THE LOYAL GARLAND, Containing choice Songs and Sonnets of our late unhappy Revolutions.  
Very delightsul and profitable, both to this present, and future Ages.  
Published by S: N. A Lover of Mirt●.  
The fourth Edition, with Additions.  Fear God, Honour the King, 1 Pet. 2. 17. ● My son, fear thou the LORD, and the King: and meddle not with them that are given to change, Prov. 24. 21. 
London, Printed by T. ● Johnson, for T. Passenger at th● Three: Bibles on London-Bridge, 167●.   

A Table of the Sonnets contained in this Book.  

DEfacing of Whitehall.  
The Loyal Soldier.  
The Holly-bush.  
The Independent Red-coat.  
London Pamphleteers.  
The Soldiers Delight.  
The : A Medley.  
Loyalist and Round-head.  
Gerard's Mistress.  
The scornful Lover.  
Upon an Act for Treason.  
A Song upon a Recanting Lover.  
Of Titulary Honor.  
The New Droll.  
Upon the Newfound Wells.  
The silly Shepherd.  
Upon the Goldsmith's Committee.  
In praise of Brewers.  
The Contest.  
The fond Amotist.  
On Women.  
The satiated Lover.  
A Love Riddle.  
The loving Contest.  
In praise of his Mistress.  
A Lovesong.  
A Pastoral Song: With the Answer.  
Upon Charing-Cross.  
A Song in derision of his Mistress.  
The Dominion of the Sword.  
The sickle Lover.  
A Mock-song.  
Good Counsel.  
The Blind Zealor.  
Full forty times over.  
The Answer.  
The Jovialists Coronation.  
A Lovers Request.  
The despairing Lover to his Mistress,  
Gather your Rosebuds  
The Muses courting Sack.  
The Constant Lover.  
The Loyal Prisoner.  
The Maiden's Complaint.  
Canaries Coronation.  
The Lover's Complaint.  
Platonic Love.  
Upon passionate Love.  
The Woman's Answer.  
A Song upon Putt and Tick-tack.  
London's Gratulation to General Monck  
All hail to the days, &c:  
I dote, I dote.  
A Pastoral Song.  
OF Caveat for Maidens.  
The Platonic Lover.  
Love's Ecstasy.  
The Husbandman and Servingman.  
A merry Medley.  
The Resolute Lover.  
Upon the Draining of the Fens.  
A Song in praise of Canary.  
The protecting Brewer.  
Cromwel's Coronation.  
A Medley of the Nations.  
The Royalists Answer to Nay prithee don't fly me.  
A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick.  
England's Triumph.  
The taking of Mardike.  
The Reresurrection of the Rump.  
The Bull's Feather.  
The merry Goodfellow.  
The Levellers Rant.    

THE LOYAL GARLAND.  

Upon defacing of Whitehall.  

WHat Booker doth prognosticate  
Concerning Kings or Kingdoms state,  
I think myself to be as wise,  
As some that gazeth on the skies:  
My skill goes beyond, the depth of a Pond,  
Or Rivers in the greatest rain,  
Whereby I can tell, all things will be well,  
When the King enjoys his own again.   

2. There's neither Swallow, Dove, nor Dade,  
Can soa● more high, or deeper wade;  
Nor show a reason from the stars,  
What causeth Peace or Civil Wars:  
The man in the Moon, may wear out his shoo'n  
By running after Charles his Wain,  
But all's to no end, for the times will not mend  
Till the King, etc.   

3. Full forty years this Royal Crown  
Hath been his fathers and his own:  
And is there any one but He,  
That in the same should sharers be▪  
For who better may, the Sceptre sway,  
Thou he that hath such right to reign?  
Then let's hope for a peace, for the Wars will not cease  
Till the King enjoys, etc.   

4. Though for a time we see Whitehall  
With Cobweb-hanging on the wall,  
In stead of gold and silver brave,  
Which formerly 'twas wont to have,  
With rich perfume in every room,  
Delightful to that Princely Train,  
Which again shall be, when the time you see,  
That the King enjoys, etc.   

5. Did Walker no predictions lack  
In Hammonds bloody Almanac?  
Foretelling things that would ensue,  
That all proves right, if lies be true:  
But why should not he, the pillory foresee,  
Wherein poor Toby once was ta'en?  
And also foreknow, toth' Gallows he must go,  
When the King enjoys, etc.   

6. Then avaunt upon thy hill,  
My hope shall cast his Anchor still,  
Until I see some peaceful 
* Gen. Monck  Dove,  
Bring home the Branch I dearly love:  
Then will I wait till the waters abate,  
Which most disturbs my troubled brain,  
Else never rejoice till I hear the voice,  
That the King enjoys his own again.    

The Loyal Soldier.  

WHen in the field of Mars we lie,  
Amongst those Martial wights,  
Who never daunted are to die  
For King and Country's Rights,  
As on Belona's God I wait, & her attendant be,  
Yet being absent from my mate, I live in misery   

2. When lofty winds aloud do blow,  
It snoweth, hail, or rain,  
And Charon in his boat doth row,  
Yet steadfast I'll remain,  
And for my shelter in some barn creep,  
Or under some Hedge lie,  
The Roundheads which strong Castles keep,  
Knows no such misery.   

3. When down in straw we tumbling lie,  
With Morpheus charms asleep,  
My heavy, sad and mournful eye,  
In security so deep,  
Then do I dream within my arms  
With thá: I sporting lie,  
Then do I dread, or fear no harms,  
Nor feel no misery.   

4. When all my joys are thus complete;  
The Cannons loud do play,  
The Drums alarm straight do beat,  
Trumpet sounds, Horse, away,  
Awake I then, and nought can find  
But death attending me,  
And all my joys are vanished choir,  
This is my misery.   

5 When hunger oftentimes I feel,  
And water could do drink,  
Yet from my Colours I'll not steal,  
Nor, from my KING will shrink:  
No Traitor base shall make me pield,  
But for the Cause I'll be:  
This is my love, pray Heaven to shield,  
And far well misery.   

6. Then to'our Arms we strait do fly,  
And forthwith marcth away,  
Few Towns or Cities we come nigh,  
Good liquor us deny:  
In Letho deep, our woes we stéep,  
Our Loves forgotten be,  
Amongst the jovialists we Sing,  
Hang up all misery.   

7. Propitious Fate then be more kind,  
Grim death lend me thy Dart;  
O Sun and Moon, and eks the Wind,  
Great Jove take▪ thou our part,  
That of these Roundheads and these wars,  
An end that we may see,  
And thy great Name wée'l all applaud;  
And hang all misery.    

The Holly-Bush.  

CLear the eyes of the Watch,  
Lazy sleep we dispatch,  
From hence as far as Dep●bford,  
For your: Flock-beds and your Feather  
Wée'll expose to the weather,  
And hang all the shéets on the Bed-cord.   

Then sleep, sleep, and enjoy your beds,  
You quiet drowsy heads,  
May the Furies of the night,  
Scarlet Fleas you affright,   

And pinch you black and yellow,  
But the plump brawny Louse  
Scorns the shelter of the house,  
Oh! he's the Soldier's fellow.   

2. Some the Night-more hath pressed  
With a weight on their breast,  
The returns of their breath cannot pass;  
But with us the Tale is addle,  
We can take off the saddle,  
And turn out the Nightmare to grass,  
Then sleep, etc.   

3. Now no more will we hark  
To the charms of the Lark,  
Nor the times of the early Thrush.  
All the birds shall retire,  
And submit to the Choir  
Of we bo●es in the Holybush,  
Then sleep, etc.   

4. When the Country Lass  
With her Dairy doth pass,  
Our joys no tongue can utter:  
For we Centinel stand,  
And exact by command,  
The excize of her lips and butter.  
Then sleep, etc.    

The Independent Red-coat.  

COme drawer, come fill us about more wine  
let us merrily tipple, the day is our own  
We'll have our delights, let the country go pine  
Let the King and the Kingdom's groan:  
For the day is our own, and so shall continue,  
whilst Monarchy we baffie quite,  
Wée'll spend all the Kingdoms Revenue,  
and sacrifice all to de light:  
'Tis power that brings us all to be ●ings,  
and we'll be all crowned by our might.   

2. A fig for Divinity, Lecture, and Law,  
and all that to Royalty do pretend,  
We will by our sword keep the kingdoms in awe  
and our power shall never have end:  
The Church & the State we'll turn into liquor,  
and spend a whole town in a day,  
Wée'll melt all their bodkins the quicker  
into Sack, and so drink them away,  
We'll spend the demeans o'ch bishops & deans,  
and over the Presbyter sway.   

3. The nimble St. Patrick is sunk in a bog,  
& his countrymen sadly cry, oh hone, oh hone  
St. Andrew and's Kirk-men are lost in a fog,  
and we are the Saints alone:  
Thus on our superiors and equals we trample  
whilst jockey the stirroy shall hold,  
The Cities our Mule for example,  
while we thus in plenty are rolled,  
Each delicate dish shall but answer our wish,  
and our drink shall be cordial Gold.    

On the London-Pamphleteers.  

My quill shall not judge, nor so much as grudge  
at the gains of a great Commander,  
I'll only have to do with an impudent crew,  
made up of money and slander:  
Old Nick rules the roast of the rotten London post,  
which in time hée'l overturn all,  
The same spirit guides, and craftily confides,  
with the Diary and Diurnal.   

Lo now, where do you think  
Boys, lies all the Chink?  
Oh the Devil hugs many a Darling.  
Here's a List of the Curs, and many Revolters,  
That hath buried ten thousand starling.   

2. Politicus was rifled, and sooner robbed than  
for truth, though he tells but little: stifled  
Civicus ea●s béef, before whose relief,  
was writ down fasting spittle,  
Britannicus doth look for a Massy-book,  
which standeth against all reason.  
Each line doth it rot, and slain with a blot  
of high and abominable Treason.  
Lo now, etc.   

3. The Parliament-Scout, in luck find him o●●  
with his brethren birds together,  
Who hath vented more lies, than stars in the skies,  
or drops in a years wet weather.  
The saucy Oxford-Spy, was but one entire l●●  
and the Phamphletéers in the Star-nest,  
Is gone before to hell, the News for to tell,  
and the Devil detains him for earnest.  
Lo now, etc.   

4 Here's two ballad-men, have got well by these pen,  
who can both write and well sing,  
One as round as a hoop, 's made Captain oft Troop,  
t'other gapes for a place under Elsing.  
Here's a curled pated lout, who cries books about  
is grown such a grand deceiver,  
That by the very sale of the Spectacle Tale,  
he hath purchased a new fashion Bever.  
Lo now, etc.   

5. Here's an old rotten quean, whose smock's very mean,  
which used to cry Marp-bones,  
Is married to the led for the money that he had  
and now kéeps a Press of their own.  
Lo vow, etc.    

The Soldiers delight.  

FAir Phydelia, tempt no more,  
I may not now thy beauty so adore;  
Nor offer to thy shrine,  
I serve one more divine,  
and greatre far than you:  
Hark, the Trumpet calls away,  
We must ●o, lest the foe  
get the field, and win the day,  
Then mar●h bravely on,  
charge them in the Van,  
Our Cause Gods is, though the odds is,  
ten times ten to one.   

2. Tempt no more I may not yield,  
although thine eyes a kingdom may surprise  
Leave oft thy wanton tales,  
The Highborn Prince of Wales  
is mounted in the field,  
Where the the Lopal Gentry flock,  
though forlorn, nobly born,  
Of a ne'er decaying stock:  
Cavaliers be hold, ne'er let go your hold,  
Those that loirers; are by traitors  
merely bought and sold.   Phyl. 
3. One kiss more, and so farewell:  Sold. 

Fie, no more, I prithee fool give over,  
Why cloud'st thou thus thy beams?  
I see by these extremes,  
a woman's heaven or hell:  
Pray the King may have his own,  
that the Queen may be seen,  
With her Babes on England's Throne,  
Rally up your men, one shall vanquish ten,  
Victory, we come to try our valour once age●●.    

The : Or, a Medley.  

ROom for a Gamester that plays at all he see  
whose fickle fancy fits such tims as the●●  
One that says Amen to every factious propte  
from Hugh Peter's pulpit to St. Peter's Cha●e  
One that doth defy the croster and the Crow  
but yet can bouse with blades that carouse  
whilst Pottle pots tumble down, very down  
One that can comply with Surplice and with Clo●  
yet for his end can Independ  
whilst Presbyterian brolce Britain's yoke.   

2. This is the way to trample without trembling  
'tis the Sycophant's only secure,  
Covenants and oaths are badges of dissembling  
'tis the politic put's down the pure:  
To profess and betray, to plunder and pray,  
Is the only ready way to be great,  
flattery doth the feat:  
ne'er go, ne'er stir, will venture further  
Than the greatest Dons in the town,  
from a Copper to a Crown.   

3. I am in a temperate humour now to think we  
Now I'm in another humour for to drink well,  
Then fill us up a Béer-bowl boys, that we  
May drink it merrily,  
No knavish Spy shall understand,  
For if it should be known,  
'Tis ten to one we shall be trappaned.   

4. I'll drink to thee a brace of quarts,  
Whose Anagram is called True Hearts,  
If all were well as I would have't,  
and Britain cur's of its tumour,  
I should very well like my fate,  
And drink my Sack at a cheaper rate,  
without any noise or tumour.  
oh than I should fix my humour.   

5. But since 'tis no such matter, change your hue  
I may ●og and flatter, so may you:  
Religion is a widgeon, and reason is treason,  
and he that hath a loyal heart may bid the world adieu.   

6. We must be like the Scottish man,  
who with intent to beat down Schism,  
Brought in the Presbyterian,  
with Cannon and with Catechism:  
If Beuk mooned do't, than Jockey shoot,  
for the Kirk of Scotland doth command,  
And what hath been, since they came in,  
I think we have cause to understand.    

The Royalist and Round-head.  

STay, shut the Gate,  
Tother quart, faith 'tis not so late as your thinking,  
The stars which you see in the Hemisphere ●●  
Are but studs in your cheeks by good drinking▪  
The suns gone to tipple all night in the sea boy●  
Tomorrow he'll blush that he's paler than ●● boy●▪  
Drink wine, give him water, 'tis Sack makes us the boys.   

2. Fill up the Glass,  
To the next merry Lad let it pass, come away wit:  
Let's set foot to foot, & but give our mind's ●o'●  
'Tis heretical Sir: that doth stay wit,  
then hang up good faces, let's drink till our 〈◊〉  
Gives freedom to speak, with our fanty disposes,  
Beneath whose protection now under the rose is   

3. Drink off your Bowl,  
'Twill enrich both your head and your soul with Canary:  
For a Carbuncled face saves a tedious race,  
And the Indies about us we carry:  
No Helicon like to the juice of good wine is,  
For Phoebus had never had wit that divine i●  
Had his face not been dough died as thine is, and mine is.   

4. This must go round,  
Off with your hats till the pavement be crowned with your Bevers,  
A red coated face frights a Sergeant and his mare  
whilst them constables trembles to shivers  
In state march our facs like some of the quorum  
While the whores do fall down, and the vulgar abore 'em  
And our noses like Link-boys run shining before ● m.    

The answer.  

HOld, quaff no more,  
But restore,  
If you can what you have lost by your drinking,  
Three kingdoms and Crowns,  
with their Cities and Towns,  
While the King and his Progeny's sinking:  
The studs in your cheeks have obscured his Star, boys,  
Your drink and miscarriages in the late war boys,  
Hath brought his Prerogative thus to the Bar boys,   

2. Through down the Glass,  
He's an ass  
That extracts all his worth from Canary:  
That valour will shrink,  
which is only good in drink,  
'twas the Cup made the Camp to miscarry:  
Ye thought in the world there was no power could tame ye,  
Ye tippled and whored till the foe overcame ●●  
Cuds-nigs and Ne're-stir Sir, hath vanquish  
God-dam-me.   

3. Fly from the coast,  
Dry ' are lost,  
And the water will run where the drink went,  
From thence you must slink,  
If you swear, and have no chink,  
'tis the Curse of a Royal Delinquent.  
Ye love to see Béer, bowls turned over the thumbwell,  
Ye love three fair Gamesters, four Dice, and a Drum well,  
But you'd as lief see the Devil as Olive-Cromwel   

4. Drink not the round,  
You'll be drowned  
In the source of your Sa●k and your Sonneth  
Try once more your fate,  
For the Kirk against the State,  
and go barter your Bevers for Bonnets:  
I see how you're charmed by your female enchanters,  
And therefore pack hence to Virginia for planters  
For an Act and two Red-coats will rout all the Ranters.    

The Lord Gerard's Mistress.  

BE gone thou fatal Fever,  
From me now be gone,  
Let Love alone,  
Let his Atherial slames possess my breast:  
The help of my consuming heat,  
No aid requires,  
But swift desires,  
Transfers my passion to a throne of rest;  
Where I, who never in the pride of health  
could find such warmth to move,  
By sickness tamed, and so inflamed,  
I feel no joys like Love:  
But he, who trifled many a tedious hour away  
my Love to try,  
In little space hath gained the grace,  
to have more power than I   

2. Depart thou fatal Fever,  
From me now departed,  
Think not my heart  
To thy dull flames shall be a sacrifice;  
A Maid, dread Cupid, now is on thy Altar laid  
by thee betrayed,  
A rich oblation to restore thine eyes:  
But yet nay forced acknowledgement can testify  
thou hast no craft,  
To bend thy bow against a foe  
that aims to catch thy shaft:  
Nor do I fear thine arrows, though they all  
at once 'gainst me do fly,  
She that receives ten thousand sheaves,  
can love no more than I   

3. No more, Physicians  
Try your skills no more,  
Pray give me over,  
I have a cure in physic seldom read;  
Though you are skilful Doctors,  
All the world doth know  
In learning flow,  
You may as well go practise on the dead,  
But if my Gerard please to grace me  
with the glory of his looks,  
I make no doubt to live without  
Phystrians and their books.  
'tis he who with his balming kisses  
can restore my dying breath,  
What bliss is this, to gain a kiss,  
to save a maid from death!   

4. To you that tell us,  
Of another world I vow,  
And do allow  
Your sacred precepts, if you'll grant me this,  
That he whom I adore next to the Deity,  
may go with me,  
Without whose presence there can be no bliss;  
Go teach your Tenets of Eternity,  
to those that aged be,  
Pray ne'er persuade a Lovesick Maid,  
there's any heaven but he:  
But stay, methinks a nicy flumber  
hath possessed my wearied brain,  
Pray bid him die, if you think I  
shall never wake again.    

The Scornful Lover.  

LOve thee, good faith not I,  
I have something else to do,  
Alas, you mu●● go learn to talk,  
before you learn to woo,  
Nay fie, stand off, go too, go too.   

2. Because you are in the fashion,  
and newly come to Court,  
You think: your  are Orators  
to invite us to the sport,  
Aha, we do but jéer you for't.   

3. Nor look so sweetly youth,  
not fiddle with your Band,  
We know you trim your borrowed locks  
to show your pretty hand,  
You are to● young for to command.   

4. Or who so confident,  
because that lately ye,  
Have brought another compliment  
unto our Pedigree,  
Thy inside seems the worse to me.   

5. See where Sir Sworham goes,  
I marry, there's your wit,  
He cares not what he says or does,  
So Ladies laugh at it,  
Who can deny such Lads a bit?    

Upon an Act for Treason.  

BUt since it was lately enacted high Trease●▪  
For a man to speak truth 'gainst the head of a State.  
Let every wise man make use of his reason,  
to think what he will, but take heed what he pra●e  
For the Proverb doth learn us,  
he that stays from the battle sleeps in a whole skin,  
And our words are our own, if we keep them within  
What fools are we then that to praitle do begin  
of things that do nor concern us?   

2. 'Tis no matter to the whoere gets the battle  
the Tubs or the Crosses, 'tis all one to me,  
It neither increaseth my goods nor my ,  
A beggar's a beggar, and so he shall be;  
Unless he turn Traitor,  
Let misers take courses to hoard up their treasure,  
whose bounds have no limits, whose minds have no measure,  
Let me be but quiet, and take a little pleasure,  
a little contents my own nature.   

3. But what if the Kingdom returns to one of the Prime ones?  
My mind is a Kingdom, and so it shall be,  
i'll make it appear, i● I had but the time once  
He's as happy in one, as they are in three,  
if he might but enjoy it:  
He that's mounted aloft, is a mark for the fate,  
and an envy to every pragmatical pate,  
Whilst he that is low is safe in his estate.  
and the great ones do scorn to annoy him.   

4. I count him no wit that is gifted in railing  
and flirting at those that above himdo sit,  
Whilst they do out-wit him with whipping and goaling,  
His purse und his person must pay for his wit;  
but 'tis better to be drinking,  
If Sack were reform to twelve pence a quart  
I'd study for money to merchandise for't,  
With a friend that is willing in mi●th we would sport,  
Not a word; but we'd pay it with thinking.   

5. My petition shall be that Canary be cheaper  
without either Custom, or cursed Exci●e,  
That the Wits may have freedom to drink deeper and deeper,  
And not be undone whilst our Noses we baptise,  
But we'll liquour them, and drench them,  
if this were but granted, who would not desire  
To dub himself one of Apollo's own Choir?  
and than we will drink whilst ●ur Noses are on fire  
And the quart-pots shall be Buckets to quench them.    

A Song upon a Recanting Lover.  

SUre it was a dream, how long, fond man have I  
been fooled into captivity?  
my Newgate was my want of wit,  
I did myself commit, my bonds I knit,  
I my ●wn japlor was, mine only foe,  
Which did my freedom disollow,  
I was a Prisoner, cause I would be so.   

2. 'Twas a sine life I lived, when I did dress  
myself to court your ●évishness,  
When I did at your footstool lie,  
expecting from your eye, to live or die.  
Now frowns or smiles, I care not which I have  
for rather tha● I'll be your s●ave,  
I'll court the Gods to send me to my grave.   

3. Farewell those charms that did so long bewitch,  
farewel that wanton youthful itch,  
Farewell that treacherous blinking boy,  
which proffered seeming joy for to destroy;  
Farewell those nights of pleasure, and to you,  
which were well known were not a few,  
For ever, ever, evermore adieu.   

4. Now I can stand the Salleys of your eyes,  
in vain are all your Batteries,  
Nor can that low dissembling style,  
nor that be witched smile longer beguile,  
Nor those heart-traps which you each hour renew,  
to all those witchcrafts, and to you,  
For ever, evermore I bid adieu.   

5. Now will I shake off those chains, & prove  
opinion built the Goal of Love,  
Made all his bonds, gave him his vow,  
his broken arrows too which murder so,  
Nay all those Fancies, which as Lover's dream  
were all composed to make a Theme,  
For some carrousing Poets drunken flame.    

Of Titulary Honor.  

NAy préethée don't fly me,  
But sit thee down by me,  
For I cannot endure the man that's demure,  
a pox on your Worships and Sirs:  
For your Congées and tricks,  
with your Legs and your Lips,  
Your Madams and Lords,  
and such finical words,  
And the Compliment you bring,  
That doth spell nothing,  
you may keep for the Chains and the Furs,  
For at the beginning was neither Peasant nor Prince,  
And who the Devil made the distinction since?   

2. Those Titles of Honours,  
do remain in the Donors,  
And not in that thing,  
to which they do cling,  
If his ●●oul be too narrow that wears them,  
no delight can I see  
In the thing called degree;  
honest Dick sounds as well  
As a name with an L,  
that with Titles do swell,  
And hums like a Bell,  
to affright mortal ears that do hear 'em:  
He that wears a brave soul, & dares honestly do  
is a Herald to himself, and a Godfather too.   

3. Why should we then dote on,  
one with a Fool's coat on,  
Whose Coffers are trammed,  
but yet he'll be damned  
Ere he'll do a good act, or a wise one?  
what reason hach he  
To be ruler o'er me,  
who is Lord o'er his Chest,  
But his head and his breast  
are but empty and bare,  
And puffed up with air,  
and can neither assist, nor advise one:  
honour's but air, and proud flesh but dust is,  
'tis the Commons make the Lords, as the Clerk makes the Justice.   

4. But since we must be  
of a different degree,  
'Cause most do aspire,  
to be greater and higher  
Than the rest of their fellows and brothers,  
he that hath such a spirit,  
Let him gained by his merit,  
spend his wit, wealth, and blood,  
For his country's good,  
and make himself fit,  
By his valour and wit,  
for things above the reach of all others:  
honour's a prize, and who wins it may wear it  
if not, 'tis a badge and a burden to bear it.   

5. For my part let me be  
but quiet and free,  
I'll drink Sack and obey,  
let the great ones sway,  
That spend their whole time in thinking;  
I'll not busy my pate,  
With the matters of State,  
the News-books I'll burn all,  
And with the Diurnal▪  
light Tobacco, and admit,  
They are so far sit,  
for to serve good company, and drinking:  
All the name I desire is an honest good fellow,  
And that man has no worth, that wont sometimes be mellow.    

The new Droll.  

COme let's drink, the time invites,  
winter and cold weather,  
For to spend away long nights,  
and to keep good wits together,  
Better far than Cards and Di●e,  
Ice Balls art acquaint device,  
Made up with Fan and Feather.   

2. Of strange actions on the Seas,  
why should we be jealous?  
Bring us liquor that will please,  
and will make us braver fellows  
Than the bold Venetian Fleet,  
when the Turks and they do meet  
Within their Dardanello's.   

3. Valencian that famous Town,  
stood the Frenchman's wonder,  
Water they employed to drown,  
so to cut their Troops in sunder,  
Turein gave a helpless look,  
while the lofty Spaniard took  
La Ferta, and his plunder.   

4. As for water we disclaim,  
mankind's adversary,  
Once it caused the world's whole frame  
in the Deluge to miscarry;  
And that enemy of Joy,  
which sought our freedom to destroy,  
And murder good Can ary   

5. We that drink have no such thoughts,  
black and void of Reason,  
We take care to ●●● our Vaults  
with gold wine of every season;  
And with many a Chirping Cup,  
We blow one another up,  
and that's our only treason.   

6. Hear the Squibs, and mind the Bells  
the fifth of November,  
The Parson a sad story tells,  
and with horror doth remember,  
How some hot-brained Traitor wrought  
Plots that would have ruin brought  
to King, and every Member.    

On the Newfound Wells.  

WE will go no more to Tunbridge Wells,  
the Journey is so far,  
Nor ride in Epsom wagons, where  
our bodies tumbled are:  
But we'll to Westwood waters go,  
the best that e'er you saw,  
And from henceforth we'll have it called,  
The Newfound English Spa,  
Then go Lords and Ladies what ere you all,  
go thither all that pleases;  
For it will cure you without fail,  
of old and new Diseases.   

2. Thither the country people thrust  
by day, and eke by night,  
And for to fill their Bottles first,  
they scramble, scratch, and fight;  
But when the Gentry thither come,  
and people of good fashion,  
There is presented to their view,  
a fair accommodation.  
Then go Lords, etc.   

3. joan's was the first hole was found out,  
my Lady's hole ne●● after,  
Yet when you taste, you are in doubt  
which is the better water:  
But so it is, my Lady's Hole,  
doth stand so near to Joan,  
That if the people be too rude,  
they may break both holes into one.  
Then go Lords, etc.   

4. It purgeth your Lady's bodies clean,  
by stool and urine too,  
IT will make you have a stomach to't  
whither you will or no:  
Then you may step among the furs,  
a sitting place to find,  
IT will make you o●e, and shut your purse,  
before and eke behind.    

The silly Shepherd.  

A Silly shepherd wooed, but witted not  
how he might his Mistress favour gain,  
On a time they met, but kissed not,  
ever after that he sued in vain:  
Blame her not, alas, though she said nay  
to him that might, but fled away.   

2. Time perpetually is changing,  
every moment alteration brings,  
Love and beauty still estranging,  
women are alas but wanton things,  
He that will his Mistress favour gain,  
must t●ke her in a merry vain.   

3. A woman's fancy's like a Fever,  
or an Ague that doth come by fits,  
Hot and cold, but constant never,  
even as the pleasant humour hits:  
Sick, and well again, and well and sick,  
in love it is a woman's trick.   

4. Now she will and then the will not,  
put her to the trial, if once she smile:  
Silly youth, thy fortunes spill not,  
lingering labours oft themselves beguile,  
He that knocks, and can't get in,  
his Pick-lock is not worth a pin.   

5. A woman's Nay is not denial,  
silly youths of Love are served so,  
Put her to a further trial,  
Happily she'll take it, and say no;  
For it is a trick which women use,  
what they love, they will refuse.   

6. Silly youth why dost thou da●ly?  
having got time and season fit,  
Then never stand, sweet, shall I? shall I?  
nor too much commend an after wit;  
For he that will not when he may,  
when he will, he shall have nay.    

On the Goldsmith's Committee.  

COme Drawer, so me wine,  
or we'll pull down the Sign,  
For we are all Jovial Compounders:  
We'll make the house ring  
With Healths to our KING,  
and confusion light on his Confounders.   

2. Since Goldsmiths-Committee  
Affords us no pity,  
out sorrows in wine w●ewil I sléep'um;  
They force us to take  
Two Oaths, but we'll make  
a third that we ne'er mean to kéep'um.   

3. And next who e'er sees  
We'll drink on our knees  
to the King, may he thirst that repines;  
A fig for those Traitors  
That look to our waters,  
they have nothing to do with our wines.   

4. And next here's a Cup  
To the Queen, fill it up,  
were it poison we would make an end on't:  
May Charles and she meet,  
And tread under feet,  
both Presbyter and Independent.   

5. To the Prince, and all others,  
His Sisters and Brothers,  
as low in condition, as high born,  
We'll drink this, and pray,  
That shortly they may  
see all them that wrongs them at Tyborn   

6. And next here's three Bo●ls,  
To all gallant Souls,  
that for the King did, and will venture,  
May they flourish when those  
That are his and our foes,  
are hanged and rammed down to the Centre.   

7. And next let a Glass  
To our Vndoers pass,  
attended which two or three curses,  
May plagues sent from hell,  
Stuff their bodies as well,  
as the Cavaliers coin doth their purses.   

8. May the Cannibals of Pym,  
Eat them up limb by limb,  
or a hot Fever scorch'um to embers,  
Pox keep 'em in bed,  
Until they are dead,  
and repent for the loss of their Members.   

9 And may they be found  
In all to a bound,  
both with heaven and the countries' anger,  
May they never want Fractions,  
Doubts, Fears, and Distractions,  
till the Gallow-trée chokes them from danger.    

In praise of Brewers.  

THere's many a clinking verse was made  
in honour of the Blacksmiths trade,  
But more of the Brewers may be said,  
which no body can deny.   

2. I need notight else but this repeat,  
The Blacksmith cannot be complete,  
Unless the Brewer do give him a heat,  
which no body can deny.   

3. When Smug unto his Forge doth come,  
Unless the Brewer do liquor him home,  
Can ne'er stirike my pot and thy pot Tom,  
which no body, etc.   

4. Of all Professions in the town,  
This Brewer's trade did gain renown,  
His liquor once reached up to the Crown,  
which no body, etc.   

5. Much Royal blood from him did spring,  
Of all the trades this was the King,  
The Brewer had got the world in a sling,  
which no body, etc.   

6. Though Honour be a Prince's daughter,  
The Brewer will woo her in blood and slaughter,  
And win her, or else it shall cost him hot water,  
which no body, etc.   

7. He feared no power, nor martial stops,  
But whipped Armies as round as tops,  
And cut ●ff his foes as thick ashops,  
which no body, etc.   

8. He di●'d for riches down to the bottom,  
And cried, my Masters, when he had got'um,  
Let every Tub stand on his own bottom,  
which no body, etc.   

9 In war like Arts he scorned to stoop,  
For when his party began to droop,  
He'd bring them all up as round as a hoop▪  
which no body, etc.   

10. The jewish Scots who fear to eat  
The flesh of Swine, our Brewers beat,  
I was the sight of their Hogsheads made them to retreat,  
which no body, etc.   

11. Poor Jockey and his Basket-hilt  
Was beaten, and much Blood was spilt,  
When their bodies like barrels did run a tilt,  
which no body, etc.   

12. Though Jemmy did give the first assault,  
The Brewer he made them at length to halt,  
And gave them what the cat left in the malt,  
which no body, etc.   

13. They did not only bang the Kirk,  
But in Ireland too they did as much work,  
'tWas the Brewer made them surrender Cork,  
which no body, etc.   

14. This was a stout Brewer, of whom we may brag,  
But since he was hurried away with a Hag,  
We have brewed in a bottle and baked in a bag  
which no body, etc.   

15. They say that Antichrist came to settle,  
Religion within a Cooler and Kettle,  
His Nose & his Copper were both of a mettle,  
which no body, etc.   

16. He had a strong and a very stout heart,  
And looked to be made an Emperor for't,  
But the Devil did set a spoke in his Cart,  
which no body, etc.   

17. The Christian Kings began to quake,  
And said, with that Brewer no Quartels we'll make,  
We'll let him alone, as he brews let him bake,  
which no body, etc.   

18. But yet by the way you must needs understand,  
He kept all his passions so under command,  
Pride never could get the upper hand,  
which no body, etc.   

19 And now may all stout soldiers say,  
Farewell the glory of the Dray,  
For the Brewer himself to turned to clay,  
which no body, etc.   

20. Thus fell a brave Brewer the bold Son of slaughter,  
Who need not to sear much what should follow a'ter,  
That deal all his life time in fire and water,  
which no body, etc.   

21. And if his Successor had but had his might  
We all had not been in that pitiful plight,  
But alas he was found many grains too light,  
which no body, etc.   

22. Though wine be a Juice, sweet, pleasant, and pure,  
This trade doth such pleasure and profit procure  
That every Vintner in town is turned Brewer  
which no body, etc.   

23. But now let's leave singing and drink off our Bub,  
Let's call for a reckoning, and every man club  
For I think I have told you a tale of a Tub,  
which no body can deny.    

The Contest.  

BEauty and Love once fell at odds,  
and thus reviled each other:  
Quoth Love I am one of the Gods,  
and thou waitest on my Mother:  
Thou hadst no power on man at all,  
but what I gave to thee;  
Nor are you longer sweet or fair,  
than men acknowledge me.   

2. Away fond Boy, than Beauty tried,  
we know that thou art blind:  
And men of nobler parts they can,  
our grates better find:  
T was I begot the mortal Snow,  
and kind●ed▪ men's desires,  
I made thy Quiver and thy Bow,  
and wings to fan thy fires.   

3. Cupid in anger fling away,  
and thus ●o● Vulcan prayed,  
That he would tip his shafts with scorn;  
to punish his proud M●id;  
So ever since Beauty has been  
but courted for an hour,  
To love a day to held a sin,  
'gainst Cupid and his Power.    

The Fond Amorist.  

TEll me no more how fair she is,  
for I have no mind to hear  
A story of such distant Bliss,  
I never shall come near:  
By sad experience I have foui●●,  
That her perfections cause my wound.   

2. Nor tell me not how fond I am,  
for to tempt my daring fate,  
Which never time could triumph in,  
but repent too late:  
There are some hopes e'er long I may,  
In silence dote myself away.   

3. I ask no pity Love, of thee,  
nor will thy justice blame,  
So that thou wilt not envy me,  
nor glory in thy flame,  
Which crowns my heart when  it dies,  
in that it falls thy Sacrifice.    

On Women.  

FEar not, my Genius, to unfold  
thy silent thoughts of these;  
Women are born to be controlled,  
receive them as you-please:  
Their long usurped Monarchy,  
Hath made me hate such tyranny.   

2. Let them and their magnetic charms,  
as Harbingets before 'em,  
Possess themselves of Cupid's arms,  
as baits for to adore 'em:  
I'll ne'er commit Idolatry,  
With Subjects born, as well as I.   

3. Their Deity with them must fade,  
this cannot be denied;  
Yet since the pretty things were made  
out of old Adam's side:  
We'll love them still, but know as thus,  
We do't because then're part of us,  
And l●t it then suffice the Elves,  
To say we love them as our▪ self.    

The satiated Lover.  

YOu are not Cynthia better pleased than I,  
that you have led the way,  
Through this dark night of blind inconstancy  
and first by break of day:  
To freedom now we'll sacrifice dreams past,  
'twas my dull fate to cry. Good morrow last.   

2. Perhaps so soon I could not disengage,  
having a greater, score▪  
Some birds will longer hove● 'bout the Cage,  
though 'twas their Goal before:  
But 'twas not long I meant to sit about  
Your ashes, when the fire was quite burnt out   

3. But, now my jailor has my bonds untied,  
I'll hold my hands no more  
Up at Love's Bar, he is condemned and tried,  
that has been burnt before:  
But that heart sickness which you gave protects  
‛ Sister seldom that the same plague twice infects   

4. Breasts that have felt Love's cruel slavery are better fortified  
By this experience, than they e'er could he by reason or by pride:  
Then blush not that you quench your amorous flame,  
But blush with me, if e'er you love again.    

A Love-Riddle.  

DOwn in a Garden sat my dearest Love,  
her skin more soft and white, than dainty Snow,  
More tender-breasted than the harmless Dove,  
and far more kind than bleeding Pelitan,  
I courted her, she risen, and blushing said,  
Why was I born to live and die, a Maid?   

2. For her I plucked a pretty Marry-gold,  
whose leaves were shut in with the evening  
I spoke to her, Rise up Love, and behold  
what pretty Riddles this to thee hath shown: Sun  
These Leaves shut in, are chasre like Cloister Nun,  
Yet then will open, when they see the Sun.   

3. What mean you by this Riddle sir, she said,  
I pray expound it: then I thus began,  
Know Maids were made for Men, Man for a Maid,  
With that she changed colour and looked wan,  
Since you this Riddle sir, so well have told,  
Be you my Sun, I'll be your Marry-gold.    

The loving Contest.  

WHen Ph●bus had dressed his course to the we●●  
and took up his rest below:  
And Cynthia agreed in her glittering weed,  
her like in his stead to bestow:  
I walked alone, attended by none,  
till suddenly one did cry,  
Oh do not, do not kill me yet,  
For I am not prepared to die.   

2. With that I drew near, to see and to hea●,  
and there did appear such a show,  
The Moon was so light, I saw such a sight,  
it fits not each wight for to know,  
A man and a maid, together was laid,  
and ever she cried, Nay ●e,  
Oh do not, etc.   

3. This youth was so rust, that he took up he st●●●  
although she did cry, yet still did she lie  
And put him by with a no;  
for he was so strong, and she was so young,  
She rested not long for to cry,  
Oh do not, etc.   

4. Thus striving in vain, well pleased with he pai●  
she vowed to remain his foe,  
And kept such a quail, when he gave her the foll  
the greater the Bropl did grow;  
For he was prepared, and did not regard  
her words, when he heard her cry,  
Oh do not, etc.   

5. At last he gave o'er, and suddenly swore,  
he would kill her no more that night,  
But bade her adieu, for he very well knew  
she would tempt him to new delight:  
But when he wned part, it went to her heart,  
which taught her more art to cry,  
Oh kill me, kill me once again,  
For now I'm prepared to die.    

In praise of his Mistress.  

IF Narcissus foolish boy,  
did on a shadow fix his joy,  
Or consume himself in seeing,  
that which had no life, nor being:  
If fair Leda loathed a man,  
and yet doted on a Swan,  
How blessed am I than loves a Fair,  
in whom the choice of all perfections are!   

2. No cloud inhabits where she dwells,  
But all the Air perfumed smells,  
Where her touches she disposes,  
Lilies grow like fragrant Roses,  
And through every of her veins,  
the violet shoots up and resigns,  
Which doth perish and decay,  
if she but once doth turn her beams away.   

3. The pure heat of that chaste fire,  
Which shines through all her parts entire,  
and doth cheer me with de●●●ht  
Those heavenly objects fill my sight,  
dearest yet forget to kill,  
That I may live to serve you still,  
that I may kiss that blessed hand,  
And so a Lover's statue always stand.   

4. That I may have the happiness  
to hug that tree, and not transgress:  
To pluck those flowers, whose virtues are  
to make me rich, thee only rare,  
Or those kindlers of desire,  
which do set the world on fire,  
And so affright those powers above,  
by consuming, all consuming Love.    

A Love Song.  

Lie still, my dear, why dost thou rise,  
The light that shines comes from thine eyes,  
The day breaks not, it is my heart,  
to think that thee, and I must part.  
Oh stay, oh stay, oh stay,  
Or else our joys will die,  
Or perish in their infancy.   

2. 'Tis true, 'tis day, what if it be,  
wilt thou therefore rise from me?  
Did we lie down because of night,  
and shall we rise for fear of night?  
Oh no: since in darkness we came hither,  
With leave of light we'll lie together.   

3. Love, let me lie in thy sweet breast,  
more sweeter than the Phoenix nest,  
Love caused desire by thy sweet charms,  
oh let me lie within Love's arms:  
Oh let, oh let, thy blissful kisses cherish,  
Or else my instant joys will perish.    

A Pastoral Song: With the Answer.  

CLoris since thou art fled away,  
Amyntas sheep are gone astray,  
And all the joys he took to see  
his pretty Lambs run after thee,  
They're gone, they're gone; and he always,  
sings nothing now, but welladay, welladay.   

2. Th' emboidered Scrip he used to wear,  
neglected lies, so doth his hair,  
His crook is broke, Dog howling lies,  
while he laments with woeful eyes,  
Oh Cloris, Cloris, I decay,  
and forced am to cry, welladay, welladay.   

3. His Daten Pipe whereon he plays  
so oft to his sweet Roundelays,  
Is fling away, and not a Swain  
dares pipe or sing upon his plain,  
'Tis death to any that shall say,  
one word to him but welladay, welladay▪   

4. The way whereon her dainty feet,  
in even measure used to meet,  
Is broken down; and no content  
came near Amintas since she went:  
For all that e'er I heard him say,  
was Cloris, Cloris, welladay, welladay.   

5. Th'ground whereon she used to tread,  
he ever since hath laid his head,  
Still breathing forth such pining woes.  
that not one blade of grass there grows:  
Oh Cloris, Cloris, come away,  
and hear Amintas welladay, welladay,    

The Answer.  

CLoris, since thou art gone astray,  
Amyntas, shepher'ds fled away,  
And all the joys he wont to spy  
I'th' Babies of thine eye,  
Are gone, and she hath nought to say,  
But who can help what will away, will away?   

2. The Green on which it was her chance  
To have her hand first in a dance,  
Among the merry Maidens cr●w,  
Now makes her nought but sigh and rue  
The time she e'er had cause to say,  
And who can help what will away, will away?   

3. The Lawn with which she want to deck,  
And circle in her whiter Neck:  
Her Apron lies be hind the door,  
The strings won't reach now as before,  
Which makes her oft cry welladay,  
But who can help what will away, will away?   

4. He often swore that he would leave me,  
 of my heart he could bereave me,  
But when the Sign was in the Tail,  
He knew poor Maiden-flesh was frail,  
And laughs now I have nought to say,  
But who can help what will away, will away▪   

5. But let the blame upon me lie,  
I had no heart him to deny:  
Had I another Maidenhead,  
I'd lose it e'er I went to bed;  
For what can all the world more say,  
Than who can help what will away, will away    

Upon Charing-Cross.  

UNdone, undone, you Lawyers are,  
that wander about the Town,  
And can't find the way to Westminster,  
now Charing-Cross is down:  
At the end o'th' Strand they make a stand,  
sweeting they're at a loss,  
And chase say, that's not the way.  
they must go by Charing-Cross.   

2. The Committées they said, Verily, to popery it was bend  
For aught I know, it might be so, to Church it never went:  
What with— and other Laws, the Kingdom doth begin,  
To think you I leave them ne'er a Cross without doors, nor within.   

3. For neither man woman nor child, can say, I'm confident,  
That e re they heard it speak a word, against the Parliament,  
IT had Letters about it found some say, or else it had been freed,  
Fore George I'll take my Oath of it, it could neither write, nor read.    

A Song in derision of his Mistress.  

FIne young folly, though you wear That rare beauty, I do swear, yet you ne'er came near my heart;  
For we Courtiers learn at school, only with your sex to fool,  
You are not worth a serious part.   

2. When I sigh and kiss your hand, cross mine Arms, and wondering stand,  
Holding Parley with your eye, next to dally with my desires,  
Swear the Sun ne'er shot such sires▪ all's but a handsome Lye.   

3. When I eye your curled lace, gentle Soul, you think your face  
Strait some murder doth commit, and your conscience doth begin,  
To grow scrup'lous of a sin, when I court to she win ywit.   

4. Therefore Madam, wear no Cloud, nor to check my love grow proud;  
For in truth, I much do doubt 'tis the powder in your hair,  
Not your breath perfumes the air, but your  that set you out.   

5. Yet for all this truth confessed, and I swear I loved in jest:  
When I next begin to court, and protest an amorous flame,  
You'll swear I in earnest am; beldame, this is pretty spor●.    

The Dominion of the Sword.  

LAy by your pleading, Law lies a bleeding,  
Burn all your studies down▪ and throw away your reading   

2. Small power the word has,  
And can afford us,  
Not half so much privilege as the sword does.   

3. It fosters your Masters,  
It plasters Disasters,  
It makes the servants quickly greater than thee master   

4. It venter's, it enters,  
It seeks and it centres,  
It makes a apprentice free in spite of his Inde●te●●   

5. It talks of small things,  
But it sets up all things,  
This master's Money, though Money masters all things   

6. It is not season,  
To talk of reason,  
Nor call it Loyalty, when the sword will have it Treason   

7. It conquers the Crown too,  
The Grave and the Gown too,  
First it sets up a Presbyter, & then it pulls his down to   

8. This subtle Disaster,  
Turns Bonnet to Beaver  
Down goes a Bishop, Sirs, and up starts▪ Weavit   

9 This makes a Lap-man,  
To preach and to pray man,  
And makes a Lord of him that was but a Drape ●an.   

10. Far from the Gulpit,  
Of Sa●bey's Pulpit,  
This brought an Hebrew Iron-monger to 〈◊〉 Pulpit.   

11. Such pitiful things be,  
More happier than Kings be,  
They get the upperhand of Thimblebee and Slingsber.   

2. No Gospel can guide it,  
No Lw can decide it.  
In Church or State, till the Sword hath sanctified it.   

13. Down goes your Law-tricks,  
Far from the Matricks,  
Spring up holy Hewsons' power, & pulled down St. Patrick's.   

14. This Sword it prevails too,  
So highly in Wales too,  
Shinkin ap Powel swears Cuts-plutterer nails too.   

15. In Scotland this faster,  
Did make such disaster,  
That they sent their money back for which they sold their Master.   

16. It battered their Gunkirk,  
And so it did their Dunkirk,  
That he is fled, and swears the Devil is in Dunkirk.   

17. He that can tower,  
Or he that is lower,  
Would be judged a fool to put away his power.   

18. Take books and rend 'em,  
Who can invent 'em,  
When that the Sword replies, Negatur Argumentum?   

19 Your brave Colledge-Butlers,  
Must st●op to the Sutler's,  
There's ne'er a Library like to the Cutlers,   

20. The blood that was spilt, Sir.  
Hath gained all the Gilt, Sir,  
Thus have you seen me run my sword up to the Hilt, Sir.    

The fickle Lover.  

Why should you swear I am forsworn,  
since thine I vowed to be:  
Lady, it is already morn,  
and 'twas last night I swore to thee  
That fond impossibility.   

2. Have I not loved thee much and long,  
a tedious twelve hours spacè?  
I must all other Beauties wrong,  
and rob thee of a new embrace,  
Should I still dote upon thy face.   

3. Not but all joys in thy brown hair,  
by others may be found,  
But I must search the black and fair,  
like skilful Mineralists, that sound  
For treasure in a plow'd-up ground.   

4. Then if when I have loved my round,  
thou provest the pleasant she,  
With spoil of meaner Beauties crowned,  
I loaden will return to thee,  
Even sated with variety.    

A Mock-song.  

HOwl, howl, some prodigious Owl,  
For a Monster so foul,  
no tongue can express,  
And I fear I shall die,  
with a squint from that eye,  
Which so lately did fly,  
like infection from the sky,  
Or some worse Malady:  
but I'll do what I can,  
ne'er to see her again.   

2. When I, in the Kitchen did spy,  
this deformed prodigy,  
On her knóes scouring dishes,  
oh she looked so like a witch,  
That my feet and hands did itch,  
to be kicking of her bréech,  
Or t'embrace her with a switch;  
but she'll yield such a scréech  
That I was well assured,  
she could not be endured.   

3. Bloat, bloat, and as chaste as a stoat,  
or a lecherous Goat,  
Was this damnable Hag,  
from each eye there did come,  
A thick menstruous gum  
like the spermatick foam  
Of some ulcerated wom'b;  
but I dare make it known,  
That this stuff did arise,  
from no pearls of her eyes.   

4. But now, increaseth my woe.  
though I truly did know  
Where this Polecat did dwell;  
for her work being done,  
'Bout the platter and the spoon,  
she was vanished soon,  
And left me glad alone,  
and to the Devil she is gone,  
Which makes me to say,  
that I'll keep Holiday.   

5. Hence I, for ever will defy,  
such vain impurity,  
As the Kitchen affords:  
all you sluts then adieu,  
Be your smocks old or new,  
I'll have nothing to do,  
With such Tallow-mine as you,  
but my love I le renew,  
Where I'll sigh out my breath,  
till occasion d by death.    

Good Counsel.  

CLoris forbear a while,  
do not o'er joy-me,  
Urge not another smile,  
lest thou destroy me:  
That beauty pleaseth most,  
and is soonest taken,  
Which is soon won, soon lost,  
kindly forsaken:  
I love a coming Lass, i'faith I do,  
But now and then would have her scornful too.   

2. O cloud those eyes of thine,  
bo-péep thy feature,  
Warmed with an April shine,  
scorch not the creature,  
Thus to display thy ware,  
thus to be fooling,  
Argues how rude you are,  
in Cupid's schooling:  
Disdain begets a shent, scorn draws me nigh,  
'Tis cause I would and can't, makes me try.   

3. Cloris, I'd have thee wise,  
when gallants w●●e thee,  
And Courtship thou despise,  
fly those pursue thee,  
Fasting moves appetite,  
makes hunger greáter,  
What's stinted of delight,  
falls to the better:  
Be kindly coy betimes, be smoothly rough,  
And buckle now and then, and that's enough.    

The blind Zealor.  

I Am not mad, O Festus,  
When zeal and godly knowledge  
have put me in hope,  
to deal with the Pope,  
As well as the best in the College,  
Boldly I preach war a Cross, war a Su●plice,  
Mitres, Copes, and Rochets,  
Come hear me pray nine times a day,  
And fill your heads with Crotchets.   

2. In the house of pure Emanuel,  
I had my education,  
Where my friends surmise,  
I dazzled my eyes  
With the sight of the Revelation,  
Boldly, etc.   

3. They bind me like a Bedlam,  
They lash my four poor quarters,  
while this I endure,  
Faith maltes me sure,  
To be one of Foxes Martyrs.  
Boldly, etc.   

4. These injuries I suffer,  
Through Antichrists persuasion?  
Take away the chain,  
Neither, Room, nor Spain,  
Can resist my strong invasion,  
Boldly, etc.   

5. Of the Beasts ten horns, Lord bless us,  
I have knocked off three already,  
If they let me alone,  
I'll leave her none,  
Though some say I am too heavy.  
Boldly, etc.   

6. I assailed the seven-hiled City,  
Where I met the great red Dragon,  
But I kept him aloof,  
With the Armour of proof,  
Though here I have never a rag on.  
Boldly, etc.   

7. With fire, Sword, and Target,  
I encountered with the monster,  
Though the sons of pride,  
My zeal deride,  
And all my deeds misconster.  
Boldly, etc.   

8. I saw two in a Vision,  
With a flying book between 'em,  
I fell in despair  
Five times in a year,  
And was cured by reading Grenham.  
Boldly, etc.   

9 I observed in Perkins Table  
The blank line of damnation,  
but those crooked veins  
so st●●k in my brains,  
That I feared my reprobation.  
Boldly, etc.   

10. I unhorsed the whore of Babel,  
With a Lance of inspiration,  
But I made her stink,  
and spill her drink,  
In the Cup of abomination.  
Boldly, etc.   

11. In the holy tongue of Canaan,  
I placed my greatest pleasure,  
Till I prick my foot  
with an hebrew root,  
That bled beyond all measure,  
Boldly, etc.   

12. I appeared before th' Archbishop,  
And all the High Commission,  
I gave him no grace,  
But told him to his face  
He favoured Superstition,  
Boldly, etc.    

Full forty times over.  

Full forty times over I have strived to wi●  
Full forty times over repulsed have been,  
But 'tis forty to one but I'll tempt her again;  
for he's a dull Lover  
that so will give over,  
Since thus runs the sport,  
Since thus runs the sport,  
Assault her but often, and you carry the Fort,  
since thus runs the sport,  
Assault her but often, and you carry the Fort.   

2. There's a breach ready made which still  
open hath been,  
With thousands of thoughts to betray it within,  
If you once but approach, you are sure to get in, then stand not off coldly,  
but venier on boldly  
With weapon in hand,  
With weapon in hand,  
If you once but approach, she's not able to stand  
with weapon in hand,  
If you once but approach she's not able to stand   

3. Some Ladies when down before them you sit,  
Will think to repulse you with Fire-buds of wit,  
But alas they're but crackers, & seldom do hit,  
then vanquish them after,  
with alarms of laughter,  
Their Forces being broke,  
Their Forces being broke,  
And the fire quite out, you may vanquish to smoke  
their forces being broke:  
And the fire quite out, you may vanquish in smoke   

4. With pride and with state, some outworks they make,  
And with volleys of Frowns drive the enemy back:  
If you mind her discreetly she's easy to take,  
then to it, ne'er fear her,  
but boldly come near her,  
By working about,  
By working about,  
If you once but approach, she can ne'er hold it out,  
by working about,  
If you once but approach, she can ne'er hold it out.   

5. Some Ladies with blushes & modesty fight,  
And with their own fears the rude foe do affright,  
But they're easily surprised if you come in the night;  
then this you must drive at,  
to Parley in private,  
And then they're o'erthrown,  
And then they're o'erthrown,  
If you promise them fairly, they'll soon be your own,  
and then they're o'erthrown,  
If you promise them fairly, they'll soon be your own.    

The Answer.  

HE is a fond Lover that doteth on scorn,  
Who Fortune's neglects hath patiently born:  
He's proud of abules, if e'er he return  
To prove a fond Lover,  
His wit he'll discover,  
By striving to win,  
A fort, where old forces neglected have been,   

2. For when a Fort we defend from the foe,  
We traitors imprison, they ne'er come below,  
And her Fort is defended by answering, Not  
If this will not do it,  
Disdain added to it,  
Your weapon will fall;  
Although you approach, you'll not enter at all,   

3. They are Ladybirds sure, these Lovers intent,  
Which cannot with wit such a fortress defend  
Whilst Hector's their Squibs and their Crackers do spend;  
And vainly come after,  
To conquer with laughter;  
For she hath us wit,  
That spends all her ●ire in the smoke to be hit.   

4. Where a fort hath no strength but such as is made  
By pride and by state, such a foe may invade;  
For these are defences for those of the trade:  
You men are so witty,  
Works guard not our City,  
But forts within,  
With which we maintained, though the outworks you win.   

5. These warriors at last with our weapons will light;  
If we are not ware, they'll come in the night:  
But alas they're denied, our ●ertues are bright  
For she that loves honour,  
No parley e'er won her,  
To yield up her power,  
For a few flattering words, and the sport of an hour.    

The Jovialists Coronation.  

SInce it must be so, why then so let it go,  
Let the Giddi-brained times turn round▪  
Now we have our King, let the Goblets be crowned  
And our Monarchy thus we recover:  
Whilst the Pottles are weeping,  
Weed drench our sad souls  
In big-bellyed Bowls,  
And our sorrows in wine shall lie stéeping,  
And we'll drink till our eyes do run over,  
and prove it by reason,  
It can be no treason  
To drink, or to sing  
A Mournifal of Healths to our true Crowned King.   

2. Let us all stand bare, in the presence we ●●●  
Let our Noses like Bonfires shine:  
In stead of the Conduits let Pottles run win:  
To perfect this true Coronation;  
And we that are loyal in drink shall be Péers,  
For that face that wears Claret,  
Looks like the Blood Royal,  
And out-stares the Boars of our Nation;  
In sign of Obedience,  
Our Oaths of Allegiance,  
Béer-glasses shall be,  
And he that tipples, tends to the Nobility.   

3. But if in this Reign, a Halberdly tra●●,  
Or a Constable chance to revel,  
And would with his twyvels maliciously swell  
And against the King's party raise Arms,  
Then the Drawers like Yeomen o the Guard,  
With Quart-pots,  
Shall fuddle the Sots,  
Till they make 'em both Cuckolds & Fréemen  
And on their wives beat up Alarm:  
Thus as the Health passes,  
we'll trifle our Glasses,  
And count it no sin  
To drink and be loyal, in defence of our King.    

A Lovers Request.  

SInce 'tis my fate to be thy flave,  
render such pity you would crave:  
Since 'tis my fortune so to be,  
to him that courts his destiny.   

2. 'twas those magnetic eyes ●● at drew  
my heart away at the first view,  
Since then to love it was the womb  
which gave it life, be not the tomb.   

3. Should I affect exiled delay  
dangers attends a tedious way:  
Few are the words that may combine  
our hearts, 'tis only say Thou'r● mine.   

4. Yet if another hath possessed  
those hopes that might have made me blest,  
Be speedy in thy Doom, and I  
by death am freed from misery.    

The despairing Lover to his Mistress.  

FAir Archabella to thine eirs,  
that paints just blushes on the skies;  
Each noble heart shall sacrifice;  
yet be not truel though you may,  
When e'er you please to save, or slay,  
or with a frown benight the day.   

2. I do not beg that you should rest  
in an enforced highway breast,  
A Lodging for each common guest:  
but I present a bleeding heart,  
That never felt a former smart,  
wounded by love, not pricked by art.   

3. And if you smile, than I shall live:  
but if you frown, a death you give,  
For which it were a sin to grieve:  
but if it be decreed I fall,  
Grant me one Boon, one Boon is all,  
that you would me your Martyr call.    

Good Advice.  

GAther your Rosebuds whilst you may,  
for time is still a flying,  
And that same Flower which grows to day,  
to morrow will be dying.   

2. The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,  
the higher he is getting,  
The sooner will his race be run,  
and nearer is to setting,   

3. That age is best that is the first,  
whilst youth and blood are warmer:  
But being fled, grows worse and worse,  
and ill succéeds the former.   

4. Then be nor coy, but spend your time,  
and whilst you may, go marry;  
For having once but lost your prime,  
you may for ever tarry.    

The Muses courting Sack.  

POx take you Mistress, I'll be gone,  
I have friends to wait upon;  
Think you I'll myself confine  
to your humours, Lady mine?  
No: your lowering looks do say,  
'twill be a rainy drinking day,  
To the Tavern let's away.   

2. There have I a Mistress got,  
cloistered in a Pottle-pot:  
Plump and bounding, soft and fair,  
buxom, sweet, and de bonair,  
And they call her Sack my Dear.   

3. Sack with no scornful dread will blast me,  
though upon the bed she cast me,  
Yet ne'er blush herself to red,  
nor fear the loss of Maidenhead:  
And though mute and still she be,  
quicker wits she brings to me  
Then I e'er could find in thee;  
Yet if thou wilt take the pain  
to be kind yet once again,  
And with thy smiles but call me back,  
thou shalt be the Lady Sack.  
Oh then try, and you shall see,  
what a loving soul I'll be,  
When I'm drunk with none but thee.    

The Constant Lover.  

MVst your fair enflaming eye  
Make a Lover mourn or cry?  
All consenting, not repenting  
At your will to live or die.   

2. Must your fair face, and rare desert,  
Keep in awe a Lover's heart?  
Yet by praying, and obeying,  
In thee I hope to have part.   

3. In excess of joy or pain,  
I still labour to attain  
Such a measure of Love's treasure,  
Never to be poor again.   

4. Although I should plainly see  
Your disdain would murder me,  
It should not fright me, but delight me,  
So I might thy Martyr be.    

The Loyal Prisoner.  

HOw happy's that Prisoner that conquers his fa●e  
With silence, and ne've on bad fortunes complains:  
But carelessly plays with Keys on his grates,  
And he makes a sweet consort with them and his chains,  
He ●rown●● care in Sack, while his thoughts are oppressed,  
And he makes his heart float like a Cork in his breast.  
Then since we are all Slaves, and Islanders be,  
And our land a large prison enclosed with the Sea  
W●'l drink off the Ocean, and set ourselves free  
For man is the world's Epitome.   

2. Let Tyrants wear purple, deep died in the blood  
Of those they have slain, their Sceptres to sway,  
If our Conscience be clear, and our Title be good,  
With the ●ags that hang on us, with are richer than they,  
We'll drink down at night what we beg or can borrow,  
And sleep without plotting for more the next mortow,  
Then since we are, etc.   

3. Let the Usurer watch o'er his bags and his house,,  
To keep that from Robbers he ra●'t from his debtors,  
Which at midnight tries theives, at the nosse of a Mouse,  
And he looks if his Trunks are fast bound to their setters:  
When once he is grown rich enough for a States-plot,  
Buff in one hour plunders what threescore years got.  
Then since, etc.   

4. Come Drawer, fill each man a peck of old Sherry,  
This brimmer shall bid all our senses good night  
When old Aristotle was frolic and merry,  
By the juice of the grape he staggered outright,  
Copernicus once in a drunken fit found  
By the course of's brains that the world did turn round,  
Then since, etc.   

5. 'Tis Sack makes our faces like Comets to shine,  
And gives tincture beyond a complexion mask,  
Diogenes fell so in love with his wine,  
Then when 'twas all out, he dwelled in the cas●  
And being shut up within a close room,  
He dying, requested a Tub for his Tomb.  
Then since, etc.   

6. Let him never so privately muster his gold,  
His Angels will their intelligence be,  
Haw closely they're pressed in their Canvas hold  
And they want the State-souldier to set them all free,  
Let them pine and be hanged, we'll merrily 〈◊〉  
Who hath nothing to lose, may cry, God bless the King.  
Then since, etc.    

The Maiden's Complaint.  

WHen Flora had mantled the Meadows with Flowers,  
A and richly adorned her beautiful Bowers,  
A Maid she sat sighing, and often did moan,  
Saying, Love hath betrayed her, & left her alone   

2. I'll spit at the Tyrant that hath me betrayed  
And tax him with falsehood for wronging a maid  
I'll call him blind Archer, & treacherous Boy,  
'Cause he with his engine my love doth annoy.   

3. But if he preserveth my heart as he should,  
And wounds me not deeper with arrows of gold  
I'll honour his precepts with clapping of hands  
And still be obedient to all his commands.    

Canaries Coronation.  

COme let's purge our brains,  
From Ale and Grains,  
They do smell of Anarchy:  
Let's choose a King,  
From whose blood may spring,  
Such a sparkling Progeny,  
It will be fit, strew mine in it,  
Whose flames are bright and clear,  
We'll bind our hands with Dray-mens' bands,  
When as we may be fréer,  
Why should we droop, or basely stoop  
To popular Ale or Béer:   

2. Who shall be King, now comes the thing,  
For the which we all are met?  
Claret is a Prince, that hath long since,  
In the Royal Order set:  
His face is spread with a warlike séed,  
And so he loves to see men,  
When he bears the sway, his Subjects they  
Shall be as good as fréemen,  
But here's the Plot almost forgot,  
'Tis too much burnt with women.   

3. By the river of Rhine is a valiant Vine,  
That can all other replenish,  
Let's then consent to the Government,  
And the Royal Rule of Rhenish:  
The Germane wine, will warm the Chine,  
And frisk in every vein,  
IT will make the Bride forget to chide  
And call him to't again;  
But that's not all, he is too small,  
To be our Sovereign.   

4. Let us never think of a noble drink,  
But with notes advance on high:  
Let's proclaim good Canaries name,  
Heaven bless his Majesty,  
He is a King in every thing,  
Whose nature doth rentunce all,  
He'll make us skip and nimbly trip,  
From Céeling to the Groundsil,  
Especially when Poets be.  
Lords of the Privy-Council.   

5. But a Vintner will his Taster be,  
Here's nothing that can him let,  
A Drawer that hath a good :  
Shall be ●●quire of the Gimlet;  
The bar-boys shall be the Pages all;  
A Tavern well prepared,  
And nothing shall be spared  
In jovial sort shall be the Court,  
Wine-Porters that are soldiers tall  
Be Yeomen of the Guard.   

6. But if a Cooper we, with a red nose see,  
In any pot of the Town,  
The Cooper shall with his Adds▪ royal,  
Bear the Sceptre of the Crown.  
Young wits that wash away their Cash,  
In wine and recreation,  
Who hates Ale and Béer, shall be welcome here  
To give their approbation,  
So shall all you, that will allow  
Canaries Coronation.    

The Lover's complaint.  

Tell me ye wand'ring spirits of the air,  
did you e'er see a Nymph more bright, more fair  
Than beauty's darling, & her parts most swéer  
than stole content? if such a one you meet,  
Wait on her early wheresoever she flies,  
and cry, and cry, Amyntas for her absence dies.   

2. But stay a while, I have informed you ill,  
were she on earth, she had been with me still:  
Fly, fly to Heaven, examine every Sphere,  
and see what Star is lately fixed there;  
If any brighter than the Sun you see,  
fall down, fall down and worship, that is she.   

Go search the valleys, pluck us every Rose▪  
●. and you shall find a scent of her in those,  
Go fish for Pearl-corral, there you shall see  
how orential all her colours be:  
Then call the Echo to your aid, and cry,  
Cloris, Cloris assist, or else I die.    

Platonic Love.  

FOnd Lovers what do you mean,  
to Court an idle folly?  
Platonic Love is nothing else  
but merely Melancholy,  
'tis active love that makes us jolly.   

2. To dote upon a face,  
or court a sparkling eye,  
Or to believe a dimpled chin,  
complete felicity,  
'Tis to betray your liberty.   

3. She cares not for your sighs,  
nor your lamenting eyes,  
She hates to hear a fool complain,  
and cry, he dies, he dies,  
Believe she loves a close surprise.  
4. Then he no more so fond,  
as to think a woman can  
Be satisfied with compliments,  
the frothy part of a man,  
Oh no, she hates a Puritan.   

5. Then venture to embrace,  
'tis but one squeak or two,  
I'm confident no woman lives,  
but sometimes she will do,  
The fault lies not in her, but you.    

Upon passionate Love.  

NO man Loves fiery passion can approve,  
as either yielding pleasure or promotion,  
I like a mild and lukewarm zeal in love,  
although I do not like it in devotion.   

2. Besides, man need not love unless he please,  
no destiny can force man's disposition,  
How t●●● can any die of that disease,  
when 〈◊〉 himself may be his own Physician?   

3. Some one perhaps in long consumption dried  
and after falling into love may die:  
But I dare lay my life he ne'er had died,  
had he been healthy at the heart, as I.   

4. Some others rather than incur the slander  
of false apostates, may true martyrs prove:  
But I am neither Iphis nor Leander,  
I'll neither hang nor drowned myself for love   

5. Yet I have been a Lover by report,  
and I have died for love, as others do,  
But praised be Jove, it was in such a sort,  
that I revived within one hour, or two.   

6 Thus have I loved, thus have I lived till now,  
and know no reason to repent me yet,  
And he that any otherwise shall do,  
his courage is no better than his wit.    

The Woman's Answer.  

NO man loves fiery passion can resist  
that either values pleasure or promotion,  
I hate lukewarmness in an Amorist,  
it is as had in love, as in devotion.   

2. You that pretend to have a love-proof heart  
and dare despise the sacred power of Love,  
May know that more has fallen by Cupid's dart,  
than by the dreadful thunderbolts of Jove.   

3. Nor can you love, or not love, as you please,  
for Cupid's laws commands the disposition:  
And I have known one die of that disease,  
whereof himself to others was Physician.   

4. For when the little God doth shoot his darts  
from the bright eyes of women that are fair  
The strokes are fatal, & will wound the hearts  
of men as healthful as you think you are.   

5. Those that thus die for love, incur no slander,  
but with Love's holy Martyrdom are crowned  
Perhaps you cannot imitate Leander,  
for every man was not born to be drowned.   

6. You say 've been a Lover by report,  
but never yet deserved so good a name,  
He never loved indeed, loves but a sport,  
it is ill jesting with a sacred flame.   

7. Long may you live unloved, & when you die  
women upon your loathed grave shall spit,  
Till then all Gentlemen shall swear you lie,  
to try your courage, as you did your wit.    

A Song upon Pu●, and Tick-tack.  

AY ●ung man and a pretty maid,  
Sitting hand in hand together,  
Smilington him thus she said,  
Swéer, let's spend our time in pleasure,  
Good sir, quoth she, if that you please,  
a whole piece with you I will venture,  
At Put, to pass the time with ease,  
or at Tick-tack to hit and enter.   

2. These parties being both agreed,  
of their best skill to make a trial,  
Though he at Put to learn had need,  
yet he would give her no denial,  
Good sir, quoth she, come lift with me,  
those that lift least shall have the dealing,  
Hers was an Ace, his was a Tre,  
quoth he I was deceived in feeling.   

3. She dealt to him, he put to her,  
his game was good, she durst not see him;  
To win the game she would be glad,  
he was the first, and had the dealing,  
And to be brief, three was the Set,  
and he got two,  she got any,  
An yet she swore she would him beat,  
for at last Put she had beat many.   

4. Next Deal she held him closely to't,  
his game was good, but hers was better,  
He moved a Put, but durst not do't,  
because her spirit was the greater,  
Next bout she boldly Put to him,  
and he undaunted, did put with her.  
Hers being the best, the game was gone  
because they did put both together.   

5. Fair Mistress now I needs must say,  
at Put your game is far the better,  
At Tick-tack I will hold you play,  
you shall lose all, and rest my debtor.  
Tush sir, quoth she, I fear you not,  
which if in your Tables I once enter,  
I'ch game I'll set you such a blot,  
beyond the which you dare not venture.   

6. Wilt thou with fair play be content,  
let not my ill play thee trouble,  
For I have a full intent,  
for to hit, or take it double,  
Duce-Ace he threw, a Tre her hat,  
and yet he oversée to hit her,  
She took him then with a Why-not?  
but merk at last how he did fit her.   

7. Now for the Set with strength he cast,  
it was his fortune for to hit her,  
He sank into her blot at last,  
and then she did confess he beat her;  
Forty weeks hence, quoth she, I'll pay  
my loss to thee, by this good token,  
When as at Tick-tack I did play,  
I always left my Ace-point open.    

LONDON'S Gratulation to the Lord General, the sixth of March, 1660.  

A Paean was a Song of Praise  
First made to great Apollo,  
When plagues did rage in any place,  
Or cruel War, Peace follow,  
The blessings of good health and peace  
Are such strong Obligations,  
The first-fruits of our lips-encrease  
And due, as their Oblation.  
Then let us pay our Thanks to thee,  
(The mistocles of London,)  
Who timely came to set us free,  
Or London had been undone.   

2. Religion, Law, and Liberty,  
Distinguish us from others  
The French have lost what's kept by thee,  
(In freedom once our Brothers)  
All was at Stake, when Hewson came,  
To make a new Translation;  
England itself became a shame  
And byword to each Nation.  
Then let us pay our thanks to Thee,  
(Renowned George of London,)  
Who timely came to set us free,  
Or London had been undone.   

3. Our Churches were contemned of late,  
Our Laws were but dead Letters,  
Usurpers Lorded it i'th' State,  
And vilantzed their betters.  
Poor Citizens were doomed the prey  
Of Fleetwoods' Safe Committée;  
Granades were prepared to pay,  
The public faith to th' City,  
Then let us pay, etc.   

4. Fire and flames (like Thunderclaps  
discharged by Jove in flashes)  
Which vomited from Hewsons' Chaps  
to lay us all in Ashes:  
The Anabaptists damn d us all  
to dismal Conflagration,  
Or to enslave us to Whitehall,  
and Vanes vain ventilation,  
Then let us pay, etc.   

5. Our Goldsmith's rows in ,  
and Cheapside were propounded  
For Pillage to the Saints; as meet  
such Idols were confounded!  
Our Merters, Groters, Drapers too,  
were measured out and weighed all,  
By th' Ploughshare of John Disborow,  
that Standard, which has made all!  
Then let us pay, etc.   

6. Our other Guilds and Companies  
were all condemned for plunder;  
And (where our ancient glory lies)  
our Senators brought under:  
Petitions for our native Rights  
were deemed pernicious Treason,  
Which our brave Ancestors in fights  
obtained from Kings with reason.  
Then let us pay our thanks to thee,  
(Renowned George of London,)  
Who timely came to set us free,  
Or London had been undone.   

7. Our Brethren murdered were and slashed,  
in peace as they were walking:  
Out of their heads the brains were dashed  
of some, as they stood talking:  
The best betook themselves by flight  
to Cóuntrey-habitation;  
Who stayed in Town, were in such plight,  
as Eighty eight's Invasion.   

7. But when the Rump (as some it named)  
assembled in December,  
We thought, we had our own reclaimed  
by pighting up that Member,  
Sir— we had seasoned well  
with Salt to make fair speeches  
Ith' House for us: but he can tell  
no Tale but in his—  
Then let us pay, etc.   

8. Our Common-Councel were decried,  
some Members sent to th' Tower;  
The Rump did then on horseback ride  
In an unlucky hour:  
They pulled our Posts and Chains all down,  
Portcullises and Portals;  
Sir Arthur (with a surly frown)  
affrighted us poor Mortals.  
Then let us pay. etc.   

9 But (blessed day) when thou didst call  
the Members long secluded;  
They voted down our slavish thrall  
from forty eight intruded;  
And what remains yet to be done  
for Church and State in freedom,  
We hope shall never be begun  
from Prin-ciples of Needom.  
Then let us pay, etc.   

10. The States of Venice, and the Dutch,  
by nature are designed  
For Commonwealths: But England much  
to Monarchie's inclined.  
When Noll usurped, we quiet were,  
contented with that Ape-King,  
But more security is there,  
when rules the right, no Rape-King.  
Then let us pay, etc.   

12. If we consider France and Spain,  
where Liberty is geason,  
The Kings their Subjects do maintain  
In peace by prudent reason:  
For Monarchy in Heaven above,  
(The Scriptures prove it clearly,)  
Keep's all the Royal host in Love,  
and unity most dearly.  
Then let us pay, etc.   

13. One head the body does preside  
by natures due Creation;  
One heart the life of Man does guide,  
One spirit is infused in Man,  
Till its Mortification;  
our Grace's stugle be too:  
Such Truths a mere Re-publican  
or Devil must agree to.  
Then let us pay, etc.   

14. If Monarchy be best of all,  
as (Aristotle proves it,  
And holy Writ,) well may we call  
him loyal heart, that love's it:  
And such the Noble Monk hath been,  
(as Devon-shire Annals render,)  
Who faithful were to Bess our Queen,  
and James our faith's Defender,  
Then let us pay, etc.   

15. Since thou art Offspring of that Race,  
to Kingship well devoted,  
Let Charles the Second to his place,  
be speedily promoted:  
Thus Wars will end in stable Peace,  
Church, State, no more shall sever,  
Our Trades will flourish, Wealth increase,  
our George shall live for ever,  
Our thanks we freely pay to Thee, etc.    

A SONG.  

ALL hail to the days,  
that merits more praise  
Than all the rest of the year,  
And welcome the nights  
That double delights,  
As well in the Poor as the Péer,  
Good fortune attend  
Each merry man's friend,  
That doth but the best that he may,  
For getting old wrong,  
With a Cup and a Song,  
To drive the cold Winter away.   

2. Let Misery pack  
With a whip at his back,  
To the deep Tantalian flood;  
And Envy propound  
In Lethe be drowned,  
That repines at another man's good,  
Let sorrow's expense  
Be a thousand years hence,  
With payment of grief and delay,  
And spend the whole night,  
With honest delight,  
To drive the cold Winter away,    

An excellent Song.  

I Dote, I dote, but am a Sot to show it,  
I was a very fool to let her know it;  
For now she doth so cunning grow,  
She proves a friend worse than a foe,  
She'll neither hold me fast, nor let me go:  
For she tells me I cannot forsake her,  
Then strait I endeavour to leave her,  
For to make me to stay,  
Throws a kiss in my way,  
O then I could tarry for ever.   

2. Then I retire, salute, and sit down by her.  
Thus do I fry in frost, and freeze in fire,  
Then Nectar from her lips I sup,  
Although I cannot drink all up,  
Yet I am fort with kissing of the Cup;  
For her lips are two brimmers of Claret,  
Where first I began to miscarry,  
Her Breasts of delight,  
Are two Bottles of White  
And her eyes are two Cups of Canary.   

3. Drunk as I live, dead drunk without repriede  
And all my secrets drebble through a sieve,  
Upon my neck her Arms she layeth  
Then all is Gospel that she saith,  
Which I laid hold on with my fuddled faith:  
For I find a fond Lover's a drunkard,  
And dangerous is when he flies out;  
With Lips and with Sips,  
Black eyes and white thighs,  
Blind Cupid sure tippled his eyes out.   

4. She bids me rise, tells me I must be wise  
Like her, for she is not in love, she cries,  
Then do I fume, and fret, and throw,  
Though I be fettered to my foe,  
Then I begin to run, but cannot go:  
But prithee sweet, use me more kindly,  
'Tis better to hold me more fast;  
If you e'er disengage,  
The Bird from the Cage,  
Believe me, he I leave you at last.   

5. Like Sot I sit, that used to fill the town with wi●,  
But I confess I have most need of it,  
I have been drunk with Duck and Dear,  
Above a quarter of a year,  
Beyond the cure of sleeping, or small Béer;  
I think I can number the months too,  
July, August, September, October,  
Thus runs the Account,  
A mischief light on't,  
Sure I shall go home when I'm sober.   

6. My legs are lamed, my courage is quite tamed  
My heart and body too, are much enslamed;  
Now by experience I can prove,  
And swear by all the Gods above  
'Tis better to be drunk with wine, than Love  
For Sack makes ●s merry and witty,  
Our foreheads with jewels adorning,  
Although I do grope,  
Yet there is some hope  
That I shall be sobe● next morning.   

7 Now with command, she throws me from her band  
And bids me go, yet knows I cannot stand,  
I measure all the ground by trips,  
Was ever Sot so drunk with Sips?  
Or ever than so overséen in Lips?  
I pray Madam Fickle be faithful,  
And leave off your damnable dodging,  
Either love me or leave me,  
And do not deceive me,  
But let me go home to my Lodging.   

8. I have too much, and yet my folly's such,  
I cannot leave, but must have tother touch,  
Her▪ es a Health to the King: how now?  
I'm drunk, and shall speak treason I vow,  
But Lovers and fools may say any thing you know;  
For I fear I have tired your patience,  
But I'm sorry: 'tis I have the worst on't,  
My wit hath be reft me,  
And all that is left me,  
Is but enough to make a Song on't,  
My Mistress and I,  
Shall never comply,  
And that is the short and the long on't.    

A Pastoral Song betwixt a Shepherd and a Shepherdess.  

Q. DId you not once Lucinda vow,  
you would love none but me?   

A. I but my Mother tells me now,  
I must love wealth, not thee.   Shep. 

Cruel, thy love lies in thy power,  
though Fate to me's unkind:   Maid. 

Consider but how small thy Dower  
is, in respect of mine.   Shep. 

Is it because my sheep are poor,  
or that my flocks are few?   Maid. 

No: But I cannot love at all,  
so mean a thing as you.   Shep. 
Ah me, Ah me, mock you may grief?  Maid. 
I pity thy hard fare.  Shep. 

Pity for Love's but poor relief,  
I'll rather choose your hate.   Maid. 

Content thyself, Shepherd a while,  
I'll love thee by this Kiss,  
Thou shalt have no more cause to mourn  
Than thou caused take in this.   Shep. 

Bear retord then you Powers above,  
and all those Holy Bands:  
For it appears the truest Love,  
springs not from wealth nor Lands.    

A Caviar.  

TAke heed fair Cloris, how you tame  
With your disdain, Amyntas flame;  
A noble heart, if once denied,  
Swells into such a height of pride,  
'Twill rather burst, than deign to be,  
A worshipper of Cruelty.   

2. You may use common Shepherds so,  
My sighs to storms will quickly grow,  
And set such scorns upon your pride,  
Will blast all I have magnified,  
You are not fair, if love you lack,  
Ingratitude makes all things black.   

3. Oh do not for a flock of sheep,  
A golden shore whereon you sleep,  
Nor for the Tales ambition tells,  
Forsake the house where honour dwells:  
In Damon's Palace you'll ne'er shine  
So bright, as in these arms of mine.    

The Platonic Lover.  

SHe's not the fairest of her name,  
and yet she conquers more than all her rate  
But she hath other motives to inflame  
besides her lovely face,  
As wit and constancy,  
And charms that take the soul more than the ept,  
'tis no easy Lover knows how to discover such divinity.   

2. And yet she is an easy Book,  
written in plain language for the meaner wit  
A stately garb, and a gracious look,  
with all things justly fit,  
But age will undermine  
That glorious outside which appears so fine,  
When the common Lover shrinks and gives her over  
Then she's only mine.   

3. To the Platonic that applies  
his clear addresses only to the mind,  
The body but a temple signifies  
wherein the Saints enshrined:  
To him it is all one,  
Whether the walls be Marble, or of stone,  
Nay in holy places which old time defaces,  
Most Devotion's shown.    

Love's Ecstasy.  

NOw I confess I am in love,  
although I thought I never should,  
But 'tis with one sent from above,  
whom Nature framed of finer Mould,  
So gòod, so rare, so all divine,  
I'd quit the world to make her mine.   

2. Have you not seen the Stars retreat,  
when Sol salutes the Hemisphere,  
So shrinks the Beauties called great  
when sweet Rosella doth appear:  
Were she as other women are,  
I should not court her with despair.   

3. But I could never bear a mind,  
willing to stoop to common faces,  
Nor confidence enough could find  
to aim at one so full of graces,  
Fortune and Nature did agree,  
No woman should be sic for me.    

The Husbandman, and Servingman:  

WEll met my friend, upon the highway, walking on,  
So sad all alone,  
I pray you tell to me, of what science you be  
Or are you a Servingman?   

2. Oh my brother dear, why dost thou inquée●  
any such thing at my hand?  
I will not fain but I'll tell thee plain,  
I am a plain Husbandman.   

3. If a husbandman you be, if you will go with me,  
you shall find alteration then,  
For I will bring you in a very short time,  
where you may be a Servingman.   

4. Good sir, the give you thanks for your great diligence  
zimple though here I do stand:  
But yet I do mean with my plough & my tram  
still to be a Husbandman.   

5. We have pleasure like a King, we ride a hunting,  
with our goodly Greyhounds many a one,  
Our horns all a-row, their measures for to blow  
oh 'tis pleasure for a Servingman.   

6. We have pleasure more than that  
to zée our Oren vat,  
Not under their Loads for to stand;  
but to labour and take pain,  
To bring in our gain,  
oh 'tis pleasure for a Husbandman.   

7. A Servingman doth eat,  
The best Meat that he can get,  
his Pig, Goose, Capon, and his Swan,  
Thereto his Pasties fine,  
With Sack and Claret-wine.  
oh 'tis Diet for a Servingman.   

8. As for Pig, Goose and Capon,  
Give me good Béef and Bacon,  
with Butter and Cheese among,  
And in a Country House  
Vat Pudding and Zouse.  
that's Diet for a Husbanding-man.   

9 A Servingman's behaviour,  
Brings him into favour,  
when he waits his Master's Table upon:  
There is never a Knight nor Squire  
That lives in all the Shire,  
but he must have a Servingman.   

10. If a Servingman you were,  
Then need you not to care  
for tilling or ploughing of your land;  
For than you may go gay,  
And wear brave array,  
oh 'tis habit for the Servingman.   

11. As for your gay Repparel,  
Sir, this is not the quarrel,  
that you and I do stand upon:  
But fain would I know,  
If that thou canst me show,  
what pleasure hath a Zerving-man.   

12. A Servingman's pleasure  
Is without ineasure, when the Hawk is his fist upon,  
To see what hall● he will make,  
His game for to take, oh 'tis pleasure for a Servingman,   

13. We have pleasure also,  
To see our Corn grow, and prosper the land upon,  
And to get it in our Barns,  
Free from any harms, oh 'tis pleasure for a Husbanding-man.   

14. Indeed sir, it were bad,  
If none were to be had, to tend the Table upon,  
But there's neither Emperor nor King,  
Nor any living, can live without the Husbanding-man.   

15. Indeed I must confess,  
And grant you no less, and give you the upper hand,  
Your labour is painful,  
But yet it is gainful,  
I would I were a Husbanding-man.   

16. Then let us all,  
Both great and small, pray for the Peace of old England,  
And that we may ever  
Do our endeavour, still to maintain the Husbandman.    

A Merry Medley.  

First Ayr. The Jews Corant.  

LOt's call and drink the Cellar dry, there's nothing lover underneath the sky,  
The greatest kingdoms in confusion lie,  
Since all the world grows mad, why may not I my Father's dead and I am free he left no children in the world but me, the Devil drunk him down with usury and I'll repine in liberality,  
When lirst the English war began  
He was precisely a politic man,  
That gained his state by lequestration till Oliver begun to tome with sword in hand and put him to the run  
Then jovial Lads who are undone,  
So by the Father, co●● home to the Son  
Whom wine and music now do wait upon, let's tipple up a tun, and drink your woes away, jolly hearts come on, come on.    

Second Ayr. Princess Royal.  

HEre's a Health to him that may do a trick that shall advance you all,  
And beget a very jovial day.  
Fill another bowl to he who hath drank by stealth his Landlord's health,  
If his spirit and his tongue agree, the Land shall celebrate his fame, all the world embalm his name, not a right good fellow, but will satisfy the same,  
The Bells full merrily shall ring,  
All the Town shall dance and sing, more delights than I can tell ye;  
When we see this noble Spring, we'll have Ladies by the belly, and a snatch at the otherther thing.    

The third Ayr. Come hither my own sweet Duck.  

WE'saw be merry and jolly, quaff, carouse, and réel,  
We's play with Peggy and Molly dance, and kiss, and feel,  
We's put up the Bagpipe & Organ. and make the Welsh Harper to play,  
Till Mauris ap Shone ap Morgan fisk as on St. Taffi●s day.  
Hold up Jinny,  
Piper come play us a spring, all you that have music in ye  
Tipple, dance, and sing.    

Fourth Ayr. French Tricatees.  

LEt de French Monsieur come and swear,  
Beg●r Mounsieur,  
Dis is de ting uée long to hear,  
So many a year,  
Dancing vill be looked upon,  
Now the man of Iron is gone,  
Me glad his dancing days be done:  
When the slowers-de-luce grows  
With the English Crown and Rose,  
Dats very good as we suppose,  
De French can live without the nose.    

Fifth Ayr. French Tricatees.  

SPain and English then, like men,  
Shall love and make a League again.  
Holland ●●ors shall quaff, and laugh,  
Poor Irish swim in Usquebaugh,  
James and Jinnikin, touch the Minnikin  
Drink till all the Sky look blue, by this sweet change  
Wonders doth ensue, almost as strange  
As Scotland to be true.    

Sixth Ayr. A new Countrey-dance.  

NO Drayman shall with his dull feet apeak  
Lord in the Common-weal,  
Or jesuit in the Pulpit appear,  
under a Cloak of zeal:  
Musician never be noted  
for wand'ring men of ease,  
But they shall be finely Coated  
and permitted to sing what they please,  
If all things do but hit well  
who knows but so it may be,  
Though now you be very zealous,  
than you'll laugh and be merry as we.     

The Resolute Lover.  

LIttle Love serves my turn,  
'tis so inflaming,  
Rather than I will burn,  
I'll give o'er Gaming;  
For when I think upon it,  
oh 'tis so painful  
'Cause Ladies have a trick  
to be disdainful.   

2. Beauty shall court itself,  
'tis not worth speaking;  
I'll no more amorous pelf,  
no more heart-breaking,  
Those that ne re felt the smart,  
let them go try it,  
I have redeemed my heart,  
now I defy it.    

Upon the draining of the F●ns.  

THe Up land people are full of thoughts,  
and do despair of After-rain,  
The sun he is robbed of his Morning-draughts,  
they're afraid they shall never have shower again  
Then apace, apace, ' pace drink deep, drink deep,  
While 'tis to be had let's our Liquor ply,  
The Drainers are up, and a coil they do keep,  
And threaten to drain our Kingdom dry.   

2. The ne● Philosophers rob us of fire, (the●●  
and by reason do strive to maintain their  
But if the fresh waters begin to retire,  
we shall shortly have never an element left,  
Then apace, etc.   

3. Our deepest waters are now dry land,  
and Cells are turned to serpents there;  
If old Father Thames plays not the man,  
then farewell to all our good English Béer.  
Then apace, etc.   

4. The Dutch man hath a thirsty soul,  
and our Cellars are subject to his call,  
Let every ●aan then take hold of his Bowl,  
'tis pity the Germane Sea should have all,  
Then apace, etc.   

5. Summon all the brave Lads then that love to be merry,  
and let every man lay his hand on the bowl,  
And swear we'll compel them to find us old Sherry,  
that so stily our Bully March-beer have stole,  
Then apace, etc.   

6. Why should we stay here then, and perish with thirst?  
to the New: world i'th' Moon away let us go;  
For if the Dutch Colony get thither first,  
'tis a hundred to one but they'll drain that too  
Then apace, etc.    

A Song in praise of Canary.  

LIsten I pray, to the words I've to say,  
in memory firm and certain,  
Rich wine doth us raise, to the honour of the boys  
Quod non sacere desertim.   

2. Of all the juice, that the Gods do produce,  
Sack shall be preferred before 'nm:  
Its Sack that shall, create us all,  
Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, Virorum.   

3. We abandon Ale, and Béer that is stolen,  
Rosa-solis, and damnable Hum;  
But we will tract, in the praise of Sack,  
against Omne quod exit in 'em.   

4. This is the wine in former time,  
each wisest of the Magis,  
Was wont to carouse, and frolitkly bowze,  
Recubans sub regmine fagi.   

5. Let the hoy be their bain, and the Pox be their pain,  
let the Gout and the Colic pin's 'em,  
That offer to shrink from taking this Drink,  
Seu Graeecum, sive Latinum.   

6. Let the Glass go round, let the Quart-por sound  
let each man do as he's done to;  
Abaunt you that hug, the aborninable Jugg,  
'mongst us Hetaroclita sunto.   

7. Sack's only divine, Béer's draff for a swine,  
there's no such mud as Ale is;  
In which they y wallow, a ●ox take their swallow,  
Sunt Talpa Dama Canalis.   

8. There's no such disease, as he that doth please,  
with Ale and Béer for to shame us:  
Its Sack makes us sing, Hi-ding, ading, ding  
Musa Apollo major's Canamus.   

9 When I've Sack in my brain, I'm in a merry vain,  
and this my only bliss is:  
He that it most wise I can him despise,  
Mecum consertur Ulysses.   

10. How it clears the drain? how it warms  
how against all crosses it arms us?  
how ' it makes him that's poor courageous & roan the vein  
Et mu●a●us dicere formas.   

11. Give me my boy, my delight and my joy,  
to the Lad that never drinks Ale,  
By Sack he that clapsus, into our Syntaxis,  
Est verbum personale.   

12. Art thou sick or lame, or are thy wits in blame?  
call for Sack, and thou shalt have it:  
Then do not rise, but be very wise,  
Cui una natura negabit.   

12. We have merry-go downs, we have jovial rounds,  
yet nothing ●omes at random;  
When you come to pay, do you shrink away,  
Id est commune notandum.   

14. He that drinks still and ne'er has his fill,  
has a passage like a Conduit?  
He still doth aspire, his rapture's on fire,  
Si Aethera Aethera fundit.   

15. I have told you plain, and I tell you again  
be he as mad as Orlando,  
He is but an Ass: and so let him pass,  
Nisi bibit ostia stando.    

The Protecting Brewer.  

A Brewer may be a Burgess grave,  
and carry the matter so fine and so brave,  
That he the better may play the knave,  
which no body can deny.   

2. A Brewer may be a Parliament-man,  
For there the knavery first began,  
And brew most cunning Plots he can,  
which, etc.   

3. A Brewer may put on a Nabal face,  
And march to the wars with such a grace,  
That he may get a Captain's place,  
which, etc.   

4. A Brewer may speak so monstrous well,  
That he may raise strange things to tell,  
And so be made a Colonel,  
which, etc.   

5. A Brewer may make his foes to flee,  
And raise his fortunes, so that he,  
Lieutenant-General may be,  
which, etc.   

6. A Brewer may be like a Fox in a Cub,  
And teach a Lecture out of a Tub,  
And give the wicked world a rub,  
which, etc.   

7. A Brewer by's Excise and Rate,  
Will promise his Army he knows what,  
And set it upon the Colledge-gate,  
which, etc.   

8. Methinks I hear one say to me,  
Pray why may not a Brewer be,  
Lord Chancellor o'th' University,  
which, etc.   

10. A Brewer may be as bold as a Hector,  
When he has drunk off his Cup of Nectar,  
And a Brewer may be a Lord Protector,  
which, etc.   

11. Now here remains the strangest thing,  
How this Brewer about his liquor doth bring  
To be an Emperor, or a King,  
which, &c,   

12. A Brewer may do what he thinks well,  
Rob the Church and State, to sell  
His soul unto the Devil of Hell,  
which, etc.    

Cromwel's Coronation.  

OLiver, Oliver, take up thy Crown,  
for now thou hast made three Kingdoms thine own;  
Call thee a Conclave of thy own creation,  
to ride us to ruin, who dares thee oppose?  
Whilst we thy good people are at thy devotion  
to fall down and worship thy terrible Noss.   

2. To thee and thy Mermydons Oliver, we  
do tender our homage as fits thy degree,  
We'll pay thee Excise and Taxes, God bless us,  
with fear & contrition, as penitents should,  
Whilst you great sirs, vouchsafe to oppress us,  
not daring so much as in private to scold.   

3. We bow down, as cowed down, to thee and thy Sword,  
for now thou hast made thyself England's sol, Lord  
By Mandate of scripture, & heavenly warrant  
the Oath of Allegiance, and Covenant too:  
To Charles and his Kingdoms thou art Heir apparent,  
and born to reign over the Turk and the jew   

3. Then Oliver, Oliver, get up and ride,  
whilst Lords, Knights, and Gentry do run by thy side,  
The Ma●lsters and Brewers account it their glory,  
Great God of the grain-tub's compared to thee  
All Rebels of old are lost in their story,  
till than plad'st along to the Paddington-trée    

A Medley of the Nations.  

The Scot  

I Am the bonny Scot sir,  
my name is Mickle John;  
'Tis 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 sight  
We are awe undone.  
I served my Lord and Master,  
When as he lived at home,  
Until by sad disaster  
He received his doom;  
But now we sink,  
Uds bred I think  
The Déel's got in his room:  
He ne man spares,  
But stamps and stairs  
At all Christendom.   

2. I have travelled much grounds,  
Since I came from Worster bounds  
I have ganged the jolly rounds  
Of the neighbouring Nations;  
And what their opinion are,  
Of the Scotch and English war,  
In géed faith I shall declare,  
And their approbations.  
Jockey swears  
He has his load,  
Bears the rod,  
Come from God,  
And complaints go very odd  
Since the siege at Worster;  
We were wounded  
Tag and rag,  
Foot and lag,  
Wemb and crag,  
Hark I hear the Dutchman brag,  
And begin to bluster.    

The Dutch.  

3. Uds Sacrament, sal Hogen Mogen States  
Strike down der top sails unto puny Powers?  
Ten two and tun os Tivel Dammy Fates,  
If that her Ships and Goods prove not all ours  
Since da● bloot and wounds do delight dem,  
Tantarara Trumpet sounds,  
Let Van Trump go fort and fight dem,  
Oldest States shall first be crowned,  
English Skellam fight not on godt side;  
But at last the Flemings beat,  
Dey ha' given us sush a broad side;  
Dat ick sal be forced to retreat,  
See the French man he comes in complete.    

The French.  

4. By Gar Mounsieur 'tis much in vain,  
For Dushland, France, or Spain,  
To cross the English man;  
De Nation now is grown so strong,  
De Deula e'rt be long  
Must learna the same tongue,  
'Tis betha den far to combine,  
To sell dem Wine,  
And teash a dem to make her La●p fine;  
We'll teash dem for to trip and minsh,  
To kick and winsh,  
For by the Sword we never shall convince,  
Since every Brewer dear can beat a Prince.    

The Spaniard.  

5. What are the English to quarrel so prone,  
Dat day cannot now adays let deir neighbour alone  
And sal de Grave & the Catholic King  
Before ever does controlled wid a sword & a sling  
Sal bided de India's be left unto de sway,  
And purity a dose that do plunder and pray;  
 that we will suffer such affronts for to be,  
We'll tumble dem down, as you sal sentor see.    

The Welsh.  

6. Taffy was once a Cottamighty of Wales,  
Put her Cousin O. P. was a Kreater,  
Was come in her country Cuckoe ●sspluttery nails  
Was took her welsh hook and was peather;  
Was eat up her Shéese,  
Her Turk, and her Geese,  
Her Pick, her Capon was tie for't;  
Ap Richard, ap Owen, ap Morgan, ap Steven  
Ap Shinkin, ap Powel, was fly for't.    

The Irish.  

7. O hone, O hone, poor Teg and shone,  
O hone, may howl and cry,  
St. Patrick help die Country men,  
Or fait and trot we die;  
De English steal our hoart of Usquebagh,  
Dey put us to de sword all in Dewguedagh:  
Help us St. Patrick we ha' no saint at all but dée  
O let us cry no more, O hone, a cram, a cree!    

The English.  

8. A Crown, a crown, make room,  
The English man is come,  
Whose valour  
Is taller  
Than all Christendom:  
The Spanish, French, and Dutch,  
Scotch, Welsh, and Irish grudge,  
We fear not,  
We care not,  
For we can deal with such.  
you thought when we began in a civil war to waste,  
Dur Tillage  
Your Pillage  
Should come home at last:  
For when we  
Can not agree,  
You thought to share in our fall;  
But ne'er stir Sir,  
For first Sir,  
We shall Nose yau all.     

The Royalists Answer to, Nay prithee don't fly me,  

I Have reason to fly thee,  
And not sit down by thee  
For I hate to behold,  
One so sawey and bold,  
To deride and contemn his Superiors,  
Our Madams and Lords,  
And such mannerly words,  
With the gestures that be  
Fit for every degree,  
Are things that we and you  
Both claim as our due  
From all those that are our Inferiors,  
For from the beginning there were Princes we know  
IT was you Levellers hate'um, 'cause you can't be so   

2. All Titles of Honours  
Were at the first in the Donors,  
But being granted away  
With the Grantées stay,  
If he wear a small soul or bigger.  
There's a necessity  
That there should be degree.  
Where 'tis due we'll afford  
A Sir John, and my Lord,  
Though Dick, Tom, and Jack,  
Will serve you and your Pack,  
Honest Dick's name enough for a Digger.  
He that has a strong Purse can all things say or do,  
He is valiant and wise, & religious too.   

3. We have cause to adore,  
That man that has store,  
Though a Boar or a Sot,  
There's something to be got;  
Though he be neither honest nor wittn,  
Make him high, let him rule,  
He'll he playing the fool,  
And transgress, then we'll squéeze  
Him for Fines and for Fees,  
And so we shall gain,  
By the wants of his brain,  
'Tis the Fools-cap that maintains the City.  
If honour be air, 'tis in common, and as fit,  
For the fool and the clown, as for the champion or the wit.   

4. Then why mayn't we be  
Of different degree?  
And each man aspire  
To be greater and higher,  
Than his wiser or honester brother?  
Since Fortune and Nature  
Their favours do scatter;  
This hath valour, that wit,  
Tother wealth, nor is't fit,  
That one should have all,  
For then what would befall  
Him that's born nor to one nor tother?  
Though honour were a prize at first, now 'tis a chattels,  
And as merchantable grown as your wares or your cattle.   

5. Yet in this we agree,  
To live quire and free,  
To drink Sack and submit,  
And not show your wit  
By our prating, but silence, and thinking,  
Let the Politic jews,  
Read Diurnals and News,  
And lard their discourse,  
With a Comment that's worse,  
That which pleaseth me best  
Is a Song or a jest,  
And my obedience I'll show by my drinking  
He that drinks well, does sleep well, he that sleeps well, doth think well,  
He that drinks well, does do well, he that does well, must drink well.     

A Dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick, the former a Country man, the other a Citizen, Presented to the Lord General Monck, at Draper's Hall London. March 28. 1660.  

To the tune of I'll never love thee more.  Tom. 

NOw would I give my life to see  
This wondrous Man of might,   Dick. 

Dost see that Jolly Lad? That's he;  
I'll warrant him he's right.  
There's a true Trojan in his face,  
Observe him o'er and o'er.   

Come Tom, If ever George be base,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   

He's none of the Fantastic brood,  
that murder while they pray:  
That truss and theat us for cur good,  
(all in a godly way,)  
He drinks no Blood, and they no Sack  
into their guts will your:  
But if George does not the knack,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   

His quiet Conscience needs no guard,  
He's brave, but full of pity,   Tom. 

Yet, by your leave, he knocked so hard  
he'd like t'awaked the City.   Dick. 

Fool, 'twas the Rump that let a Fart,  
The Chains and Gates it tore.  
But if George bears not a true heart,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   Tom. 

You City blades are cunning Rooks,  
how carely you colleague him?  
But when your Gates flew off the hooks,  
you did as much be▪ rogue him.   Dick. 

Pugh— 'twas the Rump did only séel  
the blows the City bore:  
But if George bened true as Steel,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   Dick. 

Come, by this hand, we I crack a quart,  
thou It pledge his Health, I trow.   Tom. 

Tope boy, Dick— A lusty dish my heart▪  
away wilt: Tom— Let it go.  
Drench me you slave in a full bowl,  
I'll take it an't were a score.   Dick, 

Nay, if George bened a hearty Sotil,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   Tom. 

But hark you, sirrah, we're too loud.  
he'● hang us by and by.  
Methinks he should be vengeance proud,   Dick. 
No more than thee or I  Tom. 

Why then I'll give him the best Blade  
That ● re the Bilbo wore.   Dick. 

If George prove not the bonny Lad,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   Tom. 

it Was well he came, we'd mawld the tail  
— 've all thrown up our Farms,  
And from the Musket to the Flail,  
put all our men in Arms.  
The Girls had ta'en the Members down,  
ne'er saw such things before.   Dick, 

If George speak not the town our own,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   Dick. 
But prithee, are the folk so mad?  Tom. 
So mad, sayest?— They're undone,  

There's not a penny to be had,  
and every Mother's son  
●ust fight, if he intent to eat,  
grow valiant now he is poor:   Dick. 

Come, yet if George don't do the feat,  
Near trust good fellow more.   Tom. 

Why Richard, 'tis a devilish thing,  
we're not left worth a groat.  
My Dell has sold her wedding-ring,  
and Sue has pawned her coat.  
The snivelling Rogues abused our Squire,  
and call my Mistress whore;   Dick. 

Yet if George don't do what we require,  
Near trust good fellow more.   Tom. 

By this good day I did but speak,  
they took my py-balled Mare,  
And put the carrion wench toth' squeak,  
(things go against the hair.)  
Our prick-rared Cornel looks as big,  
still as he did before:   Dick. 

And yet if George don't hum his Gigg,  
Near trust good fellow more.   

Faith Tom, our case is much at one;  
we're broke for want of trade;  
Our City's baffled and undone,  
betwixt the Rump and Blade.  
've emptied both our Veins and Bags  
upon a Factious Score.  
If George compassion not our rags,  
ne'er trust good fellow more   Tom. 

But what dost think should be the cause,  
whence all these mischiefs spring?   Dick. 

Our damned breath of Oaths and Laws  
our murder of the King.  
We have been slaves since Charles his Reign,  
we lived like Lords before:  
If George don't set all things right again,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   Tom. 

Our Vicar— (and he's one that knows)  
told me once,— I know what:—  
(and yet the Thief is woundy close)   Dick. 

'Tis all the better;— That  
Has too much Honesty and Wit,  
to let his tongue run o'er:  
If this prove not a lucky her,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.    ask him what he means to do? Tom. 

Good faith with all my heart;  
Thou makest the better Leg o'th' two:  
take thou the better part:  
I'll follow if thou'lt lead the Van.   Dick. 

Content;— I'll march before.  
If George prove not a gallant man,  
ne'er trust good fellow more.   My Lord:— in us the Nation craves, but what you're bound to do. Tom. 

— We have lived Drudges: Dick- and we  
Both. Restore us but our Laws again;  
Th' unborn shall thee adore:  
If George denies us his Amen.  
ne'er trust good fellow more.     

England's Triumph: Or, the Rump routed, by a true assertor of England's Interest, General George Monck.  

To the t●ne of, Fill up the Parliament full.  

WHat maketh the Soldiers  
to stand to their Arms?  
'Tis for what they professed  
to keep us from harms,  
The Members secluded  
come now in by swarms,  
To fill up the Parliament full, full, full,  
To fill up the Parliament full.   

3. You know that the City Gates  
late were thrown down,  
And the Walls too were ordered  
by Parliament frown:  
But General Monck has pleased  
Soldier and Gown,  
And filled up the Parliament, etc.   

3. A dispute there was had  
by the Members secluded,  
Brav● Monck was the Umpire,  
and found them deluded,  
But England's great joy  
is now wholly concluded;  
For he has filled up the Parliament, etc.   

Sir Arthur the Valiant  
must make his speech large  
Lest the Members excluded  
lay treason to's charge,  
Héeed better have dealt  
with his Newcastle Barge,  
Than to see the old Parliament, etc.   

The Aldermen Grave,  
and the Commons o'th' City,  
Imprisoned were  
the more is the pity,  
But General Monck said,  
that I will acquit ye,  
For the Parliament shall be now, etc.   

Have you not seen  
fresh flowers in the spring?  
And have you not heard  
a Cage-bird sing?  
But if the Cage-Members,  
would bring in the King,  
It would fill up the Parliament, etc.   

The Parliament now will  
come into their Géers,  
For secluded PRYN.  
(that once lost his Ears)  
Marched in with his Rapier,  
for Commons and Péers,  
To fill up the Parliament, etc.   

Whose often Declaring  
has furnished the Nation,  
With Parliament Arguments  
of the old fashion,  
And would have both  
King, Lords, and Péers in this Nation  
To fill up the Parliament, etc.   

Our brave General Monck  
we bound are to thank;  
The Honest Lord Fairfax  
has played (too) his prank,  
No thanks to be given  
to the Rump nor the Shank  
To fill up the Parliament, etc.   

Had the City ne'er moved,  
nor the Prentices strove,  
They'd lost their Old Charter:  
but MONCK had a love  
To challenge the Grand Ones  
which Mischiefs did move;  
And so filled up the Parliament full, full full,  
And so filled up the Parliament full.    

The taking of Mardike.  

When first Mardike was made a prey,  
'twas courage that carried the town away,  
Then do not lose your valored prize,  
by gazing on your Mistress eyes:  
But put off your Petticoat-parley,  
Potting, and sorting,  
And laughing, and quaffing Canary,  
Will make a good Soldier miscarry,  
and never travel for true renown;  
Then turn to your Martial Mistress,  
Fair Minerva the Soldier's sister is,  
Rallying, and Sallying,  
With gashing, and slashing of wounds, sir,  
With turning and burning of towns, sir,  
Is a high step to a Statesman's throne.   

2. Let bold Belona's Brewer frown,  
and his Tun shall overflow the town.  
And give the Cobbler sword and fate,  
and a Tinker may trappan the State,  
Such fortunate foes as these be,  
turned the Crown to a Cross at Naseby,  
Father and Mother,  
And Sister and Brother confounded,  
And many good Families wounded  
by a terrible turn of Fate;  
He that can,  
Kill a man,  
Thunder and plunder precisely,  
this is the man that doth wisely,  
And may climb to a Cheer of State.   

3. It is the Sword doth order all,  
makes peasants rise and Princes fall;  
All Syllogisms in vain are spilt,  
no Logic like a Basket-hilt,  
It handles 'em joint, by joint, sir,  
Quilling, and drilling,  
And spilling, and killing profoundly,  
Until the disputers o'th' ground lie,  
and have never a word to say,  
Unless it be Quarter, Quarter,  
truth is confuted by a Carter,  
By stripping and nipping,  
And ripping, and quipping evasions,  
Doth conquer a power of persuasions,  
Aristotle hath lost the day.   

4. The Musket gives St. Paul the lurch,  
and beats the Cannons from the Church,  
The Priests Episcopal Gown too,  
and the Organ hath lost his sound too,  
Tantara, Tantara, the Trumpet  
Has blown away Babylon● strumpet  
Now divinity begins to crack:  
the Counsellors are struck dumb too,  
By the Parchment upon the Drum too.  
Dub-a-dub, Dub-a-dub,  
Dub-a-dub, Dub-a-dub an alarm,  
Each Corporal now can outdare 'em,  
learned Litleton goes to rack.   

5. Then since our swords so bright do shine,  
we'll leave our wenches and our wine,  
And follow Mars where e'er he runs,  
and turn our pipes and pots to guns,  
The bottles shall be the Granado●s,  
we'll hounce about the bravadoes,  
By huffing, and puffing,  
And suuffing, and kuffing that Spaniard,  
Whose brows has been died in a Tan-yard:  
well got fame is a Warrior's wife:  
The Drawer shall be the Drummer,  
we'll be Colonels all next Summer,  
By hilting, and tilting,  
And pointing, and jointing,  
Like brave boys,  
we shall gold or a grave boys,  
And there is an end of a Soldiers life.     

The Reresurrection of the RUMP: or, Rebellion and Tyranny revived.  

To the tune of the Blacksmith.  

IF none be offended with the Scent,  
though I foul my mouth, I'll be content,  
To sing of the Rump of a Parliament.  
which no body can deny.   

2. I have sometimes fed on a Rump in souse,  
And a man may imagine the Rump of a Louse  
But till now was ne'er heard of the Rump of a House,  
which, etc.   

3. There's a rump of béef, & the rump of a goose,  
And a rump whose neck was hanged in a noose;  
But ours is a Rump can play fast and lose.  
which, etc.   

4. A rump had Jane Shore, & a Rump Messaleen  
And a Rump had Antony's resolute Queen:  
But such a Rump as ours is, never was seen,  
which, etc.   

5. Two short years together we English have scarce  
Been rid of thy rampant Nose (Old Mars)  
But now thou hast got a prodigious Arse,  
which, etc.   

6. When the parts of the body did all fall out,  
Some votes it is like did pass for the Snout;  
But their the Rump should be King was never a doubt,  
which, etc.   

7. A Cat has a Rump, & a Cat has nine lives,  
Yet when her heads off, her rump never strives  
But our Rump from the grave hath made two Retrives,  
which, etc.   

8. That the Rump may all their enemies quail  
They borrow the Devil's Coat of Mail,  
And all to defend their Estate in Tail,  
which, etc.   

But though their scale now seem to be th'upper  
There's no need of the charge of a Thankgiving supper,  
For if they be the Rump, the Army's their  
which, etc.   

10. There is a saying belongs to the Rump, Crupper  
which is good although it be worn to the stump  
That on the Buttock I'll give thee a thump,  
which, etc.   

11 There's a proverb in which the Rump claims a part,  
Which hath in it more of sense than of Art,  
That for all you can do I care not a fart,  
which, etc.   

12. There's another Proverb gives the Rump for his Crest,  
But Alderman Arkins made it a jest,  
That of all kind of Luck's, shitten Luck is the best,  
which, etc.   

13. There's another Proverb that never will fail,  
That the good the Rump will do when they prevail,  
Is to give us a Flop with a Fox-tail,  
which, etc.   

14. There is a saying which is made by no fools,  
I never can hear on't but my heart it cools,  
That th' Rump will spend all we have in close stools,  
which, etc.   

15 There's an observation wise & deep,  
Which without an Onion will make me to weep,  
That Flies will blow maggots in the rump of a Sheep,  
which, etc.   

16. And some that can see the wood from the trees,  
Say, this sanctified Rump in time we may lose  
For the Cooks do challenge the Rumps for their fees  
which, etc.   

17. When the Rump doth sit we'll make it our moan,  
That a Reason be 'nacted if there be not one,  
Why a fart hath a tongue, & a fy hath none,  
which &c▪   

18. And whilst within the walls they luck,  
To satisfy us, will be a good work,  
Who hath most religion, the Rump or the Turk furrow,  
which etc.   

19 A Rump's a Fag-end, like the balk of a  
And is to the whole like that jail to the Burough  
'Tis the bran which is left when the Meal is run through,  
which, etc.   

20. Consider the world, the heaven is the head on't,  
The earth is the middle & we men are fed on't,  
But hell is the Rump, & no more can be said on't  
which no body can deny.    

The Bull's Feather.  

IT chanced not long ago, as I was walking,  
and echo did bring me to where two were talking,  
'Twas a man said to his wife, die had I rather,  
Than to be cornuted, & wear the Bull's feather.   

2. Then presently she replied, Sweet art thou jealous?  
thou canst not play Vulcan before I play Venus,  
Thy fancies are foolish, such follies to gather:  
there's many an honest man has worn the Bull's feather.   

3. Though it be invisible, let no man it scorn,  
though it be a new feather made of an old horn  
He the disdains it in heart or mind either  
may be the more subject to wear the Bull's feather.   

4. He that lives discontent, or in despair,  
and feareth false measure, because his wife's fair:  
His thoughts are inconstant, much like winter-weather  
though one or two want it, he shall have a feat her.   

5. Bull's feathers are common as Ergo in schools  
and only contemned by those that are fools:  
Why should a Bull's feather cause any unrest,  
since neighbours far always is counted the best?   

6 Those women wh''re fairest, are likely'st to give it;  
and husbandsth at have them, are apt to believe it,  
home men though their wives should seem for to tedder  
they should play the kind neighbour, and give the Bull's feather   

7. Why should we repine that our wives are so kind  
since we that are husbands, are of the same mind?  
Shall we give them feathers, and think to go free?  
believe it, believe it, that hardly will be.   

8. For he that disdains my Bull's seather to day  
May light of a Lass that will play him foul play  
There's never a proud Gallant that treads on Cow's leather,  
But he may be cornuted, and wear the Bull's feather.   

9 Though Béer of the brewing I never did drink  
yet be not displeased if I speak what I think,  
Scarce ten in a hundred, believe it, believe it,  
but either they'll have it, or else they will give it.   

10. Then let me advise all those that do pine,  
for fear that false jealousy shorten their time  
That disease will torment them worse than any Fever:  
then let all be contented, and wear the Bull's feather    

The merry Goodfellow:  

WHy should we not laugh and be jolly,  
Since all the world now is grown mad?  
And lulled in a dull melancholy;  
He that wallows in store  
Is still gaping for more,  
And that makes him as poor,  
As the Wretch that never any thing had.   

1. How mad is that dam'd Money-monger,  
That to purchase to him and his Heirs,  
Grows shriviled with thirst and hunger;  
While we that are bonny,  
Buy Sack with ready-money,  
And ne'er trouble the Strivener, nor Lawyer.   

3. Those guts that by scraping and toiling,  
To swell their Revenues so fast,  
Get nothing by all their turmoiling,  
But are marks of each Tax,  
While they load their own backs  
With the heavier packs,  
And lie down galld and weary at last.   

4. While we that do traffic in tipple,  
Can baffle the Gown and the Sword,  
Whose jaws are so hungry and gripple;  
We ne'er trouble our heads  
With Indenturs and Deeds,  
And our Wills are composed in a word.   

5. Our money shall never indite us,  
Nor drag us to Goldsmith's Hall  
No pirates nor wracks can affright us;  
We that have no Estates  
Fear not plunder nor rates,  
We can sleep with open Gates,  
He that lies on the ground cannot fall.   

6. We laugh at those Fools whose endeavours  
Do but lit them for Prisons and Fines,  
When we that spend all are the saviours;  
For if thiefs do break in,  
They go out empty again,  
Nay the Plunderers lose their designs.   

7. Then let us not think on to morrow,  
But tipple and laugh while we may,  
To wash from our hearts all our sorrow;  
Those Co●rm●rants which  
Are troubled with an itch,  
To be mighty and rich,  
Do but toil for the wealth which they borrow.   

8. The Mayor of the Town with his Ruff on;  
What a pox is he better than we?  
He must veil to the man with the Buff on;  
Though he Custard may eat,  
And such lubbardly meat,  
Yet our Sack makes us merrier than he.    

The Levellers Rant,  

TO the Hall, to the Hall,  
For justice we call,  
On y●●king & his powerful adherents & friends  
Who still hath endeavoured, but we work their ends  
'Tis we will pull down what e've is above  
And make them to fear us that never did love  
Wée'l levelly the proud, and make every degree  
To our Royalty how the Knee,  
'Tis no less than treason,  
'Gainst freedom and Reason,  
For our beethrens to be higher than we.   

2. First the thing called a King,  
To judgement we bring,  
And the spawn of the court, that were prouder than ●●  
And next the two Housés united shall be,  
It does to the Romish religion inveigle  
For the state to be two-headed like a spread- 〈◊〉  
Wée'l purge the supper fluous Members 〈◊〉  
They are too many Kings to sway,  
And as we all teach  
'Tis our Liberty's breach,  
For the Fréeborn Saints to obey.   

3. Not a claw in the Law,  
Shall keep us in awe;  
We'll have no Cus●ion-cuffers to tell us of 〈◊〉,  
For we are all gifted to do it as well,  
'Tis freedom we do hold forth to the Nation,  
To enjoy our fellow cretures as at the creation▪  
The carnal men's wives are for men of the spiri●,  
Their wealth is our own by merit.  
For we that have right,  
By the Law called Might,  
Are the Saints that must judge and inherit.    
FINIS.