be jaded II. For the lust of a night or two To be plagu'd with the cares for ever Is like him that wou'd hastily go Hang