Wit and drollery joviall poems / corrected and much amended, with new additions, by Sir J.M. ... Sir W.D. ... and the most refined wits of the age. 1661 Approx. 339 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 152 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A66741 Wing W3132 ESTC R38723 17947658 ocm 17947658 106766 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A66741) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 106766) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1112:2) Wit and drollery joviall poems / corrected and much amended, with new additions, by Sir J.M. ... Sir W.D. ... and the most refined wits of the age. Phillips, John, 1631-1706. E. M. J. M. [6], 263 [i.e.271], [24] p. Printed for Nathanial Brook ..., London : 1661. Preface signed (prelim. p. [6]): E.M. This work is based on a 1656 edition which was edited by John Phillips. Cf. BM. Error in paging: p. 97-104 repeated in numbering only. Advertisements: [24] p. at end. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Humorous poetry, English -- Early works to 1800. 2002-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-11 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Wit and Drollery , IOVIALL POEMS : Corrected and much amended , with ADDITIONS , By Sir I. M. Ia. S. Sir W. D. I. D. and the most refined Wits of the Age. Ut Nectar Ingenium . LONDON , Printed for Nath. Brook , at the Angel in Cornhil , 1661. Courteous Reader , I Present thee with Wit and Drollery , truly calculated for the Meridian of mirth ; the once exalted Scene is at this present level'd , other Poems have come forth in such throngs , that our English world is satiated with them , especially as they have been lately stuffed with reiterated Hyperboles , or else other more pitiful whining passions of Love , such as ingenuous persons , cannot have the patience continually to be afflicted with . Reader , to give thee a broad-side of plain dealing , this Wit I present thee with , is such as can only be in fashion , invented purposely to keep off the violent assaults of Melancholly , assisted by the additional Engines , and Weapons of Sack and good company : as for those graver sort of people , who are contented to read old Bembo , with his Beard down to his Girdle , I wish them a good digestion of their studies ; these Poems are not for their gust● , they are a Heaven higher ; as jovial , as clear , and as lusty , as those that writ them ; such verbal harmony , being as pleasing to the fancies , as the most delightful Aires of Musick are to the eare . Not to be tedious , or to deceive the Reader with a belief of what is not , these Poems reprinted , with additions are collected from the best Wits , of what above 20. years since , were begun to be preserved , for mir●h and friends ; the fear of having some of them imperfectly set forth , hath , though unwillingly , made them common . What hath not been extant of Sir I. M. of Ia. S. of Sir W. D. of I. D. and other miraculous Muses of the Times , are here at thy Service , and as Webster at the end of his Play call'd the White Devil , subscribes , that the action of Perkins crown'd the whole Play , so when thou viewest the Title , and readest the sign of Iohnson's head , on the back-side of the Exchange , and the Angel in Cornhil , where they are sold , inquire who could better furnish the with such sparkling copies of Wit than those that have bin so long courted for them ; there are two or three copies crept in among the rest , as the ordinary sort of people croud in at the audience of an Embassador , which may at thy discretion be permitted to stay , or be put out ; though they are good , yet not to be indured , as they are old . I have no more to acquaint thee with , but that good Drollery is not so loose , or of so late an invention , but that the most serious Wits have thought themselves honoured to own them . Bidding thee farewell . E. M. WIT AND DROLLERY OR JOVIAL POEMS The Preface to that most elaborate piece of Poetry Entituled Penelope Ulisses . NO I protest , not that I wish the gaines To spoile the trade of mercenary braines . I am indiffrently bent , so , so , Whether I ever tell my works or no. Nor was 't my aime when I took pen in fingers , To take imployment for the Ballad singers . Nor none of these but on a gloomy day , My genius step to me , and thus gan say . Listen to me , I give you information , This History deserves a grave translation ; And if comparisons be free from flanders , I say as well as Hero and Leanders . This said , I took my chair in colours wrought , Which at an outcry with two stooles I bought . The stools of Dornix , which that you may know well , Are certain stuffs , Upholsters use to sell. Stuffs , said I ? no , some Linsey-Wolsey-monger mixt them , They were not stuff nor Cloth sure , but betwixt them . The ward I bought them in , it was without Hight Faringdon , and their a greasy lout Bid for them shilling six , but I bid seven , A summe that is accounted odd , not even : The Cryer thereat seemed to be willing , Quoth he ther 's no man better then seven shiling . He though it was a reasonale price , So struck upon the Table , once twice , thrice . My pen in one hand my pen-knife in the other , My Ink was good , my paper was none other . So sat me down , being with sadness moved , To sing this new Song , sung of old by Ovid. But would you think , as I was thus preparing All in a readiness , here and there staring To find my implements , that the untoward Elfe , My Muse shall steal away , and hide her self ? Just so it was , faith , neither worse nor better , Away she run er'e I had writ a Letter . I after her apace , and beat the bushes , Rank Grass , Firrs , Ferne , and the tall banks of rushes . At last I found my Muse , and wot you what , I put her up , for lo she was at squat . Thou slut quoth I , hadst thou not run away , I had made verses all this live-long day . But in good sooth , or'e much I durst not chide her , Lest she should run away again and hide her . But when my heat was or'e , I speak thus to her Why did'st thou play the wag ? I 'm very sure I have commended thee above ould Chaucer ; And in a Tavern once I had a Sawcer Of Whit-wine Vinegar , dasht in my face , For saying thou deservest a better grace , Thou knowst that then I took a Sawsedge up , Upon the knaves face it gave such a clap , That he repented him that he had spoken Against thy fame , he struct by the same token . I often have sung thy Meeters , and sometimes , I laugh to set on others at thy rimes . When that my Muse considered had this geare , She sigh'd so sore , it greiv'd my heart to hear . She said she had don ill , and was not blameless ' And Polyhymnie ( one that shall be nameless , Was present when she spoke it ) and before her , My Muses lamentation was the soarer . And then to shew she was not quite unkinde , She sounded out these strong lines of her minde . The Inovation of Vlysses and Penelope . O All ye (1) Cliptick Spirits of the Sphaeres That have or (2) sense to hear or (3) use of eares , And you in number (4) twelve Caelestiall Signes That Poets have made use of in their lines , And by which men do know what seasons good To gueld their Bore-piggs , , and let Horses blood List to my doleful tone , O (5) list I say , Unto the complaint of Penelope . She was a lover , I , and so was hee As loving unto her , and he to (6) she : But mark how things were alter'd in a moment Ulysses was a Graecian born , I so ment To have inform'd you first , but since 't is or e , It is as (7) well , as had it been before : He being as I said as Greek there rose A Quarrel 'twixt the Trojans and their (8) foes , I mean the Graecians , whereof he was (9) one , But let that pass , he was Laertes Son. Yet least some of the difference be ignorant , It was about a (1) Wench , you may hear more (2) on 't In Virgils Aeneids , and in Homer too ; How Paris lov'd her , and no more adoe But goes and steales her from her Husband : wherefore The Graecians took their tooles , and fighted therefore . And that you may perceive they were stout (3) Signiors , The Combat lasted for the space of ten (4) years . This Gallant bideing where full many a Mother Is oft bereav'd of Child , Sister of Brother , His Lady greatly longing for his presence (5) Writ him a Letter , whereof this the Sence . " My prety Duck , my pigsnie my Ulysses , " Thy poor Penelope sends a (6) thousand Kisses " As to her only Ioy a hearty greeting , " Wishing thy company , but not thy meeting " With enemies , and fiery spirits in Armour , " And which perchance may do thy body harme-or " May take thee Prisoner , and clap on thee bolts " And locks upon thy legges , such as weare Colts . " But send me word , and er'e that thou want Ransome " Being a man so comely , and so handsome , " I l'e sell my Smock both from my back and (7) belly " E're you want mony , meat , or Cloathes , I tell yee . When that Ulysses , all in greif enveloped . Had markt how right this Letter was Peneloped . Laid one hand on his heart , and said 't was guilty , Resting the other on his Dagger-hilty , Thus gan to speak : O thou that dost controule All beauties else , thou hath so bang'd my soul With thy lamentation , that I swear , I love thee strangely , without wit or fear ; I could have wish'd ( quoth he , ) my self the Paper Ink , Standish , Sandbox , or the burning Taper , That were the Instruments of this thy writing Or else the stool whereon thou sat'st inditing : And so might have bin neer that lovely breech That never yet was troubled with the (8.) Itch. And with the thought of that , his Sorrow doubled His heart with wo , was so Cuff'd and Cornubled , That he approv'd one of his Ladyes Verses , ( The which my Author in his book rehearses ) 'T is true quoth he , (9) Loves troubles make me tamer , Res est Soliciti plena timoris Amor. This said , he blam'd himself , and chid his folly For being so ore-rul'd with mellancholly , He call'd himself , Fool , Coxecombe , Asse , and Fop , And many a scurvy name he reckon'd up . But to himself , this language was too rough , For certainly the man had wit enough : For he resolves to leave his Trojan foes , And go to see his love in his best Cloaths . But marke how he was cross'd in his intent , His friends suspected him incontinent : And some of them suppos'd he was in love , Because his eyes all in his head did move , Or more or less then used , I know not which But I am sure they did not move so mich As they were wont to do : and then 't was blasted , Ulysses was in love and whilst that lasted No other newes within the Camp was spoke of , And many did suppose the match was broke off . But he conceal'd himself , nor was or'e hasty To shift his Cloathes , though now grown somewhat nasty . But having wash'd his hands in Pewter Bason , Determins for to get a Girle or a Son , On fair Penelope , for he look'd trimmer Then yong Leander when he learn'd his (1.) Primer , To Graece he wends apace , for all his hope Was only now to to see fair Penelope : She kemb'd her head , and wash'd her face in Creame And pinch'd her cheeks to make the (2.) red blood stream She don'd new Cloaths , and sent the old ones packing And had her shoes rub'd over with Lamp (3.) blacking , Her new rebato , and a falling band , And Rings with several posies on her hand . A stomacher upon her breast so bare , For Strips and Gorgets was not then the weare ▪ She thus adorn'd to meet her youthful Lover Heard by a Post-boy , he was new come over : She then prepares a banquet very neat (4) Yet there was not bit of Butchers meat But Pyes , and Capons , Rabbits , Larkes and Fruit ; Orion an a Dolphin , with his (5.) Harp And in the midst of all these dishes stood A platter of Pease-porridge , woundrous good , And next to that the God of Love was plac'd , His Image being made of Rye-past , To make that good which the old Proverb speaks [ The one the Heart , tother the belly breaks . ] Ulysses seeing himself a welcome Guest Resolves to have some Fidlers at the Feast : And 'mongst the various consort choosing them . That in their sleeves the armes of Agamem - Non , in the next verse , wore : Cry'd in a rage Sing me some Song made in the Iron Age. The Iron-Age , quoth he that used to sing ? This to my minde the Black-Smith's Song doth bring The Black-Smiths , quoth Ulysses ? and there holloweth , Whoope ! is there such a Song ? Let 's ha 't . It followeth , The Black-Smith . As it was sung before Ulysses and Penelope at their Feast , when he returned from their Trojan Warrs , collected out of Homer , Virgill and Ovid , by some of the Modern Family of the Fancies . OF all the trades that ever I see , Ther 's none with the Blacksmith compar'd may be , With so many several tooles works hee Which Nobody can deny , The first that ever thunderbolt made , Was a Cyclops of the Black Smiths trade , As in a learned author is said , Which Nobody can deny When thundringly we lay about The fire like lightening flasheth out ; Which suddainly with water wee d'out . Which Nobody can deny The fayrest Goddess in the Skies , To marry with Vulcan did devise Which was a Black-smith grave and wise Which no body can deny . Mulciber to do her all right Did build her a town by day and by night , Which afterwards he Hammersmith hight Which no body can deny . And that no Enemy might wrong her He gave her Fort , she need no stronger , Then is the Lane of Ironmonger , Which no body can deny . Vulcan farther did acquaint her That a pretty Estate he would appoint her , And leave her Seacoale-lane for a joynter . Which nobody can deny . Smithfeild he did free from dirt , And he had sure great reason for 't It stood very neare to * Venus Which nobody can deny . But after in good time and ride , It was to the Black Smiths rectified , And given'm by Edmond Ironside , Which nobody can deny . At last * he made a Net , or traine , In which the God of warre was t'ane , Which ever since was call'd Pauls-chaine Which nobody can deny . The common Proverb , as it is read , That we should hit the nayle o' the head : Without the Black Smith cannot be said , Which nobody can deny There is another must not be forgot Which falls unto the Black Smiths lot That we should strike while the I'rons hott , Which nobody can deny . A third lyes in the Black Smiths way When things are safe as old-wives say , They hav'em under lock and key , Which nobody can deny ▪ Another Proverb makes me laugh Because the Smith can challenge but half ; When things are as plain as a Pike staffe , Which nobody can deny ▪ But'tother half to him does belong ; And therefore do the Smith no wrong , When one is held to it hard , buckle and thong , Which nobody can deny . Then there is a whole one proper and fit And the Blacksmith's Iustice is seen in it , When you give a man Rostmeat and beat him with Spitt , Which nobody can deny . Another Proverb does seldome faile , When you meet with naughty beere or ale , You cry it is as dead as a dore nayle , Which nobody can deny . If you stick to one when fortunes wheele Doth make him many losses feele We say such a friend is as true as steele . Which nobody can deny . Ther 's one that 's in the Blacksmith's books , And from him alone for remedy looks . And that is he that is off o' th hooks . Which no body can deny . Ther 's ner ' a slut , if filth over-smutch her But owes to the Blacksmith for her leatcher : For without a payr of tongues no man will touch her . Which no body can deny . There is a Law in merry England ●n which the Smith has some command When any one is burnt in the hand ; Which no body can deny . Banbury ale a half-yard-pott , The Devil a Tinker dares stand to 't ; If once the tost be hizzing-hot . Which no body can deny . If any Taylor has the itch , Your Blacksmith's water , as black as pitch , Will make his fingers go thorow-stich . Which no body can deny . A Sullen-woman needs no leech , Your Blacksmiths Bellowes restores her speech And will fetch her again with wind in her breech . Which no body can deny . Your snuffling Puritans do surmise , That without the Blacksmiths mysteries , St. Peter had never gotten his Keyes , Which no body can deny . And further more there are of those That without the Blacksmiths help do suppose St. Dunstan had never tane the Divel by the nose . Which nobody can deny . And though they are so rigid and nice And rayle against Drabs , and drink and dice Yet they do allow the Black Smiths vice Which nobody can deny . Now when so many Haeresies fly about , And every sect growns more in doubt The Black Smith he is a hamering it out , Which nobody can deny ▪ Though Serjants at law grow richer far , And with long pleading a good cause can marr● Yet your Black Smiths take more pains at th● Barr , Which nobody can deny ▪ And though he has no commander's look Nor can brag of those he hath slain and took , Yet he is as good as ever strooke , Which nobody dan deny ▪ For though he does lay on many a blow It ruines neither friend nor foe ; Would our plundring-souldiers had done so , Which every one can deny ▪ Though Bankrupts lye lurking in their holes And laugh at their Creditors , and catchpoles , Yet your Smith can fetch 'em over the coales . Which nobody can deny ▪ Our lawes do punish severely still , Such as counterfit , deed , bond , or bill , But your Smith may freely forge what he wil● Which nobody can deny . To be a Jockey is thought a fine feat , As to traine up a horse , and prescribe him his meat Yet your Smith knowes best to give a heat . Which nobody can deny . The Roring-Boy who every one quailes And swaggers , & drinks , and sweares and railes , Could yet never make the Smith eat his nailes . Which nobody can deny . Then if to know him men did desire , They would not scorn him but ranck him higher ●or what he gets is out of the fire . Which nobody can deny . ●hough Ulysses himself has gon many miles And in the warre has all the craft & the wiles , ●et your Smith can sooner double his files . Which nobody can deny . ●●yst thou so , quoth Ulysses , and then he did call ●or wine to drinke to the Black-Smiths all , And he vowed it should go round as a Ball Which no body should deny . ●nd cause he had such pleasure t'ane , ●t this honest fidlers merry straine , ●e gave him the Horse-Shoe in Drury-lane Which nobody can deny . Where his posterity ever since ●re ready with wine , both Spanish and French , ●or those that can bring in another Clench Which nobody can deny . The Song being done they drank the health , they rose They wo'd in verse , and went to bed in prose . Loyalty confin'd . BEat on proud Billowes , Boreas Blow , Swell curled Waves , high as Iove's roof , Your incivility doth shew , That innocence is tempest proof . Though surely Nereus frown , my thoughts ar● calme ▪ Then strike affliction , for thy wounds are balm . That which the world miscalls a Goale , A private Closet is to me , Whilst a good Conscience is my Baile , And innocence my Liberty : Locks Barres and solitude together met , Make me no Prisoner but an Anchorit . I whil'st I wish'd to be retir'd Into this private room , was turn'd , As if their wisdomes had conspir'd , The Salamander should be burn'd . Or like those sophies who would drown a Fish ▪ So I 'me condemn'd to suffer what I wish . The Cynick hugs his poverty , The Pelican her wilderness , And 't is the Indians pride to be Naked on frozen Caucasus . Contentment cannot smart , Stoicks we see Make torments easie to their Apathy . ●hese Menacles upon my Arm , ●as my Mistris's favours weare ; ●nd for to keep my Ankles warme , ●have some Iron Shackles there . These walls are but my Garrison ; this Cell Which men call Goal , doth prove my Cittadel . So he that strook at Iasons life , ●hinking he had his purpose sure : ●y a malitious friendly knife , ●id only wound him to a cure . Malice I see wants wit , for what is meant , Mischief oft-times proves favour by th' event . ●m in this Cabinet lockt up , ●ike some hig-prized Margaret , ●r like some great Mogul or Pope , ●re cloystered up from publick sight . Retirement is a piece of Majesty , And thus proud Sultan , I 'me as great as thee . ●ere sin for want of food must starve , Where tempting objects are not seen ; ●nd these strong Walls do only serve , ●o keep Vice out , and keep me in . Malice of late's growne charitable sure , I 'me not Committed , but I 'm kept secure . When once my Prince affliction hath , Prosperity doth Treason seem ; And for to smooth so rough a Path , I can learn Patience from him . Now not to suffer , shews no Loyal heart , When Kings want ease , Subjects must learn 〈◊〉 sma● Have you not seen the Nightingale , A Pilgrim koopt into a Cage , How doth she chant her wonted tale , In that her narrow hermitage . Even then her charming melody doth prove , That all her boughs are trees , her Cage a gro● My soul is free as the ambient aire , Although my baser part 's immur'd , Whilest Loyal thoughts do still repair , 'T accompany my Solitude . And though immur'd , yet I can chirp and sing Disgrace to Rebels is glory to my King. What though I cannot see my King , Neither in his Person or his Coyne , Yet contemplation is a thing , That renders what I have not mine . My King from me , what Adamant can part , Whom I weare engraven on my heart . I am that Bird whom they combine , Thus to deprive of Liberty ; But though they do my Corps confine , Yet maugre hate , my soul is free . Although Rebellion do my body bind , My King can only captivate my mind . A SONG . THe Pangs of Love growes sore growes sore And so mine one Lady told me , I loved a bonny lass well , Well and she hath forsaken me . I loved her well and dellicate well , I told her my mind as I might , She bid me love where I would Hay hay and went away out of my sight . I thought my Love had been as true to me , As the grass that grows on the ground , But now she proved the contrary , She is as good lost as found . I thought my Love had been a Virgin pure , When to her my Love I betook , She went with child by a Gentleman And married a greasy Cook. But I doe beshrow her Cheekes and her chin And so do I beshrow her face Her cherry red Lipps with a hay hay And her flattering Tongue within . And I doe beshrew her goodly gray eyes So do I her apparel and pride For now my land 's gon with a hay hay , My love she looks all a one side . And if I live another year As God may give me grace I 'le buy her a glass of decitfull water To wash her dissembling face . A SONG in praise of noble Liquor . COme hither zealous brothers , And leave your disputation : I will recount where is a fount , That leads to mitigation : The vertue of which Liquor , Being taken with replation , Will clear your eyes and make you wise , And fill you with discretion And it is call old Sack old Sack ▪ ●is Phisick good and Diet , To cure the man call'd Puritan And make him sleep in quiet . No frantick strange opinion Doth from this Fountain bubble Nor Puritan that Scripture scan The Church and State to trouble ●rom Renish White and Claret This runs of generation Which fills the Realme with filthy fleame Of strife and alteration Then let them drink old Sack old Sack. He is wiser then the fathers No counsel can command him He burnes with zeale the common weale No Cannon can withstand him His privie quese informes him . All other men do wonder Fill him with drink and then I think He will recant the slaunder And let it be old Sack old Sack &c. A Surples more affrights him That smells of superstition Then twenty Smocks or nether Stocks To tender his submission Besides his holy Sister He loves no female Creature But when he is drunk , he will kiss a punke And tender his good nature And then let him drink old Sack old Sack. His head no reason enters Nor he to be reclaimed His braines doth crack for want of Sack And thus his wits are maimed ; The only way to cure him If Sack will not collect him Must be the grate of Bishoppes gate Where mad Tom will expect him There let him drink old Sack old Sack. To the tune of Pip my Cock. ALas poor silly Barnaby how men do thee molest , In City Town and Countrey , they never let thee rest : For let a man be merry , at Even or at Morne , They will say that he is Barnaby , and laugh him for to scorn ; And call him drunken Barnaby when Barnaby is gone But can they not tend their drinking and let Barnaby alone . You City Dames so dainty that are so neat and fine That every day drinks plenty of spice and Claret wine , But you must have it burnt with ●ugar passing sweet They will not suffer Barnaby to walke a long the street , But call him drunken Barnaby when Barnaby is gone , Cannot you tend your Gosseping and let Barnaby alone . You Clerks and Lawyers costly , that are so fine & nice When you do meet so costly , with a cup of Ale and spice , You will take your Chamber , before you do begin Although you steale him privatly you count it is no sin , Though Barnaby stands open , in sight of every one What cannot you tend your drinking , and let Barnaby alone , But I have seen some Hostis , that have taken a pott , When her head runns giddy , she 'l call for a double shott , Although she gets her living by such kind of gests Shall mock , scoffe and deride me , as deeply as the rest , But call me drunken Barnaby when all my money is gon But cannot you look to their mault man and let Barnaby alone . A SONG . THe Blazing Star is soon burn'd out The Diamond light abide The one in glory shines about , The other yields light beside . That spark if any should be mine That else hath been unknown , But if to every he she shine I 'le rather lye alone . The Glow-worme in the dark gives light And to the view of many , The Moon she shews her self by night And yields her light to any . But if my Love should seem to be To every one so known , Shee never more shall shine to me , I 'le rather lie alone . I 'le not consume nor pine nor grieve , As other Lovers do , But such as beare a constant mind And will to me prove true , I will set as little by any she , As she by me hath done , I will love where is constancy Or else I will love none . A Willow Garland on my head , I ever mean to wear I need no pillow to my bed , I am clear void of care . A single life is without strife , And free from sighes and groanes Therefore I mean in longest night Ever to lie alone . Once I lov'd the fairest love That e're my eyes did see But she to me unconstant prov'd And set no love by me . And ever since my mind so tost I le lend no love to none , Because I have been thus much crost I le ever lie alone . A SONG . BEgon begon my Willy my Billy , Begon begon my dear , The weather is warm , T will do thee no harm , Thou canst not be lodged here . My Willy my Billy , my Hony my conny , My love my dove my dear , Oh oh , the wether is warm 'T will do thee no harm , Oh oh thou canst not be lodged here . Farewel farewel my Juggie my puggie , Farewel farewel my dear , Then will I be gone , From whence that I came , If I cannot be lodged here . My Juggie my puggie , my hony my cony , My love my dove my dear , Oh oh then will I begone From whence that I came , Oh oh if I cannot be lodged here . Return return my Willy my Billy Return my dove and my dear The wether doth change , Then seem it not strange Thou canst not be lodged here . My Willy my Billy , my hony my cony My love my dove my dear , Oh oh the wether doth change , Then seem it not strange Oh and thou shalt be lodged here . A SONG . Sweet at night shall I come to your bed fie no , You need not hazard your maidenhead why so Is not your will a law to restrain , yes yes What should make you then to refrain pish pish , Give me an answer grant my desire peace peace See see what harm it is thus to aspire cease cease . Fire unkind why flide you away hey ho Cannot my love alure you to stay no no Soon my life will end if you part tush tush , And this straite I 'le send to my heart push push , Farwel cruel thus I die hold hold , Hold me then with your reply , be bold be bold , Thus am I bold your armes to possess do do , And your lips I can do no less hun hun But my desire can linger no more alas alas , Fear not t was nothing stirrd the door t was t was , Thus by degrees I climb to aspire come come , An houre of bliss ( oh ) ner'e to be spent ha done ha done A SONG of his Mistress . MY mistriss is a Shuttle cok , Compos'd of cock and feather , Each battle doth play with her dock And bang her on the leather . One cannot suffice her fill But she rebounds to the other still , Fa la lanke down dilly . My mistress is a Tennis ball Her leather so smooth and fine , Shee 's often bang'd against the wall , And banded under line ; But he that means to win her will Must hit her in the hazard still , Fa la lanke down dilly . My mistress is a Nightingal So sweetly can she sing As fair as fine as Filomel A daughter for a King. For in the night and darkness thick She ●ongs to leane against a prick Fa la lanke down dilly . My mistress is a nettle sharp , And dangerous to finger A gallant wench and full of mettle I woose shee is a stinger , For if you do but touch her hips Ther 's no such liquor for your lips , Fa la , &c. My mistress is an Owle by night All day she keeps her bed For fear she should her beauty burn , And no man would her wed ; But be she fair or foul in sight She is as good as Hellen in the night Fa la lanke down dilly . My mistress is a moon so bright , Would God that I could win her , She loves to be sturring in the night And keep a man within her ; A man that were both prick and thornes Once a month shee 'l make him were hornes , Fa la lanke down Dilly . My mistress is a Tobaccopipe Soon burn'd and often broke , Shee carrieth fire in her brink That yieldeth forth no smoke If s●ee have not a clean skin Shee hath a rumy thing within , Fa la lanke down dilly . My mistress is a ship of warr Much shot discharged at her , Her Puppe receiveth many a scarr Oft driven by winde and water , Although she grapples at the last Shee sinks and striketh down the mast Fa la lanke down dilly . Why should I my mistress call An instrument a bable , A shuttle cock a Tenice ball A Ship of war unstabl'd Say but this and say no more Shee is a wanton and a hay ho. Fa la lanke down ●i●ly ▪ On Luce Morgan a Common-VV●ore . EPIGRAM . HEre lies black Luce that Pick-hatch drab , Who had a word for every stab , Was leacherous as any Sparrow Her Quiver ope to every arrow . Wer't long , or short , or black , or white , She would be sure to noch it right . Wer 't Lords or Knights , or Priests , or Squires , Of any sort except a Friers : A Friers shaft she lackt alone , Because England here was none . At last some Vestall fire she stole , Which never went out in her hole . And with that zealous fire being burn'd , Vnto the Romish faith she turn'd : And therein dy'd and was 't not fit , For a poor whore to dye in it , An Epitaph on a VVhore . IN this cold Monument lies one Which I knew who hath lain upon , The happier he whose sight might charm , And touch might keep King David warme . Lovely as is the dawning East , Was this Marbles frozen guest . As glorious and as bright as day . As oderiferous as May. As streight and slender as the Crest , Or Antler of the one beam'd Beast , Whome I admired as soon as I knew . And now her memory persue , With such a superstitious Lust , That I could fumble with her dust . She all perfections had , and more , Tempting , as if design'd an whore : For so she was , and some there are Whores , I could wish them all as faire . Courteous she was , and yong , and wise , And in her calling so precise ; That industry had made her prove , The sucking School-Mistress of Love. But Death , ambitious to become Her Pupil , left his gastly home : And seeing how we us'd her here , The raw-bone Raskal ravish'd her . Who pretty soul resign'd her breath , To practice Lechery with death . A mock-song . 1. OH Love , whose power and might No Creature ere withstood , Thou forcest me to write , Come turn about Robin-hood . 2. Sole Mistress of my heart , Let me thus farr presume , To make this request ; A black patch for the Rhume . 3. Grant pitty or I die , Love so my heart bewitches , With grief I houle and cry ; Oh how my Elbow Itches . 4. Teares overflow my eyes With flouds of daily weeping , That in the silent night , I cannot rest for sleeping 5. What is 't I would not doe To purchase one sweet smile ? Bid me to China goe , Faith I 'le sit still the while . 6. Oh women you will never , But think men still will flatter ; I vow I love you ever , But yet it is no matter . 7. Cupid is blind they say , But yet methinks he seeth ; He struck my heart to day , A Turd in Cupids teeth . 8. Her Tre●ses that were wrought , Much like the golden snare , My loving heart hath caught , As Mosse did catch his Mare . 9. But since that all reliefe , And comfort doe forsake me , ●'le kill my self with grief ; Nay then the Devill take me . 10 And since her grateful merits , My loving look must lack , ●'le stop my vitall spirits With Claret and with Sack. 11. Marke well my woful hap , Iove rector of the Thunder , Send down thy thunder-clap , And rend her smock in sunder . The Answer . 1. YOur Letter I receiv'd Bedect with flourishing quarters , Because you are deceiv'd , Goe hang you in your Garters . 2. My beauty which is none , Yet such as you protest , Doth make you sigh and groan : Fie , fie , you do but jest . 3. I cannot chuse but pitty Your restless mourneful teares , Because your plaints are witty , You may goe shake your eares . 4. To purchase your delight , No labour you shall leese , Your pains I will requite , ; Maid , go fetch him Bread and Cheese . 5. 'T is you I faine would see , 'T is you I daily think on ; My looks as kind shall be , As the Devills over Lincoln . 6. If ever I do tame Great Iove of lightnings flashes ; I 'le send my fiery flame , And burn thee into ashes . 7. I can by no meanes miss thee , But needs must have thee one day , I prethee come and kiss me , Whereon I sat on Sunday . In praise of his Mistrisses beauty . 1. I Have the fairest non-perel , The fairest that ever was seen , And had not Venus been in the way , She had been beauties Queen . 2. Her lovely looks , her comly grace , I will describe at large ; God Cupid put her in his books , And of this Jem took charge . 3. The Graecian Hellen was a Moore , Compar'd to my dear Saint , And fair fac'd Hyrens beauty poor , And yet she doth not paint . 4. Andromeda whom Perseus lov'd Was foule were she in sight , Her lineaments so well approv'd , In praise of her I 'le write . 5. Her haire not like the golden wire , But black as any Crow , Her browes so beetl'd all admire , Her forehead wondrous low . 6. Her squinting staring gogling eyes , Poor Children doe affright , Her nose is of the sarasens size ; Oh she 's a matchless wight . 7. Her Oven-mouth wide open stands , And teeth like rotten pease , Her Swan-like neck my heart commands , And brests all bit with Fleas . 8. Her tawny dugs like too great hills , Hang Sow-like to her wast , Her body huge like two wind-mills , And yet she 's wondrous chast . 9. Her shoulders of so large a breadth , Shee 'd make an excellent Porter And yet her belly caries most , If any man could sort her . 10. No Shoulder of Mutton like her hand , For broadness , thick and fat , With a pocky Mange upon her wrist ; Oh Iove ! how love I that ? 11. Her belly Tun-like to behold , Her bush doth all excel , The thing that by all men extol'd , Is wider then a well . 12. Her brawny buttocks plump and round , Much like a Horse of Warre , With speckled thighs , scab'd and Scarce sound ; Her knees like bakers are . 13. Her leggs are like the Elephants , The Calfe and small both one , Her anckles they together meet , And still knock bone to bone . 14. Her pretty feet not 'bove fifteens , So splay'd as never was , An excellent Usher for a man That walks the dewy grass . 15. Thus have you heard my Mistriss prais'd , And yet no flattery us'd , Pray tell me , is she not of worth ? Let her not be abus'd . 16. If any to her have a minde , He doth me woundrous wrong For as she 's Beautious so she 's Chast , And thus conclude my Song . A SONG . 1. WHen yong folkes first begin to love , And undergoe that tedious taske , It cuts and scowres throughout the powers Much like a running glass . 2. It is so full of sodain joyes Proceeding from the Heart , So many tricks , and So many toyes , And all not worth a Fart . 3. For Venus loved Vulcan , Yet she would lye with Mars , If these be honest tricks my love , Sweet love come kisse mine — 4 ▪ If that which I have writ , Be unmannerly in speech , Yet when occasion serves to shite , Will serve to wipe your breech 5. Thus kindly and in Courtesie , These few lines I have written , And now O love come kiss mine — For I am all beshitten . A Song of the Sea-men and Land-souldiers . 1. WE Sea-men are the bony-boyes , That feare no stormes nor Rocks , Whose Musick is the Cannons nose , Whose sporting is with knocks a. 2. Mars has no Children of his own , But we that fight on Land a ; Land-Souldiers Kingdomes up have blown Yet they unshaken stand a. 3. 'T is brave to see a tall Ship saile , With all her trim gear on a. As though the Devill were in her taile , She fore the wind will run a. 4. Our maine battalia when it moves , Ther 's no such glorious thing a , Where leaders like so many Ioves Abroad their thunder fling a. 5. Come let us reckon what Ships are ours , The Gorgon and the Dragon , The Lyon that in fight is bold , The Bull with bloody flag on . 6. Come let us reckon what works are ours , Forts , Bulwarks , Barricadoes , Mounts , Gabions , Parrapits , Countermurs , Casemates and Pallisadoes . 7. The Bear , the Dog , the Fox , the Kite , That stood fast on the Rover , They chas'd the Turke in a day and night , From Scandaroon to Dover . 8. Field-pieces , Muskets , Groves of Pikes , Carbines and Canoneers a , Squadrons , half Moons , with Rankes and Files ▪ And Fronts , and Vans , and Reers a. 9. A Health to brave Land-Souldiers all , Let Cans a piece goe round a , Pell-mell let 's to the Battaile fall , And lofty mu●ick sound a. A Song . MY dear and onely love take heed , How thou thy self expose , And let no longing Lovers feed , On such like looks as those , I 'le Marble wall thee round about , Being built without a door : But if my love do once break out , I 'le never love thee more . Nor let their Oaths by volleys shot , Make any breach at all ; Nor smoothness of ther language plot Away to scale the wall , Nor balls of Wilde-fire Love consume , The shrine that I adore , For if such smoak about thee fume , I 'le never love thee more . Thy wishes are as yet too strong , To suffer by surprize , and victed with my love so long , Of force the siege must rise ; And leave thee in the strength of health , And state thou wert before : But if thou prove a common-wealth I 'le never love thee more . Or if by fraud , or by consent , My heart to ruine come , I 'le ne'r sound Trumpet as I meant , Nor march by beat of Drum : But fould mine Armes like Ensignes up , Thy falshood to deplore , And after such a bitter cup , I 'le never love thee more , Then doe by thee as Nero did , When Rome was set on fire , Not onely all reliefe forbid , But to a hill retire ; And scorne to shed a teare to save Such spirits grown so poor , But laugh and sing thee to thy grave , And never love thee more . A SONG . 1. WHen Phoebus address'd his course to the West , And took up his rest below , And Cynthia agreed in a glittering weed , Her light in his stead to bestow . Travel'd alone , attended by none , Till sodainly I heard one cry ; Oh doe not , doe not kill me yet , For I am not prepared to dye . 2. With that I came nere , to see and to hear , And there did appeare a show ; The Moon was so bright , I saw such a sight , Not fit that each wight should know . A Man and a Maid together were laid , And ever she cry'd Oh fie ! Oh doe not , doe not kill me yet , For I am not prepared to dye . 3. The young man was rough , and he took up he● stuffe , And to blind man buffe he would go ; Yet still she did cry , but still she did lye , And put him but by with a no : But she was so young , and he was so strong , Which made her still to cry , Oh doe not , doe not kill me For I am not prepared to dye . 4. With that he gave o're and swore , solemnly He would kill her no more that night , He bid her adue , for little he knew , She would tempt him to more delight , But being to depart it grieved her heart , Which made her loud to cry , Oh kill me , kill me once again , For now I am prepared to dye . A SONG . I Courted a Lasse , my folly was the cause of her disdaining ; I courted her thus , what shall I sweet Dolly , doe for thy dear loves obteining ? But another had dallied with this my Dolly , that Dolly for all her faining , Had got such a Mountain above her Valley , that Dolly went home complaining . Upon my Lord Majors day , being put off by reason of the Plague . IF you 'l but here me I shall tell , A sad mischance that late befel , for which the daies of old , ●n all new Almanacks must mourn , And Babes that never must be born , shall weep to hear it told . For loe the sport of that great day , ●n which the Major hath leave to play , and with him all the town ; His Flag , and drum , and Fife releas'd , And he forbid to goe a Feasting in his Scarlet Gown , No Fife must on the Thames be seen , To fright the Major , and please the Queen , nor any wild fire tost . Though he suppose the Fleet that late , Invaded us in eighty eight , o're matcht by his Gally foist . The Pageants , and the painted cost Bestowed on them , are all quite lost , for now he must not ride : Nor shall they sheare the Players tall , Being mounted on some mighty Whale , swims with him through Cheap-si● Guild-hal now must not entertain The Major , who there would feast his brain , with white broth and with He● Nor shall the Fencers act their Piggs , Before the Hinch-boyes which are Giggs , whipt out with all the me●● Nor must he go in State to swear , As he was wont at Westminster . no Trumpets at the Hal● Their clamorous voices there would stretch , As if the Lawyers they would teach , in their own Courts to ba●● But what in sooth is pitty most , Is for their Daughters they have lost , all joyes for which they pray Which scatter palmes on their cheeks , Which they had prim'd at least three weeks before against the day And 'mongst themselves they much complain , That this Lord Major in first of reign , should do them so much wrong As to suppress by message sad , The feast for which they all have had , Their March-pane dream so long . Thus for their beauteous sakes have I , Describ'd the daies large History , 't is true although not witty Which is deny'd , for I 'de be loath , To cut my coat , above my cloath , my Subject is the City . A Song by Sir John Suckling . OUt upon it , I have lov'd , three whole daies together , And perchance might love three more , if that it hold fair weather ; Time shall melt his wing away , e're he can discover In the whole wide world again , such a constant lover . But a pox upon 't , no praise there is due at all to me , Love with me had had no stay , had it any been but she Had it any been but she , and that very very face , There had been long time e're this , a dozen dozen in her place . The answer by the same Author . SAy , but did you love so long ? in sooth I need● must blame ye ▪ Passion did your judgement wrong , and want o● Reason shame ye ▪ Truth , Times fair and witty Daughter , quickly did discover , You were a subject fit for laughter , and more fooll then Lover ▪ Yet you needs must merit praise for your constant folly ▪ Since that you lov'd three whole daies , were yo● not melancholly ? She for whom you lov'd so true , and that very very face ▪ Puts each minute such as you , a dozen dozen to disgrace Upon an old Scold . IOve lay thy Majesty aside , and wonder To hear a voice in consort with thy thunder , Whilst thine with a shrill treble neatly graces , The roaring clamour of her deep-mouth`d basis ; Yet in each point , her nimble chops run on , The lubrick touches of division , And when her kindled thoughts , her tongue inspire , Instead of words , like Etna she spits fire : So in a word , ( to her eternal fame ) Shee 'l excercise thy thunder , and thy flame ; Old Time had pull'd her teeth out , but they 'r sprung Again , more sharp and active in her tongue . ●n her Malignant Aspect doth appear , The season of the Dog-dayes all the year . With her sowre look she might convert the Sea , And all the Elements to Curds and Whea . On a deformed old Woman ( whorish ) whome one was pleased to call the Phoenix . ARt thou the Phoenix ? I could rather swear , Thou art Callisto , chang'd into a Bear ; Or else thou then transformed but in part , And so laid by , halfe Bear , halfe Woman art , Or art thou Io , whome adulterate Iove , Long since , when thou wett beautiful did love : And jealous Iuno for thy crime hath now Chang'd thee into a foule mishapen Cow ; But thou the badge of thy disgrace now scornes And makes thy harmless Husband wear th● horne● He that can call thee Phoenix from his heart , Must needs be such another as thou art . Or he to sacred beauty had a spite , ( Like those that use to paint the Devil white ) And calling thee the Phoenix hath out-gone , All that revenge could e're think upon ; He had more truly spoke , and might with less Despight have call'd the Devil his Holiness . Should but thy picture be expos'd to sight , And under it the name of Phoenix write ; woo● They that ner'e knew what meant the Phoenix Straight swear by it , the Devil was understood . A Gentleman on his being trim'd by a Cobler . MY haire grown rude , and Gally's bridg● broke dow● Which dam'd my passage to Carmarthen Town Trim'd was I , I am sure , but by what Monster , If I describe him , you will hardly Conster : 'T is one whose foot is in the stirrup still Yet never rides , waxes each hour more ill Yet never mends ; can make a bad soul better , Yet no Divine , nor scarce doth know a letter . He 's alwaies sowing , yet ne'r useth needle , Put , folkes i' th stocks , yet is no beggars beadle fee. Mens legs he stretcheth often on a tree , Yet free from th' Gallows , and the Hangmans Let a Consumption some to skellitons wast , He will be sure to ease'um at the last , And yet is no Physitian , he 's still knocking , Yet breaks no peace , nor need his doors unlocking He alwaies sits , yet Table wants , and Carpet , ●ut looks like a scab'd Sheep , tane from a Tarpit . ●his lovely gallant , with his well pitcht thumbe , ●nd Leather apron on , my hide did-thrumb ; ●nd par'd my face , 't were worth the sight to have bin ●o see his oilely joynts about my chin . ●armarthen Barbers be not quite dismayed , ●hough Kit the Cobler undertake your trade ; ●Twas only done that his best friends might feel , ●ow perfect he is made from head to Heel . On Jack wiseman . ●Ack Wiseman brags his very name Proclaimes his wit , he 's much to blame , ●o do the Proverb so much wrong , ●hich saies he 's wise that holds his tongue ; ●hich makes me contradict the Schooles , ●nd apt to think the wise men fooles . Yet pardon Iack , I hear that now Thou' rt wed , and must thy wit allow , That by a strange aenigma can , Make a light Woman a Wiseman . Love blind , a Song . 1. LOve blind ? who saies so ? 't is a lye , I 'le not believe it , no not I ; If Love be blind how can he then Discerne to hit the hearts of men ? Yet pause a while it may be true , Or else hee 'd wound the womens too . 2. The Females only Scape ? nay then , The lad has got his eyes agen ; And yet methinks 't is strange that he should strike at randome thus , and see ; I' th' guiding still to fix his dart , And leave untoucht the stubborne heart . 3 , Love blind ? how can his darts surprize Our hearts then , piercing through our eyes ? Unless by secret power guided , Least he by us should be derided , It be the little Archers minde , To make us all as he is , blinde . The Anglers Song . ●'Th ' non-age of the Morn we got up , If plots had tane all night , w 'had sate up : How e're before the Sun took Coach , We were with Bream , and Pike , and Roach : ●ut if you 'd know how we thus earely ●ddrest to th'field , I 'le tell you squarely . Th' Alarum of a Watch ingages , ●nd doth provoke our stout courages : ●or that at houre of three wo'nt dally , ●o up we rose , and forth we sally . ●f Fish we mean a flat massacre , ●nd so we march o're many an Acre . ●nd that you mayn't our deeds misconster , ●ray wot you well , there is a monster ; Who with tyrannick power doth seize on , As greedy morttals feed on Peason ) Th' oppressed frie , he 's hight the Pike , Who often times doth lurke in Dyke . So on we go , and much we brag , ●hough each behind his fellow lag . ●s home we came , that in our dish What Proverb saith ( as mute as Fish ) You might have throwne : but this rare story , ●'le not so rudely lay before ye . But at preceeding points wee 'l touch , Though you perhaps will think to much ; But those I am resolv'd to give ye , Though I 'm voluminous as Livie . Of Dew there was a gallant draught , Which when the sun arose he quaft : But'cause he did not rise so soon , I' th' interim we had wet our shoon . When we came neer the place call'd Breach pond ( I wish that it had been in Duch-lond ) And that our fancies 'gan to gallop , A thick blue mist did us invellop : Which caus'd us to commit an error , But yet we march on without fear or Wit , untill that we arrive us , There where our fishing fate did drive us . But there we met with an ill Omen , For at the pond side there were some men ; Which were so bold as to cry pish , As Proverb saies , hee 'l catch no fish That swears ; which they did stoutly , As they did about the pond lye . These men some bottles of Canary , To keep the Mists and Damps did carry ; Although we did not ken a wight , Yet lovingly they us invite , That of there Sack wee 'd take a dish , Which was not brought to Fox the fish . We left them and betook our selves , With bates to Court the watry Elves ; There we did practise Arts most quaint , But rogish Fish they were so do daintty , that they would not bite , But all our pretious morsels slight ; Though divers of them cost much money , ( Amongst the rest was Loaf and Honey . ) We count the cost to ten pence sterling , All which into the pond we hurl in . The Proverb here should be inserted , But I am loath't should be inverted : Do what I can it needs will out , Lose a Fly , and catch a Trout . How e're this adage goes , we are far , From losing of a Hog for Tarre . So that 's on our side still I see , One Proverb that 's our , Enemy . For as we did our business handle , Our sport it was not worth the Candle . But to returne , the wind did bluster , So we came home all in cluster . Our heads hung down , our hands in pocket , And all our patience burn't to th' socket : Only by the way we tride our skill , But the same Planet govern'd still That rul'd i' th morne : so home we hide us , And blame those Planets which that day had spi'd us , W th blinking aspects , grurching our good fortune Though we most zealously did them importune . And the next day new sorrow administred , For all our feet were with our travell blistered . A SONG . 1. SHe lay all naked in her bed , And I my self lay by ; No Vail but Curtaines about her spread . No covering but I. Her head upon her shoulders seeks , To hang in careless wise , All full of blushes was her cheeks , And of wishes were her eyes . 2. The blood still fresh into her face , As on a message came , To say that in another place , It meant a nother game . Her cherry lips , moist , plump and faire , Millions of Kisses crown , Which ripe and uncropt dangled there , And weigh the branches down . 3. Her Breasts that swell'd so plump and high . Bred pleasant pain in me , For all the world I do defie , The like felicity . Her thighs and belly soft and faire , To me were only shewn , To have seen such meat , and not to have eat , Would have angred any stone . 4. Her knees lay upward gently bent , And all lay hollow under , As if on easie termes they ment , To fall unforc't asunder . Just so the Cyprian Queen did lye , Expecting in her bower ; When too long stay , had kept the boy , Beyond his promised houre . 5. Dull clown , quoth she , why dost delay Such proffered bless to take ? Canst thou find out no other way Similitude to make ? Mad with delight I thundering , Threw my Armes about her , But pox upon 't 't was but a dream , And so I lay without her . An answer , being a dreamed . 1. SHe lay up to the Navel bare , As was a willing Lover , Expecting between hope and fear , When I would come and cover . Her hand beneath my waste-band slips , To grope in busie wise , Which caused a trembling in her lips , And a shivering in her eyes . 2. The blood out of her face did goe , As it on service went , To second what was gone before , When all its strength was spent . Her Cheeks and lips as Coral redd , Like Roses were full blown : Which fading streight , the leaves were spread , And so the — comes down . 3. Her breasts that then both panting were , Such comfort wrought between us , That all the world I dare to swear , Would envy to have seen us . Her belly and its provinder , For me was kept in store ; Such news to hear , and not to have share , Would have made a man a Whore. 4. Her legs were girt about my waste , My hand under her Crupper , As who should say now break your face , And come again to supper . Even as the God of Warre did knock , As any other man will , For hast of work , till twelve a Clock , Kept Vulcan at his Anvil . 5. Mad wag , quoth she , why dost thou make Such hast thy self to reare ? Canst thou not know that for thy sake , The Fair lasts all the year ? Quiet and calme as are loves streames , I threw my self about her , But a pox upon true jests and dreames , I had better have laine without her . A SONG . 1. FUll forty times over , I have strived to win , Full forty times over neglected have been , But it 's forty to one , but I 'le tempt her again : For he 's a dull lover , That so will give over , Seeing thus runs the sport , Seeing thus runs the sport , And assault her but often you 'l carry the fort , Seeing thus runs the sport , And assault her but often you 'l carry the fort . 2. Ther 's a breach ready made , which still open hath bin , And thousands of thoughts to betray it within , If you once come to storme her , you 're sure to get in . Then stand not off coldly , But venter on boldly , With weapon in hand , With weapon in hand , If you do but aproach her , she 's not able to stand , With weapon in hand . If you charge her but home she 's not able to stand . 3. Some Ladies when down them before you do sit , Will strive to repulse you with fire-balls of wit , But alas they 'r but Crackers and seldome do hit ; Then vanquish them after , With Alarums of laughter , Their forces being broke , Their forces being broke , And the fire quite past , you may vanquish the smoak , Their forces being broke , And the fire quite past , you may vanquish the smoak . 4. With pride and with state some outworks we make , And with volleys of frownes drive the enemy back , If you mind them discreetly they are easie to take , Then to it , nere fear them , But boldly come neer them , By working about , By working about , If you once but approach , they can nere hold it out , By working about , If you once but approach , they can nere hold it out , 5. Some Ladies with blushes and modesty fight , And with their own fear , the rude foe doth affright But they 'r easie surpriz'd , if you come in the night Then thus you must drive it , To parley in private , And the'yr overthrown , If you promise them so fairly , they 'l soon be your your own ▪ And the'yr overthrown . If you promise them so fairly , they 'l soon be your own ▪ A SONG . WEe 'l go no more to Tunbridge wells , The journey is too farr , Nor ride in Epsome Wagon where Where our bodies jumbled are . But we will all to the West-wood waters goe , The best that ere you saw , And we will have them hence forth call'd The Kentish new found spaw . Then go Lords and Ladies what e're you aile , Go thither all that pleases , For it will cure you without all fail , Of old and new diseases . ●f you would know how it as out found ; The truth I cannot tell , ●ome say it was by Docter Trig , and so became a Well . Others affirme his patient , Which did much pain indure , Went thither and washt a festered sore , And had a perfect cure . Then go , &c. Thither all the Countrey people flock , By day and eke by night , And for to fill their bottles full , They scramble , scratch and fight . But when the Gentry thither come ▪ And others of good fashion , There is is presented unto them , A fine accommodation , Then go &c. Ioans hole was the first was dig'd , My Ladies was next after , When you are there you 'l hardly taste ▪ which is the better water . For it is so that my Laidies hole , Is digged so neer to Ioane , That and if the people be too rude , They will break both holes into one , Then go &c. Ladies there you may your bodyes cleanse , By stoole and Urine too , 'T will make you have a stomack too 't , Whether you wil or no. There you may skip behind a bush , A fitting place to finde , 'T will make you ope and shut your purse , Before and eke behinde , Then go &c , If I should tell you it would cure , Each malady and grief , Perhaps you would be like other men , Or people past beliefe . Therefore I pray will you think it fit , Go thither all and try , And when you have approv'd of it , You 'l say as much as I. Then go &c. Of banishing the Ladies out of Town . 1. A Story strange I will unfold , Then which a sadder ne're was told , How the Ladies were from London sent , With mickle woe and discontent . 2. ● heart of Marble would have bled , To see this rout of white and red , Both Yorke and Lancaster must fly , With all their painted Monarchy . 3. Those faces which men so much prize , In Mrs. Gibbs her Liveries , Must leave their false and borrowed hue , And put on greif that 's onely true . 4. Those pretty patches long and round , Which covered all that was not sound ; Must be forgotten at the Farmes , As useless and suspitious charmes . 5. Now we must leave all our designes , That were contriv'd within the Lines ; Communication is deny'd , If to our Husbands we be tryed , 6. And here 's the misery alone , We must have nothing but our own ; Oh give us Liberty and we VVill never aske propriety . 7. Alas how can a kiss be sent , From Rocky Cornwall into Kent ? Or how can Sussex stretch an arme , To keep a Northern servant warme ? 8. Oh London ! Centre of all Mirth , Th' Epitome of English Earth ; All Provinces are in the streets , And Warwick-shire with Essex meets , 9. Then farwel Queen-street , and the Fields , And Garden that such pleasure yeilds , Oh who would such faire Lodgings change To nestle in a plunder'd grange . 10. Farewell good places old and new , And Oxford Kates once more adieu ; But it goes unto our very hearts , To leave the Cheese-cakes and the Tarts . 11. Farewell Bridge-foot and Bear thereby , And those bald-pates that stand so high , VVe wish it from our very soules , That other heads were on those powles . 12. But whether hands of Parliament , Or of Husbands we 're content , Since all alike such Traitors be , both against us and Monarchy . A SONG . 1. LAy that sulley Garland by thee , Keep it for the Elyzian shades ; Take my Wreathes of lusty Ivy , Not of that faint mirtle made . When I see thy soule descending , To that cool and sterrill plaine Of fond fooles , the Lake attending , You shall weare this wreath again , Then drink wine , and know the odds , 'Twixt that Lethe , 'twixt that Lethe , Twixt that Lethe , and the Gods 2. ●ouse thy dull and drowsie spirits , ● Behold the soule reviving streams , ●hat stupid Lovers brains inherits ; ●ought but dull and empty dreams . Think not those dismall trances , With our raptures can contend : The lad that laughs , and sings , and dances , May come sooner to his end . Sadness may some pitty move , Mirth and Courage vanquish Love. 3. Fye then on that cloudy fore-head Ope those vainly crossed armes , you may as well call back the buried , As raise Love by such dull charmes . Sacrifice a Glass of Claret , To each letter of her name , Gods themselves descend for it , Mortals must do more the same . If she come not in that flood , Sleep will come , and that 's as good . An Answer . 1. CAst that Ivy Garland from thee , Leave it for some ruder blade , Venus Wreathes will best become me , Not of blazing Bacchus made . When my high flown soule ascended , To Loves bright and warmer sphear ; Whilst with Chaplets I 'me attended , Then an Ivy bush shall weare . Sober Lovers some may prove , Mortals tipple , mortals tipple , Gods doe love . 2. Welcome merry melancholly , Fancying beauties quickning beames , Boone Companions will though jolly , Shrink in over wetting streames . Think not that these ranting humors , May with modesty contend ; Lesser love toyes often doe more , When they come unto their end . Purenesse may some pitty move , Sober carriage charme a Love. 3. Offer up a yoke of kisses , To the Lady you adore , Iove for such a bliss as this is , Would come down as heretofore . If this way she can't be had , Drinking comes , and that 's as bad . A SONG . 1. NO mans love firy passions can approve , As either yeilding pleasure & promotion , I like of milde and luke-warme zeale in Love , Although I do not like it in devotion . 2. For it hath no choherence in my Creed , To think that Lovers do as they pretend ; If all that say they dye , had died indeed , Sure long e're this , the world had had an end ▪ 3. Besides we need not love unless we please , No destiny can force mans disposition ; And how can any dye of that disease , Whereof himself may be his own Physitian ▪ 4. Some one perhaps with long Consumption dry'd And after falling into love may dye , But I dare pawn my life , he nere had died , Had he been half so sound at heart as I. 5. Another rather then incur the slander , O● true Apostate , will false Martyr prove ; But I am neither Orpheus nor Leander , He neither hang nor drown my self for love . 6. Yet I have been a Lover by report , And died for Love , as many others do , But thanks to Iove , is was in such a sort , That I reviv'd within an hour or two . 7. Thus have I liv'd , thus have I lov'd till now . And know no reason to repent me yet , And whosoever otherwise shall do , His courage is as little as his wit. A SONG . 1. DEare Castodoris let me rise , Aurora 'gins to jeer me , And say that I do wantonize , I prethee sweet lye neer me . 2. Let Red Aurora blush my deare , And Phoebus laughing follow , Thou only art Aurora here , Let me be thine Apollo . 3. It is to envy at thy bliss , That they do rise before us , Is there such hurt in this , or this , Nay , aye , why Castadoris . 4. What Arabella can one night Of wanton dalliance try you ? I could be ever , if I might , One hour let me desire you . 5. Nay fie , you hurt me , let me go , If you so roughly use me , What can I say , or think of you ? I prethee sweet excuse me . 6. Thy Beauty and thy Love defend , I should ungently move thee 'T is blisses sweet that I intend , It is not I that love thee ? 7. I do confess it is but then , Since you do so importune ; That I should once lie down agen , Vouchsafe to draw the Cur●aine ▪ 8. Aurora and Apollo too , May visit silent fields ; By our consent , they nere shall know , What bliss our pleasure yeilds . A North Countrey Song . 1. WHen I'se came first to London Town , I wor a Novice as other men are ; I thought the King had liv'd at the Crown , And the way to'l Heaven had been through the Starre . 2. I se set up my Horse , and Ise went to Pouls , Good Lord quo I , what a Kirk been here . Then Ise did sweare by all Kerson souls , It wor a mile long , or very near . 3. It wor as high as any Hill , A Hill , quo I , nay as a Mountaine , Then went Ise up with a very good will , But glad wor I to come down again . 4. For as I went up my head roe round , Then be it known to all Kerson people , A man is no little way fro the ground , When he 's o' th top of all Poles steeple 5. I se lay down my hot , and Ise went to pray , But wor not this a most pitious case , Afore I had don it wor stolen away , who 'd have thought theevs had been in that place ? 6. Now for my Hot Ise made great moan , A stander by unto me said , Thou didst not observe the Scripture aright , For thou mun a watcht , as well as a pray'd 7. Forth thence Ise went and I saw my Lord Major , Good lack what a sight was there to see , My Lord and his Horse were both of a haire , I could not tell which the Mare should be . 8. From thence to Westminster , I went , Where many a brave Lawyer I did see , Some of them had a bad intent , For there my purss was stolne from me . 9. To see the Tombes was my desire , I went with many brave fellowes store , I gave them a penny that was their hire , And he 's but a fool that will give any more . 10. Then through the roomes the fellow me led , Where all the sights were to be seen , And snuffling told me through the nose , What formerly the name of those had been , 11. Here lyes , quoth he , Henry the third ▪ Thou ly'st like a knave , he saies never a word , And here lies Richard the second inter'd , And here 's stands good King Edwards Sword. 12. Under this Chair lyes Iacobs stone , The very same stone lyes under the Chaire , A very good jest had Iacob but one , How got he so many Sons without a paire ? 13. I staid not there , but down with the tide I made great hast , and I went my way ; For I was to see the Lions beside , And the Parris-garden all in a day . 14. When Ise came there , I was in a rage , I rayl'd on him that kept the Beares , Instead of a Stake was suffered a Stage , And in Hunkes his house a crue of Players . 15. Then through the Brigg to the Tower Ise went ▪ With much adoe Ise entred in , And after a peny that I had spent , One with a loud voice did thus begin . 16. This Lion's the Kings , and that is the Queens , And this is the Princes that stands hereby , With that I went neer to look in the Den. Cods body , quoth he , why come you so nigh . 17. I se made great hast unto my Inne , I supt and I went to bed betimes Ise slept , and Ise dream't what I had seen , And wak't again by Cheapside Chimes Several complexions . SHall I woe thee lovely Molly , She is fair , fat , fine and Jolly , ●t she hath a trick of folly ; ●herefore I le have none of Molly , ●o no no , no no no , I 'le have none of Molly , ●o no no no no. ●hat say you to pritty Betty , ●ave you seen a Lass more pretty , ●ut her browes are alwaies swetty ; ●herefore I 'le have none of Betty , no no. When I wooed the lovely Dolly , ●hen she streight growes melancholly , ● that wench is pestilent holy ●herefore I 'le have none of Dolly , no no. When I kist my lovely Franckey , ●he makes curchie and saies I thankey , But her breath is to to rankey , Therefore I 'le none of Frankey , no no. ● commend brave minded Barby , Shee 'l stand me strike or stabby , But her wrists are alwaies Scabby , Therefore I will have none of Barby , no no. What say you to pretty Benny , She thinks good silver is her penny , For want of use she is senny , Therefore I will have none of Benny , no no. I could fancy pritty Nanny , But she has the love of many , And her self will not love any , Therefore I will have none of Nanny , no no. In a flax house I saw Rachel , As she her flax and tow did hachel , But her cheeks hunge like a Sachel , Therefore I 'le have none of Rachel , no no. When I met with lovely Nally , I was bold with her to dally , She lay down ere I said shally , Therefore I 'l have none of Nally , no no. O the Cherry lippes of Nelly They are smooth soft sweet as jelly But she has too big a belly Therefor I 'le have none of Nelly , no no. Shall I court the lovely Siby For she can finely dance the fy by But her tongue is to to clyby Therefore I 'le have none of Siby , no no , The careless Commander . SIng care away let us be glad , The King is willing we should dance ●e is not disloyal that will be sad , Or vext with fickel Chance , Boyes . ●et others sit at home and muse About some state and policy , Or haunt a broad for forraigne news ; It shall never trouble me , Boyes . What newes from Hollonds late arrived , What is the state of Iermany ; What of the conclaves are contrived , It shall never trouble me , Boyes . ●heard of the King of Swedlands death , But how he died I did not see ; ●nd how Portingall was bereft of breath That never troubled me , Boyes . When life had given the Palsgrave over , I knew it was a thing should be , ●nd that Lady Bessy should land at dover , That never troubled me , Boyes , Now where are all the summs were lent Now the last Royal subsitty ; When we shall have a Parliament , It shall never trouble me , Boyes . And how our City wives do love To feed upon variety ; When Maids of honour mothers prove , It shall never trouble me , Boyes . What Country man was George of green Or when the Knight of the Sun shall be ; Married to the Fary Queen , It shall never trouble me , Boyes . Who shall be foole when Archos dead , Or who Lord Mayor in 53 I were a foole it should be said , That that should trouble me , Boyes . My prayers shall be long live the King , He 's willing we should merry be ; As long as I can freely sing There 's nothing troubles me , Boyes . Sometimes 't is money that I lack , To pay my little doccious fee ; And to steepe my Careless braines in Sack , That only troubles me , Boyes . A SONG . YOu talke of old England but I do believe , Old England's grown new , & doth us deceive ●'le ask you a question , or two by your leave . And is not Old England grown new . Where are the brave Souldiers with wounds and , with scarres That never made swearing nor drinking , their warres Nor never shed blood in mad drunken jarres And is not &c. Where are the old Swords the bills and the bowes , The Targets & bucklers that never fear'd blowes , Thei 'r turned to stilettoas and other vain showes . And is not &c. New Captains are come which never did fight , But with pott in the day and punke in the Night , And all their care is to keep their Swords bright . And is not &c. Where is the brave Courtier which now he derides , With forty men blewcoates and footmen besides ●heir turn'd to six horses & six good Cow-hides . And is not &c. They have new fashion'd beards and new fas●●●on'd loc● And new fashion'd hats for new pated blocks , And more new diseases besides the French po● And is not &c. The Gallants and Taylors are half years togeth●● To fit a new suite to a new Cap and feather , And whether to make it of Cloath , Silke , or Le● the And is not &c. New tricking , new triming new measures , ne● pac● New heads for our men , for women new faces And twenty new tricks to mend thir bad cases . And is not &c. New tricks in the Law , new Leases new holds , New bodies we have , we hope for new soules , When our money 's laid out for the building● Poule● And is not &c. Where are the brave Clergy the true Churc● profe● And one only doctrine did ever protest , And hated th'Idolotry of the Papest . And is not &c. Indeed there are some that take a good course , Others there be that drink , whore and curse , And many Arminians are those that be worse . And is not , &c. Le ts say no more now of old England , New England is where old England did stand , New furnisht , new traded , new women'd new man'd And is not , &c. A SONG . THeir was a Joviall Pedler , And he cried Cony-skins And on his back he bore a pack Wherein was points and pinns , Lases and brases and many pretty things . Hay down hey down . Hay down down hey dery dery down . This Pedler never lines , ●ut still he cries so merry merrily , Maides have you any Cony-skins ●here were two Ioviall Sisters , ●hat in one house did dwell ; ●he one was called bony Kate , ●he other bouncing Nell : ●nd these two fair maides ●ad Cony-skines to sell , hay down . Kate pul'd forth her Cony-skines , From underneath the staires , T was as black as any gett , And never a Silver hair ; The Pedler would have fingered it , Rather then his eares , hay down . Nell pull'd forth her Cony-skine Clean of another hue , But t was as good as good may be And that the Pedler knew , The saucy Jack threw down his pack And forth his ware he drew ; Hay down . The Pedler he took up his pack And gan to go his way , The maidens called him back again Desiring him to stay , For they would show him Cony-skines A white one and a gray , hay down . I pray you fair maids To take no further care , For when that I come back again I 'le give you ware for ware , But you have all at this time That now I can well spare , hay down . ●'re forty weeks were gon and past , ●he maides began to say What 's come of this Pedler That used here every day , ●fear he hath beguiled us ●nd run another way , hay down . ●ut now these faire maides ●heir bellies began to swell , ●nd where to find the Pedler ●lack they could not tell ; Then they wish't that all fair maides No more Coney-skines would sell , hay down . Cuckolds all arow . NOt long agoe as all along I lay upon my bed Twixt sleeping and waking a toy came in my head Which caused me in mind to be my meaning for to show My skill and wit and then I writ , Cuckolds all arow . My thought I heard a man and 's wife as they together lay Being quite void of fear or strife , she thus to hi● did say Quoth she sweet heart if thou wilt sport my lo●● to thee I 'le sho● A pritty thing shall make thee sing , Cuckolds &c. Pease wife quoth he to her again I am shure tho● dost but jest Although I am cornuted plain , I am no comm●● bea●● Yet every womans like to thee for ought that 〈◊〉 do know And every man is like to me , Cuckolds all arow . Ther 's never a Lord nor Gentleman , nor Citisen nor Clown ▪ That lives within the City walls or in the Countrey Tow● But they may carry abroad with them hornesan● nere them blo●● For Galants are like other men , Cuckolds all aerow● The Country prating Lawyer that gets the Dive● and al● And pleadeth every Terme time within Westminster Hal● May have his wife in the Country for ought tha● I do know May let his Cliants have a fee , Cuckolds all arow , The traidsmen of the City now that sells by waite and measure , Perhaps may weare a horn'd brow for profit or for pleasure , Whilst they do sell their wares begin that bears , so brave a show , Their wives may play at in & in , Cuckolds all arow . The Parson of the parish I hope shall not go free Whilst he is in his study another man may be , A handling of his wife perhaps and do the thing you know And make him weare his corner cap , Cuckolds &c. If any one offended be and think I do them wrong In nameing of a Cuckold , in this my merry Song , Let him subscribe his name to me and eke his dwelling show , And he & I shall soon agree like Cuckolds all arow The long Vacation . NOw Town-wit saith to witty freind , Transcribe dear Rogue what thou hast pen'd For I one journey hold it fit , To cry thee up , to Countrey wit , Our Mules are come , desolve the Club , The word till Terme is , rub , oh rub ! Now gamesters poor , in Cloak of stammel , Mounted on Steed as slow as Cammel ; Bottom of Crab in luckless hand , Which serves for Bilboe and for Wand , Early int h ' morn doth sneak from Town , Lest Kit for rent should cease on Crown . One single Crown which he doth keep , When day is done to pray for sleep : For he on Journey nought doth eate , Host spies him come , cries Sir what meat ? He calles for Rome and down he lies , Quoth Host no supper : he cries , A pox on supper fling on Rug , I 'me sick , d' ee heare , yet bring a Jugg , Now Damsel yong that dwells in Cheap , For very joy begins to leap : Her Elbow small she often doth rub , Tickl'd with hope of sully bub . For Mother old that doth maintaine , Gold on thumb , Key on Silver chaine : In Snow white clout , wraps nook of Pie , Fat Capons rump , and Rabbits thigh ; And saith to Hackney Coachman go , There 's shillings six , say I or no : Whether quoth he ? quoth she thy teame Must drive to place where groweth Cream . But Husband Gray : now comes to stall , And for notcht Prentice he doth , call : Where 's Dame quoth he , quoth Son of Shop , She is gone her cake in milk to sop . Oh oh to Islington , enough : Call Tom my Son , and our dog Ruffe , For there in pond through mire and muck , Wee 'l cry hey Duck , hey Ruffe , hey Duck. Now bawd by mortifing paunch , ' Bates two stone weight on either haunch ; On Bran and Liver she must dine , 'Cause no man comes to solace Chine : For Bisket stald to fodder gut ▪ Makes lye on back the craving slut . The needy whore bids roaring swash , That pines ( in whiskers long ) fetch Cash , Ther 's Gown , quoth she : and Martha's smock , And coat that covered Andrew's nock : Speak Broaker faire , and tell him , that The next Termes tribute makes us fat . Now man of warr that wanteth food , Growes Colerick , and sweareth , ' Sbloud He sendeth note to man of kin , But man leaves word , I am not within . He meets int h ' street with freind call'd Will , And cries , you Rogue , what living still ? But ere that street they quite have past , He softly askes , what Money hast ? Quoth freind a Crown : ' S'heart Thou beast no more ? sweet lend me part . Now London Major in Saddle new , Rides into faire of Bartholmew : He twirles his Chain , and looketh big , As he would fright the head of Pig : Which gaping lies on greasy stall , Till female with huge belly call . Now Alderman in Field doth stand , With foot on trig , and quaite in hand . I 'me seaven quoth he , the game is up , Nothing I pay , and yet I sup . To Alderman , quoth neighbours then , I lost but Mutton , play'd for Hen ; But wealthy blade cryes out , at rate Of King thou ld'st play , let 's goe , 't is late . Now Levite that neer Bride-well dock , In old blind nook feeds silly flock : With common course , though spiritual , Fit food for blade that works on stall : These all with solemn Oath agree , To meet in Fields of Finsbury , With loynes in Canvas , Bow-case ty'd , Where Arrowes stick with mickle pride ; With hat pin'd up , and Bow in hand , All day so fiercely there they stand , Like Ghosts of Adam , Bell and Clim , Sol sets for fear they 'l shoot at him . Now Vaulter good , and Dauncing lass On Roap : and man that cries hey toss , And tumbler young that needs but stoop , Lay head to heel , and creep through hoop ; And man that doth in Chest include , Old Sodom and Gomora lewd ; And shews those drabs the sisters two , That Lot debauch'd , then made him doe ; And Man that while the Puppets play , Through nose expoundeth what they say : And Ape led Captive still in chaine , Till he renounce the Pope and Spain . And white Oate eater that doth dwell , In stable small , at sign of Bell. That lifts up hoof to shew the pranks , Taught by Magician styled Bankes . These all on hoof now trudge from town , To cheat poor turnup-eating Clown . Now spinne Ralph and Gregory small , And short hair'd Stephen , and white fac't Paul ; Whose times are out , Indentures torne , That full seaven years taught them not scorn To feth up Coales for maid to use , Wipe Mistress and children shoo 's ; Hire meager Steeds to ride and see Their Parents good : who dwell as neer As place cal'd Peake in Derby-shire ; There they alight , old Croanes are mild , Each weeps on Crag of pretty Child : They portions give , Trades up to set , That babes may live , serve God and cheat . Now Kit that trusts with weary thighs , Seeks Garret where small Poet lies : He comes to room , findes Garret shut , Then not with knuckle but with foot He roundly knocks : would enter door , The Poet sleeps not , but doth snore . Kit chafes like beast of Libia then , Sweares he 'l not come nor send agen . With little lump trianguler , Straight Poet sighs are heard a farr . Quoth he , can't noble numbers choose , But walk on foot that have no shooes ? Then doth he wish with fervent breath , As 't were his last request ere death . Each ow'd a Bond , each Madrigall , A Lease from Haberdashers Hall : Or else that he deriv'd had been , From Cod of King and nock of Queen , For wight enthroned cares , not an Ace For Wood-street freind , that Weeldech Mace. Kings pay no scores but when they list , And treasure still hath cramp in fist . Now wight that acts on stage of Bull , In Scullers barke doth lye at Hull : Which he for pennies two doth rig , All day on Thames to bob for Grig ; Whilst Fencer poor doth by him stand , In old dung Liter hook in hand . Between knees rod : with Canvas crib To girdle tyed , fast under rib ; Where wormes abide , that little Fish , Betray at night to Earthen dish . ●eer house of Lane by Temple Bar , Now man of Mace cares not how far . In s●ockings blew ) he marcheth on , ●ith Velvet Cape his Cloak upon , ●n Girdle scroule , where name of summe , ●s written down , which he with thumb , ●n shoulder left , must safe Convey , ● wing sad wight , with name of Roy. ●oore Prisoners freind that sees the touch , Cryes out , by God I thought as much . Now Poet small to Globe doth run ●nd vows to Heaven four acts are done , Finis to bring he doth protest : ●ells each aside his part is best : And all to get as Poets use , Minerall in pouch to comfort Muse : But stay , my frighted Muse is fled , My self through fear crept under bed ; For just as pen would scribble more , Fierce City Dun did rap at door . A SONG . 1. POx take you Mistris I 'le be gone , I have freinds to wait upon ; Think you I 'le my self confine , To your humours ( Lady mine . ) No , your louring seems to say : 'T is a rainy drinking day , To the Taverne I 'le away . 2. There have I a Mistress got , Cloystered in a Pottle pot : Brisk and sprightly as thine Eye , When thy richest glances fly , Plump AND bounding lively faire , Bucksome , soft and debonaire : And she 's call'd Sack my DEARE . 3. Sack 's my better Mistriss farr , Sack my onely beauty starre ; Whose rich beames , and glorious raie ; Twinkle in each red rose and face : ●hould I all her vertues show , Thou thy self wouldst love-sick prove , AND shee 'd prove thy Mistress TOO , 4. She with no dartscorne will blast me , But upon thy Bed can cast me ; Yet nere blush her self too red , Nor fear of loss of Maiden-head : And she can ( the truth to say ) Spirits into me convey , MORE then thou canst take AWAY . 5. Getting kisses here 's no toyle Here 's no Handkerchif to spoile ; Yet I better Nectar sip , Then dwel upon thy lip : And though mute and still she be , Quicker wit she brings to me , THEN e're I could finde in THEE . 6. ●f I go nere think to see , Any more a foole of me ; ●'le no liberty up give , Nor a Maudlin-like Love live . No , there 's nought shall win me to 't T is not all thy smiles can do 't , Nor my Maiden head - to BOOT . 7. Yet if thou 'lt but take the paine ; TO be good but once againe . If one smile then call me back , THOU shalt be that Lady Sack , Faith but try and thou shalt see , What a loving Soule I 'le be , WHEN I am Drunk with nought but thee . The Answer . 1. I Pray thee Drunkard get thee gone , Thy Mistresse Sack doth smell too strong : Think you I intend to wed , A sloven to be-piss my bed ? No , your staining mee 's to say , You have been drinking all this day , Goe , begon , away away . 2. Where you have your Mistress Sack , Which hath already spoil'd your back , And methinks should be to hot , To be cloystered in a pot . Though you say she is so faire , So lovely and so debonair , She is but of a yellow haire . 3. ●ack's awhore which burnes like fire , ●ack consumes and is a dryer ; And her waies do onely tend To bring men unto their end . ●hould I all her vices tell , Her rovings and her swearings fell , ●hou wouldst dam her into Hell. 4. ●ack with no durt scornes will blast thee , ●ut upon thy Bed still cast thee : ●nd by that impudence doth show , ●hat no vertue she doth know : ●or she will , the truth to say , ●hy body in an hour decay , More then I can in a day . 5. ●hough for kisses there 's no toyle , ●et your body She doth spoile : ●●pping Nectar whilst you sit , ●he doth quite besot your wit : ●hough she is mute shee 'l make you loud : ●rawl and fight in every crowd , ●hen your reason she doth clould . 6. Nor do thou ever look to see , Any more a smile from me , I 'le no liberty , nor signe , Which I truely may call mine . No , no slight shall win me to 't , 'T is not all thy parts can do 't , Thy Person nor thy Land to boot . 7. Yet if thou wilt take the paine , To be Sober once again , And but make much of my back , I will be in stead of Sack. Faith but try , and thou shalt see , What a loving Soul I 'le be , When thou art drunk with nought but me . I Had a Love and she was chast , Ala●k the more 's the pity , But wot you how my Love was chast , She was chast quite through the City Upon a Priest that lyes buried in Wells . A Priest there was of Wellis , Where was tinkled a great many Bellies , And in concordance , He plaid well on the Organce : And he was an excellent singer , And in the world not such a ringer . A SONG . WHen Vertue was a Countrey maid , And had no skill to ●et up trade , Was brought to Town by a Carriers jade , That stood at rack and manger : She took her Whiffe , she drank her Can , The Pipe was nere out of her span , She married a Tobacco man , A stranger . She set up a Shop in Honey lane , Whereto the flies did flock amaine , Some flew from France and some from Spaine , Brought by the English Pander . But when the Honey pot grew dry , And Winter came , the Flies must dye : Her Husband he was forst to flie From Flanders . A Scholers answer to one that sent to borrow his Horse . RIght Worshipfull Frank , I humbly thee thank , For the kindness received of late , Ingratitutde sure I cannot indure , 'T is a vice that I utterly hate . I hear you provide a journey to ride , If any would lend you a Gennit . I protest before God , mine 's all gone abroad , And won't be at home this sennight . But yet my kind Francis , if that it so chances , That a Horse you needs must hire . If your business be hasty , I 'le lend you my Masty ▪ To carry you out of the mire . 'T is a dainty fine cur , You need not him spur , If you his conditions but knew , For hee 'l prance and hee 'l gape , When he carries my Ape , Much more when he carries you . A SONG . 1. THere was an old Lad , rode on an old Pad , Unto an old punk a woing ; He laid the old punk , upon an old trunk , Oh there was good old doing . 2. There was an old maid , scarce sweet as they said , In a place I dare not make mention , She in an old humour lay with a Perfumer ▪ Oh there was a sweet invention . 3. The Punk and the Maid , they swear & they said , That Marriage was servillity ; If Marry you must , for changing of Lust , Oh well fare a trick of nullity . 4. There was a mad man did study to frame ● Device ▪ to draw up a prespuce , She drew up so narrow , a Car might go through , Oh there was a slender sluce . 5. Her Earle did appoint her , she said , such a Joi●●ture As was of no vallidity Above twise in a Night , he did her no right , Oh there was a strange frigidity . 6. But when as her Earle had another girle , His wimble did pierce her flanke , His Nag prov'd able , by changing of stable , Oh there was a quod ad hanc . 7. This dame was inspected , by fraud interjected ▪ held the candle A maid of more perfection , Whom the Midwives did handle , while the K nt Oh there was a clear inspection . 8. Now as forraign writers , cry out of their miters That allow this for a virginity , And talke of Election , and waul of Election ; Oh there was a sound Divinity . 9. There was a young Lord assumed on his word , That he would be a Parliament maker , But see how things alter , he assumed a halter , Oh there was an undertaker , 10. He had a sweet freind , which he did comend , To the keeping of sweet Sir Iarvis , They gave him a Clister , made his belly to bliste●● Oh there was a sweet piece of service . 11. ●his freind he denied , and would not abide , A Marrige that so would shame us , ●etween this sweet Matron , & this grave Patron ; Oh Patron of Ignoramus . 12. Now Weston and Horn , and Turner do turn , And say that this plot was fraude , These may say their pleasure , some think hard measure , Oh knaves , and Punkes , and Bawds . A SONG . THou Shephard whose intentive eye , On every Lambe is such a spie ; No willy foe can make them less Where may I find my Sheaperdess . A little pausing then said he , How can this Jewel stay from thee ? ●n Summers heat in winters cold , ● thought thy brest had been her folde . It is indeed the constant place , Wherein my thoughts still see her face , And print her Image in my heart , But yet my fond eyes crave a part . With that he smiling said I might , Of Cloaris party have a sight , And some of her perfections meet , In every flower that 's fresh and sweet . That growing Lilly weares her skin , The Violet her blew veines within , The Damaske Rose now blown and spread ; Her sweeter cheeks her lips as red . The winds that wanton with the Spring , Such Odors as her breathings bring But the resemblance of her eyes Was never found beneath the skies . Her charming voice who strives to fit His object , must be higher yet , For Heavens Earth and all we see Disperst collected is but she . A maide at this discourse methoughts , Love , both ambition in me wrought And made me covet to ingross A wealth , would prove a publick loss With that I sighth , ashamed to see , Such worth in her , such want in mee ; Closing both mine eyes forbid The world my sight since she was hid . A Song . To the Tune of Packingtons Pound . 1. MY masters and friends , and good people draw near , And look to your Purses , for that I do say ; And though little mony in them you do wear , It cost more to get , than to lose in a day : You oft have been told , Both the young and the old , And bidden beware of the Cut-purse so bold . Then if you take heed not , free me from this curse , Who both give you warning for , and the Cut-purse ; Youth , youth , thou hadst better been sterv'd by thy Nurse , Then live to be hanged for cutting a purse . 2. It hath been upbraided to men of my Trade , That oft-times we are the cause of this crime , Alack and for pity , why should it be said ? As if they regarded or places or time : Examples have been Of some that were seen In Westminster Hall , yea the Pleaders between ▪ Then why should the Judges be free from this curse , More than my poor self for cutting the purse ? Youth , youth , &c. 3. At Worcester 't is known well , and even i'th'Jayl , A Kt. of good worth did there shew his face , Against the frail sinner in rage for to rail , And lost ( ipso facto ) his purse in the place ; Nay ev'n from the seat Of Judgment so great , A Judge there did lose a fair purse of Velvet ; O Lord for thy mercy how wicked or worse , Are those that so venture their necks for a purse ! Youth , youth , &c. 4. At Playes and at Sermons , and at the Sessions , 'T is daily their practice such booty to make ; Yea under the Gallows , at Executions , They stick not , they stare about purses to take ; Nay one without Grace , At a better place , At Court and in Christmas before the Kings face . Alack then for pity , must I bear the curse , That onely belong to the cunning Cut-purse ? Youth , youth , &c. 5. But , O you vile nation of Cut-purses all , Relent and repent , and amend and be ●ound , And know that you ought not by honest mens fall , To advance your own fortunes , to dye above ground ; And though you go gay , In Silks as you may , It is not the high-way to Heaven ( as they say . ) Repent then , repent you , for better , for worse , And kiss not the Gallows for cutting a purse . Youth , youth , thou hadst better been sterv'd by thy nurse , Then live to be hanged for cutting a purse . To the Tune of I wail in wo , I plunge in pain : OR LABANDOLA shot . Verse 1. IN Cheapside famous for Gold and Plate , Quicksilver I did dwell of late : I had a master good and kind , That would have wrought me to his mind ; He bade me still work upon that , But alas ! I wrought I knew not what : He was a Touch-stone black but true , And told me still what would ensue ; Yet wo is me , I would not learn , I saw alas ! but covld not discern . Verse 2. I cast my Coat and Cap away , I went in Silks and Sattens gay ; False mettal of good manners I Did daily coyne unlawfully . I scorn'd my master being drunk , I kept my Gelding and my Punk , And with a Knight , Sir Flash by name , Who now is sorry for the same . Verse 3. Still Eastward-Hoe was all my word , But Westward I had no regard ; Nor ever thought what would come after , As did , alas ! his youngest Daughter . At last the black Oxe trod on my foot , I saw then what belong'd unto 't : Now cry I , Touch-stone , touch me still , And make me current by thy skill . Verse 4. O Manington thy stories show , Thou cut'st a Horse head off at a blow , But I confess I have not the force , For to cut off the head of a Horse . Yet I desire this grace to win , That I may cut off the Horse head of sin , And leave his body in the dust Of sins high-way , and bogs of lust : Whereby I may take Vertue 's purse , And live with her for better for worse . Verse 5. Farewel Cheapside , farewel sweet Trade , Of Goldsmiths all that never shall fade . Farewel dear Fellow-prentises all , And be you warned by my fall . Shun Usurers bonds , and Dice , and Drabs , Avoid them as you would French scabs . Seek not to go beyond your teacher , And cut your thongs unto your leather : So shall you thrive by little and little , Scape Tyburn , Counters , and the Spittle . A Song . 1. LAdies here I do present you With a dainty dish of fruit , The first it was a Poplin Pear , 'T was all the fruit the tree did bear ; You need not pare it any whit , But put it all in at a bit ; And being let a while to lye , 'T will melt , 't will melt , 't will melt most pleasantly . 2. The next in order you shall have A rich Potata and a brave , Which being laid unto the fire , God Cupid kindles to desire ; For when 't is baste , with little cost , 'T will baste it self when it is rost ; It needs no sugar nor no spice , 'T will please a stomach nere so nice , 'T will make a maid at midnight cry , It comes , it comes , it comes , it comes most pleasantly . 3. The next by lot as doth befall , Is two handfuls of Roundsefals ; Which Priamus the Garden god Made Venus eat within the Cod : You must not prune too much at first , For if you do tears out will burst , And being let a while to lye , 'T will drop , 't will drop , 't will drop , 't will drop most prettily . 4. The best of things in all the land , You shall have Mars his onely wand , Protecting of that pretty flower , Which comes and goes in half an hour , The flowers of vertue that do grow , Because they 'l please all women so : But when Mars draws back his wand , It lyes , it lyes , it lyes , and cries , and cannot stand . Upon the Burning of a Petty School . WHat heat of Learning kindled your desire You cursed sons to set your house on fire ? VVhat love of honour in your brests did turn Those sparks of fury into flames to burn ? Or was 't some higher cause ? were the hot gods Phoebus and Vulcan cold friends now at ods ? What er'e the Cause was , surely ill was th' intent When all the muses justly may lament ; But above all for names sake Polyhymy Bewails the downfall of that learned Chimny , Where you might see without or wit or sense Lay the sad ashes of an accidence . What numbers here of Nowns to wrack did go , As Domus , Liber , and as many moe , In woful case , no sex the flames did spare Each gender in this losse had common share ▪ There might you see the Rufull declinations Of 15. Pronouns and 4. Conjugations . Some Gerunds Di , but some Do overcome , And some with heat and smoak are quite strook dumb . Supines lay gasping upwards void of fences , The moods were mad to see imperfect tences , Adverbs of place threw down their lofty stories As ubi , ibi , illic , intus , foris , Conjugations so disjoyn as you would wonder , No coupling scarce but it was burnt asunder . The Praepositions knew not where to be , Each Interjection cry'd Heu ! woe is me . For the due joyning of the things again A Neighbour call'd qui mihi comes amain ; Else sure the fire had into flames so turn'd Gods , Men , Months , Rivers , Winds , and all had burn'd . Now 'gan the flames the Heteroclites to number , And poor supellex lost his plural number : Of verbs scarce had escaped one of twenty , Had there not been by chance As in presenti . T. R. Upon the fall of VVisbech Bridge . HElpe help you undertakers all , Whose purses are the stronger , Our bridge the falling sicknesse hath , For it can stand no longer . And come you cruel Watermen , And lend your help toth ' town , ' Its you I doubt that shot the bridge ; And so have thrown it down . What was the cause of this mischance There is a great confusion ; I saw by the water that he was Of a Crazy constitution . Some say th' enlarging of the streames Strook up the bridges heels . It was too much strong water sure That made him drunk and reel . And some do say , he fell because His feet had no good landing : I rather think the blockhead fell For want of understanding . Although our Country suffer losse And at this downfall grudges , It was the upstart-fluce that put Our aged bridge to 's Crutches . The Lords will have it built again Much longer then the other ; Introth I think it will be long Ere we have such another . But who shall build this stately piece There 's no man can suppose ; The Dutch man doubts the Lords do mean To make a bridge of 's nose . And some do say that Mr. Day Will give to it ten pound , But he reply'd ( by ) they lyed , He had rather see them drown'd . But let not Wisbech be dismaid , Nor at this losse complain ; For though our bridge a Bankrupt be VVe 'll set him up again . T. R. Upon the fall of the Miter in Cambridge . LAment Lament you schollers all , Each wear his blackest gown ; The miter that upheld your wits , Is now it self fallen down . The dismall fire on London bridge Can move no heart of mine , For that but ore the water stood But this stood ore the wine . It needs must melt each Christians heart That this sad newes but hears , To see how the poor hogs-heads wept Good Sack and Claret teares . The zealous students of that place Change of Religion fear , That this mischance may soon bring in The Heresie of Beer . Unhappy miter , I would know The cause of thy sad hap ; VVas it for making leggs too low To Pembrokes Cardinals cap ? Then know thy self , and cringe no more , Since Popery went down That cap should vaile to thee , for now The miter's next the Crown . Or was 't because our company Did not frequent the Cell As we were wont , to drown these cares , Thou fox'd thy self and fell ? No sure the Devil was adry And caus'd this fatal blow ; 'T was he that made this celler sink That he might drink below ; And some do say the Devil did it 'Cause he would drink up all , I rather think the Pope was drunk And let his miter fall . Poor Commoners to your great disgrace Yout want of skill acknowledge To let a Tavern fall that stood O' th' walls of your own Colledge . The Rose now withers , Falcon moults , VVhite Sam enjoyes his wishes The Dolphin now must cast his Crown , VVine was not made for fishes . This sign a Tavern best becomes , To shew who loves it best , The miter is the onely sign , For 't is the Schollers crest . Thou Sam drink Sack and chear thy self Be not dismay'd at all For we will drink it up again Though we do catch the fall , Wee l be thy workmen day and night In spite of Bug bear Proctors We drank like Frenchmen all before , But now we 'll drink like Doctors . T. R. A match at Cock-fighting . GOe you tame Gallants , you that have the name , And would accounted be cocks of the game ; That have brave spurs to shew for 't , and can crow , And count all dunghill breed that cannot shew Such painted plumes as yours , that thinkt no vice With cock-like lust to tread your cockatrice ; Though Peacocks , Woodcocks , Weathercocks you be , If y' are no fighting cocks y' are not for me . I of two feathered combatants will write ; He that to 'th life means to express their fight , Must make his Ink their bloud which they did spill , And from their dying wings borrow his quil : No sooner was the doubtfull people set , The matches made , and all that would had bet ; But straight the skilful Judges of the play Bring forth their sharp-heel'd warriours , and they Were both in linnen bags , as if 't was meet , Before they die to have had their winding sheet . With that i' th' pit they 're put , and when they were Both on their feet , the Norfolk Chantecleer Looks stoutly on his ne're before seen foe , And like a challenger begins to crow , And shake his wings , as that he did display His warlike colours , which were black and gray ; Meane while the wary Wisbech walks and breaths , His active body and in fury wreathes His comely crest , and often looking down He whets his angry beake upon the ground . With that they meet , not like that coward breed Of Esope ; these can better fight then feed . They scorn the dunghil , 't is their onely prize To dig for Pearls in each others eyes ; They fought so long that it was hard to know , To 'th skilful whether they did fight or no ; Had not the bloud which died the fatal floor , Borne witnesse of it , yet they fight the more , As that each wound were but a spur to prick Their fury forward , lightning not more quick Nor red then were their eyes ; 't is hard to know , VVhether it was bloud or anger made them so . And sure they had been out , had they not stood More safe by being fenced in with bloud : But still they fight ; But now alas at length , Although their courage be full tyr'd , their strength And bloud began to Ebbe , you that have seen A water combate on the Sea between Two angry boyling billowes , how They martch and meet , and dash their curled brow , Swelling like graves , as though they did intend To intombe each other ere the quarrel end : But when the wind is down , and blustring weather , They are made friends , and sweetly run together . Methinks these Champions such , their wind grown low , And they which leapt even now , now scarce can go . Their wings which lately at each blow they clapt , As if they did applaud themselves , they flap ; And having lost the advantage of the heel , Drunk with each others bloud they onely reele ; From both their eyes such drops of bloud did fall , As if they wept them for their funeral : And yet they fain would fight , they come so neer As if they meant into each others eare , To whisper death , and when they cannot rise , They lie and look blowes into each others eyes : But now the tragick part after the fight , VVhen Norfolk cock had got the best of it , And Wisbitch lay a dying , so that none Though sober but might venter seven to one , Contracting like a dying taper all His force , as meaning with that blow to fall , He struggles up , and having taken winde , Ventures a blow and strikes the other blind . And now poor Norfolk having lost his eyes , Fights onely guided by antipathies ; VVith him ( alas ) the Proverb holds too true , The blowes his eyes nere saw his heart must rue : At length by chance , he stumbling on his foe , Not having any strength to deal a blow ; He falls upon him with a wounded head , And made the conquerours wings his feather bed : VVhere lying sick , his friends were very chary Of him , and fetcht in haste the' apothecary : But still in vain , his body doth so blister , That it s not capable of any glister ; Wherefore at last opening his fainting bill , He call'd a Scrivener , and thus made his Will. Inprimis . Let it never be forgot , My body freely I bequeath to th'pot , Decently to be boild , and for its Tomb , Let it be buried in some hungry womb . Item . Executor I will have none , But he that on my side laid seven to one : And like a Gentleman that he may live , To him and to my heirs my Comb I give ; Together with my brains , that all may know That oftentimes his brains do use to crow . Item . It s my will to those weaker ones , Whose wives complain of them , I give my stones . To him that 's dull I do my spurs impart , And to the Coward I bequeath my heart : To Ladies that are light it is my will , My feathers should be given ; and for my bill , I 'de give to'a Taylor , but it s so short , That I 'm afraid he 'l rather curse me for 't . And for the worthy Doctors , they who meant To give me a Glister , let my Rump be sent : Lastly , because I feel my life decay , I yield and give to Wisbech cock the day . T. R. CLear is the air , and the morning is fair Fellow Huntsman come wind your horn ; Sweet is the breath , and fresh is the earth , That does melt the rinde from the thorn : The flowers wax bright with Apollo's light , Newly sprung from the Ocaean Queen ; Where on a forrest plain , may be seen a brave game , Right fit of a Prince to be seen . Fourteen couple truly counted , of hounds both good and trusty , And a troop of horsemen bravely mounted of coursers swift and lusty : Of Huntsmen so right , that clear were of sight , to shew the delight , the delight , So hoe , hoe ; so hoe , &c. there she sits . Then Coridon was frighted , his lambs they were so parted , To hear how they did shout , they hollow'd , and they hoopt , — Whilst Wat before them started . With halloe , halloe , halloe , halloe , halloe , halloe , with a halloe , cryed the louder ; The earth ne're bare a braver Hare , that ran more strong and prouder . Swift as a Roe she fairly hunts o're mountains , hills and dales , O're meadows , pastures , and o're fields , over layes and under rayles ; And then unto the hunt she gets , she winds the furrs and Plain , And here and there she runs six miles before she turns again . There might you see proud Strawberry run foaming hard to hold , And Peggabrigge with all her tricks , 't is pity she e're was old : Robin-red-breast and Shotten-herring amidst the jovial crew , Did top the hounds upon the Downs whilst Wat was in their view . Hark how the hounds , & the horns & the horns . & the hounds , & the huntsmen loud do hollow , Whilst Wat with nimble feet doth trip o're the Downs , o're the Downs , in all her follow : But Wat at the length shew'd them such a trick , That she made them all to stand and to stick , And to cry , Ioler , Ioler , so hoe , &c. Ioler there . So many men so many minds , so many dogs so many kinds : Some stood staring at the head , and some said she was forward fled : But one amongst them all , of judgment small , In faith he knew that she was dead ; For a shepherd crost the fields with his dog at his heels , That swore guds-nigs her bloud was spilt . Iuno then came back again , and compasse wide did go-a , To see if she could hit , and sit in the lands that lay below-a , There she try'd , and out she cry'd with mouth full deep and sweet-a , Which made them all on her to call , whilst Wat away did creep-a , Hark there Iuno , Iuno , so ho , so ho , &c. Iuno there . See , see , see where she goes , how she turns over , Iuno and Iupiter , Tinker and Troler , Sing-well and Merry-boy , Captain and Cryer , Gingwell and Gingle-bell , Fair-maid and Frier , Beauty and Bonny-lass , Tanner and Trouncer , Fomer and Forrester , Bomer and Bouncer , Gander and Gondemore , Ioler and Iumper , Tarquine and Tamberlain , Thunder and Thumper . Over the mountains , and under the vales , Over the fountains , and under the rails , Through the woods that are the thickest , Which the Silvans obey , O're the dikes that are the deepest , Puss will find out the way . But Wat grew faint and spent well nigh , A little ease for charity . Stop the dogs , stay the hounds , give her more breath , We will see all her tricks before her death . But Wat grew faint and could no longer run , Her strength was spent , her life was almost done ; And sitting down she sighing seem'd to say , Those whom I trusted did my trust betray . On the praise of Fat Men. LO , precious Rules are here made common , For health of either man or woman . If thou fat mortal fain wouldst be , With cheeks so plump for eyes to see : Know feeding hard , and drinking much , With sleeping long , will make you such . Cram thou until thou fartst at table , 'T will make thee fat as Jade i' th' stable . If thou thy Buttocks would have spread , Sit long after thou hast well fed ; 'T will make the Hanches large to grow , Through gown or breeches making show . If thou thy flesh wilt hold together , Walk not though it be fair weather ; All exercise forbear , for that But wastes and melts away the fat . You see when Bores for Brawn we feed , That they 're pend up in stigh indeed . Which makes their fat more firm and hard , Than is the greatest Bacon lard : So you the Dining-room may keep , To eat and drink in , shire and sleep . Your wiser Germans sit at meals So long till it runs down their heels , Nor do they think it any scorn , For what o'reflows , their rooms adorn . In camp you may find out his tent From other Nations by the sent ; For there the Pakings up of Rennish , Disturbs no stomach that is squemish . To eat and drink , to shire and spue , Is custom old , no fashion new . Your pills and potions are poor things To those more natural scowerings ; To see a mortal with large pode Disburden Colon of his load ; Or see one which eat apple-pye , Till she hath need to let it flye , Doth shew that all is right within , That sends forth pudding without skin , These are the natural conies that shew The feeding bodies ebbe and flow . For in the microcosm we All changes of the great world see , Let hungry wight forbear a meal , It makes him look like slinked Veal ; His belly thinks his throat is cut , And cramp begins to wring his gut ; He looketh blew under the eyes , And guts do wolf-like trade that lies In watry dike in Springs beginning ; Then have a care of empty sinning ; You never shall answer half so much To fill , as he shall that doth grutch To stuff his chitterlings so well , That they no tales of fasting tell . I heard rich mortal had a pig A present sent to him so big That he to eat it was unwilling , But strived to sell it for five shilling , The pig was sent him with the taile , But in the market that must fail , For there the mortal would not send it But in his family would spend it ; But bad his man to have a care To sel 't where he might have his share . The body of the pig was sold But powdring tub the tail did hold ; The powdring tub which had not seen So much as rump of goose so green In twice ten year ( tub true to say ) Would well have serv'd late priests to pray , Such as from Coblers stalls have crept , And in obedience Sisters kept . Their members all with due are spred To rub and chafe when they 're in bed . For after exercise in tub Their sisters cause their Priests to rub That they their teachers might restore For doctrine given in before . But leaving brother to expound Dark place and mystery profound , I now intend to bend discourse To mortal fat as pampred horse . They commonly that are so fat No parents are of wicked plot . Alas they onely do take care To keep their ribs from being bare , And that is done by exercise Of little bones beneath their eyes , Bones that will trundle a whole mile VVhile all the body rests the while ; Yet we have fools within our Nation Let strangers pull them out for fashion , Bones unto men of precious use , That squeeze all fat , all ripe to juyce , That man that truly loves his belly , To part with them is loth I tell ye ; He doth as highly prize those bones , As Ladies do those precious stones VVhich nature made not to adorn her So much as please her in a corner . These bones in English have name VVhich mounsieurs raised have to fame . A single one is called a tooth From whence tooth-drawer comes forsooth . But of tooth-drawers pray know this The French the most esteemed is ; He doth as much by touch of finger As figures do for figure flinger . But all the learned know that they Do but pretend to what they say . Your French-Tooth-drawer if you observe Looks as if he himself did sterve To fat his horse , which drew as much As mounsiers self doth by the touch ; For mounsiers horse whose hoofes are horns While he cures Teeth the Jade cures Cornes . I see a Porter who stood by To see mounsier draw's mouth awry And pull from well-grown Butchers gum A hollow Tooth bigger then 's thumb ; A Tooth I le warrant in time hath ground Of fly-blown beef , many a pound ; A Tooth had some well-minded Glutton But such a phang he 'd tue the mutton ; Porter that stood this sight to see Had come on too most certainly , The mounsiers horse as if jade knew The malady which on toe grew , Removed his foot and set it down Upon the toe of gazing clown ; Porter at tread of horse did squeak , But jade had gin his corn at tweak . Just as the Butchers money paid , The Porters cure of corn was made ; He needs must be rid of his corn , For toe from his foot was torn . When Porter begins to complain , Mounsier to spur his horse was fain , So rides away , sans all remorse , Bidding the Porter kisse his arse . Porter was lame , and could not follow , But aloud begins to hollow ; But we leave Porter for to howle , Till we return to our fat soul ; For this is quite against profession Of mine to make so large digression . But now , for rules before we eat , And how to chuse right battning meat , For spoon-meat , barly-broth and jelly , Very good is for the belly . For mornings draught your north-down-ale Will make you oylely as a Whale ; But he that will not out flesh wit Must at the good Canary sit ; For 't is a saying very fine Give me the fat mans wit in wine : For he 's as merry as wean'ling Pig That to the Hoggs-trough dances Jig . Your beef , your pork , your veal , your mutton So it be good as knife ere cut on ; Your pigs , your capons , turkies , conies , Your feeding wight thinks worth his monies ; But he whose longings to grow thicker , Must mingle with good meat good liquor . Your Brawn washt down with muskadine , Will make your cheeks look plump and fine ; If you would have a double chin Drink no small beer , for that 's too thin : For he that means to feed his chops high , Apt is to fall into a Dropsie . Therefore your high rich wines are fit T' augment the flesh and help the wit : 'T will make the buttocks firm as brawn , And skin as pure white as Lawne . Turn haunches up with Lady fine , And thy fat arse shall hers out-shine . Feeding and drinking , smooths the skin , And makes the plump one moist within . VVho feeds at Vespers and at Mattins Their skins as smooth and white as Sattins Nere dyed ; but we and from the pure Silk Of the dead worm ( whiter ) then Milk. As I of feeding much do treat , So rules I render after meat . VVhen thou from a full meal dost rise , Scummer and Urine if tho'rt wise : Then pipe of right Varinas take , For that doth swift digestion make . Then seat thy self in a great chair , And thing call'd tatling do forbear ; So shall you fall into sweet nap , Shall ease the burthen of your lap : That you no sooner shall awake , But you another meal may take ; Or have at least when you do rise Passage for dung between your thighs . Another precious rule scarce thought on By no means here must be forgotten ; All vermine which in bed doth creep , From thighs and privy members keep ; For rhey are creatures break the rest , And make men sleep when they should feast ; Leaving untoucht a wholesome cony , Which sweeter is to man then money . Take woman fat , with a black hair , With colour red , and skin that 's fair ; And turn her up , and you shall see Such a strong contrariety , Of her white thigh and curled black , That bordereth about her knack Shall please the skilful eye to see Of hues , such rare variety ; For there is black , and blew , and white , Ordained for young mans delight . I could speak more in praise of these Strong harbours for fat crabs and fleas ; But I must turn and wind my story To those by feeding gain their glory . And now should I all wild fowle name , That adde to lusty manchers frame ; I dazle should the readers eye To view the name of fowle that fly ; I will not write of Hern or Bittern VVhose claw transcends goose-quill or sittern ; Nor of the partridge , nor the pheasant , Meat scarcely known to chops of peasant ; Nor of the woodcock , nor the widgeon , Nor the often billing pigeon . Nor of the lark , nor the cock-sparrow Whose mettle melts away his marrow . I shall want room to write of fish , Which often is the fat mans dish ; Of which the sturgeon and the oyster That moveth holy Nun in Cloyster , And maketh ofttimes aged Fryar A little of that same desire . Oysters are of strong operation , Known to both Sexes of our Nation ; They 're fishes of such rare perfection , That they in flesh make an erection ; And give to mouths want teeth such strength That they 'le devour a whole yards length ; Such is keen appetite of nick , Although it be a handfull thick . I must not dwell on watry theame , For fear I 'm thought too full of phlegme : But now I something have to say , Of food that helps natures decay ; Of which the food springs from the earth Sutes best to those of humane birth . In Indies Eastern occident , There 's fruits that give the taste content . Some that have travelled speak of Planton , It makes men lusty , women wonton : But I believe our English skerrit To man or woman adds more spirit . But this is clearly my opinion , There breeds more sperme of leek and onion ; Some windy roots we have that swell The belly much , helps nere a dell To procreation , but they We mean to cast out of our way : Of which the turnip and the carot Will make some speak like Jay or Parrot . It was the judgement of wi●e Cato , That Parsnip did transcend Potato ; He swears that Parsnip more doth merit Then the aringo or the skerit : And yet the aringo we do see Our Ladies much perpetually , Which out of fellow-feeling they , Do to resist , and to obey . Iohannes de temporibus Who liv'd as long as three of us ; His dyet much was on the Parsnip , And he did love to give white arsnip : In commendations of that root , Said it made him ofttimes go tot . A modern writer , to the glory Of this brave root tells this true story ; Which if our Ladyes will not eat , Will serve to do another feat . The story was of a swart Spanyard Who seldom had a pendent whinyard ; But every night did claper-claw His wife , that she was almost raw ; She was so sore and full of pain , That she was forced to complain . The learned Judges of the Land Desir'd to take each thing in hand : But when the Judges understood , The matter was of flesh and bloud ; They for the learned Doctors call , Who straight appear'd in place call'd Hall : Woman that brought her husband thither , And was sore in mouth call'd nether Did blush to see the man in gown , Fearing the tale would through the town ; Which shortly afterwards it did , For which the woman oft was chid . The Doctors gravely , and in quiet , Ask't him of his usual dyet : He told them Parsnips was the meat VVhich he most usually did eat ; By which conjectur'd 't is by all , No root is more spermatical . But now to ease his sore wives pain , A month these roots he must refrain ; VVhich willingly my stout Don did , And changing food lay still in bed : But she before the month had end Presented Parsnips to her friend ; And then he fell to wonted work As feirce as a broad shouldred Turk . Since Parsnips such a batning thing That makes both man and woman cling , And stick as fast to one another As glued boards , why then plump brother Eschew not this so lusty food , Which both for flesh and pleasures good . Some slight the valour of the fat , And say they 're good for nought but chat : But I a story will unfold , Shall speak them hardy , stout and bold . Fat mortal into market comes , And spyed fat Eeles would oyle his gumms ; Then straight he hath a longing wish , To have those fat Eeles in his dish . So to the greesie wife that sold 'um , And on her short fat knees did hold 'um : He askt the price with greedy sense , She gripple wench said Eighteen pence : He in derision offered three ; So quarrel 'tween them grew to be . The peremptory Jade did rail , Her words did bruise like blows of flail ; But Pothecary having mettle , Removed her arse from off the settle : And made the whore that sold the Eele , The wait of hand on bare arse feel ; For he in market call'd Cheapside , Smote her blind face , sans nose , mouth-wide Belong'd to those unwashed cheeks , Where gardner might have planted leeks : But one thing more vexs Pothecary , To see the Fish-wives arse so hairy . But having thus his business done , Set down , the scold away did run : She to revenge this foul disgrace , Runs scolding after him apace . Poor man afrighted with the din , Beshit himself for fear of quean . The lane was narrow where he went , He stunck like alderman in tent ; The jade which seldom us'd to smell , But what from her own bunghole fell ; Left off the chace , it was so strong , And so returned with the wrong . And so I leave her to the scorn Of those at Bilingsgate , duckt each morn ; This for Land-service , which doth show Fat men their teeth for valour owe. Now for their sea , of which I 'le speak , What shall not shew their valour weak ; As horses in storm a ship doth poise , By his resisting waves that rise ; Let no fond man the truth deride , For horse doth make to th' rising side : So fat mans bunghole being open , Keeps saylors all from being a slopen . He stench abundant forth doth send , Making each boy stand to ropes end ; By which we finde it requisite Fat men aboard in storm do shite . He that at fun le ts out a peck Is a prime man to scoure a deck : Now for your female valour I Some rare examples shall descry . Let us look ore the water there , Where guts are carryed to the bear : I mean that London spoyling burrough , Which you to Kent must ride clean thorough Those that so treacherously let in Such mortals as make wealth a sin ; Which for their service late so rare , Shall have an asse for their new mayor ; But for the masters of their state In this discourse , I 'le not relate : The wenches with broad haunches I Intend in this place to descry ; Such whose large podes do roar as loud As wind doth in a tall ships shroud ; Their blasts are such as you with wonder , If not beheld , would swear were thunder . But when they rain and blow together , You never heard such stormy weather ; Such as will fright the wondering sense , And to the Nasus give offence . For like the touchhole of a gun , The sents perfumed from the sun : This for the virtue ; now the trade Of these sweet wives so roundly made ; Your neat panch clenser is a woman That spreadeth in the haunch most common . Your neat panch clenser is t●ipe-boyler , Which trade is a great finger-foyler . But these large wives with hubergums , Their tongues with railing bruise their gums ; And bones of armes in skin do rattle , When with their wenches they have battle : I could more instances recite Of womens valour when they fight , But now I mean to leave the theam , Of choler mixt with dirty fleam . Repeating something of fat Squire , Who alwayes shites when he 's in ire . The Officer of our wise Ward , Fat as a Bear or the Bearward , Which if you name but the word fight , Immediately it makes him shite . Let any man discharge a gun , And he as soon discharge's tun . It is his natural love to fighting , Makes him so prone and apt to shiteing . Nor altogether of their spleen , For all their choller is so keen ; Their loves do more abound than spite , And they do shew it when they shite . Fat man and wife together went To cleanse each others fundament ; For so well grown was either belly , They could not do 't themselves I tell ye . This I dare boldly say sans sinning , Shitten come shite is loves beginning , This further know , fat folks do scummer As much as Cows do give in Summer . And that must be a fruitful tail , That at one dunging fills a Pail . Nor is 't amiss that I recite The Parley they did use at shite : Dialogue . Kind words are worth a world of money : Qu. Dost thou piss love ? Ans. No , I shite hony . Such questions would the good man ask , When wife was troubled with the lask , For she when laskish shite so thin , It might have serv'd to shave a chin . Some think it needful to be sed Of love they used to shite in bed . Large panches did so shorten arme , Own privy members could not warme . Their Sausige-plumped fingers ends , But commonly like loving friends , In winter morning you may catch Her hand on — he fingring — Thus they do keep their fingers warm , Doing to neither any harm . Love in all ages was commended , And by Monarchy still defended . Fat people were the landed theams Of Iulius Caesar and King Iames. They keep their minds in such pure quiet , Which battens them as much as dyet . And now I leave the fat folks friends , Which musick maketh at both ends . For pode and throat they both extend , To make a sweet harmonious end . Ioane Easie got her a Nag and a Sledge , To the Privy-house for to slide , a The hole was be shit , That she could not sit , But did cack as she lay on her side : a She was not wind , For she sent forth a sound , Did stretch her fundament wide . a On the print of a Ladies foot , cut on the Leads of Kings Colledge Chappel , where before she had fallen . HEre once my Princess , when we first did meet , Made proud the Leads , and let them kisse her feet . They not contented with a part so small , Gave her a slip , and with that slip a fall ; So did they get the grace to kiss her hand , A better part than that whereon we stand . Bold saucy Leads , that ( as proud Coblers do ) Durst pass their bounds & touch above the shoe ; But why do I the Leads ambition blame ? Had I been they , I should have done the same ; Onely I would have melted at the meeting , And not have hurt her with so hard a greeting . But O! what name so bad by which to call Her servants negligence that let her fall ? Yet this excuse he hath , 't was rainy weather , And this his comfort , they fell both together ; Such falls before advancement I 'de prefer , And wish to fall again , so 't were with her . But see her triumph , where she fell before , Her foot stands now engrav'd , and slips no more , The conquer'd Leads in penance have received The print of that whose trust it once deceived : And wounded bears to all posterity The punishment of its disloyalty . A just requital , onely 't will be said , So rare a gemme should not be set in Lead . To a Lady commanding him to write a defiance to Love. DO I want torture then , that I Loves awful power must thus defie ? Or in old stories do you find , That Love is deaf as well as blind ? Or else do you resolve from hence , To non-plus my obedience ? Well then your own command doth move Me to blaspheme your self , and love . The Defiance . Once so foolish too was I , To doat on Natures vanity ; That trifle , woman , which they say , She made to pass the time away , When she had nothing else to do : ( And faith 't is very likely too ) O! I had a tedious fit Of love , methinks I feel it yet . I 'le swear it held me half an hour , But Cupid now I scorn thy power . Shew me in one Ladies eye Thy strength of thy artillery : Shew me a cheek where may be seen Thy sprightly wanton magazine , Shew me a lip that 's dyed in grain , With the hearts bloud of those 't 'as slain : Yet I have vowed I 'le never dye For that lip , or cheek , or eye . Shew me a neck , whose milky way Vie splendor with the King of day : Shew me a brest darts flames , although It self doth seem compos'd of snow : Shew me a belly so divine , Thou , though a god , wouldst make it thine : Yet Cupid , I the same dare tell ye , For all this neck , or breast , or belly , Shew me a thigh whose softnesse can , And whitenesse baffle Ledas Swan : Shew me a leg which would invite The strictest Hermite to delight ; Shew me a foot whose pretty shape Would make a Saint commit a rape ; Yet I have vow'd I le never dye , For that foot , or leg , or thigh . To a Lady on a fall , in which she had almost discovered more then all the World besides could shew . MAdam , pardon me , whilst I Repeat my happy misery , How the self same thing did cloy With excessive grief and joy . How cruel kind fate did me bless With fortunate unhappinesse . A wonder sure before unheard , The same thing should be wish't and fear'd . Who would not fear to see that fall ? Who would not wish there to see all ? 'T was such a sight , thus who but sees Doth blaspheme thee with his eyes . 'T was such a sight that hell defin'd , May truly be said to be blind . Cruel hands that were imploy'd , In a sin worse then a paricide . To keep that hid , which to have seen To total sum of blisse had been . This is my passion then I swore Those hands I 'le never kisse no more . This anger was true madnesse , I Had thus reveng'd your injury Upon my self , so I had been Tortur'd for what I thought your sin . You 'd use them better for to save Your self , then for to wound you slave . Since to hurt your self , to me Was the height of injury . But envy sure would never rest In so innocent a breast . 'T was court'sie made you so unkind , Lest those Letters should strike me blind Which your pure limbs unvaild display , ( Beams which disgrace the Prince of day . ) You thus in pity cheat my sight , And hide the dangerous delight . May he be blind that does not prize Such a sight above his eyes . You might have spar'd your pains to hear , 'T was a very needlesse care , ( When the steed 's stollen you shut the dore , ) Your eyes had struck me blind before . On a Knife that cut a Ladies finger . THe weapon Salve ( as some they say have found ) At distance heals , just so this knife doth wound ; For all that gash , I felt the greatest smart , Cutting your hand , Madam , you cut my heart . Then let me search my gall that I may see , What curses I can muster up for thee . May'st thou be alwayes more abhor'd by us , Than the keen knife of sister Atropos ; T' imploy thee may the basest beggar scorn , Unlesse to 〈◊〉 his nailes or cut his corn : Mayest the 〈◊〉 lost till thou art rusty , then By some me●●●●ick Butcher found agen ; And by him 〈◊〉 , onely for this intent , To rip up guts , and let out excrement : But why to curse thee do I keep this stir ? Briefly , mayest thou ne're more be us'd by Her. A Description of the miseries of a moneylesse Pocket . BBing me Raviliac who does defie All torments , with such gallant constancy ; And onely with one sudden oh ! complains , When they pour scalding oyle into his veines ; Let his stout heart but feel my pangs alone , An empty purse I 'le warrant makes him groane . Bring me a Stoick that sayes flat and plain , A wise man knows not so much thing as pain ; Let him alone to make him change hi●●ote , And swear a cut-purse worse then a●● throat . The pangs my mother did with m 〈…〉 ure , Were not so bad , as to want mo 〈…〉 ure ; I 'de wish , were I my enemy to n●sse , May his associate be an empty purse : Nor would I any greater crosses crave For him , than that he may not crosses have ; Then to see him I might most justly hope , Knight of the noble order of the rope . For you will find amongst that famous crue That make their wills of Hide-Park-corner , few , If you examine , but the reason why 'T was cause they wanted money they 'l reply : Nay I have tasted miseries far worse , The constant judgements of an empty purse . For if I come into a tavern , I Scarce from the Drawer get a by and by ; To trust one quart I cannot work on Will , Though I 'de pawn for it all Parnassus hill ; I offer'd too my horse , but he swore thus , I will not trust one pint on Pegasus : From thence to Clavels where I stand at door , And softly ask't Sue , hast thou e're a whore ? You speak sayes she , as if you had no money , Then with a pox I 'le help you to a cunny . If I by chance espye some old Comrade , He straight avoides , as if I had the plague ; And cause I ha'nt a token with such care , Shuns me as if I full of tokens were . Now say my rimes are dull , and you 'l say true ; And are not you as dull to read them too ? You might conclude before you read a bit , That he who money wants , must needs want wit. On a London Taylor who spoiled a Commencement Gown in the making . HOw is 't nine taylors make a man up , when One taylor is enough to mar nine men ? And more of women , for their large Vocation Acknowledgeth no bounds or limitation : Equal to Natures privilege , which shows Variety in our bodies , they in clothes : Nay more , a Badgers gate , a flaw or crack In any member , or a Lute-ca●e back ; Takes not so much from man , nor can deface him , So as an ill-cut garment can disgrace him . In the deep censuring judgments of gay Mutes , Who set upon the life and death of fuits ; If this be true , thou neither he nor she , In what manner hast thou injured me In spoyling of my Gown ? the neck too wide , Too long before , and then too short o' th' side ; My sleeves too small to laugh in ; then so high The wings start up , as if they meant to flye : Thus to be handled , thus for to be thum'd , It makes my Velvet fret , though never gum'd . But was my Gown cut in this uncouth guise ? And my Commencement-gown , when thousand eyes Were brought to gaze , and I to walk 'mongst those , Whose greatest part of brain lies in their clothes : Taylor , I will not damn or curse thee for 't ; Thou farest the better , but I wish a sort Of debtors fail , that thou full justly harm'd , As thou sit'st now cross-leg'd , mayst walk cross-arm'd . Many cross stitches mayest thou make , and meet Some Ruffians still to crosse thee in the street : Mayest thou still see thy self when thou shalt look In each thing cross'd , but in thy credit Book . And yet , if in sad silence of the night , Thou shalt be hunted by a merry spright ; I pray that drawing near thee he may find Crosses each part before but none behinde . Let Courtiers point a day , and coming then , Point thee another day to come agen ; Let fashions never change , let garments wear As long as Coriats shoes , or men go bear ; As in their better state , and women too , As some suppose , they are about to do . I cannot wish thee mischief in the wars , For thou art skil'd and prov'd in needle scars ; Yet let thine own goose press thee til thou faint , And though I never mean thou should'st be Saint : Let men invoke thy name , though then alone , When as their knife is strugling with a bone ; Farewell , and when thou bring'st thy long bill down , I 'le make 't as short as thou hast made my Gown . On a Bile . LEt others sing of heads , and some of cups , Of Mars , and Venus , and her after-claps ; I have a subject that gives me more matter , Than you , or I , or both , know how to utter . It is a Bile , what Epithete shall I Finde for to call so dull a creature by ? Shall I proclaim thee block-head ? and yet call Thee so , I can't , thou hast no head at all ; Could'st thou but get a head , and ripen faster , I would not break thy head , but add a plaister : Or shall I call thee coward , 'cause I find Thee alwayes in one place , and still behind ? Well , since thou art a coward , prethee play The cowards part , and quickly run away : Or shall I call thee ungrate , vexing me That brought thee up , and breeding gave to thee ? Yet prethee be not angry O my Bile ! Thou look'st to have bin praised all this while , Shall I commend thee then ? and so I will , Commend thee to the Surgeon and his skill . Reader forbear to frown or carp at least , For nought but corrupt matter here doth rest : Thus do I ease my paines , and when my bile Begins to rage , then I oppose my style ; Thus did that Roman Possidonius stout , And Scaliger did thus out-brave the gout . To a Gentlewoman from her formerly betrothed , but deserted servant , he being invited to the celebration of her Nuptials . WHy faire vow-breaker , hath thy sinne thought fit , I be the curst example of thy wit , As well as scorn ? Bad woman , did not I Deserve as much as quiet misery ? Be wise , and trouble not my suffering fit , For every sin I have repentance yet , Except for loving thee , do not thou presse My easie madnesse to a wretchednesse ; So high as that , lest I be driven so , As far from heaven as thou art , which I know Is not thine aime , for thou hast sinned to be , In place as in affection , far from me . Was I thy friend or kinsman ? had I ought ? What was familiar with thee saving thought ? A dream , some letters too that scattered lie , Neglected records of my misery ; I know no itch my silent sorrow moves , To beg a Bridal-kisse or paire of Gloves : Those are the lighter duties which they seek , Whose sleeps are found , & constant as the week Is in her course , and never felt the chance Of love amisse , but in a dream , or trance , And wak'd with gladnesse ; 't is not so with me , My days and nights are twins in misery . Bid me first catch the plague , wish me to be A witnesse to my mothers infamy ; Bespeak me to be sham'd , cause me to bring My self an Eunuch to a Gossiping . Upon record ; how desperate wer't thou bent T' invite me to a wedding Complement ? Should I come there when that the holy man , With his religious magick hath begun To tye thee from me , I might leap into A rage , and safely all your lives undoe : When heaven would be so courteous to disguise , The blood-shed with the name of sacrifice ; Silent as sorrows lodgings had I dwelt , Followed with my despair , and never felt Anger except in living , hadst thou bin Content with my undoing , but that 's sin . I never shall forgive thee to upbraide A wretchedness which thou thy self hast made : Heaven knows I suffered , and I suffered so , That by me 't was infallible to know How passive man is , Fate knew not a curse , But in thy new content to make it worse ; And that thou gav'st , when I so low was brought , That I knew nought but thee , and then I thought , And counted sighs and tears ; as if to scan The aire and water which composeth man ; Diseas'd I was , diseas'd , past thine own cure , Yet would'st thou kill what made me to endure : My patience , strange murderess , would you prove , Whether that were as mortal , as your love ? Have women such a way as they can give To men denial , and with love to live ? Why then abhor'd in reason tell me why , Successelesse Lovers do so quickly die ? And be it so with me ; but if a curse May first be fasten'd on thee which is worse Than thy unwept-for vow-breach , may it come , As thy sins heap , and may the tedious sum , Of thy great sins stand centinel to keep Repentance from thy thoughts breach ; may thy sleep Be broken as my hopes , 'bove all may he Thou chufest husband grow to jealousie ; Then find it true , and kill thee may the themes , On which thy thoughts do paraphrase in dreams . Be my sad wrongs , and when some other shall , Whom Fate with me hath made apocriphall In loving stories search and instance forth , To damn his mistress for as little worth ; Let thy name meet him , under which let be , A common place of womens perjury ; May heavens make all this true , and if thou pray Let God esteem it as thou didst the pay Of thy last promise ; I have said be free , This pennance done , my day of destiny By thee is antidated , but three sighs . First I must pay admission to the skies , One for my madness to love women so , That I could think thee true ; the next I 'le throw For wronged Lovers , that I 'le breath anew ; The last shall beg my curses be made true . The Royal Captive , or the Worlds Epitome . 1. HOw happy 's the prisoner that conquers his fates With silence , and nere on bad fortune complains ; But carelesly plays with his keys on the grates , And makes a sweet consort with thē & his chains . He drowns care with Sack when his heart is opprest ; And makes it to float like a Cork in his brest . Then since we 're all slaves that Highlanders be , And the land 's a large prison inclos'd with the sea , We 'l drink up the Ocean and set our selves free , For man is the worlds Epitome . 2. Let Tyrants wear purple deep dyed in the blond Of those they have slain their Scepters to sway , If our conscience be clear , and our title be good To the rags we have on us , we 're better than they . We drink down at night what we beg or can borrow , And sleep without plotting for more the next morrow . Then since we 're all , &c. 3. Let the Usurer look to his bags and his house , And guard that from robbers he has rak'd from his dettors ; Each mid-night cries thieves at the noise of a mouse : Then see if his bags are not bound in their feters . When once he is rich enough for a State-plot , Buff in one hour plunders what sixty years got . Then since we 're all , &c. 4. Come Drawer , and fills a peck of Canary , This brimmer shall bid all our senses good-night . When old Aristotle was frolick and merry VVith the juice of the grape , he turn'd stagerite . Copernicus once in a drunken fit found By the course of his brain that the world turn'd round . Then since we 're all , &c. 5. 'T is Sack makes our faces like Comets to shine , And gives beauty beyond the complexions mask . Diogenes was so in love with his wine , That when 't was all out , he dwelt in the Cask . He liv'd hy the sent of that wainscoated Room , And dying requested the Tub for his Tomb : Then since we 're all slaves that High-landers be , And the land 's a large prison inclos'd with the sea ; We 'l drink up the Ocean and set our selves free , For man is the worlds Epitome . The States New Coyn. 1. SAw you the States-mony new come from the Mint ? Some people do say it is wonderous fine ; And that you may read a great mystery in 't , Of mighty King Nol , the Lord of the Coyn. 2. They have quite omitted his politick head , His worshipful face , and his excellent Nose ; But the better to tempt the sisters to bed , They have fixed upon it the print of his Hose . 3. For , if they had set up his picture there , They needs must ha' crown'd him in Charles his stead ; But 't was cunningly done , that they did forbear , And rather would set up his Ar — than his head . 4. 'T is monstrous strange , and yet it is true , In this Reformation we should ha' such luck , That Crosses were alwayes disdained by you , Who before pull'd them down , should now set them up . 5. On this side they have circumscrib'd God with us , And in this stamp and coyn they confide ; Common-wealth on the other , by which we may guess That God and the States were not both of a side . 6. On this side they have a Cross and a Harp , And onely a Cross on the other set forth ; By which we may learn it falls to our part Two Crosses to have for one fit of mirth . 7. A Country-man hearing this , straight way did think , That he would procure such a piece of his own ; And knowing it like his wifes Butter-print , She should ha 't for a token when as he came home . 8. Then since that this is the Parliament coyn , Now Lilly by thy mysterious charms , Or Heralds , pray tell us if these ha' not been Carmen or Fidlers before by their Arms. The Brewer . 1. OF all the trades that ever I see , There 's none to the Brewer compared may be ; For so many several wayes works he , Which no body can deny . 2. A Brewer may put on a noble face , And come to the wars with such a grace , That he may obtain a Captains place ; Which no body , &c. 3. A Brewer may speak so learnedly well And raise strange stories for to tell , That he may become a Colonel ; Which no body , &c. 4. A Brewer may be a Parliament-man For so his knavery first began , And work the most cunning plots he can ; Which no body , &c. 5. A Brewer may be so bold a Hector That when he has drunk a cup of Nectar , He may become a Lord Protector ; Which no body , &c. 6. A Brewer may do all these things you see Without controul , nay he may be Lord-Chanceller of the University : Which no body , &c. 7. A Brewer may sit like a Fox in his cub And preach a Lecture out of a tub , And give the world a wicked rub ; Which no body , &c. 8. But here remaines the strangest thing How he about his plots did bring , That he should be Emperour above a King ; Which no body can deny , deny ; Which no body dares deny . The disloyal Timist . 1. NOw our holy wars are done , Betwixt the Father and the Son ; And since we have by righteous fate , Distrest a Monarch and his mate . And first their heirs fly into France To weep out their inheritance ; Let 's set open all our packs , Which contain ten thousand wracks ; Cast on the shore of the rea Sea Of Naseby , and of Newbery . If then you will come provided with gold , We dwell Close by hell , Where wee 'l fell What you will , That is ill ; For charity waxeth cold . 2. Hast thou done murther , or bloud spilt , We can soon get another name , That will keep thee from all blame : But be it still provided thus , That thou hast once been one of us ; Gold is the God that shall pardon the guilt , For we have What shall save Thee from th' grave ; Since the Law We can awe ; Although a famous Prince's bloud were spilt . 3. If a Church thou hast bereft Of its Plate , 't is holy-theft ; Or for zeal sake , if thou beest Prompted on to take a thief ; Gold is a sure prevailing advocate , Then come Bring a summe , Law is dumb : And submits , To our wits ; For it 's policy guides a State. The Resolute Royallist . 1. WHat though the ill times , Run cross to our wills ; And fortune still frowns upon us : Our hearts are our own , And shall be so still ; Then a fig for the plagues that light on us . 2. Let 's drink t'other cup To keep our hearts up , But let 't be the purest Canary ; For wee 'l never fear The crosses we bear , Let them plague us untill they be weary . 3. Wee 'l flatter and fear Those that over us are , And make them believe that we love them ; When their timing is past , We must carve them at last ; As they carv'd them that have been before them . 4. Let the Levite go preach For his Goose and his Pig , And drink wine at Christmas and Easter ; Let the Doctors give o're , Our lives to new Trig ; Wee 'l make nature fast , and wee 'l feast Her. 5. Let the Lawyer go ball Out his Lungs and his gall , For the the Plaintiffe , and for the Defendant ; At school the schollar lies Till like Flaccus he dies , With an ugly hard word at the end on 't . 6. Here 's a health to the man That delights in Sol-fa ; For Sack is his onely Rosin : A load of Hay ho Is not worth Ha , ha ! He 's a man for my money that draws in . 7. Then a pin for all muck , And a fig for ill-luck ; 'T is better to be blithe and frollique , Then to fight out our breath , Or to mould our own death ; By the Stone , the Gout , or the Collique . Cupid's Holy-day . LAdies , whose marble hearts despise Loves soft impressions , whose chast eyes Nere shot a glance but might be seen , Diana and her maiden teem Of Icy Virgins hence away , Disturb not our licentions play ; For now its Cupids Holy-day . Go glory in that empty name Of Virgin , let your idle flame Consume it self , while we enjoy Those pleasures which fair Venus boy Grant to those whose mingled thighs Are trophies of his victories , From whence new pleasures still arise . Those onely are admitted here , Whose looser thoughts nere knew of care Of mans imbraces , whose fair face Can give enjoyment such a grace , As wipes away that hated name Of lust , and calls their amorous flame A vertue free from fear or shame . With them we 'l number kisses till We pose Arithmetick , and fill Our hearts with pleasures , till it swells Beyond those bounds where blushing dwells . Then will we our selves intomb In those joyes which fill the womb , Till sleep possesseth Cupids room . At waking no repentance shall With our past sweetness mingle gall ; We 'l kisse again till we restore Our strength again to venture more : Then we 'l renew again our play , Admitting of no long delay , Till that we end our Holy-day . To his VVhore , who askt money of him . WHat is 't that fans my fancies thus ? So cool of late I 'm grown , Methinks I 'm not so rigorous , How quickly I lye alone ! Nor doth her absence with one sigh bemoan : Hence doth this chilness seize my back , This frost my bloud benumbe , When I to my Corina spake To yield to love , she ask't of me a sum , Would Cupid I had deaf been , or she dumb . Those glances I ador'd before , How do I now despise ? 'T is money onely makes a whore , She 's chast that with a thousand lies , For love , at such a one my members rise . Let Iove his Danaes enjoy , Nor envyed be for me . If e're Iane Shore my Mistresse cloy It shall be when I 'm old as he , Till then , I 'le ne're commit that Simony : If your affections pelf must imp , Go get another friend , My pocket ne're shall be my pimpe ; Nor will I for your love depend On dirt , yet no man shall more freely spend ; No , no , I will not rent your bed , Nor your smock tenant be ; I will not farm your white and red , You shall not let your — to me , I court a mistresse , not a Landlady . Judgement forbids me too ( my dear ) To keep thy love in pay , As hence it plainly doth appear ; Love's a little boy they say , And who but fools give children money pray ? Loves nakedness you do mistake , And hence proceeds your sin ; Which shews he will no money take , He hath no purse to put it in ; Then doe it freely , or for me go spin . The Captains Vagary . 1. Capit. PRethee Phil. art thou all steel , Let me feel , From the head unto the heel ? Wife . O my Docter Theodore Mayerne ; Hath me fill'd , Hath me fill'd , with steel and iron . 2. Capit. Sure 't was not her pale colour Made this stir , Nor the steel that troubled her , But the spleen and melancholly ; Cause she would , Cause she would not , Trolly lolly . 3. Surely now she will begin In the spring , Now the Birds do chirp and sing , For to purge her melancholly ; And play with , And play with , her Trolly lolly . 4. She no Cannon need to fear , Though she were Threatned to be storm'd each where : Let the Cannons roar and thunder , She 'l ne're start , She 'l ne're start , but she 'l lye under . Freeman . 1. SHe 's not the fairest of her name , Yet she acquires more than all her race , For she hath other features to inflame , Besides a lovely face : There 's wit and constancy , And charms that strike the soul more than the eye . 'T is no easie Lover Knows how to discover Such pure Divinity . 2. And yet she is an easie book VVrit in plain language for the meanest wit , A glorious out-side , and a stately look : Besides all justly fit , But age will undermine That glorious out-side that doth look so fine ; VVhen the common Lover Shrinks and gives her over , Then she 's onely mine . 3. To the Platonick that applies His sole addresses to the mind , The body but a temple signifies , VVherein the Saint's enshrin'd , To him it is all one , VVhether the wall be marble or rough stone : But in holy places , VVhich old Time defaces , More Devotion 's shown . Freemans Adieu to Love. 1. SUre 't was a dream , how long fond man have I Been fool'd into captivity ? My New-gate was my want of wit , I did my self commit , My bonds I knit : I mine own Gaoler was , the onely foe That did my freedom disallow : I was a prisoner 'cause I would be so . 2. But now I 'le shake my ponderous chains , and prove Opinion built the Gaoles of love ; Made all his bonds , gave him his bow , His bloudy arrows too , That murder so ; Nay , and those deaths which idle lovers dream Were all contriv'd to make a theam , For some carowzing Poet's drunken flame . 3. 'T was a fine life I liv'd , when I did dresse My self to court your peevishnesse ; When I did at your foot-stool lie Expecting from your eye , To live or die : Now smiles , or frownes , I care not which I have , Nay rather then I 'le be your slave , I 'le court the plague to send me to my grave . 4. Farewel those charms that did so long bewitch , Farewel that wanton youthful itch ; Farewel that treacherous blinking boy That profers seeming joy , So to destroy ; To all those night embraces , which as you Know very well were not a few ; For ever , evermore , I bid Adieu . 5. Now I can stand the sallies of your eyes , In vain are all those batteries , Nor can that love dissembling still Nor can that crafty smile , Longer beguile ; Nor those hard traps , which each hour you renew To all those witch-crafts and to you , For ever , evermore , I bid Adieu . Freeman . 1. FEar not my Genius to unfold Such silent thoughts as these , Let women born to be control'd , Receive them as they please ; For long usurped monarchy Hath made me hate such tyranny . 2. Let them and their magnetick charms , Like Harbingers before them ; Possesse the nselves with Cupid's arms , As baits for to adore them : I 'le nere commit Idolatry , On subjects born as well as I. 3. Their deities with them must fade , It cannot be deny'd ; And since those pretty things were made , Out of old Adam's side : We love them still , but know as thus , Because they are a part of us ; Then let it then suffice the Elves , To say we love them as our selves . The Antiplatonick . 1. FOnd love what dost thou mean , To court an idle folly ? Platonick love is nothing else , But meerly melancholy ; 'T is active love that makes us jolly . 2. To doat upon a face , Or court a sparkling eye ; Or to esteem a dimpled cheek Complete felicity , Is to betray one's Liberty . 3. Then pray be not so fond , Think you that women can Rest satisfied with complement , The frothy part of man ? No , no , they hate a Puritan . 4. They care not for your sighs , Nor your erected eyes : They hate to heare a man complain Alas ! he dies , he dies ; Believ 't they love a closer prize . 5. Then venter to embrace , 'T is but a smack or two ; I 'me confident no woman lives But sometimes she will do , The fault is not in her , but you . On the Souldiers walking in the New-Exbhange to affront the Ladies . I Le go no more to the New-Exchange There is no roome at all , It is so throng'd and crowed by The gallants of White-Hall ; But I 'le go to the Old Exchange Where old things were in fashion , For now the new's become the shop Of this blessed Reformation . Come my new Courtiers what d' ye lack , Good consciences if you do ; Here 's long and wide the onely wear , The strait will trouble you . You powdersellers here will thrive , No customers can you lack ; Onely resolve to change the dye , Your powder must be black ; And with you here , take my advice , Get Pistols stead of Puffes ; Instead of sweet-balls , bullets get , And gauntlet stead of muffes . Come my new Courtiers , &c. You that are Ribbon-sellers too , Your broken trades may patch , If you those guegawes can put off And barter them for match . You that fine Cabinets do sell , Your shops and ware may burn Her Ladyship hates all those toyes , A Snapsack serves her turn . Come my new Courtiers , &c. You that sell Books I pitty most , You are undone I see 't , Unlesse you will rebellion sell At a penny by the sheet : If so , you have a thriving trade , For customers go no further , For these bloud merchants at dear rates Engrosse all rape and murther . Come my new Courtiers , &c. Undone , undone Confectioners , Alas there is no hopes . Unlesse you will give o're your trades And set up Sutlers shops . Your Apricockes , your Ringo roots , Your Marmalad will not sell ; Get you conserves of bread and cheese . You 'l bear away the bell . Come my new Courtiers , what d' ye lack Good Consciences ? if you do , Here 's long and wide the onely weare , The strait will trouble you . Another . WHy should we not laugh and be jolly , Since all the World is mad ? And lull'd in a dull melancholly ; He that wallows in store Is still gaping for more , And that makes him as poor , As the wretch that nere any thing had . How mad is that damn'd money-monger ? That to purchase to him and his heirs , Growes shriviled with thirst and hunger ; While we that are bonny , Buy Sack with ready-money , And nere trouble the scriveners , nor Lawyers . Those guts that by scraping and toiling , Do swell their revenues so fast , Get nothing by all their turmoiling , But are markes of each taxe While they load their own backs VVith the heavier packs , And lie down gall'd and weary at last . VVhile we that do traffick in tipple , Can baffle the Gown and the Sword , VVhose jawes are so hungry and gripple ; VVe nere trouble our heads , VVith Indentures or Deeds , And our wills are compos'd in a word . Our money shall nere indite us , Nor drag us to Goldsmiths Hall , No Pirates not wracks can affright us ; VVe that have no estates , Fear no plunder nor rates , VVe can sleep with open gates , He that lies on the ground cannot fall . VVe laugh at those fools whose endeavours Do but fit them for Prisons and Fines , VVhen we that spend all are the savers ; For if thieves do break in , They go out empty agin , Nay the plunderers lose their designes . Then let us not think on to morrow , But tipple and laugh while we may To wash from our hearts all sorrow ; Those Cormorants which , Are troubled with an itch , To be mighty and rich , Do but toile for the wealth which they borrow . The Mayor of our town with his ruffe on , VVhat a pox is he better then we ? He must vale to the man with the buffe on ; Though he Custard may eat , And such lubbardly meat , Yet our Sack makes us merrier then he . The Horns . A Song . BRight Cynthia scorns alone to wear horns Unto her great grief and shame ; And swears by the light and the worlds despite , That men shall wear the same . The man in the Moon to hear this in a swoun , And quite out of his wits fell ; And feeling his front , quoth he , a pox on 't , My forehead begins to swell . Away straight he ròde in a Lunatick mood , And from his Mistress would run ; And swore in his heat , though he stood in a sweat He had rather go live in the sun . But he was well appeas'd that it other men pleas'd , For no man did mutter or mourn ; But without all affright and a great delight Did take to themselves the horn . The Lord he will go in his woods to and fro , Pursuing a Doe that is barren ; But while he 's in his Park , another in the dark May safely go hunt in his warren . The Citizen clown in his fur-faced Gown , And his doublet faced with ale ; Talks short but drinks thicker , while his wife like his liquor , Leaves working and relishes stale . Lo thus she behorns him , and afterward scorns him , Though he comes to be Mayor of the rout ; And holds it no sin to be occupied within , Whiles her husband is busied without . The Physician will ride to his Patient that dy'd Of no sickness but that did come ; But whilst abroad he doth kill with potion and pill , His wife takes a glister at home . The Lawyer to succour him with parchment and buckrum To London the next Term will ride , To open his case in his adversaries face , While his wife to his friend doth the like . Seven miles to and fro the professor will go To hear a sanctifi'd brother ; But while his zeal burns , his wife she up turns The whites of her eyes to another . The merchant he runs o're seas with his guns His mariners and his mates ; But whilst he doth please himself on the seas , Another may ride in his straits . The Souldier will go like a man to and fro , With a full resolution to fight ; While his wife with her friend , in her wanton arms pen'd , Doth make a boon boy before night . And although that he be well arm'd cap a pe , He must yield to a naked boyes scorn ; Or instead of bright Steel or Iron on his heel , Be content with a Helmet of horn . Thus each their wives love still , though they do prove Them to be false in their own sight ; But indeed you do well , the horn ( you can tell ) Was never a friend to the light . Pedegree . A Begger got a Bayliff , A Bayliff got a Yeoman , A Yeoman got a Prentice , A Prentice got a Freeman , A Freeman got a Master , And he begot a Tease , And so become a Gentleman , Then a Justice of Peace . This Justice got a daughter , And she is come to light , She stept unto the Court , And there she got a Knight , A Knight got a Lord , A Lord an Earl begot , An Earl got a Duke , This Duke he was a Scot. This Duke a Prince begot , A Prince of royal hope , He begot the Emperor , The Emperor got the Pope , The Pope got a Bastard , He was a noble spark , He lay with a Nun , And so begot a Clark. A Clark got a Sexton , A Sexton got a Vicar , A Vicar got a Parson , A Parson got a Vicar , And they were all made Prebends , And so they got a Dean , A Dean got a Bishop , A Bishop got a Quean . A Quean got five shillings , Five shillings got a smock , That got a Scotch prick , And there he got a pock . A Merchant got the pock , And set it in a Ring , And gave it to a Lady , That laid it to her thing . That gave it to her Page , That gave it to his master , That sent for the Surgeon , And laid to it a plaister . The plaister was too hot , It bred to him much pain , A nach was in his — And so this man — A Medley . 1. ROom for a gamester that plays at all he sees , Whose fickle faith is fram'd , Sir , to fit such times as these ; One that cryes Amen to ev'ry factious prayer , From Hugh Peters Pulpit to St. Peters Chair : One that can comply with Crosier and with Crown ; And yet can bouze A full carouze , While bottles tumble down , Dery down . 2. This is the way to trample without trembling , Since Sycophants onely secure ; Covenants and Oaths are badges of dissembling , 'T is the politique pulls down the pure : To plunder and pray , To protest , and betray Are the only ready wayes to be great , Flattering will do the feat . Ne're go , ne're stir Have ventred farther ; Then the greatest of our Damme's in the Town From a Copper to a Crown . 3. I am in an excellent humor now to think well , And I 'me in another humor now to drink well ; Fill us up a Beer-bowl boy , That we may drink it merrily : And let none other see Nor cause to understand , For if we do , 't is ten to one we are Trepand . 4. Come fill us up a brace of Quarts , VVhose Anagram is call'd true hearts ; If all were true as I would ha' them , And Britain were cur'd of its humor , Then I should very well like my fate , And drink off my wine at a freer rate Without any noise or rumor ; And then I should fix my humor . 5. But since 't is no such matter change your hue , I may cog , and flatter , so may you ; Religion Is a wigeon , And reason Is treason ; And he that hath a noble heart may bid the world Adieu . 6. We must be like the Scotish man , Who with intent to beat down schism Brought forth a Presbyterian ; A Canon and a Catechism . If Beuk won't do 't , then Iocky shoot , The Kirk of Scotland doth command ; And what hath bin since he come in , I am sure we ha cause to understand . Medley . 1. The Scot. I Am the bonny Scot Sir , My name is mickle Iohn ; 'T is I was in the plot Sir When first the wars began , I left the Court one thousand Six hundred forty one ; But since the flight At Worster fight We all are undone . I serv'd my Lord and Master When as he liv'd at home , Untill by sad disaster He receiv'd his doom ; But now we sink , Uds bred I think The Deel's gat in his room . He ne man spares But stamps and stairs At all Christendom . 2. I have travel'd mickle grounds , Since I came from Worster bounds ; I have gang'd the jolly rounds Of the neighbouring nations , And what their opinions are Of the Scotch and English war , In geed faith I sal declare , And their approbation . Iockie swears He has his load , Bears the rod Comes from God , And complaints go very odd Since the siege at Worster : VVe were wounded Tag and rag , Foot and leg , VVemb and crag ; Hark I hear the Dutchman bag , And begin to bluster . 3. The Dutch. Uds Sacraments sal Hoghen Moghen States Strike down der top sails unto puny Powers ; Ten towsand tun of Tivel Dammy Fates , If dat der ships and goods prove not all ours : Since dat bloot and wounds do delight dem , Tararara Trumpets sounds , Let Van Tromp go fort and fight dem ; All de States shall first be crown'd , English Skellam fight not on goat side , Out at last de Flemins beat Dey ha giv'n us sush a broad-side ; Dat ick sal be forc't to retreat , See de French-man he comes in complete . 4. The French. By Gat monsieur 'tis much in vain For Dushland , France , or Spain To crosse de English main ; De Nation now is grown so strong , De Divla er 't be long Must learna de same tongue . 'T is bettra den far to combine To sel dem wine , And teasha dem to make der Laty fine ; Wee 'l teash dem for to trip and minsh , To kick and winsh ; For by de swo●d we never sal convince , Since every Brewer dere can beat a Prince . 5. The Spaniard . What are de English to quarrel so prone , Dat dey cannot now adays let deir neighbour alone And sal de grave and de Catolique King , Before ever dus control'd wid a sword & a sling ; Sal bode de Indias be left unto desway , And purity a dose dat do plunder and pray : E're dat we will suffer such affronts for to be , Wee 'l tumble dem down , as you sal sennon see . 6. The Welch . Taffy was once a Cottamighty of Wales Put her Cosin O. P. was a Creater , Was come in her Country Catsspluttery nailes , Was take her welch hook and was peat her ; Was eat up her Sheese Her Tuck and her Geese , Her Pick , her Capon was ty for 't ; Ap Richard , ap Owen , ap Morgan , ap St●●en , Ap Sbinkin , ap Powel was fly for 't . 7. The Irish. O hone , O hone , poor Teg and shone O hone may howl and cry Saint Patrick help dy Country-men , Or fai● and trot we die ; De English steal our hoatt of of Usquebagh , Dey put us to de sword all in Dewguedagh : Help us St. Patrick we ha no Saint at all but dee , O let us cry no more , O hone , a cram , a cree ! 8. The English. A Crown , a Crown , make room The English man is come , Whose valour Is taller , Then all Christendom : The Spanish , French , and Dutch , S●oech , Welch , and Iris● grutch ; We fear not We care not , For we can deal with such . You thought when we began in a civil war to wast Our tillage Your pillage Should come home at last : For when we Could not agree , You thought to share in our fall ; But nere stir Sir For first Sir , We shall noose you all . Medley . 1. The English. LEt the Trumpets sound And the rocks rebound , Our English Natives comming ; Let the Nations swarm , And the Princes storm ; We value not their drumming . 'T is not France that looks so smug Old fashions still renewing , It is not the Spanish shrug , Scotish Cap , or Irish rug ; Nor the Dutch-mans double jug Can help what is ensuing ; Pray my masters look about , For something is a Brewing . 2. He that is a Favorite consulting with Fortune , If he grow not wiser , then he 's quite undone ; In a rifing creature we daily see certainly , He is a retreater that fails to go on : He that in a Builder's trade Stops e're the roof be made , By the aire he may be betray'd And overthrown : He that hath a race begun , And let 's the Goale be won ; He had better never run , But let t'alone . 3. Then plot rightly , March sightly , Shew your glittering arms brightly : Charge hightly , Fight sprightly ; Fortune gives renown . A right riser Will prize her , She makes all the world wiser ; Still try her , Wee 'l gain by her A Coffin or a Crown . 4. If the Dutchman or the Spaniard Come but to oppose us , We will thrust them up at the main-yard , If they do but but nose us : Hans , Hans , think upon thy sins , And then submit to Spain thy master ; For though now you look like friends , Yet he will never trust you after ; Drink , drink , give the Dutchman drink , And let the tap and kan run faster ; For faith , at the last I think A Brewer will become your master . 5. Let not poor Teg and Shone Vender from der houses , Lest dey be quite undone In der very Trowzes : And all der Orphans bestow'd under hatches , And made in London free der to cry matches ; St. Patrick wid his Harp do tun'd wid tru string Is not fit to untie St. Hewson's shoos-strings . 6. Methinks I hear The welch draw near , And from each lock a louse trops ; Ap Shon , ap LLoyd , Will spen'd her ploot , For to defend her mouse-traps : Mounted on her Kifflebagh With coot store of Koradagh , The Pritish war begins . With a hook her was over come her Pluck her to her , thrust her from her , By cot her was preak her shins . Let Ta●●y fret , And welch-hook whet , And troop up pettigrees ; We only tout Tey will stink us out , Wit Leeks and toasted Sheeze . 7. But Iockie now and Iinny comes , Our Brethren must approve on 't ; For pret a Cot dey beat der drums Onely to break de Couvenant . Dey bore Saint Andrew's Crosse , Till our army quite did rout dem , But when we put um to de losse De deal a Crosse about dem : The King and Couvenant they crave , Their cause must needs be further'd ; Although so many Kings they have Most barbarously , basely murther'd . 8. The French. The French-man he will give consent , Though he trickle in our veins ; That willingly VVe may agree , To a marriage with grapes and graines : He conquers us with kindness , And doth so far entrench , That fair , and wise , and young , and rich , Are finified by the French : He prettifies us with Feathers and Fans , VVith Petticoats , Doublets , and Hose ; And faith they shall Be welcome all If they forbear the nose . For love or for fear , Let Nations forbear ; If fortune exhibit a Crown , A coward he Must surely be , That will not put it on . To his Mistresse denying him to lie with her . HAte me dear soul , & say no more you love , If I must onely know what is above ; To kiss your lips and hands , these be but toys , And torments to a Lover , and not joyes . I hate the wanton folly of a kisse , If not a passage to a further blisse ; Men do seek mines in women , and if so , You must give leave to them to dig below : The barren face of earth , since natures arts , Hath hid such treasures in the lower parts : Why you so coy ? youl 'd fain be marryed Before that you would lose your maidenhead ; Then may I claim it as my right and due , The Law doth give it me ; it is not you . If you would have your kindness to be shown Bestow it freely while it is your own . Upon a Christmas Dinner in a Prison . HOld hoops and hinges , burst not I beseech Your ribs with laughing , at my hungry speech ; Hold fast , be sure with both your hands for fear Your sides should burst and spoile your hungry chear . Listen you Plum-broth Bolchins to the fate , Of a distressed prisoner , you that sate And lade your gorgeous mawes with stately chines , And lusty gamones , while poor virtue pines ; Feeding on nothing but thin contemplation And barren thoughts ; pity the sad relation Of the cold feast I kept on Christmas last , More justly may I call 't a solemn fast : When all your mouths in an united motion At meat , walk'd faster then at your devotion Of morning prayers ; I unthought of lay In a dark sullen Chamber , where the day Seem'd but a clear night ; nor could I get , To satisfie poor nature one small bit . It would have turn'd the stomack of a cook , With grief , to see how piteous I did look . The little animals did skip and trice About my musty Cell , there yelped mice ; Alas thought they , will no one us befriend , So much as with a Christmas Candles end ? Well fare the Chandlers wife , and may she bear Each year a Chub , we pray thee nature where The mid-wife leapes to see about the house , A Groaning-Cheese delivered of a mouse : These in my conscience if they could have spake , Had sung the lamentations for my sake , Though I deserv'd no love ; and for my part , I could have eaten them with all my heart . I wish'd my self a prisoner in the Tower , For its allowance sake for half an hour ; A Judges tongue , sopt in his greasie hand , Had been the choicest morsell in the Land. The picking of his teeth too had been rare ; But that so often lick'd with lyes they are . A tender Cou●tier , though scarce sound withall I could have swallowed up , cloaths , legs , and all ; But for a fear , grant pumpt and storm and wind This roguish bit I 'de eat , and had combin'd His carcasse still ; and swallowed whole the evil , Sending his soul the back-way to the devil : I do believe ( such was my hungers force ) I could have eaten my L. Mayors great horse . Thus well-nigh famish'd with conceit I lay , Striving to sleep , and so forget the day ; But I no sooner half asleep could be , But straight my entrails crok'd , and waken'd me : Silence quoth I , you chimes of Christmas noon , And be content to fast with me till soon ; It may be we shall sup , if not I 'le fill My belly with a dream , good guts be still ; But fortune unexpected to prevent Despair , afforded me a limb of Lent : Sure she had strange reason in preferring Before all meats a reverent red Hering . I 'm loath to tell thee plainly what it was , For fear your mouth should water as you pass And wrong this harmless paper by its side , Lay a neglected crust forth roughly dry'd ; That it had been sometimes mi●●ook by one , That rub'd his boots with 't for a pumy stone : Hard fare , be witness heaven , and my jawes That ak'd , and bled , most freely through the flawes The crust had made upon my tender gums , It scowr'd , I thought 't was sand , not white bread crums : This if you will believe a virtuous sinner , VVas my best fare , for my last Christmas dinner : I wish , not having known the like before , I may fare better next , or nere know more ; Sir , since my muse can make no better shift , My Christmas dinner be your next years gift . An Amorous Catch . 1. I See how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes , There was a time , when I did vow To thee alone ; but mark the fate of faces That red and white works now no more on me , Then if it could not charm , or I not see . 2. And yet the face continues good , And I have still desires ; And still the self-same flesh and bloud , As apt to melt , and suffer from those fires : O some kind power unriddle where it lies , VVhether my heart be faulty , or her eyes . 3. She every day her man doth kill , And I as often die ; Neither her power , nor my will VVhere lies the mystery ? Sure beauties Empire like to other states , Hath certain Periods set , and hidden fates . Another . 1. BOast not blind boy that I 'me thy prize , 'T was not thy dart ; But those that feather'd with her eyes , First strook my heart , Thy ill-tutor'd shaft and childish Bow On faintly , loving hearts bestow . 2. I vaunt my flames , and dare defie Those bug-bear fires ; That onely serve to terrifie Fools fond desires . Hold up to such thy painted flame As tremble , when they hear thy name . 3. My breast no fire , nor dart could pierce ; But holy flashes : Swifter then lightning , and more fierce Burnt mine to ashes . Come let them sleep in unknown rest , Since fate decreed their Urn , her brest . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Or the Man-hater . 1. I Can love for an hour , when I 'me at leasure , He that loves half a day sins without measure ; Cupid come tell me , what art hath thy mother To make me love one face , more then another . 2. Men to be thought more wise daily endeavour , To make the world believe they can love ever ; Ladies believe them not , they will deceive you , For when they have their wills , then they will leave you . 3. Men cannot feast themselves with your sweet features , They love variety of charming creatures ; Too much of any thing sets them a cooling , Though they can do nothing they wil be fooling . Another Catch . YOu say you love me , and you swear it too ; But stay Sir 't will not do : I know your oaths , Just as your wearing cloaths ; Whil'st now , and fresh in fashion , But once grown old you lay them by Forgot like words were spoke in passion , I 'le not believe you , I. The Frollique . THere 's none but the glad-man , Compar'd to the mad-man , Whose heart is still empty of care : His fits and his fancies Are above all mischances , And mirth is his ordinary fare : Then be thou mad , And he mad ; Mad all let us be , There 's no men lead lives more merry than we . The Tinkers . 1. HA' you any work for a Tinker mistris ? Old brass , old bowles , old kettles , I 'le mend them all with a faradiddle-twang , And never harm your mettals . 2. But first let me taste a cup of your Ale , To steel me against cold weather , For Tinkers fees , are Vintners Lees , Or Tobacco choose you whether . 3. Then of your Ale , of your nappy Ale , I wish I had a firkin ; For I am old , and very , very cold ; Yet I never wore a Jerkin . The Toper . 1. HOld , hold thy nose to the pot Tom , Tom , And hold thy nose to the pot Tom , Tom ; 'T is thy pot , And my pot ; And my pot , And thy pot : Sing hold thy nose to the pot Tom , Tom. 2. 'T is malt that will cure thy maw Tom , And heal thy distempers in Autumn ; Felix quem facient I prethee be patient , Aliena pericula cautum . 3. Then hold thy nose to the pot Tom , Tom , Hold , hold thy nose to the pot Tom , Tom. There 's neither Parson , nor Vicar , But will tosse off his liquor , Sing hold thy nose to the pot Tom , Tom. Half mild , and half stale . 1. UNderneath the Castle-wall the Queen of love sate mourning , Tearing of her golden locks , her red-rose cheeks adorning ; With her Lilly white hands she smote her brest , And said she was forsaken ; With that the mountains they did skip , And the hills fell all a quaking . 2. Underneath the rotten hedge , the Tinker's wife fate shiting , Tearing of a Cabbidge leaf , her shitten Ar — a wiping ; With her cole-black hands she scratcht her Ar — And swore she was beshitten , With that the Pedlars all did skip , And the Fidlers fell a spitting . A Resolution not to marry . IF she be fair I fear the rest , If she be sweet I 'le hope the best , If she be fair they 'l say she 'l do , If she be foul she 'l do so too . If she be fair she 'l breed suspect , If she be foul she 'l breed neglect . If she be born o' th' bettet sort , Then she doth savour of the Court : If she be of the City born , She 'l give the City arms , the Horn. If she be born of parents base , I scorn her vertues for her place . If she be fair and witty too , I fear the harm her wit may do : If she be fair and do want wit , I love no beauty without it . In brief , be what she will , I 'm one That can love all , but will wed none . Another . 1. I Am resolv'd in my belief , No woman has a soul But to delude , that is the chief To which their fancies roul ; Else , why should my Aemilia fail , When she her faith had given : Since oaths , that either ears assail , Recorded are in Heaven . 2. But as the Chymists glowing fire Swels up his hope of prize , Untill the spirits quite expire , And so his fortune dies : So , though they seem to chirp and speak What we do most implore ; They but enflame us till we break , And never mind us more . Song . I Prethee sweet heart grant me my desire , For I 'm thrown as the old Proverb goes ; Out of the frying-pan into the fire , And there is none that will pity my woes ; Then hang or drown'd thy self my muse , For there is not a T. to chuse . Most maides prove coy of late , though they seem holyer , Yet I believe they are all of a kind ▪ Like will to like , quoth the Devil to the Collier ; They will prove true when the Devil is blind , Let no may yield to their desire ; For the burnt childe still dreads the fire . What though my love as white as a Dove is ? Yet you would say if you knew all within , That shitten come shites the beginning of Love is ; And for her favour I care not a pin ; No love of mine she e're shall be , Sir reverence of your company . Though her disdainfulness my heart hath cloven , Yet I am of so stately a mind , Nere to creep into her arse to bake in her oven : 'T is an old Proverb , that cat will to kind ; No , I will say untill I die , Farewel and behang'd , that 's twice god buy . Alas no rejoycing or comfort I can take , In her that regards not the worth of a lover , A T. is as good for a sow as a pancake : Swallow this Gudging , I 'le fish for another ; She nought regards my aking heart , Tell a mare a tale , and she 'l let a fart . I am as sure as my shooes are made of leather Without good advice , or fortunate helps We two shall never set our horses together , This is so like a Bear that is rob'd of her whelps ; Therefore of me it shall nere be said I have brought an old house upon my head . Fall back , fall edge , I never will bound be , To make a match with tag rag or longtale ; Best is best cheap if I miss not the naile ; Shall I toile gratis in their durt ? First they shall do as doth my shurt . Solicitation to a marryed Woman . THou dost deny me cause thou art a wife , Know she that 's marryed lives a single life That loves but one ; abhor the nuptial curse Ty'd thee to him , for better and for worse . Variety delights the active bloud , And women the more common the more good : As all goods are , their 's no adultery ; And marriage is the worst monopoly . The learned Roman Clergy admits none Of theirs to marry ; they love all , not one ; And every Nun can teach you 't is as meet , To change your bed-fellow , as smock or sheet : Say , would you be content onely to eat Mutton or Beef , and taste no other meat ? It would grow loathsome to you , and I know , You have two pallats , and the best below . Tom of Bedlam . FRom forth the Elizian fields A place of restlesse soules , Mad Maudlin is come , to seek her naked Tom , Hells fury she controules : The damned laugh to see her , Grim Pluto●colds ●colds and frets , Caron is glad to see poor Maudlin mad , And away his boat he gets : Through the Earth , through the Sea , through unknown iles Through the lofty skies Have I sought with sobs and cryes For my hungry mad Tom , and my naked sad Tom , Yet I know not whether he lives or dies . My plaints makes Satyrs civil , The Nimphs forget their singing ; The Fairies have left their gambal and their theft The plants and the trees their springing . Mighty Leviathan took a Consumption , Triton broke his Organ , Neptune despis'd the Ocean ; Flouds did leave their flowing , Churlish winds their blowing , And all to see poor Maudlins action . The Torrid Zone left burning , The Deities stood a striving , Despised Iove from Iuno took a glove , And strook down Ran from whistling . Mars for fear lay couching , Apollo's cap was fir'd ; Poor Charles his wain was thrown into the main , The nimble Post lay tir'd . Saturn , Damas , Vulcan , Venus , All lay husht and drunk , Hells fire through heaven was rim , Fates and men remorseless Hated our grief and ho●●sness , And yet not one could tell of Tom. Now whi●her shall I wander ? Or whi●her shall I flye ? The heavens do weep , the earth , the air , the deeps Are wearied with my cry . Let me up and steal the Trumpet That summons all to doom ; At one poor blast the Elements shall cast All creatures from her womb . Dyon with his Heptune , Death with destruction , Stormy clouds and weather , Shall call all souls together . Against I find my Tomkin I le provide a Pumkin , And we will both be blithe together . A Song . SIR Egley More that valiant Knight , With his fa-la , lanctre down dille ; He fetcht his sword and he went to fight With his fa-la , and his lanctre down dille ; As he went over hill and dale , All clothed in his coat of male , With his fa-la , his fa-la , and his lanctre down dille● A huge great Draggon leaps out of his den , With his Which had kill'd the Lord knows how many men , With his But when he saw Sir Egley More , Good lack had you seen how this Draggon did 〈◊〉 , With his This Draggon he had on a plaguy hide , With his Which could both sword and spear abide , With his He could not enter with hacks and cuts , VVhich vext the Knight to the heart bloud and guts ; VVith his All the trees in the wood did shake , VVith his Stars did tremble and man did quake , VVith his But had you seen how the birds lay peeping , T' would have made a mans heart to a fallen a weeping . VVith his , &c. But now it was too late to fear , VVith his For now it was come to ●ight dog , fight bear , VVith his And as a yawning he did fall , He thrust his sword in hilts and all . VVith his But now as the Knight in choller did burn , With his He ow'd the Dragon a shrew'd good turn ; With his In at his mouth his sword he bent , The hilt appeared at his fundament . VVith his Then the Dragon like a Coward began to fly VVith his Unto his Den that was hard by ; With his And there he laid him down and roar'd ; The Knight was vexed for his sword , With his The Sword it was a right good blade With his As ever Turk or Spaniard made ; With his I for my part do forsake it , And he that will fetch it , let him take it . With his , &c. When all this was done to the Ale-house he went With his And by and by his two pence he spent ; VVith his For he was so hot with tugging with the Dragon , That nothing could quench him but a whole Flagon . VVith his Now God preserve our King and Queen , VVith his And eke in London may be seen , VVith his As many Knights and as many more , And all so good as Sir Eglemore . VVith his , &c. Cupid and the Clown . AS Cupid took his bow and bolt Some birding for to find , He chanced on a Country Swain Which was some Yeomans hinde . Clown . VVell met fair boy , what sport abroad ? It is a goodly day ; The birds will ●it this frosty morn , You cannot chuse but s●ay . Go haste , why Sir ? your eyes be out , You will not bird I trow ; Alas go home , or else I think The birds will laugh at you . Cupid . VVhy man ? thou dost deceive thy self , Or else my mother lyes , VVho said although that I were blind , My arrowes might have eyes . Clown . VVhy then thy mother is a Voole , And thou art but an elfe , To let thy arrowes to have eyes , And go without thy self . Cup. Not ●o Sir Swain , but hold your peace , If I do take a shaft ; I 'le make thee know what I can do , VVith that the plough-man laught . The angry Cupid drew his bow , Clo. For God sake kill me not ; Cup. I 'le make thy Leather-head to crake . Clo. Nay childe be loath of that . The stinging arrow hot the mark , And pierc'd the silly soul ; You might know by his hollow eyes VVhether love had made the hole . And ●o the Clown went bleeding home , To stay it was no boot ; And knew that he could see to hi● , VVhich could not see to shoot . A Song . SIr Francis , Sir Francis , Sir Francis his son , Sir Robert and eke Sir William did come And eke the good Earl of Southampton March't on his way most gallantly ; And then the Queen began to speak : You are welcome home Sir Francis Drake ; Then came my Lord Chamberlain , and with his white staffe , And all people began for to laugh . The Queens Speech . Gallants all of British bloud , VVhy do not ye saile on th' Ocean flood ? I protest ye are not all worth a Philberd , Compared with Sir Humphrey Gilberd . The Queens Reason . For he walkt forth in a rainy day , To the new-found Land he took his way , With many a gallant fresh and green ; He never come home agen , God bless the Queen . A Song . O Thou that sleep'st like Pig in straw , Thou Lady dear , Arise , Arise , Arise , Hoping to keep thy son in awe , Thy little twinkling eyes . And having stretcht both leg and arme , Put on thy whiter smock ; And for to keep thy body warm , Thy Peticoat and Dock . The shops were open'd long ago , And youngest Prentise go ho hoes , To lay at 's Mistress chamber door His masters shining shoes . Arise , arise , why should you sleep , Since you have slept enough ? Long since French boyes cry'd Chimny-sweep , And Damsels Kitchin-stuff . A Song . NOne but my self my heart do keep , A● I on Cowslip bed did sleep , Near to a pleasant boge ; Where thou my pretty ●ogue , With Knuckles knocking at my breast , Did ask for my three-corner'd guest , And whisphering said as soft as voice might be , Come forth thou little rogue to me . A thousand thousand fiends as black as foot , With all their dirty damms to boot , Take thee , O take thee every day , For stealing I and my poor heart away . This heart of mine for joy did leap , And follow'd thee even step by step ; Till tired at the last , 't was thick , and plump , and round before , Weighing a full pound weight and more : And now it 's sunk unto the skin , And is no bigger than head of pin . A thousand thousand fiends as black as ●oot , With all their durty damms to boot . A Song . ANdrew and Maudlin , Rebecca and Will , Margret and Thomas , and Iocky and Mary Kate of the Kitchin , and Kit of the mill , Dick the plow-boy , and Ioan of the Dairy , To solace their lives and to sweeten their labor , They met on a time with a pipe and a tabor . Andrew was clothed in shepherds gray , And Will had put on his holiday-Jacket ; Beck had a Peticoat of Popinjay , And Meg had a Ribbond hung down to her placket ; Meg and Molly in frize , Tom and Iackie in leather , And so they began to foot it together . Their head and their arms about them they flang With all the might and the force that they had ; Their legs were like flails , and as loosly hang , For they cudgel'd their arses as if they 'd been mad ; Their faces did shine , and their fires did kindle , And here they did trip it and turn like a spindle . Andrew chuckt Maudlin under the chin , Simper she did like a Furmity-kettle ; The sound of her blober-lips made such a din As if her chops had been made of bell-mettle : Kate laughing heartily at the same smack , She presently answers it with a bum-crack . At no Whitson-ale was ever yet seen Such friskers and frekers as those lads and lasses ; The sweat it run down their face to be seen , And sure much more run down from their arses ; Nay , had you been there you might well have sworn , You had ne're beheld the like since you were born . Here they did fling and there they did hoyt , Here a hot breath , and there went a savour ; Here they did glance and there they did lout , Here they did simper and there they did slabor ; Here was a hand and there was a ●lacket , While their skirts and their breeches went a ●●●ket a flacket . The Dance being ended , they sweat and they stank , The maidens did smerk , and the young men did kiss 'um , Cakes and ale flew about , they clapt hands and they drunk , They laught and they giggl'd untill they bepist 'um , Thus every young man gave each a greene mantle , While their breasts and their bellies went a pintle-te pantle . The Ghost . 1. T Is late and cold , stir up the fire , Sit close , and draw the table nigher ; Be merry and drink wine that is old , A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold . 2. Your beds of wanton flesh the best , Come ye and tumble to your rest : I could well wish you wenches to , But I am dead and cannot do . 3. Call for the best till the house doth ring , Sack , VVhite , Claret , let them bring , And tope apace whilst breath you have , You I find but cold drink in the grave . 4. Partriges , Plovers for your dinner , And a Capon for the sinner , You shall have ready when you are up , And your horse shall have his sup . Welcom , welcom , shall flye round , And I will laugh though under ground . The Priests Anthem . DEus , deus meus , Alta luce vigilo , In veritatibus . There was a Fryer of the sconce , And he could not say his Skence , He laid the maid down upon suspence , O it was for little good ! His name was Little Sir Walter , And he could not say his Psalter , But stood quivering behind the altar , Yet Lord , how his man-Kellam stood ! Onus , unus , verbum omnibus . Fryer Thomas came to Ninus , Desiring her to do him a pleasure . O good Sir , quoth she , I 'le tell you most certainly , When you shall find me at leisure . Then he took her up in his armibus . And he carried her into a cornibus , At the farther end of all the Cloyster ; He laid her down upon her bum , Ovis , in nobis , profectum , And there he opened hed Oyster . The Huntsman . 1. OF all the sports the world doth yield , Give me a pack of hounds in field , Whose eccho sounds shrill through the sky , Makes Iove admire our harmony , And wish that he a mortal were , To see such pleasures we have here . 2. Some do delight in Masks and Playes , And in Diana's Holy dayes . Let Venus act her chiefest skill , If I dislike I 'le please my will ; And choose such as will last , And not to surfeit when I tast . 3. Then I will tell you a sent , Where many a horse was almost spent , In Chadwel Close a hare we found , That led us all a smoking round ; O're hedge and ditch away she goes , Admiring her approaching foes . 4. But when she felt her strength to waste , She parlyed with the hounds in haste . The Hare . You gentle dogs forbear to kill A harmless beast that ne'r did ill : And if your masters sport do crave ▪ I 'le lead a sent as they would have . 5. The Hounds . Away , away , thou art alone , Make haste we say , and get thee gone ; We 'l give thee leave for half a mile , To see if thou canst us beguile : But then expect a thundering cry , Made by us and our company . 6. The Hare . Then since you set my life so light , I 'le make Black lovely turn to white ; And York-shire Gray , that runs at all I 'le make him wish in his stall ; And Sorrel , he that seems to fly , I 'le make him sickly e're he die . 7. Let Burham Bay do what he can , And Barton Gray , which now and than Doth strive to winter up my way ; I 'le neither make him sit nor play . And constant Robin , though he lie At his advantage , what care I ? 8. But here Kit Bolton did me wrong , As I was running all along ; For with one pat he made me so , That I went reeling too and fro : Then , if I die your masters tell , That fool did ring my passing-Bell . 9. But if your masters pardon me , I 'le lead them all to Througabby ; Where constant Robin keeps a room To welcome all the Guests that come , To laugh , and quaff in Wine , and Beer A full C●rouze to their Career . 10. The Hounds . Away , away , since 't is our nature To kill thee , and no other creature , Our masters they do want a bit ; And thou wilt well become the spit : They eat the flesh , we pick the bone , Make haste we say , and get thee gone . 11. The Hare . Your masters may abate their chear , My meat is dry ; and Butter dear ; And if with me they 'de make a friend , They had better give a pudding's end : Besides once dead , then sport they 'l lack , And I must hang on the Huntsman's back . 12. The Hounds . Alas poor Hare we pity thee , If with our nature 't would agree , But all thy doubling shifts we fear Will not prevent thy death so near . Then make thy Will , for it may be that May save thee ; else , we know not what . 13. Then I do give my body free , Unto your masters courtesie ; And if they 'l spare till sport be scant , I 'le be their game , when they do want : But when I 'm dead each greedy hound Will trail my entrails on the ground . 14. VVere ever dogs so basely crost ? Our masters call us off so fast , That we the sent have almost lost ; And they themselves must lose the roast , VVherefore , kind Hare we pardon you : Thanks gentle Hounds , and so Adieu . The Reform'd University . DAme Learning of late is fled the Land , Foul befal her suitors all , That could in her way no longer stand . Diogenes come , seek up and down At noon bright , with lanthorne and light To see if she be hid under a Gown . Thus the whole University pry , From the grand Doctor to the small fry Peep here , and peep there , the devil a scholler you 'l spy . The freshman that before he has eaten , All to gabbles his Predicables , Breaks his fast upon butter'd Seaton : VVho when he comes home to his mother confut's her Talking bigger of casting a figure In conjuring Sophoms , made by his tutor . Thus the whole University pry , &c. The Soph when speech extempore makes , Thinks he flyes in the skies , When a jest in false Latin he makes : Then led in triumph to the Sack tuns Thinks it fit to be drunk in wit VVhilst a tilt the Philosopher runs . Thus through the whole University pry , &c. The Doctor that comes up with his man , Promising Nan to commence if he can , And to buy mistriss Doctress a Fan ; That his wife may sit above and go finer , His silver he spends , and his Latin ends Venturing far to deny the minor Thus through the whole University , &c. At his act he was sullen in the fight , And would not answer : yet anon , Sir He 'l invite you kindly at night ; Though the poor Knight be cast off his crupper , And shrewdly fears he has wrong'd your ears He 'l make your pallats amends at supper . Thus the whole University , &c. The Emperik that to kill do's his endeavour Whilst he framed diseased names Able to cast a man into a Feaver : When he comes to dispute in form and matter , Looking as pale as his Urinal Shakes his head as he were casting of water . Thus the whole University , &c. The Lawyer that comes up with his grace , Forgetting in hast his Latin is cast , And abus'd into a pitiful case ; Then vext't with Priscian will not faile ( Though the action be of Battery ) To break his head , and cut off his taile . Thus through the whole University , &c. The Schcoolman his time in Nonsence spends , Breaks his brain about Captain , Sweats to make Scotus and Thomas good friends Learnedly scolding with reason doth cuffe ; Without doubt of the truth is out And sans question is wise enough . Thus the whole University , &c. The School-Divine that troubles his sence , If created he were in Paradise : Whether Adam did eat it in innocence ; If the apple was par'd that was eat at the fall , What need they had of a taylors trade , What thread the fig-leaves were sowed withall . Thus the whole University , &c. The Preacher that with fury doth rush on The Pulpit , threats and all to beats The thred-bare conscience of the poo● cushion Who from a Coblers stall is driven , Soules to mend to th' everlasting end , And sets 'em upright in the way to heaven . Thus the whole University , &c. Against the Pope poor man he takes on , All Bellarmine thwacks ; till his head akes Scourging the VVhore of Babylon : The roast-meat suffers for the sinner ; Till folk devout with the glasse run out , Swearing 't is heresie to lose their dinner . Thus the whole University , &c. The Orator that is bound to wear Sattin With his tantum's , and his quantum's On Tullies head seizes a part of his Latin : VVith Rhetorick cringe , to Embassadors prate , In metaphor fine with trope divine ; VVith a high timber'd stile , and a stately gate . Thus the whole University , &c. And to the Chancellour makes a great face Swell'd in puff-paste of Eloquence vast : The phrases in Godwins Antiquities trace . With ale-conceit like a herring bloat , With a candi'd voice , and action choice , Like a Gentleman with a bur in his throat . Thus the whole University , &c. The Poet that with the nine muses lies , Till he betrays some bastard playes , And undoes the Colledge with Comedies Though he anew translate rhe Psalmes , Sings painted laies for holy dayes ; Abuses devotion in Epigrames . Thus the whole University , &c. The Schoolmaster that makes many a martyr , Boyes can teach , and to women preach , For his half Crown once in a quarter : He laies about like a Demi-God , Picking riches out of their breeches , With a construing face , and a piercing rod. Thus the whole University , &c. The Freshman is simple , the Soph too false , The Philosopher sad , the Poet mad ; The Physitian weak , the Lawyer false , The Orator cold , the Preacher too hot ; The master of the school , and 's man a fool , The Divine too curious , and Doctor a sot . Thus through the whole University pry , From the grand Doctor to the small fry , And peep here , and peep there , the devil a Scholler you 'l spy . The shiftlesse Student . IN a melancholly study , None but my self , Methought my muse grew muddy , After seven years reading , And costly breeding I felt but could find no pelfe . Into learned wrags I have rent my plush and satten , And now am fit to beg in Hebrew , Greek , and Latin ; Instead of Aristotle would I had got a pattent . Alas poor schollar ! whether wilt thou go ? Cambridge now I must leave thee And follow Fate , Colledge hopes deceive me ; I oft expected To have been elected , But desert is reprobate . Masters of Colledges have no common graces , And those that have fellowships have but common places , And those that schollers are , they must have handsome Faces . Alas , &c. I have bow'd , I have bended , And all in hope One day to be befriended ; I have preach'd , I have printed , VVhat e're I hinted To please our English Pope . I worshipt toward the East but the sun does now forsake me , I find that I am falling , the Northern winds do shake me ; VVould I had been upright , for bowing now will break me . Alas poor scholler , &c. At great preferment I aimed VVitnesse my silk , But now my hopes are mained ; I lookt lately To live most stately On a Dairy of Bell-ropes-milk . But now alas ! my self I must not flatter ; Bigamy of steeples is grown a hanging matter , Each man must have but one , and Curates will grow fatter . Alas , &c. Into some Country Village Thither will I go , VVhere neither tith , nor tillage The greedy Patron , And parch'd Matron Swear to the Church they owe. These if I can preach and pray too on a sudden And confute the Pope at adventures without studying . Then ten pound a year , besides a Sunday pudding . Alas , &c. All the arts I have skill in Divine and humane Are not worth a shilling : VVhen the women hear me , They do but jeere me , And say I am profane . Once I remember I preached with a weaver , I quoted Austine , he quoted Dod and Cleaver ; I nothing got , he got a cloake and beaver . Alas , &c. Ships , ships , ships , I discover Crossing the maine ; Shall I in , and over , Turn Jew or Atheist , Turk or Papist , To Geneva or Amsterdam ? Bishopricks are voiding , Scotland shall I thither ? Or follow Windebank , or Finch to see if either Do want a Priest to shrieve them ? O no 't is blustring weather ! Alas , &c. Ho , Ho , Ho , I have hit it , Peace goodman fool Thou hast a trade will fit it ; Draw thy Indenture , Be bound at adventure An aprentise to a free-school . There thou mayst command by William Lillys Charter ; There thou mayst whip , strip , hang and draw , and quarter ; And commit to the red rod , both Tom , and Will , and Arthur . I , I , 't is thither , thither will I go . The Townsmen's Petition to the King that Cambridge might be made a City . NOw scholers look unto it , For you will all be undone , For the last week you know it The townsmen rid to London . The mayor if that he thrives , Has promis'd on his word , The King a paire of knives If he 'l grant him a sword ; That he may put the Beadles down , And walk in worship here ; And kill all Schollers in the town , That thus do domineere . And then unto the Court They do themselves repaire , To make the King some sport , And all his Nobles there . He down upon his knee , Both he and they together ; A sword he cryes ( good King give me ) That I may cut a feather . There 's none at all I have at home VVill fit my hand I swear ; But one of yours will best be come A sword to domineere . These schollers keep such reaks , As makes us all afraid ; For if to them a townsman speak They will pull off his beard . But if your Grace such licence gives , Then let us all be dead ; If each of us had not as live He should pull off his head . They call us silly Dunkirks too , VVe know not why nor where ; All this they do , and more then this , Cause they will domineere . A speech , if I do make , That has much learning in 't ; A scholler comes and takes't And sets it out in print . We dare not touch them for our lives ; ( Good King have pity on us ) For first they play opon our wives , And then make Songs upon us . Would we had power to put , And turn on them the jeer ! Then we 'd do the best we could But we would domineere . They stand much on their wit , We know not what it is : But surely had we liked it , We had got some e're this . But since it will no better be , We are constrain'd to frame Petitions to your Majesty These witty ones to tame . A sword would scare them all ( I say ) And put them in great fear ; A sword therefore ( good King ) we pray , That we may domineere . Which if your Grace permits , VVee 'l make them look about 'um ; But yet they are such pleasant wits VVe cannot live without ' um . They have such pretty arguments To run upon our score ; They say fair words , and good intents Are worth twice as much more : And that a Clown is highly grac'd To sit a scholler near ; And thus we are like fools out-fac'd , And they do domineere . Now if you will renew , To us your Graces Charter ; Wee 'l give a ribbond blew To some Knight of the Garter : A cap also we want , And maintenance much more ; And yet these schollers brag and vaunt As if they had good store . But not a penny we can see , Save once in twice seven year ; They say it is no policy Dunkerks should domineere . Now reason , reason eryes alas ! Good Lordlings mark it well ; A scholler told me that it was A perfect parallel . Their case and ours so equal stands , As in a way-scale true ; A pound of Candles in each hand Will neither higher shew . Then prethee listen to my speech , As thou shalt after hear : And then I doubt it not ( my Liege ) But we shall domineere . Vice-chancellours they have , And we have mayors wise ; ( grave VVith Proctours , and with taskers Our Bailiffes we may seize . Their silver staves keep much adoe , Much more our silver Maces ; And so methinks our Sergeants too Their Beadle-squires out-faces . And if we had a sword I think , Along the street to bear ; T' would make the proudest of 'em shrink And we should domineere . They have Patrons of Nobility , And we have our partakers : They 'ave Doctors of Divinity , And we our basket-makers : Their heads are our brethren dear , Their Fellowes our housholders ; Shall match them , and we think to bear Them down by head and shoulders . A sword therefore good King , we pray That we may keep them there ; Since every dog must have his day , Let us once domineere . When they had made the King to laugh And see one kiss his hand , Then little mirth they make , as if His mind they understand . Avoid the room an Usher cryes , The King would private sup ; And so they all came down like fools As they before went up . They cry'd God blesse his Majesty , And then no doubt ( they sweare ) They 'le have the town made a City , And there to domineere . But wot you what the King did think , And what his meaning was ; I vow unto you by this drink A rare device he has . His Majesty has pen'd it , That they 'l be ne're the better ; And so he meanes to send it All in a Latin letter ; Which when it comes for to be read , It plainly will appear ; The townsmen they must hang the head , And the schollers must domineere . The draining of the Fennes . THe up-land people are full of thoughts , And do despair of after-rain ; Now the sun is rob'd of his mornings draughts They 're afraid they shall never have shower again . Then apace , apace drink , drink deep , drink deep , Whilst 't is to be had lets the liquor ply ; The drainers are up , and a coile they keep , And threaten to drain the Kingdom dry . Our smaller rivers are now dry land , The Eeles are turn'd to serpents there ; And if old father Thames play not the man Then farewel to all good English Beer . Then apace , apace drink , &c. The Dutchman hath a thirsty soul , Our Cellars are subject to his call : Let every man then lay hold on his boul 'T is pity the German-Sea should have all . Then apace , apace drink , &c. Our new Philosophers rob us of fire , And by reason do strive do maintaine that theft ; And now that the water begins to retire We shall shortly have never an Element left . Then apace , apace drink , &c. Why should we stay here then and perish with thirst ? To th' new world in the moon away let us goe ; For if the Dutch colony get thither first , 'T is a thousand to one but they 'l drain that too . Then apace , apace drink , &c. Non-sense . OH that my lungs could bleat like butter'd pease ! But bleating of my lungs hath caught the itch , And are as mangy as the Irish seas , That doth ingender wind-mills on a bitch . I grant that Rain-bows being lull'd asleep , Snort like a woodknife in a Ladies eyes ; Which makes her grieve to see a pudding creep , For creeping puddings onely please the wise . Not that a hard-roe'd Herring should presume To swing a tithe-pig in a Cat-skin purse ; For fear the hailstones which did fall at Rome , By lessening of the fault should make it worse . For 't is most certain winter wool-sacks grow From geese to swans , if men could keep them so , Till that the sheep-shorn Planets gave the hint To pickle Pancakes in Geneva print . Some men there were that did suppose the skye Was made of carbonado'd antidotes : But my opinion is , a whales left eye Need not be coyned all King - Harry-groats : The reason 's plain , for Charons western barge Running a-tilt at the Subjunctive mood , Beckned to Bednal-green , and gave him charge To fatten Pad-locks with Antartick food . The end will be the mill-pools must be laded , To fish for whitepots in a countrey dance ; So they that suffer'd wrong and were upbraded , Shall be made friends in a left-handed trance . In praise of Ale. WHenas the Chilly Rock once blows , And winter tells a heavy tale , When Pyes , and Daws , and Rooks , and Crows Sit cursing of the frosts and snows ; Then give me ale . Ale in Saxon Rumken then , Such as will make grim Malkin prate , Rouseth up valour in all men , Quickens the poets wit and pen , Despiseth fate . Ale that the absent battle fights , And frames the march of Swedish drums , Disputes the Princes laws and rights , And what is past and what 's to come , Tells mortal wights . Ale that the plow-mans heart up-keeps , And equals it with Tyrants thrones ; That wipes the eye that over-weeps , And lulls in soft and secure sleeps The weary'd bones . Grandchild of Ceres , Barley's daughter , Wine 's emulous neighbour , if but stale ; Ennobling all the Nymphs of water , And filling each mans heart with laughter . Ha , ha , give me ale . A Riddle of a Goosberry . THere is a bush fit for the nonce , That beareth pricks and precious stones , The fruit of which most Ladies pull ; 'T is round , and smooth , and plump , and full , It yields rare moisture , pure and thick , And seldom makes a Lady sick ; They put it in , and then they move it , Which makes it melt , and then they love it : So what was round , and plump , and hard , Grows lanck , and thin , and poor , and mar'd ; The sweetness suckt , their holes wipe they And throw the empty skin away . A Bull Prologue . YOu that do sitting stand to see our Play Which must this night be acted , here to day , Be silent pray , though you aloud do talk Stir not a foot , though up and down you walk ; For every silent noise the Players see Will make them mute , and speak full angerly ; But go not yet , untill you do depart And unto us your smiling frownes impart ; And we most thankless thankful will appear , And waite upon you home ; but yet stay here . Another Prologue . BE blithe Fobdodles ! for my author knows How to delight your eyes , your ears , your nose ; But first of all your eyes shall pleased be With cloth of Gold , Tyssue and Taffare : Blow but your nose , and purifie that sense , For you shall smell perfumes and franckincense And eke soft musick : therefore sit you still , Smile like the Lilly flower , whilst trumpets sound , And our endeavours with your love be ctown'd . An Epilogue upon the honest Lawyer . Gentlemen , HE that wrote this Play ne'er made Play before And if this like not , ne're will write Play more And so he bid me tell you . Loves Progresse . WHo ever loves , if he do not propose The right true end of love ; he 's one that goes To sea , for nothing but to make him sick , ●nd love 's a bear-whelp born , if over lick Our love ; and cause it new strange forms to take We erre ; and of a lump a monster make . Were not a Calf a mons●et , that was grown ●ac'd like a man , though better then his own . ●●●fection is in Unity , so prefer ●he woman first : and then one thing in her . ● where I value Gold , may think upon ●he purity , the application ; The wholesomness , the ingenuity ; From rust , from soil , from fire for ever free ; But if I love it , 't is because its made By ( our new nature ) use , the soul of trade : All this in women we might think upon , If women had them , and yet love but one . Can men more injure women than to say , They love for that , by which they are not they Makes vertue woman ? must I cool my bloud Till I both find and see one wise and good ? May barren angels love so : but if we Make love to woman , vertue is not she ; As beauty is not , nor wealth ; he that strayes thu● From her to hers is more adulterous , Than he that took her maid . Search every sphere And firmament , our Cupid is not there : He 's an infernal god , and under ground With Pluto dwells , where gold and fire abound Men to such gods their sacrificing coals , Laid not on altars , but in pits and holes . Although we see celestial bodies move Above the earth , the earth we till and love : So we her heirs contemplate , words and heart , And vertues , but we love the centrique part . Nor is the soul more worthy or more fit For love than that , as infinite as it . But in attaining this desired place , How much they erre that set out at the face ? The hair a forrest is of ambushes , Of springs , snares , fetters and manicles : The brow becalms us , when 't is smooth & plain , And when 't is wrinkled , shipwrecks us again : Smooth , 't is a Paradise , where we would have Immortal stay : and wrinkled , 't is our grave . The nose like to the first meridian runs , Not twixt an East and West , but twixt two suns : It leaves a cheek a rosie hemisphere On either side , and then directs us where Upon the Islands fortunate we fall , Not faint Canaries , but ambrosial , Her swelling lips : to which when we are come , We anchor there , and think our selves at home : For they sing all their Syrens songs , and there Wise Delphick Oracles do fill the ear : There in a creek , where chosen pearls do swell The remora , her cleaving tongue doth dwell . Those , and the promontary fair , her Chin O're past ; and the straight Hellespont between The Sestos and Abidos of her brests , ( Not of two lovers , but two loves she nests ) Succeeds a boundless sea , but that thine eye Some Island moles may scattered there discry : And sailing towards her India in that way , Shall at her fair Atlantick Navel stay : Though thence the torrent be thy Pilot made , Yet ere thou come where thou wouldst be imbay'd , Thou shalt upon another forrest set : Where many shipwreck , and no farther get . VVhen thou art there , consider well this chace Mispent , by the beginning at the face . Rather set on 't below ; practise my art , Some symitry the foot hath with that part Which thou dost seek , and is as map for that ; Lovely enough to stoop , but not stay at : Least subject to disguise and change it is ; Men say the Devil-never can change his : It is the embleme that hath figured Firmness , 't is the first part that comes to bed . Civility we see refin'd ; the kiss Which at the face begun , transplanted is Since to the hand , since to th' Imperial knee , Now at the Papal foot delights to be . If Kings think that the nearer way , and do Kiss from the foot , lovers may do so too . For as free Spheres move faster far than can Birds , whom the air resists ; so may that man Which goes the empty and aetherial wayes ; Than if at beauties elements he stayes . Rich Nature hath in women wisely made Two purses , and their mouths aversly laid : Thus they which to the lower tribute owe , That way which that Exchequer looks , must go : He which doth not , his error is as great ; As who by Glister gives the stomach meat . I. D. A Song . OF all Occupations that now aday is used , I would not be a butcher for he 's to be refused : For whatsoever is gotten , or whatsoever is gain'd , He shall be called kill Cow , and so he shall be nam'd ; Low quoth the Cow , Blea quoth the calf , he calls to his wife for a rope , He makes her pull till her heart doth break , For fear he would cut her throat . The Tinker . For he sits all day quaffing and turning over the boul , And goes about from house , to house , to stop the good wifes hole ; ●ing quoth the metal , sound quoth the kettle , He calls to his wife for a hammer , He goes about from town to town Most like a Rogue in manner . A Taylor . For he sits all day pricking and wearing of his bones , He thrusts his needle through the seames And kills nine lice at once ; Snap quoth the sheares , bounce quoth the board , He calls to his wife for an iron , He burns himself all in the hand As if he had been a Felon . A Shoomaker . For he sits all day whisking and drawing forth of his thred , His foot is alway in the stirrop , yet seldom doth he ride ; Whiffe quoth the whetstone , rap quoth the dresser He calls to his wife for thred : He plucks the brisles from off the hogs back , And all for very pure need . A Black-smith . For he shooes many horses , that are both wilde and tame , And often times doth catch a knock , and so the smith goes lame : Knor quoth the horse , gip quoth the smith , he calls to his wife to blow , He flings the fire about the house , 't will scar the Devil I trow ▪ A Cooper . For he sits all day hooping and mending of a barrel , So let the knave have drink enough , he cares for no apparell ; Squirt quoth the can , drunk was the man He calls to his wife for his addis To stop a hole in her boulting tub , for he looks like on that mad is . A Baker . For he sits all day a bunting and bending of his knee , And if his bread be too little weight , the Pillory is his fee. Away goes the Baker , up goeth the ladder In goes his head to the hole , And all because his bread wants weight , According to the tole . A Weaver . For he earnes his money hardly & many of them complain , The Clothier takes away the thrumes , which was the weavers gain ; Whur quoth the trickle , quish quoth the shuttle , he calls to his wife for quills , They knit many a knot , in a thred-bare coat full sore against their wills . A Laywer . For hee l tell you many prittle prattle , and many a pretty thing , And when he hath your money got , you may go pipe and sing ; Squirt quoth the ink , blur quoth the pen , he calls to his wife for paper , There is no man in all the land , that will so cog and flatter . A Semster . And of all occupations that ever came in my mind , I would not be a Semster although she be so fine ; For she sits all day sowing , and hanging down of her head , And oftentimes she steals a kiss , whilst better she would be sped : Snip quoth the Scissers , rent quoth the cloth , and still she hath an eye to the door , Her husband he may sing Cuckoo , for she will play the who there ? A Saylor . And of all occupations that ever yet was named , Saylors they be Gentlemen , for so they must be termed ; For they sail far and near their Countrey to advance , They sail against the foaming seas in danger of mischance : Hard blows the gales , down goes the sails , 't is too late to call to his wife ; They shut themselves upon the rocks in danger of their life . Beggar . And of all occupations Begging is the best , Whensoever he is weary he may lay him down to rest ; For howsoe're the world goes they never take any care ; And whatsoever they beg or get they spend it in good fare . Up goes the staff , down goes the wallet , To the alehouse they go with speed ; They spend many a pot , they care not for the shot , This is the best occupation indeed . This hath his doxy , another is almost foxy , They have still a peny to their need , They drink many a pot , they care not for the shot : This is the best trade indeed . With a hey down derry , they 'l be full merry , Though the marshal stand at the dore ; VVhen their money is done , they 'l have more before noon , Or drink upon the score . Ver. Who liveth so merrily in all this land , As doth the poor widow that sells her sand ? Cho. And ever she singeth as I can guess , Will you buy any sand , any sand , mistress ? Ver. The Brooman maketh his living most sweet , With carrying of brooms from street to street . Cho. Who would desire a pleasanter thing , Than all the day long to do nothing but sing ? Ver. The Chimney-sweeper all the long day , He singeth and sweepeth the soot away . Cho. Yet when he comes home although he be weary , With his prety sweet wife he maketh full merry . Ver. The Cobler he sits cobling till noon , And cobleth his shoes till they be done : Cho. Yet doth he not fear , and so doth say , His work will not last many a day . Ver. The merchant man he doth sail on the seas , And lies on the ship-board with little ease : Cho. For alwayes he doubts the rocks are near , how can he be merry and make good chear ? Ver. The husbandman all day goeth to plow , And when he comes home he servern his sow : Cho. He moileth and toileth all the long year , How can he be merry and make good chear ? Ver. The Serving-man waiteth from street to street , With blowing to his nails and beating his feet : Cho. And serveth for forty shillings a year , T is impossible , t is impossible to make good chear . Ver. Who liveth so merry and maketh such sport As those that be of the poorer sort ? Cho. The poorest sort wheresoever they be , They gather together by one , two and three . Bis. And every man will spend his peny , What makes such a shot amongst a great many ? Another . WIth an old mothy coat & a mamsey nose With an old thred-bare Jerkin rub'd out at elbowes , With an old dagger to scar away the crowes , With an old long sword all to be hackt with blowes : Cho. It was an old souldier of the Queens , Oh the Queens old souldier . With an old Gun and his Bandileers , With an old head-piece to keep warm his ears ; With an old pair of boots drawn on without hose Stuft full of old linnen rags , and broken out at toes . It was , &c. VVith an old pasport that never was read , VVhich in his great old travels had stood him in good stead VVith an old Quean to lie by his side VVhich in her time had been oldly Frenchified . It was the Queens , &c. VVith an old shirt that is grown to wrack , That with long-wearing it serves stinking old Jack ; VVith an old grown lowse , with a black-list on his back , That was able to carry an old pedler and his pack . It was the Queens , &c. VVith an old snap-sack made of a good calves skin , VVith an old Leathern skrip , tyed fast with an old cloak-bag string ; VVith an old Cap with a hole i' th' Crown , One side pind up , and the other hanging down . It was , &c. VVith an old greasie bufft Jerkin pointed down before , That his old great grandfather , at the siege at Bullin had wore ; VVith an old pair of breeches with a patch upon each knee : VVith two over-worn old pockets that will hold no money . It was the Queens , &c. VVith an old horse late come from St. Albons VVith I know not how many diseases most grievous ones , VVith an old pair of rusty Iron spurs VVith an old beat-begger in his hand to keep off the Curs . It was &c. This souldier would ride post to Bohemia to his foes , And swore by his valour e're he came again , would get better cloaths ; Or else he would lose both fingers , hands , and toes But when he takes this journey , there 's no man living knows . It was , &c. Another . IN Lancashire where I was born And many a Cuckold bred : I had not been marryed a quarter of a year , But the hornes grew out of my head . With hey the Io bent , with hey the toe bent , Sir Percy is under the Line ; God save the good Earl of Shrewsbury , For he is a good friend of mine . Doncaster Mayor he sits in a chair , His mills they merrily go , His nose doth shine with drinking of wine , The Gout is in his great toe . He that will fish for a Lancashire lasse At any time or tyde , Must bait his hook with a good egge pie ; And an apple with a red-side . He that gallops his horse on Bletstone edge , By chance may catch a fall , My Lord Mount Eagles Bears be dead , His Jack-an-Apes and all . At Scripton in Craven there 's never a haven , Yet many a time foul weather ; He that will not lie a fair woman by , I wish he were hang'd in leather . My Lady hath lost her left leg hose So hath She done both her shoone ; Shee 'l earn her break-fast before she do rise , Shee 'l lie in bed else till it be noon . Ioan Moultons crosse it makes no force , Though many a Cuckold go by ; Let many a man do all that he can , Yet a Cuckold he shall die . The good wife of the Swan hath a leg like a man , Full well it becomes her hose ; She jets it apace with a very good grace , But falleth back at the first close . The Prior of Courtree made a great pudding-pie , His Monkes cryed meat for a King ; If the Abbot of Chester do die before Easter Then Banbury Bells must Ring . He that will a welch-man catch , Must watch when the wind is in the South ; And put in a net a good piece of roast-cheese , And hang it close to his mouth . And Lancashire if thou be true , As ever thou hast been ; Go sell thy old whittel and by thee a new fiddle , And sing God save the Queen . Towl the Bell. TOwl , towl gentle Bell for a soul , Killing care doth controul , and my mind so oppress ; That I fear I shall die , for a glance of that eye That so lately did fly like a Comet from the skie Or some great Deity : But my wish is in vain , I shall ne're see 't again . When I in the Temple did spie This Divine Purity , on her knees to her Saint . Oh she look't so divine , all her beauties did shine Far more fairer then her shrine , faith I wish she had been mine Where my heart could resign : And would powerfully prove , no Religion like love . Fair , fair , and as chast as the aire Holy Nuns breathing prayer was this Votress divine , From each eye dropt a tear , like the Pearles Violets were , When the spring doth appear for to usher in the year : But I dare safely swear , Those teares trickle down for no sins of her own . But now increaseth my woe , I by no means must know where this beauty doth dwell , All her rites being done to her Lady and her Son ; I was left all alone , and my Saint was from me gone And to heaven she is flown : Which makes me to say , I shall scarce live a day . Now I will make haste and die , And ascend to the skie where I know shee 's inthron'd . All ye Ladies adieu , be your loves false or true ; I am going to view , one that far transcends all you , One that I never knew : But must sigh out my breath , for acquaintance in death . The Answer to Towl . RIng , Ring , merry Bells while we sing Drinking healths to our King ; And our minds are advanc't . Le ts never fear to die , till we have drunk out each eye , But let cash and cares fly free as hail-stones from the skie ; Baccus great Deity : Let us never wish in vain , fill the pots George again . When we in the Tavern do see , Such fare boon Company ; On their knees drinking healths . O we look most divine , when our noses did shine : Well ballast with good wine , faith I wish the cup were mine VVhich to thee I 'le resign , And will palpable prove by the drinking to thy Love. Free , free , as the air let us be , VVee 'l respect no degree ; But our births all a like . From no eye drop a tear , least you Maudlin appear , And next morning do fear to be Physick't with small Beer VVhich I dare boldly swear , If tears trickle down , 't is our loves to the Crown . Now we must make haste and see , How much money will free All our hands from the bar . For a time boyes adien , I am going for to view , VVhat belongs to all you , be the reckoning false or true , Though it be more then dew , Yet my breath will I spend , and my purse for my friend . The jolly Shepherd . THe life of a Shepherd is void of all care-a , With his bag and his bottle he maketh good fare-a , He rus●les , he shusfles in all extreme wind-a , His flocks sometimes before him , and sometimes behind-a . He hath the green medows to walk at his will-a , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon the green hill-a ; Trang-dille , trang-dille , trang down a down dilla , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon a green hill-a . His sheep round about him do seed on the dale-a His bag full of cake-bread , his bo●tle of ale-a , A cantle of cheese that is good and old-a , Because that he walketh all day in the cold-a , VVith his cloak and his sheep-hook thus marcheth he still-a , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon a green hilla-a . Trangdille , &c. If cold doth oppress him to cabin goeth he-a , If heat doth molest him then under green tree-a , If his sheep chance to range over the plain-a , His little dog Lightfoot doth fetch them again-a , For there he attendeth his masters own will-a , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon the green hill-a , Trangdille , &c. He list not to idle all day like a moam-a , In spending his time though sitting alone-a , Lingle , needle & thimble he hath still in store-a , To mend shoes and apparel he keeps them therefore-a , Thus whistling and piping he danceth his fill-a , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon the green hill-a , Trangdille , &c. If Phillida chance come tripping aside-a , A most friendly welcom he doth her betide-a , He straightwayes presents her a poor shepherds fees ▪ a , His bottle of good ale , his cake and his cheese-a , He pipeth , she danceth all at their own will-a , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon the green hill-a . Trangdille , &c. But now wanton shepherd howsoever your meaning , My harvest 's not ripe , therefore leave your gleaning , For if in my garden a Rose you would pull-a , Perhaps it may cost you all your sheeps wool-a . Thus do they both frolick & sport at their will-a , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon the green hill-a ; Trangdille , trangdille , trang down a down dilla , With a pair of fine bag-pipes upon the green hill-a . In praise of Canary . LEt us purge our brains from these hops and grains , They do smell of Anarchy ; Let us chuse a King , from whose loins may spring A sparkling of Monarchy . It ill befits , true wine breeds wits , VVhose bloud runs high and cleer , To bind their hands in Dray-mens bands , VVhen as they may go freer . VVhy should we droop or basely stoop , To popular ale or beer ? VVho shall be our King , that is now the thing For which we all are met ? Claret is a Prince , that hath been long since In the Royal order set . His face is spread with warlike red , And so he loves to see men ; VVhere he bears sway , his subjects they Shall be as good as free-men . But here 's the plot almost forgot , He is too much burnt by women . By the River Rhine , is a valiant wine , That can all our veins replenish ; Let us then consent to the Government , And the Royal rule of the Rhenish . This German-wine will warm the chine , And frisk in every vein ; T' will make the Bride forget to chide , And call him to 't again . But that 's not all , he is too small , To be a Soveraign . Let us never think of a nobler drink , But with voices voted high ; Let all proclaim good Canaries name , Heavens blesse his Majesty . He is a King in every thing , VVhose nature doth renown all : He makes us skip and nimbly leap , From the sealing to the gronsell , Especially when Poets be Lords of the Privy-Councel . But a Vintner he shall his taster fee , And there is none shall him let ; And a drawer that hath a good pallat , Shall be made squire of the gimlet . The bar-boys shall be pages all , A Tavern well prepar'd : In Joval sort shall be his Court , VVhere nothing shall be spar'd VVine-Porters shall with shoulders tall , Be yeomen of the Guard. If a Cooper we with a red nose see , But in any part of the Town ; That Cooper shall with his ads Rial , Be keeper of the Crown . Young wits that wash away their cash , In Wine and Recreation : How hates dull beer , are welcome here , To give their approbation . So shall all you that will allow , Canaries Coronation . A health to King Charles when loyalty was a crime . SInce it must be so , then so let it go Let the giddy-brain'd times turn round ; Since we have no King let the goblets be crown'd : Our Monarchy thus wee 'l recover , While the pottles are weeping wee 'l drench our sad souls , In big-bellyed bowles ; And our sorrows in Sack shall lie steeping . And wee 'l drink till our eyes do run over , And prove it by reason That it can be no treason , To laugh and to sing A mournifull of healths to our new crown'd King. Let us all stand bare , in the presence we are , Let our noses like bon-fires shine ; Instead of the Conduit let the pottle run wine , To perfect this new Coronation . For we that are loyal In Sack will appear , And that face that doth wear Pure Claret , looks like the bloud-Royal ; And out-stares all the bores of the Nation . In sign of obedience , Our Oath of allegiance , Beer glasses shall be : And he that tipples tends to the Nobility . But if in this raign , the halberdly train , And the Constable chance to rebel ; And should with his twibel maliciously swel , And against the Kings party raise Arms : Then the drawers like yeomen Of the guard , with quart pots , ●hall fuddle the Scots : VVhile we make them Cuckold's and freemen , And on their wives beat an alarm . And as the health passes , VVee 'l tipple our glasses ; And hold it no sin To be loyal , and to drink in defence of our King. Upon Olivers dissolving the Parliament in 1653. 1. WIll you hear a strange thing scarce heard of before , A ballad of news without any lies , The Parl. men are all turn'd out of doors , And so are the Council of State likewise . 2. Brave Oliver came to the house like a spright , His fiery looks strook the Speaker dumb ; You must be gone hence , quoth he , by this light , Do you mean to sit here til Dooms-day come ? 3. With that the Speaker lookt pale for fear , As though he had been with the night-mare rid ; Insomuch as some did think that were there , That he had even done as the Alderman did . 4. But Oliver though he be Doctor of Law , Yet he seem'd to play the Physitian there ; His physick so wrought on the Speakers maw , That he gave him a stool instead of a Chair . 5. Harry Martyn wondred to see such a thing , Done by a Saint of such high degree ; 'T was an act he did not expect from a King , Much lesse from such a dry bone as he . 6. But Oliver laid his hand on his sword , And upbraided him with his Adultery ; To which Harry answer'd never a word , Saving , humbly thanking his Majesty . 7. Allen the Coppersmith was in great fear , He did us much harm since the wars began ; A broken Citizen many a year , And now he is a broken Parliament-man . 8. Bradshaw that President proud as the Pope , That loves upon Kings and Princes to trample ; Now the house is dissolv'd I cannot but hope , To see such a President made an example . 9. And were I one of the Counsel of war , I 'le tell you what my vote should be , Upon his own Turret at Westminster , To be hanged up for all comers to see . 10. My masters I wonder you could not agree , You that have been so long brethren in evil ; A dissolution you might think there would be ; When the Devil 's divided against the Devil . 11. Then room for the Speaker without his Mace , And room for the rest of the Rabble-rout ; My masters methinks 't is a pittiful case , Like the snuff of a Candle thus to go out . 12. Now some like this change , and some like it not , Some think it was not done in due season ; Some think it ws but a Jesuits plot , To blow up the house like a gun-powder-Treason . 13. Some think that Oliver and Charles are agree'd , And sure it were good policy if it were so ; Lest the Hollander , French , the Dane , and the Swede . Should bring him in whether he would or no. 14. And now I would gladly conclude my song , VVith a prayer as Ballads are used to do ; But yet I 'le forbear , for I think er 't be long , VVe shall have a King and a Parliament too . FINIS . These Books following are printed for Nathanael Brook , and are to be sold at his Shop at the Angel in Cornhill . Excellent Tracts in Divinity , Controversies , Sermons , Devotions . 1. THe Catholick History collected and gathered out of Scripture , Councils and ancient Fathers , in answer to Doctor Vane's Lost sheep returned home : by Edward Chesensale Esq in octavo . 2. Bishop Morton on the Sacrament , in fol. 3. The grand Sacriledge of the Church of Rome , in taking away the sacred Cup from the Laity at the Lords-Table : by D. Dan. Featly in 4. 4. Quakers cause at second hearing , being a full answer to their Tenets . 5. Re-assertion of Grace , Vindiciae Evangelii , or the Vindication of the Gospel , a Reply to Mr. Anthony Burges's Vindiciae Legis , and to Mr. Rutherford : by Robert Towres . 6. Anabaptist anatomiz'd and silenced , or a Dispute with Mr. Tombs : by Mr. I. Cragg , where all may receive clear satisfaction . A Cabinet Jewel , Mans misery , Gods mercy , in 8. Sermons , with an Appendix concerning Tithes , with the expediency of marriages in publick assemblies : by the same Author Mr. I. Cragg . 7. A Glimpse of Divine Light , being an explication of some passages exhibited to the Commissioners at White-hall for approbation of publick Preachers , against I. Harrison of Land-Chappel , Lancashire . 8. The Zealous Magistrate , a Sermon , by T. Threscos , quarto . 9. New Jerusalem , in a Sermon for the Society of Astrologers , quarto , in the year 1651. 10. Divinity no enemy to Astrology , a Sermon for the Society of Astrologers in the year 1643. by Dr. Thomas Swadling . 11. Britannia Rediviva , a Sermon before the Judges , Aug. 1648. by I. Shaw Minister of Hull . 12. the Princess Royal , in a Sermon before the Judges , March 24. by I. Shaw. 13. Judgment set and Books opened , Religion tryed whether it be of God or man , in several Sermons , by I. Webster , quarto . 14. Israels Redemption , or the prophetical History of our Saviours Kingdom on Earth : by K. Matton . 15. The cause and cure of Ignorance , Error and Prophaneness ; or a more hopeful way to grace and salvation : by K. Young , octavo . 16. A Bridle for the Times , tending to still the murmuring , to settle the wavering , to stay the wandring , and to strengthen the fainting : by I. Brinsley of Yarmounth . 17. Comforts against the fear of death , wherein are discovered several evidences of the work of grace : by I. Collins of Norwich . 18. Iacobs seed , or the excellency of seeking God by prayer : by Ier. Burroughs . 19. The summe of Practical Divinity , or the grounds of Religion in a Catechistical way : by Mr. Christopher Love , late Minister of the Gospel ; an useful piece . 20. Heaven & Earth shaken , a Treatise shewing how Kings and Princes , and all other Governments , are turned and changed : by I. Davis Minister in Dover ; admirably useful , and seriously to be considered in these times . 21. The Treasure of the soul , wherein we are taught by dying to sin to attain to the perfect love of God. 22. A Treatise of Contentation , fit for these sad and troublesome times : by I. Hall Bishop of Norwich . 23. Select Thoughts , or choice helps for a pious spirit beholding the excellency of her Lord Jesus : by I. Hall Bishop of Norwich . 24. The holy Order or Fraternity of Mourn●r ; in Sion ; to which is added , Songs in the Night , or chearfulness under afflictions : by I. Hall Bishop of Norwich . 25. The Celestial Lamp , enlightning every distressed soul from the depth of everlasting darkness : by T. Fetiplace . 26. The Moderate Baptist in two parts , shewing the Scripture-way for the Administring of the Sacrament of Baptism , discovering the old errour of Original sin in Babes : by W. Brittin . 27. Dr. Martin Luther's Treatise of Liberty of Christians ; an useful Treatise for the stating Controversies so much disputed in these times about this great point . 28. The Key of Knowledge , a little Book by way of Questions and Answers , intended for the use of all degrees of Christians , especially for the Saints of Religious families , by old Mr. Iohn Iackson that famous Divine . 29. The true Evangelical Temper , a Treatise modestly and soberly fitted to the present grand concernments of the State and Church : by old Mr. Iohn Iackson . 30. The Book of Conscience opened and read , by the same Author . 31. The so much desired and Learned Commentary on the whole 15. Psalm ; by that Reverend and Eminent Divine Mr. Christopher Cartwright Minister of the Gospel in York to which is affixed a brief account of the Authors Life and Work by R. Bolton . 32. The Judges Charge , delivered in a Sermon before Mr. Justice Hall & Serjeant Crook Judges of Assize at St. Mary Overis in Southwark , by R. Parr M. A. Pastor of Camerwell in the County of Surry . A Sermon worthy perusal of all such persons as endeavour to be honest and just practitioners in the Law. 33. The Saints Tomb-stone , being the Life of that Virtuous Gentlewoman Mrs. Dorothy Shaw , late Wife of Mr. Iohn Shaw Minister of the Gospel at Kingston upon Hull . Admirable and Learned Treatises of Occult Sciences in Philosophy , Magick , Astrology , Geomancy , Chymistry , Physiognomy and Chiromancy . 34. Magick and Astrology vindicated by H. Warren . 35. Lux veritatis , Judicial Astrology vindicated , and Demonology cofuted : by W. Ramsey , Gent. 36. An Introduction to the Teutonick Philosophy , being a determination of the Original of the soul , by C. Hotham Fellow of Peter-House in Cambridge . 37. Cornelius Agrippa his fourth Book of Occult Philosophy , or Geomancy ; Magical Elements of Peter de Abona , the nature of spirits , made English by R. Turner . 38. Paracelsus Occult Philosophy of the mysteries of Nature , and his secret Alchimy . 39. An Astrological Discourse with Mathematical Demonstrations ; proving the influence of the Planets and fixed Stars upon Elementary Bodies : by Sir Christ. Heyden Knight . 40. Merlinus Anglicus , Iunior : the English Merlin revived , or a Prediction upon the Affairs of Christendom , for the year 1644. by . W. Lilly. 41. Englands Prophetical Merlin , foretelling to all Nations of Europe , till 1663. the actions depending upon the Influences of the Conjunction of Saturn and Iupiter , 1642. by W. Lilly. 42. The Starry messenger , or an interpretatiof that strange apparition of three Suns seen in London 19. of Nov. 1644. being the Birth-day of K. Charles , by W. Lilly. 43. The Worlds Catastrophe , or Europes many mutations , untill 1666. by W. Lilly. 44. An Astrological prediction of the Occurrences in England , part in the years 1648. 1649. 1650. by W. Lilly. 45. Monarchy or no Monarchy in England , the prophesie of the White King , Grebner his prophesies concerning Charls Son of Charls his Greatnesse , illustrated with several Hieroglyphicks , by W. Lilly. 46. Annus Tenebrosus , or the dark year ; or Astrological Judgments upon two Lunary Eclipses , and one admirable Eclipse of the Sun in England , 1652. by W. Lilly. 47. An easie and familiar way whereby to judge the effects depending on Eclipses , by W. Lilly. 48. Supernatural sights and appatitions seen in London , Iune 30. 1644. by W. Lilly ; as also all his Works in one Volume . 49. Catastrophe Magnacum , an Ephemerides for the year 1652. by N. Culpeper . 50. Teratologia , or a discovery of Gods Wonders , manifested by bloody Rain and Waters : by I. S. 51. Chyromancy , or the art of divining by the Lines engraven in the hand of man , by dame Nature , in 198. Genitures ; with a learned Discourse of the soul of the World : by G. Wharton , Esq 52. the admired piece of Physiognomy , and Chyromancy , Metoposcopy , the symmetrical proportions and signal moles of the body , the Interpretation of Dreams , to which is added the art of memory , illustrated with Figures : by R. Sanders , folio . 53. The no less exquisite then admirable work , Theatrum Chemycum Britannicum ; containing several Poetical pieces of our famous English Philosophers , who have written the Hermetick mysteries in their own ancient Language ; faithfully collected into one Volume , with Annotations thereon : by the Indefatigable Industry of Elias Ashmole , Esq illustrated with Figures . 54. The way to Bliss , in three Books , a very Learned Treatise of the Philosophers Stone , made publick by Elias Ashmole , Esq Excellent Treatises in the Mathematicks , Geometry , of Arithmetick , Surveying , and other Arts , or Mechanicks . 55. The incomparable Treatise of Tactometria , seu Tetagmenometria ; or the Geometry of Regulars , practically proposed after a new and most expeditious manner , together with the Natural or Vulgar , by way of mensural comparison , and in the Solids , not only in respect of Magnitude or Dimension , but also of Gravity or Ponderosity , according to any metal assigned : together with useful experiments of measures and weights , observations on gauging , useful for those that are practised in the art Metrical : by T. Wybard . 56. Tectonicon , shewing the exact measuring of all manner of Land , Squares , Timber , Stones , Steeples , Pillars , Globes ; as also the making and use of the Carpenters Rule , &c. fit to be known by all Surveyors , Land-meters , Joyners , Carpenters , and Masons : by D. Diggs . 57. 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The Golden Treatise of Arithmetick , Natural and Artificial , or Decimals , the Theory and practise united in a simpathetical proportion betwixt Line and Numbers , in their Quantities and Qualities , as in respect of form , figure , magnitude and affection , demonstrated by Geometry , illustrated by Calculations , and confirmed with variety of examples in every Species ; made compendious and easie for Merchants , Citizens , Seamen , Accomptants , &c. by Thomas Wilsford , corrector of the last Edition of Record . 59 ▪ Semigraphy , or the art of short-writing , as it hath been proved by many hundreds in the City of London , and other places by them practised , and acknowledged to be the easiest , exactest and swiftest method ; the meanest capacity by the help of this Book , with a few hours practise may attain to a perfection in this Art : by I. Rich Author and teacher thereof , dwelling in Swithins-Lane in London . 60. Milk for Children , a plain and easie method teaching to read and write , useful for Scools and Families : by I. Thomas D. D. 61. The Painting of the ancients , the History of the beginning , progress , and consummating of the practise of that noble art of painting : by F. Iunius . Excellent and approved Treatises in Physick , Chyrurgery , and other more familiar Experiments in Cookery , Preserving , &c. 62. Culpeper's Semiatica Vranica , his Astrological Judgement of Diseases from the decumbiture of the sick much enlarged : the way and manner of finding out the cause , change and end of the Disease ; also whether the sick be likely to live or die , and the time when Recovery or Death is to be expected , according to the judgement of Hypocrates and Hermes Trismegistus ; to which is added Mr. Culpepers censure of Urines . 63. Culpepers last Legacy left to his Wife for the publick good , being the choicest and most profitable of those secrets in Physick and Chyrurgery , which whilest he lived , were lock'd up in his breast , and resolved never to be published till after his death . 64. The York shire Spaw , or the vertue and use of that water in curing of desperate Diseases , with directions and Rules necessary to be considered by all that repair thither . 65. Most approved Medicines and Remedies for the diseases in the body of man : by A. Read Doctor in Physick . 66. The art of simpling , an Introduction to the knowledg of gathering of Plants , wherein the definitions , divisions , places , descriptions , differences , names , vertues , times of gathering , temperatures of them , are compendiously discoursed of : also a discovery of the lesser World : by W. Coles . 67. Adam in Eden , or Natures Paradise : the History of Plants , Hearbs , and Flowers , with their several original names , the places where they grow , their descriptions and kinds , their times of flourishing and decreasing ; as also their several signatures , anatomical appropriations , and particular physical vertues ▪ with necessary observations on the seasons of planting and gathering of our English plants . A work admirable useful for Apothecaries , Chyrurgeons , and other ingenious persons , who may in this Herbal find comprized all the English physical simples , that Gerard or Parkinson in their two voluminous Herbals have discoursed of ; even so as to be on emergent occasions their own Physicians , the Ingredients being to be had in their own Fields and Gardens : published for the general good , by W. Coles M.D. 68. The complete midwives practise in the high and weighty concernments of the body of mankind : the second Edition corrected and enlarged , with a full supply of such most useful and admirable secrets which Mr. Nicholas Culpeper in his brief Treatise , and other English Writers in the art of midwifry have hitherto wilfully passed by , kept close to themselves , or wholly omitted : by T. Chamberlaine , M. P. illustrated with Copper Figures . 69. The Queens Closet opened , incomparable secrets in physick , chyrurgery , preserving , candying , and cookery ; as they were presented to the Queen by the mo●t experienced persons of our times ; many whereof were honoured with her own practise . 70. William Clows his Chirurgical Observations for those that are burned with the flames of Gun-powder , as also for the curing of wounds and lues venerea . 71. The expert Doctors Dispensatory , the whole art of physick restored to practice , with a survey of most Dispensatories extant ; a work for the plainness and method not to be parallel'd by any , with a Preface of Mr. Nich. Culpepers to the Reader in its commendation : by P. Morellus , Physician to the King of France . 72. The perfect Cook , a right method in the art of Cookery , whether for Pastry or A la mode Kickshaws , with 55. ways of dressing Eggs : by M. M. Elegant Treatises in Humanity , History , Description of Countries , Romances and Poetry . 73. Times Treasury or Academy , for the accomplishment of the English Gentry in arguments of Discourse , Habit , Fashion , Behaviour , &c. all summed up in characters of Honour : by R. Braithwair . 74. Oedipus , or the Resolver of the secrets of Love and other natural problems , by way of Question and Answe● . 75. The admirable and most impartial History of New England , of the first plantation there in the year 1628. brought down to these times : all the material passages performed there , exactly related . 76. America painted to the Life , the History of the Conquest , and first Original undertaking of the advancement of plantations in those parts , with an exact Map : by F. Gorges , Esq 77. The tears of the Indians , the History of the most bloudy and most cruel proceedings of the Spaniards in the Islands of Hispaniola , Cuba , Iamaica , Mexico , Peru , and other places of the West-Indies ; in which to the life are discovered the Tyrannies of the Spaniards , as also he justness of our War so successefully managed against them . 78. The Illustrious Shepherdesse . The Imperious Brother , written originally in S●anish by that incomparable Wit , Don Iohn Perez de Montalbans ; translated at the requests of the Marchioness of Dorchester , and the Countess of Strafford : by E. P. 79. The History of the golden Ass , as also the Loves of Cupid and his Mi●t●esse Psi●he : by L. Apuleius translated into English. 80. The Unfortunate Mothe● , a Tragedy , by T.N. 81. The Rebellion : a Comedy , by T. Rawlins . 82. The Tragedy of Messalina the insatiate Rom●n Empress : by N. Richards . 8● . The Floating Island : A ●rage-Comedy acted before the King , by the Student of Christ-Church in Oxon. by that Renowned Wit W. Strode ; the songs were set by M. Henry Lawes . 84. Harvey's Divine Poems , the Hi●tory of Balaam , of Ionah ▪ and of St. Iohn the Evangelist . 85. Fons Lachrymarum , or a Fou●tain of tears ; the Lamentations of the Pro●he● Ieremiah in Verse , with an Elegy on Sir Charles Lucas : by I. Quarles . 86. Nocturnal Lu●ubrations , with other witty Epigrams and Epita●hs : by R. Chamberlain . 87. The admirable ingenious Satyr against Hypocrite . 88. Wit Restored , in several select Poems , not formerly published , by Sir Iohn Men●s and Mr. Smith , with others . 89. Sportive Wit , the Muses meriment , a new Spring of Droller● ▪ Jovil F●ancie● &c. Poetical , with several other accurately ingenuous Treatises lately printed . 90. Wits Interpreter , the English Parnassus : or a sure Guide to those admirable accomplishments that complete the English Gentry , in the most acceptable Qualifications of discourse or writing . An art of Logick , accurate Complements , Fancies , Devises , and Experiments , Poems , Poetical Fictions , and A la mode Letters : by I.C. 91. Wit and Drollery with other Jovial Poems with new additions : by Sir I. M. M. L. M. S. W. D. 92. The conveyance of Light , or the complete Clerk and Scriveners guide ; being an exact draught of all presidents and assurances now in use ; as they were penned and perfected by divers Learned Judges , Eminent Lawyers , and great conveyancers , both ancient and modern : whereunto is added a Concordance from King Richard the Third to this present . 93. Themis Aurea , the Laws of the Fraternity of the Rosie Crosse ; in which the occult secrets of their Philosophical Notions are brought to light : written by Count Mayerus . and now Englished by T. H. 94. The Iron Rod put into the Lord Protectors hand ; a Prophetical Treatise . 95. Medicina Magica tamen Physica , magical but natural physick , containing the general cures of Infirmities and diseases belonging to the bodies of men , as also to other animals and domestick Creatures , by way of transplantation , with a description of the most excellent Cordial out of Gold : by Sam. Boulton of Salop. 96. I. Tradescant's Rarities publish'd by himself . 97. The proceedings of the High Court of Justice against the late King Charles , with his speech upon the Scaffold and other proceedings , Ian. 30. 1649. Admirable Usefull Treatises newly printed . 98. Natures Secrets , or the admirable and wonderful History of the generation of meteors , describing the temperatures of the elements , the heights , magnitudes and influences of Stars , the causes of Comets , Earthquakes , Deluges , Epidemical Diseases , and prodigies of precedent times : with presages of the weather , and descriptions of the weather-glass : by T. Wilsford . 99. The mysteries of Love & Eloquence , or the arts of Wooing and Complementing , as they are managed in the Spring-Garden , Hide-Park , the New Exchange , & other eminent places : A work in which is drawn to the life the Deportments of the most accomplish'd persons : the mode of their Courtly entert●inments , treatment of their Ladies at Balls , their accustomed Sports , Drolls and Fancies , the Witchcrafts of their perswasive Language in their approaches , or other more sec●et dispatches , &c. by E.P. 100. Helmont disguised , or the vulgar errors of impartial and unskilful practisers of physick confuted , more especially as they concern the Cures of Feavers , the Stone , the Plague , and some other Diseases by way of Dialogue , in which the chief Rarities of physick are admirably discoursed of : by I.T. Books in the Press and now printing . 1. Geometry demonstrated by lines and numbers ; from ●hence Astronomy , Cosmography and Navigation proved and delineated by the Doctrine of plain and spherical Triangles : by T. Wilsford . 2. The English Annals , from the Invasion made by Iulius Caesar to these times : by T. Wilsford . 3. The Fool transformed , a Comedy . 4. The History of Lewis the eleventh King of France , a Trage-Comedy . 5. The chast Woman against her wil , a Comedy . 6. The Tooth-drawer , a Comedy . 7. Honour in the end , a Comedy . 8. Tell-tale , a Comedy . 9. The History of Donquixot , or the Knight of the ill-favoured face , a Comedy . 10. the fair Spanish Captive , a Trage●comedy . 11. Sir Kenelm Digby , and other Persons of Honour , their rare and incomparable secrets of Physick , Chirurgery , Cookery , Preserving , Conserving , Candying , distilling of Waters , extraction of Oyls , compounding of the co●●iest Perfumes , with other admirable inventions and select experiments , as they offered themselves to their observations , whether here or in forreign Countreys . Books lately printed . 12. The so well entertained work , the New World of English words , or a general Dictionary , containing the Terms , Etymologies , Definitions , and perfect Interpretations of the proper significations of hard English words , throughout the Arts and Sciences , Liberall or Mechanick ; as also other subjects that are usefull or appertain to the Language of our Nation : to which is added the signification of proper Names , Mythology and Poetical Fictions , Historical Relations , Geographical Descriptions of the Countries and Cities of the world , especially of these three Nations , wherein their chiefest Antiquities , Battles , and other most remarkable passages are mentioned : a work very necessary for strangers as well as our own Countrymen , for all persons that would rightly understand what they discourse or read : collected and published by E.P. for the greater honour of those learned Gentlemen and Artists that have been assistant in the most practical Sciences , their names are presented before the Book . 13. The modern Assurancer , the Clerks Directory , containing the practick part of the Law , in the exact forms and draughts of all manner of Presidents for Bargains and Sales , Grants , Feoffments , Bonds , Bills , Conditions , Covenants , Joyntures , Indentures , to lead the uses of Fines and Recoveries , with good Proviso's and Covenants to stand seized ; Charter-parties for Ships , Leases , Releases , Surrenders , &c. and all other Instruments and Assurances now in use , intended for all young Students and Practicers of the Law : by Iohn Hern. 14. Moor's Arithmetick , the second Edition , much refined and diligently cleared from the former mistakes of the press ; a work containing the whole art of Arithmetick as well in numbers as species , together with many additions by the Author , is come forth . 15. Likewise Exercitatio Eleiptica Nova , or a new mathematical Contemplation on the Oval Figure called an Eleipsis ; together with the two first Books of Mydorgius his Conicks Analiz'd and made so plain , that the Doctrine of Conical sections may be easily understood ; a Work much desired and never before published in the English Tongue : by Ionas Moor , Surveyor General of the great Level of the Fenns . 16. Naps upon Parnassus , a sleepy muse nipt and pinch'd though not awaked : such Voluntary and Jovial Copies of Verses as were lately receiv'd from some of the Wits of the Universities in a Frolick ; Dedicated to Gondiberts Mistresse , by Captain Iones and others . Whereunto is added for Demonstration of the Authors Prosaick Excellencies , his Epistle to one of the Universities , with the Answer ; together with two Satyrical Characters of his own , of a Temporizer , and an Antiquary , with marginal notes by a Friend to the Reader . 17. Culpepers School of Physick , or the Experimental practise of the whole Art , so reduced either into Aphorismes , or choice and tryed Receipts , that the free-born Students of the three Kingdoms may in this method find perfect ways for the operation of such medicines , so Astrologically and Physically prescribed , as that they may themselves be competent Judges of the Cures of their patients : by N.C. 18. Blagrave's admirable Ephemerides for the year 1659. and 1660. 19. I. Cleaveland Revived , Poems , Orations , Epistles , and other of his Genuine incomparable pieces : a second impression with many additions . 20. The Equisite Letters of Mr. Robert Loveday , the late admired Translatour of the Volumes of the famed Romance Cleopatra , for the perpetuating his memory ; published by his dear Brother , Mr. A.L. 21. Englands Worthies , Select Lives of 47. most Eminent persons from Constan●ine the Great to the late times : by W. Winstanley , Gent. 22. The Accomplish'd Cook , the mystery of the whole Art of Cookery , revealed in a more easie and perfect method then hath been publish'd in any Language ; expert and ready ways for the dressing of Flesh , Fowl , and Fish , the raising of Pastes , the best directions for all manner of Kickshaws , and the most poinant Sauces , with the terms of carving and sewing : the Bills of Fare , and exact account of all dishes for the season , with other A la mode Curiosities , together with the lively Illustrations of such necessary ●igures as are referred to practise : approved by the many years experience , and careful industry of Robert May , in the time of his attendance on several persons of Honour . 23. The Scales of Commerce and Trade , the mystery revealed as to traffick with a Debitor or Creditor , for merchants Accounts after the Italian way , and easiest method ; as also a Treatise of Archirecture , and a computation as to all the charges of building : by T. Wilsford , Gent. 24. Arts Master-piece , or the beautifying part of physick ; whereby all defects of Nature of both sexes are amended , age renewed , youth continued , and all imperfections fairly remedied : by B.T. Doctor of physick , fitted for the Ladies . 25. A Discourse concerning Liberty of Conscience , in which are contained proposals about what liberty in this kind is now politically expedient to be given , and several reasons to shew how much the peace and welfare is concerned therein : by R.T. 26. Christian Reformation , being an earnest swasion to the speedy practise of it : proposed to all , but especially designed for the serious consideration of my dear Kindred and Countrymen of the Country of Cork in Irel. and the people of Riegate and Camerwel in the County of Surrey : by Richard Parr , Doctor in Divinity there , a practical piece . 27. The Character of Spain , or an Epitomy of their Vertues and Vices . 28. The Character of Italy , or the Italian anatomized by an English Chirurgion . 29. The Character of France , to which is added Gallus castratus , or an Answer to a pamphlet called The character of England , as also a fresh Whip for the monsieur in answer to his Letter : the second Edit . 30. No Necessity of Reformation of the publick Doctrine of the Church of Engl. by I. Pearson D.D. 31. An Answer to Dr. Burges's Word by way of postscript , in vindication of No Necessity of Reformation of the publick Doctrine of the Church of England : by Iohn Pearson D.D. 32. A Treatise of peace between the two visible divided parties ; wherein is inquired , What peace is intended , who the parties that differ , wherein the difference consists , how they fell out , wherein they ought to agree , how they may be perswaded unto peace , by what means reconciliation may be made between them . 33. Dr. Daniel Featly Revived , proving that the Protestant Church , and not the Catholick , is the onely visible and true Church ; in a manual preserved from the hands of the plunderers , with a succinct History of his life and death : published by Iohn Featly , Chaplain to the Kings most excellent Majesty . 34. Scotch Covenant condemned , being a full answer to Mr. Duglas his Sermon , preached at the Kings Coronation in Scotland , wherein His Sacred Majesty is vindicated : by a loyal and orthodox hand . 35. Englands Triumph , a more exact History of His Majesties Escape after the Battle of Worcester , with a Chronological discourse of his Straits and Dangerous Adventures into France , and His Removes from place to place till His happy return into England , with the most Remarkable memorials till after his Coronation . 36. Euclides Elements in 15. Books in English completed by Mr. Barrow of Cambridge . 37. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , or God made Man. A Tract proving the Nativity of our Saviour to be on the 25. of December : by the Learned I. Selden . 38. An Elenchus of Opinions concerning the Cure of the Small Pox : by T. Whitaker Physitian to His Majesty . These are to give notice , that Sir Kenelme Digbies Sympathetical Powder prepar'd by Promethean fire , curing all green wounds that come within the compass of a Remedy ; and likewise the Tooth-ache infalliby in a very short time : Is to be had at Mr. Nathanael Brook's at the Angel in Cornhil . The true and right Lozenges and Pectorals so generally known and approved , for the cure of Consumptions , Coughs , Asthma's , Colds in general , and all other Diseases incident to the Head , are rightly made onely by Iohn Piercy , Gent , the first Inventer of them ; and whosoever maketh them besides do but counterfeit them , they are likewise to be sold by Mr. Nathanael Brook at the Angel in Cornhill . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A66741-e280 (1) The harder the word is , the easier it is to be understood . (2) In varying the use of the senses , the Author shews himself to be in his wits . (3) In varying the use of the senses , the Author shews himself to be in his wits . (4) There the Author shewes himself to be well versed in the Almanack . (5) Being twice repeated , it argues an elegant fancy in the Poet. (6) To make falfe English , argues as much knowledge as to make true latin . (7) Better once done then never . (8) For sometimes there may happen a quarrel amongst freinds . (9) Till he was married , he could be but one . (1) There is no mischiefe , but a woman is at one end of it . (2) The more you hear on 't , the worse you 'l like it . (3) There was a Spanish regiment amongst them . (4) That may be done in an hour , which we may repent all our life after . (5) Being up to the Elbows in trouble , she expessed it in this line . (6) Even Reckoning makes long freinds . (7) As a pudding ha's two ends , so smock ha's two sides . (8.) As love doth commonly break out into an Itch , yet with her it did not so (9) There the Author translates out of Ovid , as Ben Jonson do's in Sejanus out of Homer (1.) By this you may perceive , that primers were first Printed at Abidos . (2.) For distinction sake , because many mens noses bleed white blood . (3.) Black is the beauty of the shoe . (4) Because a Cow , was amongst the ancient Graecians called a Neat , Gesner in his Etymolog . lib. 103. Tom 16. (5.) Better falsifye the Rime then the Story , &c. Notes for div A66741-e2660 * Turnemill Street . * Vulcan . Notes for div A66741-e65680 The Hare 's Will. The Hounds . The Hare .