A CABINET of Choice Jewels: OR, The Christians Joy and Gladness.  
Set forth in sundry Pleasant New Christmas-Carrols.   depiction of a Nativity scene with the three Kings 

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Printed by J. M. for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Gilt-Spur-Street, without Newgate. 1688.   

A CABINET OF Choice JEWELS: OR, THE Christians Joy and Gladness.  
Set forth in sundry Pleasant New Christmas Carols, Being Material for the most Remarkable Days betwixt Christmas and Easter.  
Very pleasant for those times and Seasons.  
LONDON, Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Gilt-Spur-Street, without Newgate. 1688.   

A Cabinet of Choice jewels: OR, THE CHRISTIANS Joy and Gladness.  

A Carrol for CHRISTMAS-Day.  
Tune is, The Pious Christians Exhortation.  

LET Christians now with Joyful Mirth,  
both young and old, yea great and small,  
Still think upon our Saviour's Birth,  
who brought Salvation to us all.   

And thus the Lord his Son did send,  
whom cruel Jews did hold in scorn,  
No pompous train did there attend  
this King of Kings when he was born.   

No Palace but an Ox's Stall,  
the place of his Nativity,  
Methinks this might instruct us all,  
to learn of him Humility.   

The great Redeemer of Mankind,  
was born the five and twentieth day  
Of December, then let us mind,  
his blessed power to obey.   

'Twas in the City of David then  
as holy Scriptures makes appear;  
And the time of Taxing, when  
they came all round from far and near.   

The Virgin Mary then by name,  
and Joseph most exceeding kind;  
When they unto the City came,  
no habitation could they find,   

But in an Ox's stall, where they  
continued while this blessed morn,  
Let us rejoice and keep this day,  
whereon the Lord of Life was born.   

Upon this day let none be found,  
to practise any idle game,  
And though thy mirth do much abound,  
yet let it not be so profane,   

But let all Godly Mirth still be,  
your chiefest solace and delight;  
Since he was born to set us free,  
who now remains in Glory bright.   

Relieve your Neighbours that are poor,  
you are commanded so to do,  
Out of the plenty of your store,  
that they may all rejoice with you.   

Thus in your mirth with one accord,  
see you do all evil shun,  
And sing your praises to the Lord,  
for sending his beloved Son.   

He that descended from above,  
and freely for our Sins has died,  
Make him the pattern of our love,  
so may our joys be sanctified.   

You that have heard these Lines▪ I pray,  
let all your hearts be so inclined,  
To give due honour to this day,  
which brought Salvation to Mankind.    

A second Carrol for Christmas-Day.  
Tune of, Over Hills and High Mountains.  

NOW when joseph and Mary,  
was to Bethlehem bound,  
They with travel were weary,  
yet no lodging was found  
In the City of David,  
tho' they sought it o'er all,  
They alas could not have it,  
but in an Ox stall.   

Tho' this place was no brave,  
but as mean as might be.  
Our Redeemer and Saviour,  
the great King of Glory:  
Then a sweet Babe of Heaven,  
he was born there we find,  
Whose sweet life was once given,  
for the Sins of Mankind.   

Whilst the Shepherds was feeding  
of their flocks in the field,  
The the Birth of our Saviour,  
unto them was revealed:  
Many Angels assembled,  
in their Glory appear,  
Whilst the Shepherds did tremble;  
being smitten with fear.   

O forbear to be fearful,  
you have reason to sing,  
Then rejoice and be cheerful,  
we glad tidings do bring;  
There is born in the City  
of David, therefore  
Such a Saviour of pity,  
whom we do adore.   

He's the Prince of Salvation,  
then be not afraid,  
And with this salutation,  
to the Shepherds they said;  
Be no longer a stranger,  
for in Swadling-cloaths,  
He's laid in a Manger,  
than the Shepherds arose.   

Being resolved together,  
they to Bethelem go,  
I, and when they came thither,  
than they found it was so:  
They in duty adore him,  
come where he was laid,  
Strait they fall down before him,  
this obedience they made.   

Nay, the wisemen, whose prudence,  
had discovered this Star,  
Came to pay their obedience,  
and they travelled from far;  
Bringing with them the choicest  
what their Country afford,  
Of Gold, Myrrh, and Spices,  
to present to the Lord.   

Their Example engages  
every Christian to be  
Ever since in all ages,  
to be noble and free:  
Then rejoice and be merry,  
in a moderate way,  
Never, never be weary  
to honour this day,   

Which afforded a Blessing  
to the race of mankind,  
Far beyond all expressing,  
if the sequel you mind:  
While on Earth he was dwelling,  
he was still doing good,  
Nay his love more excelling,  
for he shed his own Blood,   

To redcem us and save us,  
from the guilt of our sin,  
For his Love he would have us,  
a new life to begin:  
And remember the Season,  
be kind to the poor,  
It is no more than reason,  
there is blessings in store, etc.    

A Carrol for Christmas-day at Night.  
Tune of, My Life and my Death.  

MY Master your Servants  
and Neighbours this Night,  
Are come to be merry,  
with love and delight.  
Now therefore be Noble,  
and let it appear,  
That Christmas is still  
the best time of the Year:  
To sit by the fire,  
rehearse an old tale,  
And taste of a bumper  
of nappy old Ale.   

It flows from the Barley,  
that fruit of the Earth,  
Which quickens the fancy,  
for pastime and mirth;  
And therefore be jolly,  
now each bonny Lad,  
For we have no reason  
at all to be sad:  
Remember the season,  
and then you'll ne'er fail,  
To bring in a bumper  
of nappy brown Ale.   

Now some of your dainties,  
let us freely taste,  
My stomach is ready,  
I am now in has●e;  
And therefore sweet Mistress,  
I hope you'll be brief,  
To bring out the Sirloin  
or Ribs of Roast Beef;  
With other choice dainties,  
I hope you'll not fail,  
At this happy season,  
with nappy brown Ale.   

And now let me tell you  
what dainties I prise,  
I long to be doing  
with curious minc'd-pies;  
Where plumbs in abundance,  
lies crowding for room,  
If I come but near it,  
i'll tell you its doom;  
I'd soon part the quarrel,  
but hold, let's not fail,  
To think of a bumper  
of nappy old Ale.   

The Pig, Goose and Capon,  
i'd like to forgot,  
But yet I do hope they'll  
come all to my lot;  
We'll lay a close siege  
to the walls of the Goose,  
And storm her strong Castle,  
there is no excuse  
Shall hinder our fury,  
therefore let's not fail,  
To have a full bumber  
of nappy old Ale.   

All those that are willing  
to honour this day,  
I hope that they never  
will fall to decay;  
But always be able,  
their Neighbours to give,  
And keep a good Table,  
as long as they live;  
That love, peace and plenty,  
with them may ne'er fail,  
And we may ne'er miss  
of good nappy Ale.    

A Carrol for St. Stephen's Day.  
Tune of, O cruel Bloody Fate.  

SAint Stephen did endure,  
the bitter pangs of Death,  
His Faith did him assure  
though he resigned his breath:  
That he should enter into joy,  
He was a Martyr mild,  
And though they did his life destroy;  
he never once reviled.    

A Carrol for St. John's Day.  
Tune of, Youngman's Legacy.  

BEloved john, who once did lean  
upon our blessed Saviour's breast,  
By him some glorious things was seen,  
and likewise he among the rest,  
Did write our blessed Saviour's word,  
which doth remain among us still;  
His Laws we have upon Record,  
O that we might obey his will.    

A Carrol for Innocents' Day.  
Tune of, Bloody Fate.  

REmember Herod's rage,  
who slain those Infants dear,  
There nothing could assuage  
his wrath which was severe;  
But shedding of those Infant's blood,  
to end his hateful strife,  
That he thereby might cause to die,  
the blessed Lord of life.   

An Angel in the night,  
warned joseph in a Dream,  
To take a speedy flight,  
since Herod's vast extreme  
Of hateful cruelty was such,  
to seek the Infant's life;  
Take Mary mild and her sweet Child,  
avoid his hateful strife.    

A Carrol for New-Years- day.  
Tune of, Caper and jerk it.  

THe young men and Maids on New-year's day,  
their loves they will present,  
With many a Gift both fine and gay,  
which gives them true content:  
And though the gift be great or small,  
yet this is the custom still,  
Expressing their loves in Ribbons and Gloves  
it being their kind good will.   

Young Bachelors will not spare their Coin  
but thus their love is shown,  
Young Richard will buy a Bodkin fine,  
and give it honest jone:  
There's Nancy and Sue, with honest Prue,  
young Damsels both fair and gay,  
Will give to the Men choice presents again,  
for the honour of New-year's day.   

Fine Ruffles, Cravats of curious Lace,  
Maids give them fine and neat,  
For this the Youngmen will them embrace,  
with tender kisses sweet:  
And give them many pleasant toys,  
to deck them fine and gay,  
As Bodkins and Rings with other fine things  
for the honour of New-year's day.   

It being the first day of the Year,  
to make the old amends,  
All those that have it, will dress good cheer,  
inviting of all their Friends:  
To drink Great James' Royal Health.  
as very well Subjects may,  
With many Healths more, which we have store  
for the Honour of New-year's day.    

A Carrol for Twelfth-Day.  
Tune of, O Mother, Roger.  

SWeet Master of this Habitation,  
with my Mistress, be so kind,  
As to grant an Invitation,  
if we may this favour find:  
To be no invited in,  
Then in mirth we will begin  
Many of sweet and pleasant Song,  
Which doth to this time belong,  

Let ev'ry Loyal honest Soul,  
Contribute to the Wassail Bowl.    

So may you still enjoy the Blessing,  
of a loving virtuous Wife,  
Riches, Honour still possessing,  
with a long and happy life;  
Living in Prosperity,  
Then let Generosity,  
Always be maintained I pray,  
Don't forget the good old way,  

Let ev'ry Loyal honest Soul,  
Contribute to the Wassel-bowl.    

Before this Season is departed,  
in your presence we appear,  
Therefore be so noble-hearted,  
to afford some dainty cheer;  
Freely let us have it now,  
Since the Season doth allow,  
What the House doth now afford,  
Should be placed upon the board,  

Whether it be Roast-beef or Fowl,  
And Liquor well the Wassel-bowl.    

For now it is a time of leisure,  
then to those that kindness show,  
May they have Wealth, peace and pleasure,  
and the spring of bounty flow,  
To enrich them while they live,  
That they may afford to give,  
To maintain the good old way,  
Many long and happy day;  

Let every Loyal honest Soul,  
Contribute to our Wassel-bowl.    

You worthy are to be commended,  
if in this you will not fail,  
Now our Song is almost ended,  
fill our Bowl with nappy Ale;  
Then we'll drink a full Carouse,  
To the Master of the House,  
Ay, and to our Mistress dear,  
Wishing both a happy Year,  

In peace and love without control,  
Who brought joy to our Wassel-bowl.     

A Carrol for Candlemas- Day.  
Tune of, Busy Fame.  

NOw Candlemas is come at last,  
therefore my dearest friend,  
Since Christmas time is almost past,  
I mean to an end  
Of t●i● our mirth and merriment,  
a●d now the truth to tell,  
He must be from our presence sent,  
O C●ristmas now farewell.   

Now Christmas will no longer stay,  
my very heart doth grieve,  
Before from us he take his way,  
of him i'll take my leave:  
It is a time none of the least,  
as I the truth may tell,  
For him we'll make a worthy Feast,  
than Christmas now farewell.   

I do declare as I am true,  
i'll love him while I die,  
I'll call my Friends and Neighbours too,  
to keep him company:  
With nappy Ale and dainty Cheer,  
our grief we will expel;  
And Christmas while another year,  
we'll bid thee now farewell.   

To make our joys the more complete,  
we court the charming bowl,  
In Merriment and music sweet,  
let ev'ry loyal soul  
Drink off his Glass, and let it pass,  
in Mirth we will excel,  
In sweet delight we'll spend the night,  
than Christmas now farewell.   

With nappy Ale both brown and stolen,  
we'll fill our Bumpers full;  
And Pippins too, as I am true,  
they make the best Lambs-wool:  
So fast and smooth it will go down,  
thy sorrow to expel,  
And then at last, when all is past,  
Christmas we'll bid farewel.    

A Carrol for Valentines-Day.  
Tune of, joy to the Bridegroom.  

YOung Men and Maids I pray attend.  
And listen here to what is penned;  
Hereby I do you all advise.  
This morning when you do arise,  
To dress yourself both neat and fine,  
To choose your loving Valentine.   

For be she black, or brown, or fair,  
If charming love doth thee ensnare,  
'Twill make you to your Duty bow,  
And reason doth the same allow;  
That it should be your full design,  
To rise and choose your Valentine.   

Presenting them with Gloves and Rings,  
With Ribbons, Laces, such like things,  
Attended with a loving kiss,  
In token of a true love's bliss;  
In which their Hearts doth so incline,  
For to adore their Valentine.    

A Song for Easter.  
Tune of, The Wand'ring jews Chronicle.  

WHat joy to Christians now is come,  
Death hath received his final doom,  
Christ in Triumph doth ride,  
Now Death by Death is sweetly slain,  
And we in time with Christ shall reign,  
his name be glorified.   

O Death, O death, where is thy sting,  
Our Souls to Hell thou canst not bring,  
since Christ is on our side:  
He suffered Death that we might live,  
Life to our Souls he did regive,  
his name be magnified.   

Here's gain enough, and here's no loss,  
Christ for our sake took up the Cross,  
us to redeem he died:  
O praised be his holy name,  
That chose the Cross, despised the shame,  
and now is glorified.   

Our only Lord with Thorns was Crowned,  
While Enemies did him surround,  
yea him they Crucified;  
But now he's risen up again,  
Our Sins he by his Death has slain,  
his name be glorified.   

O sing then and set forth his Name,  
Praise, land, and eke Extol the same,  
we shall by him be tried;  
'Twas he that for our sins did die,  
The wrath of God to purify,  
but now he's glorified.   

What tongue or pen e'er could express,  
The joy and eke eternal bliss,  
that he for us did die;  
'Twas not his money but his blood,  
Bought Eternal Brotherhood,  
his neme let's magnify.   

And last of all, O come let's sing,  
Unto our God and Heavenly King,  
that on the Clouds doth ride,  
With eagle's Wings, O let us rise,  
Extol his praise above the Skies,  
whose name is glorified.   

O now let's rest in peace and hope,  
Ith' silly sub-coelestial cope,  
by fire let's be tried;  
That when Death mounts on the pale-horse,  
We may ascend above the cross,  
with him be glorified.    
FINIS.