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 DROLLERIES, 
 
 Both Parts, of 1671, 1672 ; 
 
 BEING 
 
 A Choice Collection 
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 SONGS AND POEMS, 
 
 Sung at Court & Theatres : 
 With Additions made by 'A Person of Quality.'' 
 
 Now First Reprinted from the Original Editions. 
 
 EDITED, 
 
 With an Introduction 
 
 ON THE 
 
 Literature of the Drolleries $ 
 
 A COPIOUS APPENDIX OF 
 
 Notes, Illustrations and Emendations_of Text ; 
 A Table of Contents, and Indextf$ffirst_,Ljnes of^>. 
 
 Contents, and Index^f^Fzrst^ Lines ofi^K 
 Songs and PoemsQ n> ^._ * ' j j^'o^' 
 
 By J. Wood fall Ebsworth, M.A., Cantab. 
 
 R. ROBERTS, BOSTON, LINCOLNSHIRE. 
 
 M.DCCCLXXV. 
 
TIT J**? 
 
TO THOSE 
 
 IN ENGLAND AND AMERICA 
 
 WHO. LOVE 
 
 PRIZING WHAT IS GOOD IN THEM, DESPITE 
 
 THE FICKLENESS OF FASHION : 
 
 THE FIRST REPRINT 
 
 OF THE 
 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES 
 
 is 
 
 DEDICATED, 
 
 January, 1875, 
 
CONTENTS, 
 
 DEDICATION. 
 PRELUDE. 
 
 INTRODUCTION, ON THE LITERATURE OF THE 
 DROLLERIES : 
 
 § I. THE EARLIEST REPRINT, — 2. COUNSEL FOR 
 
 THE DEFENCE, 3. DRAMATISTS UNDER 
 
 CHARLES II., — 4. THE DROLLS AND THE 
 DROLLERIES, — 5. THE RESTORATION, — 6. 
 SONGS IN THE DROLLERIES, WHENCE TA- 
 KEN, — 7. CONCLUSION. 
 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLERY, PART I. 
 
 ENTR' ACTE. 
 
 RICHARD MANGIE'S VERSES TO THE AUTHOR OF 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES. 
 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLERY, PART II. 
 
 APPENDIX OF NOTES, ILLUSTRATIONS, AND 
 EMENDATIONS OF TEXT. 
 
 FINALE. 
 
 TABLE OF FIRST LINES, OF SONGS AND POEMS- 
 
PRELUDE. 
 
 Who comes to this quaint Hostelry need bring 
 No peevish visage and no railing tongue, 
 Grudging the merry Lays that here are sung, 
 
 Hating to hear the clinking glasses ring : 
 
 Good store of viands on the board they fling, 
 Choice fruit and flowers in plenty grouped among, 
 Such as Iacchus loved when earth was young, — 
 
 Autumnal grapes, with garlands of the Spring. 
 
 Come ! though at times Satyric notes may sound, 
 Few .are the words unchaste that meet your ear ; 
 
 We ask no modest maids to gather round, 
 Yet many a pure and loving hymn thrills here : 
 
 Scholars of life mature will haunt the ground, 
 And leave unscann'd whate'er would mar the cheer. 
 
 1875. J- W - E ' 
 
EDITORIAL 
 
 INTRODUCTION 
 
 TO THE 
 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES: 
 
 1671, 1672. 
 
 Scholar. — "This is a very big GATEWAY to so small a 
 
 house, Master Builder? 
 Paliadio. — All the fault of the house, Nicolas for not 
 
 BEING LARGER. WOULD THAT IT WERE 1" 
 
 (Chronicles ojNirgends College, Tom. LVI. P.38.J 
 
 §1. The Earliest Reprint. 
 
 TO persons already acquainted with the two parts 
 of the Westminster Drollery, published in 167 1 
 and 1672, it must have appeared strange that no at- 
 tempt was hitherto made to bring these delightful 
 volumes within reach, for the students of our early lit- 
 erature. The originals are of extreme rarity, a perfect 
 copy of the two being seldom attainable at any public 
 sale, and on such occasions fetching a price that makes 
 a book-hunter almost despair of its acquisition. So 
 great a favorite was it in the Cavalier times, that most 
 b copies 
 
11. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 copies have been literally worn to pieces in the hands 
 of admirers, as they chanted forth a merry stave from 
 its pages. There is no collection of Songs surpassing 
 it in the language, and as representing the lyrics of the 
 first twelve years after the Restoration it is unequalled. 
 A few of the expressions, we confess, are a little too 
 "free" to suit indiscriminate readers in these hypocrit- 
 ically-precise days ; when newspapers publish reports 
 of criminal trials far more offensive to morality, and 
 novelists choose objectionable entanglements and ca- 
 reers of vice to delight the readers of Circulating 
 Libraries. But in general, with a few exceptions, in 
 the Westminster Drollery " the mirth and fun," though 
 " fast and furious," like the witcheries at Alloway Auld 
 Kirk, is not of a sort to need censure. Here and 
 there a touch of coarseness, such as we meet frequently 
 in Chaucer and succeeding writers, serves to remind 
 us of the changes in fashion since the age when our 
 ancestors used plain language to express their thoughts. 
 But, on the whole, the collection is far more pure and 
 wholesome than the later editions of Wit and Mirth, 
 re-issued during the Augustan age of Queen Anne, 
 and in the early years of George I., or other books 
 which appeared after the Revolution of 1688. 
 
 Among the hundred and seventy-odd Songs here 
 preserved, by far the greater number are elsewhere un- 
 attainable 
 
INTRODUCTION. 111. 
 
 attainable. A few of the choicest, by Charles II., 
 Dryden, Wycherley, Sedley, Shadwell, Butler, L'Es- 
 trange, Wotton, Etherege, Flatman, Hicks, &c, were 
 established favourites. Those beside them, chiefly by 
 authors now unknown or not identified, are generally 
 worthy of their position. Many of the Love Songs 
 possess a poetic beauty that disproves the charge made 
 by Robert Bell against the writers of the Restoration. 
 And the loyalty is of a cheerful energetic spirit, very 
 different from the rancour and personality which so 
 strongly infect the celebrated ^/^collections of 1660 
 and 1662, or the still more bitter vituperation which 
 meets us in the Loyal Songs of 1684, 1689, 1694, the 
 State Poems of 1704, &c, the Pills to Purge State 
 Melancholy, of 1 7 1 5 and 1 7 1 8, or A Tory Pill to Purge 
 Whig Melancholy, and Mughouse Diversions, of 17 16. 
 Here, in the Drolleries before us, we have, unadulter- 
 ated and unmutilated, some of the best English Ballads 
 of rural festivity, full of allusions and homely proverbs 
 to delight the antiquary. Chief among them is the 
 Maypole Song, " Come Lasses and Lads," a favourite 
 to this day; and the equally brisk and enlivening 
 Hunting of the Gods. A few poems of epigrammatic 
 humour, such as those on A Scrivener, A Sexton, and 
 A Watch Lost in a Tavern, are anticipative of the 
 peculiar genius of Tom Hood in puns and quibbles. 
 
 Others, 
 
IV, INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Others, to wit, those On Men Escaped Drowning in a 
 Tempest, and On a Great Heat, shew a delightful power 
 of exaggeration ; such as in later days finds a home 
 among our brethren across the Atlantic (who will 
 thank us, we doubt not, for the present Reprint, our 
 early English literature having zealous students in 
 America). Truly, the pages are full of dainties. One 
 of the rarest Tom of Bedlam songs is here ; so is 
 Dulcina, that airiest and sweetest of amatory ditties. 
 Poor Anthony tells of his termagant wife, and her final 
 cure ; The song in praise of The Black Jack leads us 
 to add its companions in the Appendix ; Old Soldiers 
 gives us sight of an heroic family ; the Drawing of 
 Valentines ranges along with Lovers Lottery; the original 
 of the Scotch song called Gilderoy is valuable in its 
 rough integrity, afterwards popular even when muti- 
 lated ; The Spanish Armada is of almost national and 
 historic importance, a gay ballad smacking of the sea- 
 breeze ; Hide Park, Honest Harry, The Kind Husband 
 but Imperious Wife, The Legacy (p. 27), The Drea?n 
 (p. 31), " On the bank of a Brook as 1 sate fishing, are 
 here to please us ; and " Thus all our life long we are 
 frolick and gay." 
 
 The Westminster Drolleries are reprinted with 
 the utmost fidelity, page for page, and line for line, 
 not a word being altered, or a single letter departing 
 
 from 
 
INTRODUCTION. V. 
 
 from the original spelling. It is, in truth, a fac-simile 
 edition, in everything but the additional beauty of 
 typography. Such Editorial Notes as may be deemed 
 useful in illustration of the text, and variety of read- 
 ings, are kept distinct in an Appendix. Our Intro- 
 duction on the Literature of the Drolleries is offered, 
 although such good wine needs no bush, to tell of the 
 entertainment for Man, though not for Beast, to be 
 found within. But in this world of odd assemblages 
 there are Malvolios who, without being virtuous, object 
 to other folks enjoying cakes and ale. They find no 
 pleasure even in the cozier's catches that might have 
 roused the night owl, and drawn three souls out of one 
 weaver. Such persons are not bidden to this wassail, 
 but they will grumble and affect to feel scandalized. 
 Dean Swift declared that a nice man is a man of nasty 
 ideas. None but extremely fastidious people, secretly 
 gloating over what they affect to dislike, and incapable 
 of valuing early literature for its better qualities, will 
 either search for, or decry, the few things to blame in 
 the Westminster Drolleries. An expression now and 
 then, even a whole page or two, we could have gladly 
 omitted, if it had been permissible to mutilate this 
 earliest reprint of the book. Enough said as to these. 
 The dissuasives against matrimony are balanced by 
 answers equally weighty and witty, in rebuke of liber- 
 tinism 
 
VI. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 tinism in bachelorhood. Correctives of other errors 
 are not far to seek. Experienced travellers, cruising 
 alongside the happy isles of our English Poetry, will 
 find little here to sadden or annoy. They must be 
 well aware of the worthlessness to students of Expur- 
 gated Editions of any authors who deserve to be re- 
 printed at all. We leave Bowdlerized versions to the 
 Lady Wardlaws and Family Dramatisers. We are not 
 now writing or publishing virginibus puerisque, but to 
 scholars. As confirming this opinion let us call into 
 court an authority that few persons will dispute : Lord 
 Macaulay. 
 
 § ii. Counsel for the Defence. 
 No student of the Restoration Literature can afford 
 to remain unacquainted with Lord Macaulay's essay on 
 " The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Van- 
 brugh, and Farquhar." Our only regret is that the two 
 writers last named were not criticized at all. The 
 implied promise regarding them was unfulfilled. 
 "Here, for the present we must stop," says the 
 Edinburgh Reviewer : " Vanbrugh and Farquhar are 
 not men to be hastily dismissed, and we have not left 
 ourselves space to do them justice." It is a loss to all 
 of us, that Macaulay quitted the subject; seeing what 
 he has given us in connection with their predecessors. 
 He would have revelled in his favourite antitheses, 
 
 while 
 
INTRODUCTION. Vli. 
 
 while bringing before us Sir John Vanburgh with his 
 full-bottomed wig, his ponderous architecture, and his 
 light-comedy fancies. Dick Amlet might scarcely feel 
 at home in Blenheim or Castle Howard, though Sir 
 John Brute and Loveless, with Amanda or Berinthia, 
 would find a corner easily. The sportive sallies of 
 Sir Harry Wildair and Archer would have been made 
 to deepen our sympathy for their warm-hearted author, 
 the gay and versatile Farquhar, dying in poverty be- 
 fore he was thirty years of age. But this second essay, 
 which could not have failed to afford delight, howso- 
 ever treated, can only be read in that pleasant limbo 
 of Fancy, where are gathered already so many pro- 
 jected books, and parts of books, including the final 
 portions of the Faerie Queene, the fourth part of 
 Hudibras, Dryden's epic of King Arthur, the seventeenth 
 canto of Don Juan, Jean Paul's Selina, with the last 
 chapters of Denis Duval and Edwin Drood. There 
 we may also find Cowley's own burnt narrative of the 
 Civil War, and the second tome of Raleigh's History 
 of the World. The prospect of consulting all these 
 in the original, whenever we are called to emigrate to 
 the Elysian Fields, reconciles us to the thought of de- 
 parture from a life made sufficiently comfortable by the 
 abundant literature bequeathed from our old Poets 
 and Dramatists. 
 
 To 
 
Vlll. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 To Macaulay may be fitly referred any defence of 
 reprinting the Dramatists of the Restoration and the 
 best of their " Drolleries." His words are convincing, 
 as a justification, if such be needed. " We cannot 
 wish that any work or class of works which has exer- 
 cised a great influence on the human mind, and which 
 illustrates the character of an important epoch in 
 letters, politics, and morals, should disappear from the 
 world. If we err in this matter, we err with the 
 gravest men and bodies of men in the empire, and 
 especially with the Church of England, [let the politi- 
 cal dissenters make capital out of this admission, as is 
 their use and wont ;] and with the great schools of 
 learning which are connected with her. The whole 
 liberal education of our countrymen is conducted on 
 the principle, that no book which is valuable, either 
 by reason of the excellence of its style, or by reason of 
 the light which it throws on the history, polity, and 
 manners of nations, should be withheld from the 
 student on account of its impurity. The Athenian 
 Comedies, in which there are scarcely a hundred lines 
 together without some passage of which Rochester 
 would have been ashamed, have been reprinted at the 
 Pitt Press, and the Clarendon Press, under the direction 
 of syndics and delegates appointed by the Universities; 
 and have been illustrated with notes by reverend, very 
 
 reverend, 
 
INTRODUCTION. IX. 
 
 reverend, and right reverend commentators." [This 
 was written and published in January, 1841. We are 
 afraid, whatsoever changes may have taken place since 
 that date were scarcely for the better. If right rever- 
 end prelates do not now annotate censurable classics, 
 it is probably because of their inability to compete 
 with their predecessors, rather than from an excess of 
 conscientious scruples. In the old days of a century 
 ago, which it is the fashion to decry, if our Bishops 
 were otherwise faulty, they at least employed their 
 scholarship in more useful studies than the legal quib- 
 bles opposing a Reredos, the fomenting of rebellion 
 against a successor in a public school, the interference 
 with an Apologetic Mare and a Holy Friar, or the ex- 
 citing of prejudices, pitting class against class, among 
 agricultural labourers. The difference lies between 
 learned students who loved retirement, and seekers 
 after mob-popularity by pestilent agitation.] 
 
 Lord Macaulay, with his usual common sense and 
 contempt for Cant, goes on to draw practical conclu- 
 sions, as to the gain resulting from leaving open the 
 doors of our library • or, to use Milton's phrase, "the 
 liberty of unlicensed printing." "We have no doubt 
 that the great Societies which direct the education of 
 the English gentry, have herein judged wisely. It is 
 unquestionable that an extensive acquaintance with 
 
 ancient 
 
X. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 ancient literature enlarges and enriches the mind. It is 
 unquestionable that a man whose mind has been thus 
 enlarged and enriched, is likely to be far more useful 
 to the State and to the Church, than one who is un- 
 skilled, or little skilled, in classical learning. On the 
 other hand, we find it difficult to believe that, in a 
 world so full of temptation as this, any gentleman, 
 whose life would have been virtuous if he had not read 
 Aristophanes and Juvenal, will be made vicious by 
 reading them. A man who, exposed to all the influ- 
 ences of such a state of society as that in which we 
 live, is yet afraid of exposing himself to the influences 
 of a few Greek or Latin verses, acts, we think, much 
 like the felon who begged the sheriffs to let him have 
 an umbrella held over his head from the door of New- 
 gate to the gallows, because it was a drizzling morning, 
 and he was apt to take cold. The virtue which the 
 world wants is a healthful virtue, not a valetudinarian 
 virtue — a virtue which can expose itself to the risks 
 inseparable from all spirited exertion — not the virtue 
 which keeps out of the common air for fear of infec- 
 tion, and eschews the common food as too stimula- 
 ting." And, he adds : "We should be justly charge- 
 able with gross inconsistency, if, while we defend the 
 policy which invites the youth of our country to study 
 such writers as Theocritus and Catullus, we were to 
 
 set 
 
INTRODUCTION. XI. 
 
 set up a cry against a new edition of the ' Country 
 Wife,' or the 'Way of the World.' . . . The worst 
 English writings of the seventeenth century are decent, 
 compared with much that has been bequeathed to us 
 by Greece and Rome." He refers to examples even 
 in Plato, well known to readers of the Symposium as 
 well as the Phaedrus. He declares that admitting, as 
 he does, the desirability of an English gentleman being 
 well informed regarding the ancient people and their 
 modes of life and thought, "much more must it be 
 desirable that he should be intimately acquainted with 
 the history of the public mind of his own country; and 
 with the causes, the nature, and the extent of those 
 revolutions of opinion and feeling, which, during the 
 last two centuries, have alternately raised and depressed 
 the standard of our national morality. And know- 
 ledge of this sort is to be very sparingly gleaned from 
 Parliamentary debates, from State papers, and from 
 the works of grave historians. It must either not be 
 acquired at all, or it must be acquired by the perusal 
 of the light literature which has at various periods been 
 fashionable. We are therefore by no means disposed 
 to condemn this publication, though we certainly can- 
 not recommend the handsome volume before us as an 
 appropriate Christmas present for young ladies." 
 {Edinburgh Review, vol. lxxii., p. 492.) 
 
 My Lud, that is our case ! § in. 
 
Xll. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 § in. Dramatists under Charles ii. 
 Further, we are not called upon to enter into any 
 justification of the Dramatists of the Restoration from 
 the charges which have been urged, somewhat petu- 
 lantly, against them. To say the truth, their morality 
 is generally conspicuous by its absence. Far too 
 much preponderance is given by them to subjects 
 that are now rightly relinquished to our female novel- 
 ists, — such as Bigamy, Seduction, and Conjugal 
 Infidelity. No men could escape, no men would de- 
 serve to escape severe condemnation, if writing now- 
 a-days so freely on a loose style of life, such as we find 
 displayed in comedies by Dryden, Wycherley, Crowne, 
 D'Urfey, Ravenscroft, Burnaby, and a score of other 
 play-wrights, whose names are less known to the pres- 
 ent generation. Not that our age is by any means so 
 far advanced in virtue and religious principles as we 
 sometimes flatter ourselves by asserting. It may 
 sound well on platforms, and read prettily in the pages 
 of Sectarian literature, to denounce the execrable days 
 that have gone before us, and puff ourselves up with 
 incense of mutual adulation. But thoughtful ob- 
 servers know that there is quite as much vice and un- 
 happiness now, at the close of this third quarter of our 
 belauded Nineteenth Century, as ought to be sufficient 
 to abate our boasting. We have a much purer court 
 
 and 
 
INTRODUCTION. xiu. 
 
 and hierarchy than what we possessed a century ago, 
 or a century earlier still, when the Westminster Drol- 
 leries were first published. But ugly revelations are 
 far from infrequent of immorality, folly, scepticism, 
 and cruelty, in the various strata of society, which 
 make us indisposed to accept congratulations as to our 
 national virtue. We are not going to be tempted into 
 discussion of contemporary politics (although we see 
 a parallel), and may admit that, between 167 1 and 
 187 1, our Constitutional history shows decided pro- 
 gress. But individually, in proportion to the increased 
 population, we can detect the presence of quite as 
 many rogues, fools, and libertines as disgraced hu- 
 manity in the time of the Merry Monarch. Nobody 
 wishes to bring back those days, or to whitewash 
 their vices ; but if the Irrepressible Gentlemen who 
 are so enthusiastic about the present Age of Gold, 
 would only leave us quietly to enjoy whatever is good 
 in the literature of the Past, undisturbed by their un- 
 comfortable programme for a strictly Utilitarian future, 
 what a much pleasanter world it would be. 
 
 §iv. The Drolls and the Drolleries. 
 
 It may not be uninteresting for us to trace, here- 
 after, the history of the so-called authors and collectors 
 of the various " Drolleries." The earlier of these 
 c were 
 
XIV. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 were produced during the disturbances of the Com- 
 monwealth, and, as it were, by stealth, printed and 
 circulated among the Cavaliers, whose hopes kept 
 fluctuating, but whose love of mirth and revelry no 
 misfortunes could subdue. Unprosperous in plots as 
 on battle-fields, flitting through bye-ways in whatever 
 disguise might offer, received at cellar-doors and back- 
 windows of such Royalists' houses as were fortunate 
 enough to be held for lurking-places, the homeless 
 Wildrakes and Willmores of the day, nay even such as 
 Cutter of Coleman Street, carried with them a goodly 
 store of remembered tunes and the dangerous gift of 
 composing rhymes against the party in power. They 
 fabricated mock petitions and seditious ballads, in 
 which neither Hewson's single eye nor Oliver's copper 
 nose was forgotten. They kept alive among them- 
 selves a liking for the prohibited stage-plays of a time 
 when Royalty had not disdained to wear the mask 
 and enact some gracious trifling at Whitehall. Libel- 
 lous Prynne had in his 1633 " Histrio-mastix " made 
 scandalous attacks on the Queen for such amusements, 
 and had paid the forfeit with his ears. He might have 
 been equally unscrupulous in defaming the Lady Alice 
 Egerton, who in 1634 represented Milton's delicate 
 creation at Ludlow, had " Comus " been two years 
 earlier, or of more public performance. But the bitter 
 
 schismatics, 
 
INTRODUCTION. XV. 
 
 schismatics, whose spokesman he was, soon gained 
 sufficient power to close the theatres, as well as to fine, 
 imprison, mutilate, and slaughter the loyal actors ; all 
 of whom, with one inglorious exception, were zealous 
 in the King's cause during the Rebellion, and mostly- 
 wielded on serious battle-fields the swords they had 
 first learnt to use for mimic fight at the Phcenix and 
 Black-friars.* 
 
 * Sir William Davenant was appointed, by the Marquis of 
 Newcastle, Lieutenant general of his ordnance, and at the siege of 
 Gloucester, September, 1643, was knighted by the King " in ac- 
 knowledgment of his bravery and signal services." A most valu- 
 able record of the sufferings undergone by the Cavalier actors in 
 the days when Puritans held power is in [Thomas ?] Wright's 
 "Historia Histrionica," printed in 1699. He tells of the players, 
 when the Stage was put down and the Rebellion raised, that 
 "Most of them, except Lowin, Tayler and Pollard (who were 
 superannuated) went into the King's army, and, like good men 
 and true, served their old master, though in a different, yet more 
 honourable capacity. Robinson was killed at the taking of a 
 place (I think Basing-House), by Harrison, he that was after 
 hang'd at Charing Cross, who refused him quarter, and shot him 
 in the head when he had laid down his arms ; abusing Scripture 
 at the same time, in saying, Cursed is he that doth the Work of the 
 Lord negligently. Mohun was a Captain (and after the wars 
 were ended here, served in Flanders, where he received pay as a 
 Major). Hart was a lieutenant of horse under Sir Thomas Dal- 
 lison, in Prince Rupert's regiment ; Burt was cornet in the same 
 troop, and Shatterel quarter-master ; Allen, of the Cockpit, was a 
 Major, and quarter-master general at Oxford. I have not heard 
 of one of these players of any note that sided with the other 
 party, but only Swanston, and he professed himself a Presby- 
 terian, 
 
XVI. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 As the rigour of persecution in time abated, after 
 confiscation, ejection, and other modes of plunder had 
 impoverished the defeated Royalists, a few indulgences 
 were gained, such as the harsh sectaries had first 
 denounced from their usurped pulpits, and suppressed 
 by all the means that bigotry and tyranny gave into 
 their grasp. Although the proclamations and written 
 Acts of the long-winded Parliament remained unre- 
 pealed, prohibiting all stage plays, and denouncing 
 penalties against the Thespians,t Oliver's myrmidons 
 were bribed or coaxed into connivance with some 
 trifling breach of the law. Scraps of plays, such as 
 
 terian, took up the trade of a jeweller, and lived in Aldermanbury, 
 within the territory of Father Calamy ; the rest either lost, or ex- 
 posed their lives for their king." (H. H. Repr. 1744, Dodsl. 
 O. P., XL, p. ix.) 
 
 f See the valuable collection of Documents in the Roxburghe 
 Library volume, Trie English Drama and Stage under the Tudor 
 and Stuart Princes, 1869 : whereinare given the First, Second, and 
 Third Ordinances of the Long Parliament against Stage-Playes, 
 and for the suppression of Theatrical performances in England, 
 respectively of September 2, 1642 ; October 22, 1647 ; and Fe- 
 bruary 2, 1647-8, each time increasing in malignity and cruel 
 rapacity. Given, also, in J. Payne Collier's most interesting work 
 on the "Annals of the Stage," 1831, vol. ii, pp. 105, no, 114. 
 Unfortunately, his work stops virtually at the suppression of the 
 Theatres. See, likewise, the memoir of Davenant in Wm. Pater- 
 son's " Dramatists of the Restoration," vol. i. 1872, a reprint 
 worthy of all encouragement, ably edited by James Maidment and 
 W. H. Logan. 
 
 had 
 
INTRODUCTION. xvil. 
 
 had pleased lonely households in country mansions ; 
 soliloquies, dialogues, and scenes from well remem- 
 bered master-pieces by Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, or 
 Beaumont and Fletcher, came to be the tolerated 
 amusements of small crowds at the Red Bull in Lon- 
 don, under the pretence of rope-dancing and tumbling ; 
 subject still to surveillance, and to occasional inter- 
 ruption and dispersal, with the plunder of their gar- 
 ments and admittance-money, but no longer followed 
 invariably as of old by stocks and whippings, contumely 
 and close imprisonment with spare diet : 
 
 "Brave Bracelets strong, 
 Sweet whips ding dong, 
 And wholesome hunger plenty." 
 
 The Protector himself — in time disgusted with many 
 of his intractable companions, and scarcely hiding a 
 contempt for his own tools and satellites when not 
 sufficiently obsequious — became desirous of concilia- 
 ting the moderate party whose favour alone could gain 
 for him the Crown his own sterner confederates denied 
 -to himself and family. That there was some relaxation 
 of authority, when once the spirit of opposition seemed 
 crushed, cannot be denied. By May 21st, 1656, 
 Davenant had opened a theatre at Rutland House, 
 Charter-house Yard, for dramatic interludes or " Enter- 
 tainments of declamation and music, after the manner 
 
 of 
 
XV111. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 of the Ancients," under favour of Lord Keeper 
 Whitelocke, Sergeant Sir John Maynard, and others. 
 Speedily his " Cruelty of the Spaniards," " Sir Francis 
 Drake," and the " Siege of Rhodes " attained a 
 success. Instead of the brief dialogues and poetic 
 fragments, which at most had been tolerated grudg- 
 ingly among the Cavaliers, there came to be repre- 
 sented certain abbreviated re-castings of the chief 
 incidents taken from the plays they loved. These 
 under the general designation of " drolls," or Hu- 
 mours, gave a complete dramatic rendering of actions 
 or 'adventures; such as the Shylock scenes in the 
 " Merchant of Venice," or the Choice of the Three 
 Caskets, from the same play; the Sheep-shearing 
 episode of Perdita, with the merriment of Autolycus, 
 most delightful of vagabonds, from "The Winter's 
 Tale ; " the prison revelry of the Three Merry Boys, 
 from John Fletcher's " Rollo, Duke of Normandy ; " 
 the Buck-Basket mishap of Falstaff from the " Merry 
 Wives of Windsor ; " the pretended wantonness of the 
 virtuous Florimel, as " The Surprise," from Fletcher's 
 " Maid in the Mill :" and others. 
 
 Some of these fragments were esteemed so highly 
 that they did not altogether lose admirers even after- 
 wards, when the " glorious Restoration " removed the 
 padlock from the playhouse door. Francis Kirkman 
 
 continued 
 
INTRODUCTION. xix. 
 
 continued to print his " Curious Collection of several 
 Drolls and Farces," in 1670 and 1673, under the title 
 of " The Wits ; or, Sport upon Sport." * Robert Cox, 
 who had been known as a Comedian in the time of 
 Charles L, has the credit of preparing some eleven 
 others of these Drolls, published in 1672 (the year of 
 " Westminster Drollery," part 2) ; among which we 
 find his own Humours of Simpleton ; of Bumpkin ; of 
 Simpkin ; of Hobbinol ; and of John Swabber ; also 
 
 *In the preface by Francis Kirkman to his own Part of "The 
 Wits," (1672 ed.) we read: 
 
 'When the publique Theatres were shut up, and the Actors for- 
 bidden to present us with any of their Tragedies, because we had 
 enough of that in earnest ; and Comedies, because the Vices of the 
 Age were too lively and smartly represented ; then all that we could 
 divert ourselves with were these humours and pieces of Plays, 
 which passing under the Name of a merry conceited Fellow, called 
 Bottom the Weaver, Simpleton the Smith, John Swabber, or some 
 such title, were only allowed us, and that but by stealth too, and 
 under pretence of Rope-dancing, or the like ; and these being all 
 that was permitted us, great was the confluence of the Auditors ; 
 and these small things were as profitable, and as great get-pen- 
 nies to the Actors as any of our late famed Plays. I have seen 
 the Red Bull Play- House, which was a large one, so full, that as 
 many went back for want of room as had entred [always, we find, 
 a delightful thought to your true professionals] ; and as meanly 
 as you may think of these Drols, they were then Acted by the best 
 Comedians then and now in being ; and I may say, by some that 
 then exceeded all now living, by Name, the incomparable Robert 
 Cox, who was not only the principal Actor, but also the Contriver 
 and Author of most of these Farces.' 
 
 one 
 
XX. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 one of " Bottom the Weaver," extracted from the 
 " Midsummer Night's Dream." Still earlier, Thomas 
 Jordan had returned into ballad measure and versical 
 Tales several of Shakespeare's plays, which had been 
 borrowed from prose novels : " The Royal Arbor of 
 Loyal Poesie," of this Cavalier Poet appeared in 1664, 
 but had been written during the usurpation. Kirk- 
 man's work, like those of Cox and of Jordan, is very 
 rare, and, we may truly add, amusing.* From 
 " Hamlet " the portion taken by Cox for a Droll was 
 
 * Francis Kirkman writes of Robert Cox : " How have I heard 
 him cried up for his yohn Swabber, and Simpleton the Smith, in 
 which he being to appear with a large piece of Bread and Butter, 
 I have frequently known several of the female Spectators and Audi- 
 tors to long for some of it : And once that well-known Natural 
 Jack Adams of Clarkenwel, seeing him with Bread and Butter on 
 the Stage, and knowing him, cryed out, Cuz, Cuz, give me some, 
 give me some ; to the great pleasure of the Audience : And so 
 naturally did he act the Smith's part, that being at a Fair in a 
 Countrey Town, and that Farce being presented, the only Master 
 Smith of the town came to him, saying Well, although your 
 father speaks ill of you, yet when the Fair is done, if you will 
 come and work with me, I will give you twelve pence a week more 
 then I give any other Journey-man. Thus was he taken for a 
 Smith bred, that was indeed as much of any trade. And as he 
 pleased the City and Countrey, so the Universities had a sight of 
 him, and very well esteemed he was by the learned," &c. — [The 
 Wits.] 
 
 Francis Kirkman's portrait is given as one of the frontispieces 
 to "The English Rogue," 1671-73 : lately reprinted. 
 
 "The 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXI. 
 
 "The Gravedigger's Colloquy;" from "Henry IV. 
 Part I." the mirthful exaggeration of lean Jack's battle 
 with the men in buckram, and the misbegotten knaves 
 in Kendal green, was exhibited as " The Bouncing 
 Knight" 
 
 These Drolls were seldom unadorned with Songs. 
 A large proportion were drawn from the works of the 
 twinned dramatists, Beaumont and Fletcher, whose 
 sparkling vivacity and uncontrollable roystering fun 
 commended them to the men of their time quite as 
 much as the true beauty of their poetry, which atones 
 for their occasional licentiousness. The heavier and 
 more cumbrous verse of Ben Jonson was less suited 
 for the purpose required, so that we find little of his 
 dramas reproduced, except a few scenes from his 
 "Alchemist," under the title of " The Empiric." But 
 many of his songs were, from first publication, adopted 
 as universal favourites, among that political party 
 which almost monopolized a taste for the accomplish- 
 ment of verse and the charms of music. " Drink to 
 me only with thine eyes;" "Queen and huntress, 
 chaste and fair ;" " Still to be neat ;" " Buz, quoth the 
 Blue Fly," and others of his bursts of melody, reached 
 hearts that scarcely opened to receive his crowded 
 comedies and obtrusive learning. With such airy 
 fancies as deck his "Underwoods" and "Masques," every 
 
 lover 
 
XX11. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 lover of true poesie must exclaim, " O rare Ben 
 Jonson !" Of Herrick, Carew, and Suckling the songs 
 never lost admirers, and there was not any time when 
 Shakespeare's were unvalued. 
 
 Thus, even while pains and penalties had threatened 
 the poor Player, forbidding him to " strut and fret his 
 hour upon the stage," during the days when the Pro- 
 tectorate made a desolation and called it peace, there 
 was an unceasing demand for songs, satires, and short 
 poems. Cotgrave's bulky, " English Treasury of Wit 
 and Language" found a welcome in 1655. More ac- 
 ceptable still would be such small volumes as could be 
 easily hidden from the observation of Puritan spies, 
 greedy for fines and confiscation ; secretly as ready to 
 relish improprieties as the pious contraband trader and 
 Nanty Ewart on the Solway Frith, in later days. In 
 answer to this demand arose the drolleries; of 
 which we have not yet found a specimen earlier than 
 1654. They were privately passed from hand to hand, 
 amid such perils and difficulties that copies of them 
 are of the utmost rarity ; and predecessors may have 
 appeared under still greater disadvantages and wholly 
 perished. 
 
 Oxford had much to do in the matter of these 
 Drolleries. Here, in the venerable city to which we 
 all look with love, had a loyal stand been made alike 
 
 for 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxill. 
 
 for church and state. Here had the King himself 
 withdrawn in 1644; and here had fallen with especial 
 malignity the punishment on Colleges for orthodoxy 
 and political partizanship. The ejected scholars were 
 not likely to submit silently to spoliation and imprison- 
 ment. Many an Oxford student thereafter dipped his 
 pen with keen avidity into the ink that should help to 
 bring ridicule on the gang of sanctimonious plunderers 
 whom his soul abhorred. Many a grave divine, thrust 
 out of reading desk and pulpit by self-ordained Cob- 
 blers and Infallibly Predestinated Agag-hewers, in- 
 dulged himself in requital with the odium theologicum, 
 and gibbeted Independents, Anabaptists, and all the 
 unclassifiable camp-followers of Heresy and Schism, in 
 one of those piquant epigrams or pasquinades over 
 which to this day we chuckle merrily. On the other 
 side, it is true, was Milton, a warlike catapult, flinging 
 weighty annoyances, unscrupulous in his invectives 
 against Salmasius, and Smectymnuus, and rejoicing in 
 the interchange of destructive slander. What the 
 Puritan divines could fulminate against opponents (or 
 each other, when occasion served) is tolerably patent 
 to the world by this time. Our book-shelves groan 
 under their polemical theology, and we are only too 
 glad to have escaped sitting under their pulpits while 
 they "took another glass before parting." Gallant 
 
 Cavaliers 
 
XXIV. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Cavaliers who fought unavailingly and suffered faith- 
 fully during the civil war, like Lovelace, Cowley, 
 L'Estrange, Cleveland, and Davenant, took up their 
 pen as readily as their sword, when misfortune fell 
 upon them. If they were sometimes frivolous and in- 
 decorous, they at least were not dull and tedious. 
 
 We should read the earlier " Drolleries," therefore, 
 with a remembrance of their writers and first receivers 
 having drawn more enjoyment out of these small 
 volumes, in times of disquiet, than perhaps many of us 
 care to do in later times of luxury, when whole libra- 
 ries are at our command. Such faults as they bear 
 are not unnatural results of the strife amid which they 
 had been generated. People were in earnest for 
 awhile, and neither sought nor bestowed quarter. 
 While the political Saints preached against the plun- 
 dered sinners, the latter retorted with song and satire, 
 for lack of other weapons. 
 
 We regret the occasional coarseness. But let it be 
 remembered that it was a vice of the times, and we 
 find in the Expositions and Biblical Commentaries of 
 the Puritan divines, (learned, pious, aud instructive as 
 many of them are) language quite as foul, and more 
 fondness for meddling with unsavoury topics than we 
 shall ever do in the " Drolleries." Throughout the 
 time of anarchy there had been, among the Cavaliers, 
 
 an 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXV. 
 
 an odd commingling of amatory flames and political 
 smoke. The devotion that was offered to exiled 
 Monarch and separated Lady-love was never long un- 
 allied with banter, directed against either Parliamen- 
 tary enemies or the tyranny of Beauty. Living, as they 
 kissed, from hand to mouth, taking with equal readi- 
 ness the smiles of Fortune and the mischances of 
 Adversity, the versifiers were not quite heroic enough 
 to escape the taint of their necessitous circumstances. 
 They snatched hastily, recklessly, at such pleasures as 
 came within their reach, heedless of price or conse- 
 quences. What they could not gain hi reality, they 
 amused themselves by imagining. To a wanton Ixion 
 a cloud is as good as a Juno. For our own part, we 
 are far from feeling righteously indignant and pharisa- 
 ically superior, when beholding the traces of their 
 improvidence. There is a manhood visible in their 
 failures, a generosity in their profusion and unrest. 
 They become outcasts without degradation, for, at 
 least, their scorn and hatred are lavished on those who 
 are dastardly and hypocritical, the time-servers of the 
 Commonwealth, while themselves yielding to indul- 
 gences of another sort They are not stainless, but 
 they affect no concealment of faults. Our heart goes 
 to the losing side, even when the loss has been in 
 great part deserved. 
 
 a §v. 
 
XXVI. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 § v. The Restoration. 
 
 At length, in 1660, comes the desired change, and 
 as Martin Parker had hopefully sung, thirteen years 
 before, " The King enjoys his own again ! " Unfor- 
 tunately, both Charles and his subjects had failed to 
 discover any sweetness in the uses of adversity. The 
 earliest congratulatory Odes shew little poetic merit. 
 Several have been preserved on broadsheets, but their 
 loyalty outran discretion. Theatres were speedily 
 reopened. Sir William Davenant received the patent 
 for the Duke's house, and Tom Killigrew that of the 
 rival, or King's House.* Davenant, the poet of the now 
 
 * " Presently after the Restoration, the King's Players acted 
 publickly at the Red Bull for some time, and then removed to a 
 new built play-house in Vere Street, by Clare Market. There they 
 continued for a year or two, and then removed to the Theatre 
 Royal in Drury Lane, where they first made use of scenes, which 
 had been a little before introduced upon the publick stage by Sir 
 William Davenant, at the Duke's Old Theatre in Lincolns-inn- 
 fields, but afterwards very much improved, with the addition of 
 curious machines by Mr. Betterton at the New Theatre in Dorset 
 Garden, to the great expense and continual charge of the players. 
 This much impaired their profit o'er what it was before; for I have 
 been informed by one of them, that for several years next after the 
 Restoration, every whole sharer in Mr. Hart's company got ,£1000 
 per ann. About the same time that scenes first entered upon the 
 stage at London, women were taught to act their own parts ; 
 since when, we have seen at both houses several actresses, justly 
 famed as well for beauty, as perfect good action. And some plays, 
 in particular 'The Parson's Wedding' [by Thomas Killigrew, 
 
 1664] , 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXVU. 
 
 neglected " Gondibert," (in great part written, previously, 
 in prison) well deserved the favour shewn to him. He 
 had been a stanch Royalist, in the dark days when 
 loyalty meant suffering, but had contrived by his tact 
 and perseverance to keep alive theatrical enthusiasm, 
 and win, inch by inch, a toleration for dramatic shows. 
 We see a specimen of the work he wrought during the 
 Suppression in his " Play-House to be Let : Every 
 Act a Play," a disjointed mixture of tragedy, comedy, 
 opera, and farce. * As the Prologue says : — 
 
 " We found it neither had a tail or head 
 The limbs are such as no proportion bear, 
 No correspondence have, and yet cohere" 
 
 It was a stepping stone to the solid footing of the 
 restored drama. He who had carried his point against 
 powerful opposition, soon shewed what was his theatri- 
 cal ambition, when in 1660 he held the management 
 of a large Playhouse. With scenic decoration, with all 
 
 1664], have been presented all by women, as formerly all by 
 men. . . . All this while the playhouse musick improved yearly, 
 and is now arrived to greater perfection than ever I knew it." 
 
 Historia Histrionica, 1 691, Repr. p. xii. 
 * Motteux imitated this attempt in his "Novelty: Every Act a 
 Play," at Little Lincoln's Inn Fields Theatre, in 1697. See, also, 
 "The Stroller's Pacquet Broke Open," 1742, for Farces and Drolls 
 performed at Bartholomew-Fair, &c, and borrowed from older 
 plays. 
 
 the 
 
xxviii, INTRODUCTION. 
 
 the adornment of rich costumes and operatic music, 
 with mechanical contrivances hitherto unemployed, 
 unknown, he reproduced in 1662 his " Siege of 
 Rhodes," 
 
 Revivals of the elder drama, including " Macbeth " 
 with Matthew Lock's music, were attempted in such 
 splendour as partly anticipated the spectacular suc- 
 cesses of our own days. The first edition of Elkanah 
 Settle's " Empress of Morocco," 1673, gives copper- 
 plate engravings of the scenes in that play, and shows 
 their importance. Theatre-goers did not so quietly 
 enjoy the works of bygone demi-gods as to encourage 
 managers to bring them out unadulterated. The bitter 
 years that had gone by seem to have perverted the 
 national taste. The courtiers who had accompanied 
 Charles in his French exile, brought back with them 
 more looseness of morals and artificiality of manners 
 than they had taken over. Loyalty itself lost its 
 charm when it wore the swagger of self-conceit and 
 the vices of libertinism. We need seek no more 
 startling proof of the depravity of this exotic taste than 
 the alteration of Shakespeare's " Tempest " into " The 
 Inchanted Island," made conjointly by Dryden and 
 Davenant in 1667 The most exquisite fancies at 
 once lose their purity and grace, poetry is travestied 
 into bombast, the chaste innocence of Miranda is con- 
 taminated 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXIX. 
 
 taminated by the hoydenish silliness and impurity of a 
 sister, Dorinda, who had " never seen a man," and the 
 noble youth Ferdinand becomes a braggadocio ruffler, 
 the cowardly assailant and almost the slayer of his 
 rival, Hippolito, who until that hour had never seen a 
 woman or drawn a sword. The tragedies in fashion 
 were such as less resembled the English masterpieces 
 of James's reign, than those which had found favour 
 at the court of the French King. The comedies were 
 diverting, but mere entanglements of intrigue and 
 cross-purposes ; wherein the wanton language was 
 sufficiently outspoken to ensure each lady-visitor wear- 
 ing a mask, not so much to hide her blushes, however, 
 as to conceal their absence. Beaumont and Fletcher had 
 gone pretty far in their dialogues, which by no means 
 err on the side of straight-laced morals and punctilious 
 decorum. But when their comedies reappeared, fifty 
 years after the friends had gone to their rest, the 
 alterations made were almost always for the worse. 
 The Duke of Buckingham touched up " The Chances." 
 Others tampered with whatever text was revived, with- 
 out compunction. Later, Betterton turned " The Pro- 
 phetess" into an opera; Purcell added music to 
 " Bonduca." Shadwell had introduced a masque with 
 songs into "Timon of Athens." The Restoration 
 men held no fear of consequences when their ghosts 
 
 should 
 
XXX. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 should encounter the wronged Elizabethans in the 
 Happy Hunting Grounds. There had always been a 
 readiness in play-wrights to borrow largely from pre- 
 decessors and contemporaries, mostly improving on 
 
 what they stole, " convey, the wise it call ! " Thus, 
 
 of our Shakespeare's plays there is scarcely more than 
 one plot that we cannot trace home to some novelist or 
 fellow-dramatist. The Restoration men as boldly 
 plagiarized, but spoilt what they carried off in their 
 maraudings. It is amusing to watch the bare-faced 
 impudence (worthy of some play-wrights in our own 
 days) of clever Edward Ravenscroft, for example, in his 
 numerous transformations. 
 
 The immorality of these comedies has been de- 
 nounced with such acrimony, that one might imagine 
 the censors thought all other literature was immaculate, 
 all other ages moral. We confess the cape ; that their 
 imaginary world behind the footlights is not quite 
 commendable. But why make war on shadows ? 
 Why be so Quixotic as to slay mere scenic-puppets ? 
 We agree with Charles Lamb, that the province of the 
 Dramatist is a conventional world, and that we need 
 not press the enactments of our penal and moral code 
 against creatures of Fancy, Why denounce the petty 
 larcenies of Sganarelle, or the highway-robberies of 
 Falstaff, as if to be judged at the Old Bailey, or by 
 
 the 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxxi. 
 
 the Correctional Police of Paris ? Are we never to be 
 without Rhadamanthus and the Court of Arches in 
 sight ? 
 
 Let us admit, it was frequently on matrimonial in- 
 fidelity the jokes turned. For a score of years people 
 seem never to have grown weary of laughing at the 
 exhibition of befooled London citizens, whose wealth 
 and wives were made free with, in the plays whereby 
 the Stage attempted to hold the mirror up to nature. 
 The Merry Monarch himself was a constant patron of 
 the Drama, happiest when shaking off the cares of 
 state, and paying gallant compliments to some one of 
 the saucy actresses who spoke those Prologues and 
 Epilogues that are more charged with objectionable 
 double-meanings and downright scandal than the plays 
 they accompanied. Actresses had been another of 
 the innovations brought from France, either by Killi- 
 grew or Davenant, after the Restoration ; and for half 
 a century they could scarcely be considered a moral 
 gain, although attractive to the audience. (See Foot- 
 note on previous page, xxvi.) Two or more of these 
 ladies were transferred by the enamoured King from 
 the boards to the Palace. One was the charming 
 Nell Gwynne, whom we see painted as a shepherdess 
 by Sir Peter Lely at Hampton Court, and of whom 
 our benefactor Pepys records in cypher, on May-day, 
 
 1667, 
 
XXX11. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 1667, the bewitching fascinations, as patent to him as 
 those of Mrs Knipp. " Pretty Nelly," he calls her, 
 "in her smock sleeves and bodice, a mighty pretty 
 creature " She had passed, it is said, from the singing 
 of ballads in taverns, the selling of oranges in front of 
 the Playhouse, and the objectionable companionship 
 ot Buckhurst, to the higher dignity of enrapturing the 
 lieges upon the stage. She delivered, in Dryden's 
 emphatic language, the Epilogue to his tragedy, 
 " Tyrannic Love," 1669. She spoke the Prologue to 
 the same poet's " Conquest of Grenada," 1670, in a 
 hat large as a cart-wheel, to the uproarious delight of 
 King Charles. Then she passed to, what may have 
 been deemed in those days, the height of feminine 
 ambition. Mary Davis, profanely called Moll, it is no 
 less trustworthily recorded, won a lease of the expan- 
 sive heart of " Old Rowley," by her singing the ballad 
 " My lodging is on the cold ground, " ki " The 
 Rivals." * § vi. 
 
 *"The Rivals," Licensed September 19th, 1668, by Roger 
 V Estrange. This date of license is important, although it had 
 been acted earlier. The " Rivals, a Comedy " (by Davenant, 
 according to Langbaine's Account, Eng. Dram. Poets, p. 547, 
 1691) is founded on "the Two Noble Kinsmen," and Pepys saw 
 it performed in 1664, on the 10th of September. "The Rivals" 
 was acted by His Highness the Duke of York's Servants, Mrs. 
 Gosnell singing and dancing. 
 
 Mrs. Davis's name is printed, in our copy of the first quarto, 1668, 
 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXX111. 
 
 § vi. Songs in the Drolleries, Whence Taken. 
 
 Out of these plays, serious and comic, in great part 
 come the songs which meet us in the various " Droll- 
 eries." Many of the lyrics only survive as relics of 
 imprinted comedies and tragedies, without even the 
 name or author being known : comedies which have 
 otherwise passed into oblivion. Shall we not thank- 
 fully accept these songs, since they alone remain ? 
 
 We hold the songs of the Elizabethan Drama in 
 much higher esteem than those after the Restoration, 
 but we deprecate the severity of censure which has 
 been passed on the latter, since they are, at least, 
 superior to what we get in subsequent days. Robert 
 Bell, whose name deserves respect and gratitude, has 
 
 as acting Celania, who sings the song in Act V. Compare 
 Mirida's burlesque song in The Honble. James Howard's " All 
 Mistaken; or, the Mad Couple," 1672, Act V. Sc. 1, — which is 
 said to have ridiculed the short and plump Moll Davis, and begins 
 (corrected) thus : — 
 
 " My lodging upon the cold floor is, 
 
 And wonderful hard is my fare, 
 
 But that which troubles me more is 
 
 The fatness of my dear. 
 
 Yet still I do cry, oh melt love, 
 
 And I pry'thee now melt apace ; 
 
 For thou art the man I should long for, 
 
 If 'twere not for thy grease," &c. 
 It is Pinguister who is so fat. Nelly sang it. This burlesquing 
 of popular songs besets us continually in the Drolleries. 
 
 not 
 
XXXIV. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 not hesitated to express this condemnation ruthlessly. 
 He says : — 
 
 " The superiority in all qualities of sweetness, thoughtfulness, 
 and purity of the writers of the sixteenth and the beginning of the 
 seventeenth century over their successors is strikingly exhibited in 
 these productions. The dramatic songs of the age of Elizabeth 
 and James I. are distinguished as much by their delicacy and 
 chastity of feeling, as by their vigour and beauty. The change 
 that took place under Charles II was sudden and complete. With 
 the Restoration, love disappears, and sensuousness takes its place. 
 Voluptuous without taste or sentiment, the songs of that period 
 may be said to dissect in broad daylight the life of the town, laying 
 bare with revolting shamelessness the tissues of its most secret 
 vices." (Swigs of the Dramatists, 1854.J 
 
 As the imperturbable Mr. Chester sensibly remarked, 
 on a similar occasion, "These anatomical allusions 
 should be left to gentlemen of the medical profession. 
 They are really not agreeable in society." 
 
 Although confessedly inferior to the writers of the 
 three preceeding reigns, the dramatists and songsters 
 of the Restoration have a charm of their own, and we 
 do not think it good policy to despise the fruit of 
 Autumn in compliment to the bygone flowers of the 
 Spring and Summer. If we watch and see how much 
 we lose, when once we pass from the Stuarts to the 
 cold William of Orange and the alien Hanoverian 
 race — the early Georges who grunted at " Boets and 
 Bainters," who "hated arts and despised literature, but 
 liked train oil in their salads," — we become more ready 
 
 to 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXXV. 
 
 to do justice to the delightful lyrists who left behind 
 them no true successors. Scarcely one song written 
 by our favourite Sir Charles Sedley, or the Earl of 
 Rochester, (or Dryden and Wycherley, for that mat- 
 ter, though these latter are frequently somewhat warm 
 in expression), fails to surpass in tenderness and 
 melody, in sportive fancy and intellectual sparkle, a 
 cartload of the concert or drawing-room ballads of the 
 present day, let alone the Music Hall imbecilities. 
 We need not draw comparison with the dreary didactic 
 trifling that won favour at Ranelagh or Spring Gardens 
 a century ago. To our mind the most indefensible 
 Love-songs were those in which the far-fetched con- 
 ceits, the pedantry, and lackadaisical attitudinizing of 
 the Donne school, substituted a shock of surprises for 
 the language of emotion ; as if poetry were a riddle or 
 conundrum. This was in the reign of Charles I., but 
 it has never quite died out since. We much prefer 
 the genuine passion, when even transgressing so far in 
 warmth as to incline towards sensuality, to that frigid 
 affectation of Heroic or Platonic Love which is so busy 
 in contemplating its own ingenuity. The Restoration 
 men were in earnest when they praised either women 
 or wine, and both the ladies and the bottle were taken 
 in hand with enthusiasm. 
 
 Then as to the rural sports, the dance around the 
 
 Maypole, 
 
XXXVI. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Maypole, resumed after the Puritans had sawn down 
 the tree, trampled on the flowers, and yelled against 
 the profanity of all merry-making in a world which was- 
 nearing its final doom, (according to the latest Tub- 
 interpretation of prophecy) : what need we say ? ex- 
 cept this : Turn to page 80 of the second part of 
 Westminster Drollery, and see there (precisely as it 
 was first published) what a hearty, rollicking Invitation 
 was sung to bring the " lasses and lads " to a summer 
 evening festival. Was it not still " Merrie England," 
 even then; although the rampant Hobby of Puritanism 
 had so lately ridden across every village green, and 
 burnt its hoof-marks on the turf? 
 
 Or, read the gay lyrics which sing their own music 
 and set our blood in pleasant activity, the two com- 
 panion ditties, " Pan, leave piping, the Gods have done 
 feasting" (given near the end of our Appendix, from the 
 "Antidote against Melancholy," 1661), with "Songs of 
 Shepherds and rustical roundelays " (in the " Westmin- 
 ster Drollery," Part ii. p. 64), telling of all the heathen 
 deities made happy in Hunting the Hare. We catch 
 sight of sly tricks and courtship even in such a trifle 
 as " The Drawing of Valentines" (i.p. 35), a silly thing 
 in sooth, but one that " dallies with the innocence of 
 Love, like the Old Age." 
 
 And if these men of the Restoration could not sing 
 
 so 
 
INTRODUCTION. XXXV11. 
 
 so sweetly as their poetic forefathers, what then ? All 
 honour still be to them, for the fact that they had the 
 good taste to value such melody as had been given 
 already. The lyrics of Sir Walter Raleigh, Sir Henry 
 Wotton, Thomas Carew, Robert Herrick, Sir John 
 Suckling, with those of Ben Jonson, Beaumont and 
 Fletcher, and others of that wondrous band surround- 
 ing " Gentle Shakespeare," never went quite out of 
 fashion, but re-appeared in almost every volume of 
 festive songs ; as, we doubt not, they resounded still 
 at every wassail, and enlivened every old manor-house 
 whereunto descendants of the lawful owners came 
 back to take possession. Had it been in prophetic 
 foresight, that this Restoration Ode of a Pastor return- 
 ing to his flock was given by the dramatist? In 
 Welcoming home their Vicar, — the parishioners de- 
 clare : — 
 
 " We have brought music to appease his spirit, 
 And the best song we'll give him :" 
 
 A Glee to the Vicar. 
 
 " Let the bells ring, and the boys sing, 
 
 The young lasses trip and play : 
 Let the cups go round, till round goes the ground, 
 
 Our learned Vicar we'le stay. 
 
 " Let the pigg turne merrely, hey ! 
 
 And let the fat goose swim, 
 For verily, verily, hey ! 
 
 Our Vicar this day shall be trim. "The 
 
 e 
 
XXXVlll. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 "The stew'd cock shall crow, cock a doodle doe ! 
 
 A lowd cock a doodle shall crow ; 
 The duck and the drake shall swim in a lake 
 
 Of oynions and clarret below. 
 
 " Our wives shall be neat to bring in our meat 
 
 To thee, our noble adviser ; 
 Our paynes shall be great, and our pottles shall 
 
 And we ourselves will be wiser. [sweat, 
 
 " We'l labour and swink, we'le kisse and we'le 
 And tythes shall come thicker and thicker ; [drink, 
 
 We'l fall to the plow, and get children enow', 
 And thou shalt be learned, O Vicar !"* 
 
 No doubt many a veteran Cavalier made com- 
 plaint, unselfishly enough, when on a single visit to 
 Court he won a momentary glimpse of His Majesty 
 Charles II., surrounded too closely by sycophants and 
 titled wantons to allow of any further greeting than 
 " Ods fish ! man, I'm glad to see you." It was not 
 the king who was unkind, but his flatterers who were 
 jealous ; and old Cavaliers retired, or 'did not once ap- 
 pear, for want of Coin and Cuffs.' As one of them sang : 
 
 * The authorship and early date are douhtful, It is not printed 
 in the first edition of " The Spanish Curate," in Beaumont and 
 Fletcher's works, folio, 1647, although the place for it is marked 
 with the word " Song," in Act iii. Sc. 2. The entry of the play 
 is dated October 24, 1622. It was acted at Blackfriars. The 
 earliest printed version of the song known to us is that in Musarum 
 Delicice (p. 75 of reprint), 1656. We follow that given in the 
 " Antidote against Melancholy," 1661, which forms one of the 
 Blue Series privately reprinted by that indefatigable Shakespearian 
 Scholar, John Payne Collier, Esq., to whose courtesy we are in- 
 debted for our copy from the rare original. 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxxix. 
 
 " But this doth most afflict my mind, 
 I went to Court, in hope to find, 
 
 Some of my friends in Place; 
 And walking there, I had a sight 
 Of all the Crew : But, by this light, 
 
 I hardly knew one face ! 
 
 S'life ! of so many noble sparkes, 
 Who on their bodies bear the markes 
 
 Of their integrity, 
 And suffer'd Ruin of estate ; 
 It was my d . . . unhappy fate, 
 
 That I not one could see ! 
 
 Not one, upon my life, among 
 My old acquaintance, all along 
 
 At Truro, and before ; 
 And, I suppose, the place can shew 
 As few of those whom thou didst know 
 At York or Marston-moore" 
 
 His soldier-friend, warned by such an experience, 
 would make remonstrance that this was an old tale ; 
 that Courts are not the place for modest merit to ap- 
 pear ; that those alone who shew gold in hand and 
 brass in their faces are the welcome guests. He re- 
 members that, 
 
 " All Princes (be they never so wise, 
 Are fain to see with other Eyes, 
 
 But seldom hear at all : 
 And Courtiers find't their interest, 
 In time to feather well their nest, 
 
 Providing for their Fall. 
 
 Our comfort doth on Time depend ; 
 Things, when they are at worst, will mend : 
 
 And let us but reflect On 
 
xl. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 On our condition th'other day, 
 When none but Tyrants bore the sway, 
 What did we then expect ? 
 
 Mean while a calm retreat is best : 
 But discontent (if not supprest) 
 
 Will breed Disloyalty. 
 This is the constant note I sing, 
 I have been faithful to the King, 
 
 And so shall ever be." (1661.) 
 
 What though the anticipations of the Cavaliers were 
 in great part followed by disappointment, and Charles 
 II. failed to justify their hopes, by neglecting many 
 of those who had cheerfully suffered for his cause ; 
 there will always be to us a fascination in the re- 
 cords of those days of Civil War and Restoration. 
 Nor must we accept as wholly trustworthy the dark 
 portraiture given by Burnet, Rochester, or any anony- 
 mous authors of satires upon the Royal Sardanapa- 
 lus. His faults were sufficient, as a man and as a mon- 
 arch, without there being need of such malignant ex- 
 aggeration as he found employed against him, yet 
 never troubled himself to resent. We may not be wil- 
 ling to accept all the laudation of the glib courtiers 
 who wrote funeral elegies at his decease, yet such men 
 as Halifax, Denham, Clarendon, and Dryden saw in 
 him qualities to praise. Thus the former says : — 
 
 " Farewell, great Charles, monarch of blest renown, 
 The best good man that ever filled a throne ; 
 
 When 
 
. INTRODUCTOIN. "xli. 
 
 When Nature as her highest pattern wrought, 
 And mix'd both sexes' virtues in one draught; 
 Wisdom for councils, bravery in war, 
 With all the mild good-nature of the fair. 
 The woman's sweetness, temper'd manly wit, 
 And loving pow'r, did crown'd with meekness sit. 
 
 In conquests mild, he came from exile kind ; 
 No climes, no provocations, chang'd his mind ; 
 No malice sheiv'd, no hate, revenge, or pride, 
 But ruled as meekly as his father died." &c. 
 
 Compare with this, Andrew Marvell's caricature : — 
 
 " Of a tall stature, and of sable hue, 
 
 Much like the son of Kish, that lofty Jew, 
 
 Twelve years complete he suffered in exile, 
 
 And kept his father's asses all the ivhile ; 
 
 At length, by wonderful impulse of Fate, 
 
 The people call him home to help the State," &c. 
 
 Or Rochester's Satire on him : — 
 
 "In the isle of Great Britain, long since famous known, . . 
 
 There reigns, and long may he reign and thrive, 
 
 The easiest Prince and best bred Man alive ; 
 
 Him no ambition moves to seek renown, 
 
 Like the French Fool [Lewis] to wander up and down, 
 
 Starving his subjects, hazarding his Crown : . . . . 
 
 A Merry Monarch, scandalous and poor." 
 
 The satire attributed conjecturally to Samuel Butler, 
 " 'Tis a strange age we live in, and a lewd," the inci- 
 dental references to the wasteful disorder and neglect 
 of business, found in Pepys' Diary, and in that of the 
 more staid Evelyn, as well as in the lively pages of 
 
 the 
 
 ■ 
 
xlii. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 the Count de Grammont, and in small memoirs less 
 easy of access, help to give a tolerable exposure of 
 court favourites and their ways. Beside these records, 
 our cheerful Westminster Drollery is comparatively in- 
 nocent. Most of the Songs had been set to music by 
 the best composers of the day, and they can seldom 
 have given offence, even in circles that were far purer 
 than those which held Lely's Beauties as their centre. 
 It would have been a joy for us to know that these 
 were wholly unobjectionable ; but he who waits to eat 
 of fruit without a speck must go hungry through many 
 an orchard, even past the apples of the Hesperides. 
 
 § vii. Conclusion. 
 We reserve for the Introduction to our next reprint 
 of the scarce " Drolleries " a more detailed list of 
 them, and such history of their authors as is attainable. 
 Three of the books, at least were published before the 
 return of Charles II. (viz., " Love and Drollery, " 
 i654,"Choice Drollery," and "Wit and Drollery," 1656, 
 also "Wit Restored," 1658). " Wit's Recreation,"a large 
 collection of Epigrams and Epitaphs, with only a few 
 Songs, had appeared so early as 1640, and was of a 
 different character. " Merry Drollery," and another 
 edition of " Wit and Drollery," were published in 166 1. 
 The former was repeated, " with additions," in 1670, 
 and 1691. In 1671, the same year as the "Westmin- 
 ster 
 
INTRODUCTION. xliii. 
 
 ster Drollery," Part i., appeared the " Oxford Drol- 
 lery." When the second part of "Westminster Drol- 
 lery " was produced in 1672, the " Windsor Drollery " 
 also was published, and they held a few songs in com- 
 mon. " Holborn Drollery," and "Norfolk Drollery" 
 (for the most part heavy, and only locally interesting) 
 came to light next year, 1673. The " Bristol Drol- 
 lery," in 1674, " Covent Garden Drollery," in 1675, 
 and " Grammatical Drollery," 1682, must also be 
 mentioned : all have been carefully examined. There- 
 after the tone of the song collections is changed, and 
 always for the worse. Excitement had begun about 
 the supposed Plots of the Papists ; Titus Oates, Bed- 
 loe, Dangerfeld, and the rest of that perjured crew 
 held public attention, and the song or ballad collectors 
 of the day were almost entirely political, on the one 
 side or the other. Soon we come to the exultant 
 Protestantism of the " Loyal Songs against Popery," 
 1689, and the unscrupulous rancour of the "State 
 Poems," during the power of William III. A more 
 petty malignity shrieks and gibbers in the Anti-Jacobite 
 ditties of 1715, 17 16, and 17 18. 
 
 It is, then, to the Drolleries published between 1660 
 and 1675 that we turn for the Songs of the jubilant 
 Royalists of the Restoration; to Alexander Brome's, 
 &c. In the belief that historically and poetically 
 they are worthy of preservation we issue our unmutOa- 
 
 ted 
 
xliv. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 ted Reprint. By preserving the divisions of pages, 
 peculiarities of spelling and punctuation (accidental 
 or designed), and other features of the ' original, the 
 student here possesses a thoroughly trustworthy repro- 
 duction. To this we pledge ourselves. We have no- 
 wise departed from our exemplar except in two par- 
 ticulars : i. the now obsolete long "f," with its pro- 
 voking likeness to an " f" is here uniformly changed 
 into the ordinary "s." 2. the type of each commen- 
 cing word, which in the original is mostly of a mongrel 
 character, is made uniform in capitals throughout Part 
 1. The sheet marks are given exactly in large paper 
 copies. Even palpable blunders in the text are left un- 
 altered ; but many corrections (not conjectural, but 
 obtained by collation) are afforded in the Appendix 
 Notes. These are kept apart intentionally. No tables 
 of Contents or of First Lines appear in the original, 
 but have been included, alphabetically arranged, for 
 convenience of the Reader, Is he wearied of this 
 Preludium or Overture ? We hope not. May he en- 
 joy the Concert here about to be reproduced for his 
 delight, not irritated by a few discordant notes. The 
 curtain rises, and the first performer is none other than 
 the King himself, " Old Rowley," for whom we have, a 
 liking, despite his peccadilloes. Hats t>ff, gentlemen, 
 if you please, in presence of his Majesty, and listen to 
 the Drolleries. 
 
 J. W. E. 
 
Westminster Drollery. 
 Part I. 
 
Westminster Drollery. 
 
 Or, A Choice 
 
 COLLECTION 
 
 of the Newest 
 
 SONGS & POEMS 
 
 BOTH AT 
 
 Court anli Cbeaters* 
 
 BY 
 
 A Person of Quality. 
 
 With Additions. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 Printed for//, Brome at the Gun in St, Pants 
 
 Church Yard, near the West End. 
 
 MDCLXXI. 
 
Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 The first Song in the Ball at Court 
 
 i. 
 
 I Pass all my Hours in a shady old Grove, 
 And I live not the day that I see not my Love : 
 I survey every Walk now my Phillis is gone, 
 And sigh when I think we were there all alone. 
 O then 'tis, O then I think there's no such Hell, 
 Like loving, like loving to well. 
 
 But each shade and each conscious Bow'r that I find, 
 Where I once have been happy, and she has been kind. 
 And I see the print left of her shape in the Green, 
 And imagine the pleasure may yet come agen, 
 
 O then his, Opheti, I think nopoy's alkve 
 
 The pleasures , the pleasures of love^ 
 
 While alone to myself I repeat all her charms, 
 She I love may be locked in another mans arms : 
 She may laugh at my cares, and so false she may be, 
 To say all the kind things she before said to me. 
 
 O then 'tis, O then I think there's no such Hell, 
 
 Like loving, like loving too well. 
 
 A3 4. But 
 
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 But when I consider the truth of her heart. 
 Such an innocent passion, so kind, without art, 
 I fear I have wrong'd her, and hope she may be 
 So full of true love, to be jealous of me. 
 O theft 'tis, O then I think no joys above 
 TJie pleasures , the pleasures of Love. 
 
 The second Song in the Masque at Court. 
 
 i. A Lovjsr I amj and a Lo\|er Tie be, 
 ii And hope from my Love I shall never be 
 free, 
 Let wisdom be blam'd in the grave woman-hater, 
 Yet never to love, is a sin of ill nature : 
 But he who loves well, and whose passion is strong, 
 Shall never be wretched, but ever be young. 
 
 2. With hopes and with fears, like a Ship in the Ocean, 
 Our hearts are kept dancing, and ever in motion. 
 When our passion is pallid, and our fancy wou'd fail, 
 A little kind quarrel supplies a fresh gale : 
 But when the doubt's clear'd, and the jealousies gone, 
 How we kiss, and embrace, and can never have done. 
 
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 A Song at the Kmg's House. 
 
 1. T T OW hard is a heart to be cur'xl 
 
 X J_ That is once overwhelm'd with despair, 
 Tis a pain by force is endur'd, 
 Despises our pity, and scoffs at our fear :* 
 But if nothing but Death shall untie 
 Those fetters wherewith you enslave me, 
 For your sake I am ready to try 
 If you are unwilling to leave me, 
 
 Then I am not unwilling to die„ 
 
 2. How much were it better complying 
 With the tears, the sighs, and the groans 
 Of a poor distrest Lover dying, 
 And list to the cries of his pitiful moans : 
 When your Slave shall in triumph be led 
 To see the effects of good nature, 
 It shall for your honour be sed, 
 Tis true you have kill'd a poor Creature, 
 Yet have rais'd him again from the dead. 
 
 3. Though your heart be as cold as the ice is, 
 At one time or other you'l findj 
 That love has a thousand devices [mind. 
 
 To banish could thoughts from your scrupulous 
 
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 Thy aid mighty Jove I implore, 
 That thou to the fair one discover, 
 The joys I have for her in store, 
 Which she to her passionate Lover 
 Will say, she'll be cruel no more. 
 
 A Song at the Kings House. 
 
 i. (~^LORIS, let my passion ever^ 
 
 V y Be to you as I design : 
 
 Flames so noble, that you never 
 
 Saw the like till you knew mine. 
 
 2.. Not a breath of feigned passion 
 From my lips shall reach your ears ; 
 
 Nor this love that's now in fashion, 
 Made of modest sighs and tears. 
 
 3. In my breast a room so fitting 
 For your heart I will prepare, 
 
 That you'l never think of quitting, 
 Were you once but harbour'd there. 
 
 4. The Rent's not great that I require 
 From your heart, mine to repay : 
 
 Fortitude's all I desire 
 
 To keep your lodging from decay. 
 
 5. Fairest 
 
Westm inster-Drollery. 
 
 5 . Fairest Saint, then be not cruel. 
 Nor to love me count it sin : 
 
 Since a smile from you is fewel, 
 For to keep this fire in. 
 
 6. When I am forc'd by death or age. 
 From your flames for to retire, 
 
 All true Lovers I'll engage 
 Still my passion to admire. 
 
 "A 
 
 The last So?ig at the Kifigs Mouse. 
 
 Wife I do hate, 
 For either she's false or she's jealous ■ 
 But give me a Mate 
 
 That nothing will ask or tell us : 
 She stands on no terms, 
 
 Xor chaffers by way of Indenture ; 
 Her love's for your Farms, 
 
 But takes the kind man at a venture. 
 
 2. If all prove not right, 
 
 Without Act, Process, or Warning, 
 From a Wife for a night 
 
 You may be divorc'd in the morning. 
 Where Parents are slaves 
 
 Their Brats cannot be any other ; 
 
 Great 
 
Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 Great Wits and great Braves 
 
 Have always a Punk to their Mother. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 T " A A 7"ER'T thou but half so wise as thou art fair, 
 V V Thou would'st not need such courting, 
 'Twill prove a loss you'll ne'er repair, 
 
 Should you still defer your sporting. 
 This peevish shall I, shall I, you'll repent, 
 
 When your spring is over, 
 Beauties after-math — no kind friends hath 
 
 To gratifie a Lover. 
 
 2. Perhaps you may think 'tis a sin to deal, 
 Till Hymen doth authorize you : 
 
 Though the Gods themselves sweet pleasure steal, 
 
 That to coyness thus advise you. 
 Pox upon the Link-boy and his Taper, 
 
 I'll kiss, although not have you, 
 'Twas an Eunuch wrote all the Text that you quote, 
 
 And the Ethicks that inslave you. 
 
 3. I am sure you have heard of that sprightly Dame 
 That with Mars so often traded, 
 
 Had the God but thought she had been to blame, 
 She had surely been degraded. 
 
 Nor 
 
 
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 Nor is blind Cupid less esteemed 
 For the sly tricks of his Mother, 
 
 For men do adore that Son of a Whore, 
 As much as any other. 
 
 4. Tis plain antiquity doth lie 
 Which made Lucretia squeamish ; 
 
 For that which you call Chastity, 
 
 Upon her left a blemish : 
 For when her Paramour grew weak, 
 
 Her passion waxed stronger, 
 For the Lecherous Drab her self did stab 
 
 'Cause Tarquin staid no longer. 
 
 5. Then away with this Bugbear Vice, 
 You are lost if that you fly me, 
 
 In Elizium (if you here are nice) 
 
 You never shall come nigh me : 
 Hell for Vestals is a Cloyster 
 
 I don't run doting thither, 
 For the pleasant shades are for her that trades 
 
 Let's truck and go together. 
 
 A late Song by a Person of Quality. 
 
 1. A Las,whatshallIdo? I have taken on me now 
 
 J~\ To make a Song, I vow • O wo is me : 
 I am comm anded to't, I dare not stand it out, 
 
 Though 
 
8 Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 Though I am put to th' rout, it must be : [foot 
 Thou shalt do't, then stand to't I'll set my Muse on 
 
 With a good chirping Cup, [of wine, 
 
 There may some hidden Mine, spring from the juice 
 
 Then take 't and drink it up. 
 
 2. Pox on't, it will not do, I must have t'other too, 
 I claim it as my due, and must love't ; [hie 
 
 For where the Land is dry, the good Husband he doth 
 
 To bring the water nigh to improve 't. 
 Here's the use of the Juice, open me then the sluce, 
 
 And deny my wit in grain ; 
 That Skull's ne'er empty that takes it in plenty, 
 It's the only spring of the brain. 
 
 3. Madam now you mayseewhat obedience is in me, 
 
 I have done what may be to obey, [to boot, 
 
 I have set my Muse on foot, with the sprightly grape 
 
 Your Commands made me do't, they must sway : 
 
 If my pate soon or late, shall bring forth some conceit, 
 
 To you my wit I owe. 
 If I do fall flat, it's because, mark you that, 
 
 I am a Cup to low. 
 If I spake sense enough, or did speak but stuff, 
 
 All is alike to me ; 
 I'll never pause upon't, you were the cause on't, 
 And that's my Apologie. 
 
 Silvia 
 
Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 Silvia. Made by a Person of Honour. 
 But the Answer and Reply lately added. 
 
 SILVIA, tell me how long it will be 
 Before you will grant my desire : 
 Is there no end of your crueltie, 
 
 But must I consume in this fire ? 
 You'll not tell me you love me, nor yet that you hate, 
 
 But take pleasure in seeing me languish 
 Ah Silvia pity my desperate state, 
 For you are the cause of my anguish : 
 
 Her ANSWER. 
 
 DAMON, I tell thee I never shall be 
 In a humour to grant thy desire ; 
 Nor can I be tax'd with crueltie, 
 
 Having one that I more do admire. 
 For 'tis him that I love, and thee that I hate, 
 Yet I find you fain would be doing ; 
 No, Damon, you never shall be my Mate, 
 Then prethee, Friend, leave off thy wooing. 
 
 His 
 
io Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 His REPLY. 
 
 SIL VIA know, I never shall more 
 Be a Suitor to pride and disdaining, 
 Nor can my respects be as heretofore, 
 
 Being now in the time of their waining : 
 For I prize not thy love, nor I fear not thy hate, 
 
 Then prethee take it for a warning, 
 Whenever you meet with another mate, 
 Faith Silvia leave off your scorning. 
 
 A Song at the Kings House. 
 1 \\ THERE-ever I am, and whatever I do, 
 
 V V My Phillis is still in my mind : 
 When angry, I mean not to Phillis to go, 
 
 My feet of themselves the way find. 
 Unknown to my self, I am just at her door, 
 
 And when I would rail, I can bring out no more, 
 Than, Phillis too fair and unkind, 
 Than, Phillis too fair and unkind. 
 
 2. When Phillis I see, my heart burns in my brest, 
 And the love I would stifle is shown, 
 
 But asleep or wake, I am never at rest, 
 When from mine eyes Phillis is gone. 
 
 Some 
 
Westminster- Drollery. 1 1 
 
 Sometimes a sweet dream does delude my sad mind, 
 But alas when I wake, and no Phillis I find, 
 Theii I sigh to my self all alone. 
 Then I sigh to my self all alone. 
 
 3. Should a King be my Rival in her I adore, 
 He should offer his treasure in vain, 
 
 O let me alone to be happy and poor, 
 
 And give me my Phillis again : 
 Let Phillis be mine, and ever be kind, 
 I could to a Desart with her be confin'd, 
 A?id envy no Monarch his Reign, 
 And envy no Monarch his Reign. 
 
 4. Alas ! I discover too much of my love, 
 And she too well knows her own power ; 
 
 She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove, 
 
 And makes me grow jealous each hour. 
 But let her each minute torment my poor mind. 
 I had rather love Phillis both false and unkind, 
 Then ever be freed from her power, 
 Then ever be freed from her power. 
 
 P 
 
 The Coy Lady slighted at last. 
 
 OOR Celia once was very fair, 
 A quick bewitching eye she had, 
 
 Most 
 
1 2 Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 Most neatly look'd her braided hair, 
 
 Her lovely cheeks would make you mad : 
 Upon her Lips did all tke Graces play, 
 And on her Breasts ten thousand Cupids lay. 
 
 2. Then many a doting Lover came, 
 From seventeen unto twenty one : 
 
 Each told her of his mighty flame, 
 But she forsooth affected none ; 
 
 This was not ha?idso?ne, f other was not fine ; 
 This of Tobacco smelt, and that of Wine. 
 
 3. But t'other day, it was my fate 
 To pass along that way alone : 
 
 I saw no Coach before her Gate, 
 But at her door I heard her moan, 
 
 And dropt a tear, and sighing seem'd to say, 
 Young Ladies marry, marry while you may. 
 
 A Song at the Kings House. 
 
 !, T T TORLD thou art so wicked grown, 
 
 V V That thy deceits I must disown, 
 Since Knaves from honest men cannot be known, 
 So general is Distraction : 
 
 2. Men 
 
Westminster-Drollery. 1 3 
 
 2. Men that are grave and should be wise, 
 In their opinions are so precise, 
 That always they turn up the whites of their eyes, 
 When plotting some other faction. 
 
 Conventicles are grown so rife, 
 
 Whose followers are so many, 
 There's so much gathered for their relief, 
 
 Poor Cavaliers cannot get any. 
 
 Wit without money is such a curse, 
 No Mortal would be in its Clutches : 
 
 And he that hath one without t'other is worse 
 Than a Cripple without his Crutches. 
 
 A Song by a Person of Quality^ 
 
 HOLD, hold, and no further advance, 
 For I'm cast in a Trance, 
 If an inch more you give, 
 I'm not able to live 
 Then draw back your Lance. 
 
 So now 'tis pretty well my Love, 
 
 Yet if you will, 
 You may somewhat further shove, 
 
 But do not kill. 
 
 
14 Westminster- Drollery. 
 
 I die, I die, my breath's almost gone : 
 Pray let me sleep, and I'll wake anon. 
 
 A Rhodomantade on his cruel Mistress. 
 
 SEEK not to know a woman ; for she's worse 
 Than all Ingredients cram'd into a Curse. 
 Were she but ugly, peevish, proud, a Whore, 
 Perjur'd or painted, so she were no more, 
 I could forgive her, and connive at this, 
 Alledging still she but a Woman is : 
 But she is worse, and may in time forestal, 
 The Devil, and be the damning of us all. 
 
 A SONG. A Dialogue betweeti two Friends. 
 
 Tune. How severe is forgetful Old Age. 
 R. 
 
 HOW unhappy a Lover am I, 
 Whilst I sigh for my Phyllis in vain, 
 All my hopes of delight are another mans right, 
 Who is happy whilst I am in pain. 
 W. 
 z. Since her honour affords no relief, 
 As to pity the pains which you bear, 
 
 It's 
 
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 It's the best of your Fate in a helpless estate, 
 To give over betimes to despair. 
 R. 
 
 3. I have tried the false Medicine in vain, 
 Yet I wisht what I hope not to wan, 
 
 From without my desires has no food to its fires, 
 But it burns and consumes me within. 
 W. 
 
 4. Yet at best it's a comfort to know 
 That you are not unhappy alone ; 
 
 For the Nymph you adore is as wretched or more. 
 And accounts all your sufferings her own. 
 R. 
 
 5. O you Powers let me suffer for both, 
 At the feet of my Phyllis I'll lie, 
 
 I'll resign up my breath, and take pleasure in death. 
 To be pitied by her when I die. 
 IV. 
 
 6. What her honour den^d you in life. 
 In her death she will give to her love : 
 
 Such a flame as is true after fate will renew, 
 For the souls do meet freely above. 
 
 O 
 
 A SONG calVd The Injur 'd Lady. 
 
 You powerful Gods, if I must be 
 An injur'd Offering to Loves Deity, 
 
 Grant 
 
1 6 Westminster- Drollery. 
 
 Grant my Revenge, this Plague on men, 
 
 That Women ne'r may love agen. 
 
 The?i Fll with joy submit unto my Fate, 
 Which by your Justice gives your Empire date. 
 
 2. Depose that great insulting Tyrant Boy, 
 Who most is pleas'd when he does most destroy : 
 O let the world no longer govern'd be 
 
 By such a blind and childish Deity. 
 
 For if you Gods are in your Power severe, 
 We shall adore you not for Love but Fear. 
 
 3. But if you'l his Divinity maintain, 
 
 ('Tis men, false men, confirm his tott'ring reign) 
 And when their hearts Loves greatest torment prove 
 Let that no pity, but our laughter move. ■ 
 
 Thus scorn 'd and lost to all their wis ht for aim, 
 Let rage, despair, and death consume their fame. 
 
 The Wooing Rogue. 
 
 The Tune is, My Freedom is all my Joy. 
 
 1. /^^OME live with me, and be my Whore, 
 V^ And we will beg from door to door, 
 Then under a hedge we'l sit and louse us, 
 Until the Beadle comes to rouse us. 
 
 And 
 
Westm inster-Drollery. 
 
 And if they'l give us no relief, 
 
 Thou shalt turn Whore and Fl turn Thief, 
 Thou shalt turn Whore and Fl turn Thief. 
 
 2. If thou canst rob, then I can steal, 
 And we'l eat Roast-meat every meal : 
 Nay we'l eat White-bread every day, 
 And throw our mouldy Crusts away, 
 And twice a day we will be drunk, 
 
 And then at night Fl kiss my Punk, 
 And then at night Fl kiss my Funk. 
 
 3. And when we both shall have the Pox, 
 We then shall want both Shirts and Smocks, 
 To shift each others mangy hide, 
 
 That is with Itch so pockifi'd ; 
 
 We'l take some clean ones from a hedge, 
 And leave our old ones for a pledge, 
 And leave our old ones for a pledge. 
 
 A Song at the Kings House. 
 
 1. T OW severe is forgetful old age, 
 A J. To confine a poor Lover so, 
 That I almost despair to see even the air, 
 Much more my dear Damon, hey ho. 
 
 2. Though 
 
1 8 Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 2. Though I whisper my sighs out alone, 
 
 Yet I am trac'd where-ever I go, [me 
 
 That some treacherous Tree keeps this old man from 
 And there he counts every hey ho. 
 
 3. How shall I this Argus blind, 
 
 And so put an end to my wo ? 
 But whilst I beguile all his frowns with a smile, 
 I betray myself with a hey ho. 
 
 4. My restraint then, alas, must endure ; 
 
 So that since my sad doom I know, 
 I will pine for my Love like the Turtle Dove, 
 And breathe out my life in hey ho. 
 
 A Song at the Ki?igs House. 
 
 1. TV T EVER perswade me to't, I vow 
 1 \| I live not : How can'st thou 
 Expect a life in me, 
 Since my Soul is fled to thee ? 
 You suppose because I walk, 
 And you think talk, 
 I therefore breath, alas, you know 
 Shades as well as men do so. 
 
 2. You 
 
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 2. You may argue I have heat, 
 
 My pulses beat, 
 My sighs have in them living fire. 
 Grant your Argument be truth, 
 
 Such heats my youth 
 Inflame, as poysons do only prepare 
 
 To make death their follower. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 FAREWEL, farewel fond love, under whose childish 
 I have serv'd out a weary Prenticeship. [whip 
 Farewel, thou that hast made me thy scorn'd proper- 
 To dote on those that lov'd not, [ty, 
 
 And to fly those that woo'd me : 
 
 Go bane of my content, and practice on some other 
 
 [Patient. 
 
 2. My woful Monument shall be a Cell, 
 The murmur of the purling Brook my knell ; 
 And for my Epitaph the Rocks shall groan 
 Eternally : if any ask this Stone, 
 What wretched thing doth in this compass lie, 
 
 The hollow Echo shall reply, 'Tis I, 'Tis I, 
 
 The hollow Echo shall reply, Tis I. 
 
 Farewel, farewel. 
 
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 A Song at the Kings House, 
 
 i. 1 F AVE I not told thee, dearest mine, 
 
 X JL That I destroy'd should be ? 
 Unhappy, though the crime was thine, 
 
 And mine the misery : 
 Thou art not kind, ther's none so blind 
 
 As those that will not see. 
 
 2. Have I not sigh'd away my breath 
 In homage to thy beauty : 
 
 What have I got but certain death, 
 
 A poor reward for duty. 
 Well, when I'm gone you'l ne'r have one 
 
 That will prove half so true t' ye. 
 
 3. Have I not steep' d my soul in tears, 
 When thou didst hardly mind it ? 
 
 But rather added to my fears, 
 When love should have declin'd it ; 
 
 Which in this breast, I hope for rest, 
 But now despair to find it 
 
 4. O that I could but sound thy heart, 
 And fathom but thy mind : 
 
 Then would I search thy better part, 
 And force thee to be kind : 
 
 But 
 
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 But now I'm lost, and here am crost, 
 Tis they that hide must find. 
 
 4. If pity then within thy heart 
 Doth own a residence, 
 
 Vouchsafe to read my tragick part, 
 
 And plead my innocence : 
 Then when I'm dead, it may be said, 
 
 'Twas love was my offence. 
 
 5. But since thy will is to destroy, 
 I dare not mercy crave, 
 
 But kindly thank my fate, and joy 
 
 I liVd to die thy Slave : 
 Then exercise those killing eyes, 
 
 And frown me to my grave. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 LOVE, fare thee well, 
 Since no love can dwell 
 In thee, that in hatred dost all excel. 
 
 2. All Love is blind, 
 Yet none more unkind, 
 
 Than those that repay Love with a proud mind. 
 
 3. Love 
 
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 3. Love that's Divine, 
 
 Is not Love like to mine, 
 
 Since she doth laugh, when I do repine. 
 
 Then gentle Love for Loves own sake, 
 Sigh loving Soul, and break heart, break. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. TV /T ANY declare what torments there are 
 IV A Yet none ever felt so much of despair 
 
 No love can tell how high my griefs swell, 
 
 O curs'd be the pride that reduced me to Hell. 
 
 2. My heart is on fire, whilst I do admire 
 That you with disdain requite my desire : 
 All must cease, that my flames may increase, 
 And curs'd be the pride that murther'd my peace. 
 
 A Song at the Kifigs House. 
 
 BRIGHT Celia, know 'twas not thine eyes 
 Alone that first did me surprise ; 
 The Gods use seldom to dispense 
 To your Sex Beauty and Conscience : 
 
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 If then they have made me untrue, 
 The fault lies not in me, but you : 
 Sure 'tis no crime to break a Vow, 
 When we are first I know not how. 
 
 2. You press me an unusual way, 
 To make my Song my Love betray : 
 Yet fear you'l turn it to a jest, 
 And use me as y'ave done the rest 
 Of those sad Captives which complain, 
 Yet are enamour'd of their flame : 
 And though they die for love of you, 
 Dare neither love nor you pursue. 
 
 3. If love be sin, why live you then 
 To make so many guilty men ? 
 Since 'tis not in the power of Art 
 To make a Brest-plate for the heart : 
 Since 'tis your eyes Love's Shafts convey 
 Into our souls a secret way ; 
 Where if once fixt, no Herb nor charm 
 Can cure us of our inward harm. 
 
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 A Song. 
 
 i. A LL the flatteries of Fate, 
 l\. And the glories of State, 
 Are nothing so sweet as what Love doth create : 
 
 If Love you deny 
 
 'Tis time I should die ; 
 Kind Death's a reprieve when you threaten to hate. 
 
 2. In some shady Grove 
 
 Will I wander and rove, 
 With Philomel and the Disconsolate Dove : 
 
 With a down-hanging wing 
 
 Will I mournfully sing 
 The Tragick events of Unfortunate Love. 
 
 3. With our plaints we'l conspire 
 
 For to heighten Loves fire, 
 Still vanquishing life, till at last we expire : 
 
 But when we are dead, 
 
 In a cold leafy bed 
 Be interr'd with the Dirge of this desolate Quire. 
 
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 A Song at the Kings House. 
 
 1. T OVE that is skrewM a pitch too high, 
 
 I -j May speak, but with a squeeze will die : 
 The solid Lover knows not how 
 To play the Changeling with his Vow : 
 Small sorrows may find vent, and break. 
 Great ones will rather burst than speak. 
 Such is my fortune when my Flora frowns. 
 Not only me, but she the world will drown, 
 
 2. Thus am I drench'd in misery, 
 Yet hope she may be kind to me : 
 
 I, but 'tis long first, could she but restrain 
 Those kindnesses which I'd be glad to gain. 
 She'l surely do't : if so, it shall be known 
 I loVd her for her own sake, not my own. 
 Thus will I live and die, and so will be 
 Exemplary to all Posterity. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 A.T care I though the world reprove 
 My bold, my over-daring love : 
 Ignoble minds themselves exempt 
 From int'rest in a brave attempt. 
 
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 2. The Eagle soaring to behold 
 The Sun aray'd in flames of gold, 
 Regards not though she burns her wings, 
 Since that rich sight such pleasure brings. 
 
 3. So feel I now my smiling thought 
 To such a resolution brought, 
 
 That it contemns all grief and smart, 
 Since I so high have plac'd my heart. 
 
 4. And if I die, some worthy Spirits 
 To future times shall sing my merits, 
 That easily did my life despise, 
 
 Yet ne'r forsook my enterprise. 
 
 5. Then shine bright Sun, and let me see, 
 The glory of thy Majesty : 
 
 I wish to die, so I may have 
 
 Thy look, my death ; thine eye, my grave. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. T^\ URN and consume, burn wretched heart, 
 
 1 J Unhappy in extremes thou art : 
 
 If dying looks serve not thy turn, 
 
 To say thy Beauty makes me burn, 
 
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 2. From thoughts innam'd pale colours fume 
 Into my face, and it consume : 
 
 O my poor heart, what charms thee so, 
 That thy afflicted face lets know, 
 
 3. Yet will not tell who murthers thee, 
 But yet will still a Lover be : 
 
 Who hides my Phenix eyes, that she 
 Whom I adore thus cannot see, 
 
 4. How I for her am made a prey 
 To sorrow : and do pine away : 
 O foolish custom and vile use, 
 My silence now deserves no truce. 
 
 A Song at the Dukes House. 
 
 OFAIN would I before I die 
 Bequeath to thee a Legacy ; 
 ^That thou maist say, when I am gone, 
 None had my heart but thee alone : 
 Had I as many hearts as hairs, 
 As many lives as Lovers fears, 
 As many lives as years have hours, 
 They all and only should be yours. 
 Dearest, before you condesend 
 
 To entertain a bosom Friend. 
 
 Be 
 
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 Be sure you know your servant well, 
 
 Before your liberty you sell : 
 
 For love's a fire in young and old, 
 
 Tis sometimes hot, and sometimes cold ; 
 
 And men you know that when they please, 
 
 They can be sick of Loves disease. 
 
 Then wisely chuse a Friend that may 
 
 Last for an age, and not a day ; 
 
 Who loves thee not for lip or eye, 
 
 But for thy mutual sympathy. 
 
 Let such a Friend thy heart engage, 
 
 For he will comfort thee in age, 
 
 And kiss thy furrow'd wrinkled brow 
 
 With as much joy as I do now. 
 
 A Song called, And to each pretty Lass we will give 
 a green Gown. 
 
 i. r | ^HUS all our life long we are frolick and gay, 
 A And instead of Court revels, we merrily play 
 At Trap, at Rules, and at Barly-break run : 
 At GofT, and at Foot-ball, and when we have done 
 These innocent sports, we'l laugh and lie down, 
 And to each pretty Lass 
 We will give a green Gown. 
 
 2. We 
 
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 2. We teach our little Dogs to fetch and to carry : 
 The Partridge, the Hare, the Pheasant's our Quarry : 
 The nimble Sqirrils with cudgels we'l chase, 
 
 x\nd the little pretty Lark we betray with a Glass. 
 And when we have done, &c. 
 
 3. About the May-pole we dance all in a round, 
 And with Garlands of Pinks and Roses are crown'd 
 Our little kind tribute we chearfully pay 
 
 To the gay Lord and the bright Lady o' th ; May. 
 And when we have done, 6rc. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. /^\N the bank of a Brook as I sate fishing, 
 V^/ Hid in the Oziers that grew on the side : 
 
 I over-heard a Nymph and Shepherd wishing, 
 No time nor fortune their Love might divide. 
 To Cupid and Venus each offer 1 da Vow, 
 To love ever as they loifd now. 
 
 2. O, said the Shepherd, and sigh'd, What a pleasure 
 Is Love conceal'd betwixt Lovers alone ? 
 
 Love must be secret, for like fairy treasure, 
 
 When 'tis discovered, 'twill quickly be gone. 
 
 For Envy and Jealousie, if it will stay, 
 
 Would, alas soon make it decay. 
 
 3. Then 
 
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 3. Then let us leave this world and care behind us, 
 Said the Nymph, smiling, and gave him her hand : 
 All alone, all alone, where none shall find us, 
 In some fair Desart wel seek a new Land. 
 
 And there live from Envy and jalousie free, 
 And a World to each other we'll be. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. f^ellamina, of my heart 
 
 V y None shall e're bereave you : 
 
 If by your good leave I may 
 Quarrel with you once a day 
 I will never leave you. 
 
 2. Passion's but an empty name, 
 Where respect is wanting ; 
 
 Damon, you mistake your aim, 
 Hang your heart, and dam your flame, 
 If you must be ranting, 
 
 3. Love as pale and muddy is, 
 As decaying Liquor : 
 
 Anger sets it on the Lees, 
 And refines it by degrees, 
 
 Till it works it quicker, 
 
 3. Love 
 
 
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 4. Love by anger to beget, 
 Wisely you endeavour, 
 
 With a grave Physician wit, 
 Who to cure an ague fit, 
 
 Puts me in a Feavour. 
 
 5. Anger rowseth Love to fight, 
 And its only bait is, 
 
 Tis the guide to dull delight, 
 And is but an eager bite 
 
 When desire at height is. 
 
 6. If such drops of heat do fall, 
 In our wooing weather, 
 
 If such drops of heat do fall, 
 We shall have the Devil and all, 
 When we come together. 
 
 A Song at the Kings House. 
 
 BENEATH a Mirtle shade, 
 Which none but Love for happy Lovers made, 
 I slept, and streight my Love before me brought 
 Phillis, the object of my waking thought. 
 Undrest she came, my flames to meet, 
 Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : 
 Flotvers, that so prest by her, became more sweet. 
 
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 2. From the bright Virgin's head, 
 
 A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread : 
 From her white Temple fell her shady hair, 
 Like cloudy Sun-shine, not too brown nor fair, 
 Her hands, her lips did love inspire, 
 Her every Grace my heart did fire, 
 
 But most her eyes, that languish with desire. 
 
 3. Ah charming Fair, said I, 
 How long can you my bliss deny ? 
 
 By nature and by Love this lovely shade 
 Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made 
 Silence and shades with Love agree. 
 Both shelter you and favour me : 
 
 You cannot blush, because I cannot see. 
 
 4. No, let me die, she said, 
 
 Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid. 
 Faintly methought she spoke ; for all the while 
 She bid me not believe her, with a smile. 
 Then die, said I : She still denied, 
 And yet, Thus, thus she cr/d, 
 
 You use a harmless Maid, and so she died. 
 
 5. I wak'd, and straight I knew 
 
 I lov'd so well, it made my dream prove true. 
 
 Fancy the kinder Mistris of the two, 
 
 I fancy I had done what Phillis would not do, 
 
 Ah 
 
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 Ah cruel Nymph, cease your disdain, 
 Whilst I can dream you scorn in vain, 
 
 Asleep or waki?ig, I must ease my pai?i. 
 
 The disconsolate Lover. 
 
 1. A S I lay all alone on my bed slumbring, 
 J~\ Thinking my restless soul to repose, 
 
 All my thoughts they began then to be numbring 
 
 Up her disdainings, the cause of my woes ; 
 That so encreast my dolour and pain, 
 I fear I never shall see her again : 
 
 Which makes me sigh, and sobbing cry, 
 O my Love, O my Love, for thee I die. 
 
 2. When this fair cruel She I first saw praying 
 Within the Temple unto her Saint, 
 
 Then mine eyes every look my heart betraying, 
 Which is the cause of my doleful complaint, 
 
 That all my joys are quite fled and gone : 
 
 And I in sorrow am now left alone : 
 
 Which makes me sigh, and sobbing ay, 
 O my Love, O my Love, for thee L die. 
 
 3. Then farewel ev'ry thing that sounds like pleasure, 
 And welcome Death the cure of my smart. 
 
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 I deem'd first sight of her, I grasp'd a treasure ; 
 
 But wo is me, it has broken my heart : 
 For now my Passing-bell calls away, 
 And I with her no longer must stay : 
 
 Which makes me sigh, and sobbing cry, 
 O my Love, O my Love, for thee L die. 
 
 ■ W": 
 
 The subtil and coy Girl. 
 
 The Tune, Silvia tell me how long it will be. 
 
 should my Celia now be coy, 
 denying to yield me those Graces 
 Which we did formerly both enjoy 
 
 In our amorous mutual embraces ? 
 She'l not give me a reason, 
 
 But shews me a frown 
 Is enough to destroy a poor Lover. 
 Ah Celia, once I did think thee mine own, 
 But now I my folly discover. 
 
 2. Is it because I have been so kind 
 
 At all times to feed thy desire 
 In Presents and Treats, thou hast chang'd thy mind, 
 
 And left me like Dun in the Mire ? 
 Or else is't because thou dost 
 Think my Estate 
 Is too mean to uphold thee in Brav'ry ? 
 
 Know 
 
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 Know Celta, 'tis not so much out of date, 
 To force me endure so much slav'ry. 
 
 3. Or is't because thou wilt follow the mode, 
 
 Since most are addicted to changing, 
 Thou'dst only get thee a name abroad, 
 
 I being more famous for ranging. 
 Nay Celia, more this truth thou woo't find, 
 
 I therefore advise thee be wary, 
 When ever thou getst thee a Mate to thy mind, 
 
 He'l play thee the same fagary. 
 
 The Drawing of Valentines. 
 
 The tune, Madams Jig. 
 
 1. r I ^HERE was, and there was, 
 
 X And I marry was there, 
 
 A Crew on S. Valentines Eve did meet together, 
 And every Lad had his particular Lass there, 
 And drawing of Valentines caused their 
 
 Coming thither. 
 Then Mr. John drew Mrs Jone first, Sir. 
 And Mrs. Jone would fain a drawn John an' she 
 
 Durst, Sir. 
 So Mr. William drew Mrs. Gillian the next, Sir ; 
 And Mrs. Gillian not drawing of William, 
 
 Was vex't, Sir. 
 
 2. They 
 
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 2. They then did jumble all in the hat together, 
 And each did promise them to draw 'em fair Sir 
 But Mrs. Hester vow'd that she had rather 
 Draw Mr. Kester then any that was there Sir : 
 So Mr. Kester drew with Mrs. Hester then Sir : 
 And Mrs. Hester drew Mr. Kester agen Sir : 
 And Mr. Harry drew Mrs. Mary featly, 
 And Mrs. Mary did draw Mr. Harry as neatly. 
 
 3. They all together then resolved to draw Sir, 
 And every one desir'd to draw their Friend Sir ; 
 But Mr. Richard did keep 'em so in aw Sir, 
 And told 'em then they ne're should make an 
 
 end Sir, 
 So Mr. Richard drew Mrs. Bridget squarely, 
 And Mrs. Bridget drew Mr. Richard as fairly : 
 But Mr. Hugh drew Mrs. Su but slily, 
 And Mrs. Su did draw Mr. Hugh as wily. 
 
 4. Thus have you heard o' th' twelve that lately drew 
 
 Sir, [Sir : 
 
 How every one would fain their Friend have drawn 
 And now there's left to draw but four o' th crew Sir, 
 And each did promise his Lass an ell of Lawn Sir. 
 So Mr. Watty drew Mrs. Katy but slightly, 
 And Mrs. Katy did draw Mr. Watty as lightly : 
 But Mr. Thomas in drawing of Annis too fast Sir. 
 Made Mrs. Annis to draw Mr. Thomas at last Sir. 
 
 4. And 
 
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 3. And there is an end, and an end, and an end of my 
 
 Song, Sir, 
 Of Jonne and Jony, and William and Gillian too Sir, 
 To Kester and Hester, and Harry and J/tfry belong Sir, 
 Both Richard and Bridget, and Hugh, and honest *SW, 
 
 Sir, 
 But J%#y and ^2/7, and Thomas and Annis here, Sir, 
 Are the only four that now do bring up the Rear 
 
 Sir: 
 Then ev^ry one i' th' Tavern cry amain Sir, 
 And staid till drawing there had filled their brain, 
 
 Sir. 
 
 A late and true story of a furious Scold, served 
 in her kind. 
 
 The tune, Step stately. 
 
 1. Tl J AS ever man so vex'd with a Trull, 
 
 V V As I poor Anthony since I was wed, 
 For I never can get my belly full, 
 
 But before I have supp'd I must hasten to bed : 
 Or else she'l begin to scold and to brawl, 
 
 And to call me Puppy and Cuckold and all 
 Yet she with her Cronies must trole it about, 
 Whiles t I in my Kennel must snore it out. 
 
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 2. I once did go to drink with a Friend, 
 But she in a trice did fetch me away : 
 
 We both but two pence a piece did spend, 
 
 Yet it prov'd to me Execution day ; 
 For she flew in my face, and call'd me fool, 
 
 And comb'd my head with a three-legg'd stool : 
 Nay, she furnisht my face with so many scratches, 
 
 That for a whole month 'twas cover'd with patches. 
 
 3. Whatever money I get in the day, 
 
 To keep her in quiet I give her at night, 
 Or else shall license her tongue to play 
 
 For two or three hours just like a spright. 
 Then to the Cupboard Pilgarlick must hie, 
 
 To seek for some Crusts that have long lain dry : 
 So I steep 'um in skim-milk until they are wet, 
 
 And commonly this is the Supper I get. 
 
 4. And once a month, for fashion sake, 
 She gives me leave to come to her bed ; 
 
 But most that time I must lie awake, 
 
 Lest she in her fits should knock me o' th' head. 
 
 But for the Bed I do lie on my self, 
 
 You'd think 'twere as soft as an Oaken shelf; 
 
 For the Tick is made of Hempen-hurds : 
 
 And yet for all this I must give her good words. 
 
 5. We 
 
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 5. We commonly both do piss in a Pan, 
 
 But the Cullender once was set in the place : 
 She then did take it up in her hand, 
 
 And rlounc't it out on my stomach and face. 
 I told her then she urin'd beside, 
 
 But she ca^d me Rogue, and told me I lied, 
 And swore it was not up to her thumb, 
 
 Then threw she the pan in the middle of the room. 
 
 6. Then a Maid that was my Sweet heart before 
 Did come to the house to borrow a Pail : 
 
 I kist her but once, and I thought on't no more, 
 But she flew in her face with tooth and nail : 
 
 But the Wench she stood to her, and claw'd her about, 
 That for a whole fortnight she never stirr'd out ; 
 
 For her eyes were so swell' d, and her face was so tore 
 That I never saw Jade so mangled before. 
 
 7. She then did bid me drop in her eyes 
 A Sovereign Water sent her that day, 
 
 But I had a Liquor I more did prize, 
 
 Made of Henbane and Mercury steep'd in Whey : 
 I dropt it in and nointed her face, 
 
 Which brought her into a most Devilish case : 
 For she tore and she ranted, and well she might ; 
 
 For after that time she ne're had sight. 
 
 8. I 
 
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 8. I then did get her a Dog and a Bell, 
 
 To lead her about from place to place : 
 And now 'tis, Husband, I hope you are well ; 
 
 But before it was Cuckold and Rogue to my face ; 
 Then blest be that Henbane and Meratry strong,. 
 
 That made such, a change in my wives tongue.- 
 You see 'tis a Medicine certain and sure, 
 
 For the cure of a Scold, but I'le say no more.. 
 
 A Song on the Declensions*. 
 The tune Is, Shackle de hay.. 
 
 MY Mistris she is fully known 
 To all the five declensions,. 
 She'l seize 'em singly one by one, 
 To take their true Dimensions.. 
 She ne'er declin'd yet any man, 
 
 Yet they'l decline her now and then ? 
 In spight of her Inventions. 
 
 2. First Musa is her Mothers name, 
 
 And hcec does still attend her i 
 She is a hujus burley Dame, 
 
 Though huic be but slender t 
 Yet she'l have a home on every man, 
 And hac him to do what he can,. 
 Unless they do befriend her. 
 
 3. Magi- 
 
[ J r estm instcr-Drolkry. x i 
 
 3. Magister was her Father too, 
 And hie is still his man Sir, 
 
 Nay films is her Son also. 
 
 And Dominus her Grandsire : 
 Nay Lueus, Agnus, and that Lamb-like crew, 
 She'l call 'em tone's, I and hoe's 'em too. 
 Do all that e*er they can Sir. 
 
 4. Next she's to lapis very kind, 
 As honest hie has sed Sir ; 
 
 For she's to precious stones inclin'd 
 Full long before she was wed Sir. 
 Which made her Parents often say. 
 That hie and heee both night and day, 
 
 Was fore'd to watch her bed Sir. 
 
 5. She beat poor manus with a Cane, 
 Though he did often hand her 
 
 From Whetstones-Park to Parkers-Lane, 
 
 And was her constant Pandor. 
 Yet give him mam busses when 
 That she could get no other men, 
 
 That he could not withstand her. 
 
 6. 'Bout noon she'd with Meridies dine, 
 And sup, and bed him too Sir : 
 
 She'd make poor fades to her incline, 
 In spight of all he could do Sir. 
 
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 She day by day would dies pledge, 
 Which set poor acies teeth an edge, 
 And often made him spew Sir. 
 
 7. Thus have I shew'd her Kindred here, 
 And all her dear Relations, 
 
 As Musa, Lapis, Magister, 
 And all their antick fashions. 
 
 Mei'idies, Manns, and Felix too 
 
 Are happy that they never knew 
 Any of all her stations. 
 
 A Song of the three degrees of comparison. 
 The tune, And His the Knave of Clubs bears all the sway, 
 
 MY Mistris she loves Dignities, 
 For she has taken three degrees : 
 There's no comparison can be made 
 With her in all her subtile Trade. 
 She's positively known a Whore, 
 And superlatively runs on score. 
 
 2. And first I Positive her call, 
 'Cause she'l be absolute in all : 
 For She's to durus very hard, 
 And with sad tristis often jarr'd: 
 
 Which 
 
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 Which happily made Felix say, 
 Sweet dulcis carried all away. 
 
 3. Next she's called Comparative, 
 For she'l compare to any alive, 
 For scolding, whoring, and the rest : 
 Of the Illiberal Sciences in her breast 
 She'l drink more hard than durior, 
 Though he would harder drink before, 
 
 4. Then she's called Superlative ; 
 'Cause she'l her Pedigree derive, 
 Not from Potens or Potentior, 
 The Mighty, or the Mightier : . 
 But from Potentissimus, 
 Not bonus, melior, but Optimus. 
 
 5. Thus have I shew'd my Mistress t'ye, 
 And gradually in each degree : 
 How shew is Positive to some, 
 Comparative when others come, 
 Superlative even over all, 
 Yet underneath her self will fall. 
 
 The 
 
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 The kind Husband, but imperious Wife. 
 The first part of the Tune his, and the latter part her's. 
 
 M 
 
 i. T T yTIFE, prethee come give me thy hand now, 
 
 V V And sit thee down by me : 
 There's never a man in the Land now 
 Shall be more loving to thee. 
 
 W. 
 
 2. I hate to sit by such a Drone, 
 Thou liest like a Hog in my Bed : 
 
 I had better a lain alone, 
 
 For I still have my Maiden-head. 
 
 M. 
 
 3. Wife, what wouldst thou have me to do now, 
 I think I have plaid the man, 
 
 But if I were ruled by you now, 
 You'd have me do more than I can. ' 
 
 W. 
 
 4. I make you do more than you can? 
 You lie like a Fool God wot : 
 
 When I thought to have found thee a man, 
 I found thee a fumbling Sot. 
 
 M. 
 
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 M. 
 
 5. Wife, prethee now leave off thy ranting, 
 And let us both agree ; 
 
 There's nothing else shall be wanting. 
 If thou wilt be ruled by me. 
 W. 
 
 6. I will have a Coach and a man : 
 And a Saddle-Horse to ride ; 
 
 I also will have a Sedan, 
 
 And a Footman to run by my side. 
 M. 
 
 7. Thou shalt have all this, my dear wife, 
 And thou shalt bear the sway, 
 
 And I'l provide thee good chear, wife, 
 
 'Gainst thou com'st from the Park or a Play : 
 W. 
 
 8. I'll have every month a new Gown, 
 And a Peticoat dy'd in grain, 
 
 Of the modishest Silk in the Town, 
 And a Page to hold up my Train. 
 M. 
 
 9. Thou shalt have this too, my sweet wife, 
 If thou'dst contented be, 
 
 Or any thing else that is meet wife } 
 So that we may but agree. 
 W. 
 
 10. I will have a Gallant or two, 
 And they shall be handsom men : 
 
 And 
 
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 And I'll make you to know your Cue, 
 When they come in and go out agen. 
 
 M. 
 
 1 1. Methinks a couple's to few, wife, 
 Thou shalt have three or four, 
 
 And yet I know thou'dst be true, wife, 
 Although thou hadst half a score. 
 
 W. 
 
 12. I will have as many as I please, 
 In spite of your teeth, you fool, 
 
 And when I've the Pocky Disease, 
 'Tis thou shall empty my stool. 
 
 M. 
 
 13. Why how now you brazen-fac'd Harlot, 
 I'l make you to change your note, 
 
 And if ever I find you snarl at 
 My actions, I'l bang your Coat. 
 
 14. Nay, I'l make you to wait, you Flaps, 
 At table till I have dined, 
 
 And I'll leave you nothing but scraps, 
 Until I do find you more kind. 
 
 W. 
 
 1 5. Sweet Husband, I now cry Peccavt, 
 You know we women are frail ; 
 
 And for the ill words that I gave ye, 
 Ask pardon, and hope to prevail. 
 
 For 
 
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 For now I will lie at your foot, 
 Desiring to kiss your hand : 
 
 Nay cast off my Gallants to boot, 
 And still be at your commnad. 
 
 A Song at the Dukes House. 
 
 1. TV Jf AKE ready, fair Lady, to night, 
 J_ \ J_ And stand at the door below : 
 
 For I will be there to receive you with care, 
 And to your true love you shall go. 
 
 2. And when the Stars twinkle so bright, 
 Then down to the door will I creep, 
 
 To my Love will I fly, ere the Jealous can spy. 
 And leave my old Daddy asleep. 
 
 A So?tg at the Kings House. 
 
 1. r I ^O little or no purpose have I spent all my days 
 X In ranging the Park, th' Exchange, & the Plays, 
 Yet ne'r in my Ramble till now did I prove 
 So happy, to meet with the man I could love. 
 
 But O how Pm pleas' d when I think of the man 
 That I find I must love, let ?ne do what I can ! 
 
 2. How 
 
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 2. How long I shall love him, I can no more tell, 
 Than had I a Feaver, when I should be well : 
 My Passion shall kill me before I will show it, 
 And yet I would give all the world he did know it. 
 
 But, O how I sigh, when I think, should he woo me, 
 That I cannot deny what I know will undo met 
 
 A Song, The Tune, Robin Rowser. 
 
 MY Name is honest Harry, 
 And I love little Mary : 
 In spight of Cis, or jealous Bess, 
 I'll have my own vagary. 
 
 2. My Love is blithe and bucksome, 
 And sweet and fine as can be : 
 
 Fresh and gay as the flowers in May, 
 And looks like Jackadandy. 
 
 3. And if she will not have me, 
 That am so true a Lover, 
 
 I'l drink my Wine, and ne'r repine, 
 And down the stairs I'l shove her. 
 
 4. But if that she will love, 
 I'l be as kind as may be ; 
 
 I'l 
 
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 I'l give her Rings and pretty things, 
 And deck her like a Lady. 
 
 5. Her Peticoat of Satin, 
 
 Her Gown of Crimson Taby, 
 Lac'd up before and spangled o're, 
 Just like a Bartleinew Baby. 
 
 6. Her Wastcoat is of Scarlet, 
 With Ribbons tied together, 
 
 Her Stockins of a bow-dy'd hue, 
 And her Shoes of Spanish Leather. 
 
 7. Her Smock o' th' finest Holland, 
 And lac'd in every quarter : 
 
 Side and wide, and long enough, 
 And hangs below her garter. 
 
 8. Then to the Church I'l have her, 
 Where we will wed together : 
 
 So come home when we have done, 
 In spight of wind and weather : 
 
 9. The Fidlers shall attend us, 
 
 And first play, John come kiss me ; 
 And when that we have dane'd a round, 
 They shall play, Hit or miss me. 
 
 e 10. Then 
 
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 10. Then hey for little Mary, 
 'Tis she I love alone Sir : 
 
 Let any man do what he can, 
 I will have her or none Sir. 
 
 These following are to be understood two ways. 
 
 I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail 
 I saw a blazing Comet, drop down hail 
 I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round 
 I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground 
 I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale 
 I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale 
 I saw a Venice Glass, sixteen foot deep 
 I saw a Well, full of mens tears that weep,. 
 I saw their Eyes, all in a flame of fire 
 I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher 
 I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night 
 I saw the Man that saw this wondrous sight. 
 
 On the Sea-fight with the Hollanders in the 
 Rumps time. 
 
 MY wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch, 
 The English Fleet I all good fortune grutch, 
 
 May 
 
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 May no storm toss Van Trump and his Sea-Forces, 
 The Harp and Cross shall have my daily curses, 
 Smile gentle Fates on the Dutch Admiral, 
 Upon our States the Plagues of Egypt fall ; 
 Attend all health the Cavaliering part, 
 This Commonwealth I value not a fart. 
 
 Thus I my wishes and my prayers divide 
 Between the Rebels and the Regicide : 
 Backwards and forwards thus I break my mind, 
 And hope the Fates at last will be so kind, 
 That the old Proverb may but wheel about, 
 True men might have their own, now Knaves fall out. 
 
 The Answer to Ask me no more whither doth stray. 
 
 1. T 'LL tell you true whither doth stray 
 
 JL The darkness which succeeds the day ; 
 For Heavens vengeance did allow 
 It still should frown upon your Brow. 
 
 2. I'l tell you true where may be found 
 
 A voice that's like the Screech-Owls sound : 
 For in your false deriding throat 
 
 It lies, and death is in its note. 
 
 3. I'll 
 
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 3. I'l tell you true whither doth pass 
 The smiling look seen in the glass 
 For in your face't reflects and there 
 False as your shadow doth appear. 
 
 4. I'l tell you true whither are blown 
 The angry wheels of Thistle-down : 
 It flies into your mind, whose care 
 Is to be light as Thistles are. 
 
 5. I'l tell you true within what Nest 
 The Cuckow lays her eggs to rest ; 
 It is your Bosom, which can keep 
 Nor him nor them : Farewel, I'l sleep. 
 
 A Dialogue between William and Harry 
 Riding on the Way. 
 
 H. 
 
 1. AT OBLE, lovely, virtuous Creature, 
 1 \| Purposely so framed by nature, 
 
 To inthral your servants wits. 
 
 W. 
 
 2. Time must now unite our hearts, 
 Not for any my deserts, 
 
 But because methinks it fits. 
 
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 H. 
 
 3. Dearest treasure of my thought, 
 And yet wert thou to be bought, 
 
 With my life, thou wert not dear. 
 
 W. 
 
 4. Secret comfort of my mind, 
 Doubt no longer to be kind. 
 
 But be so, and so appear. 
 
 H. 
 
 5. Give me love for love again, 
 Let our loves be clear and plain, 
 
 Heaven is fairest, when it is clearest 
 
 W 
 
 6. Lest in clouds and in deferring, 
 We resemble Seamen erring, 
 
 Farthest off when we are nearest 
 
 H. 
 
 7. Thus with numbers interchanged, 
 William 's Muse and mine have ranged, 
 
 Verse and Journy both are spent 
 
 W 
 
 8. And if Harry chance to say, 
 That we well have spent the day, 
 
 I for my part am content. 
 
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 A Gentleman on his beautiful Mistress. 
 
 i. "\ 7"0U meaner Beauties of the night, 
 
 X That poorly satisfie our eyes . 
 More by your number than your light, 
 You common people of the skies, 
 
 What are you when the Sun shall rise? 
 
 2. You curious Chanters of the Wood, 
 That warble forth Dame Natures Lays, 
 
 Thinking your voices understood 
 
 By their weak accents, What's your praise 
 When Philomel her voice shall raise ? 
 
 3. You Violets that first appear, 
 By your purple Mantles known, 
 
 Like the proud Virgins of the year, 
 As if the Spring were all your own, 
 What are you when the Rose is blown ? 
 
 4. So when my Mistris shall be seen 
 In form and beauty of her mind, 
 
 She cannot less be than a Queen ; 
 And I believe she was design'd 
 T' eclipse the Glory of her kind. 
 
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 A Description of the Spring. 
 
 AND now all Nature seem'd in love, 
 The lusty Sun began to move : 
 Now Juyce did stir th' embracing Vines, 
 And Birds had drawn their Valentines ; 
 The jealous Trout that low did lie, 
 Rose at a well-dissembled Flie ; 
 Then stood my Friend with Patient skill, 
 Attending of his trembling Quill. 
 Already were the Eaves possest 
 With the swift Pilgrims dawbed Nest ; 
 The Groves already did rejoyce, 
 In Philomel's triumphing voice ; 
 The Showrs were short, the Weather mild, 
 The Morning fresh, the Evening smil'd : 
 yo-ne takes her neat rub'd Pail, and now 
 She trips to meet the Sand-red Cow, 
 Where for some sturdy Foot-ball Swain 
 Jone stroaks a Syllabub or twain : 
 The Fields and Gardens were beset 
 With Tulip, Crocus, Violet • 
 And now, though late, the modest Rose 
 Did more than half a blush disclose : 
 Thus all lookt gay, all full of chear, 
 To welcom this new hVried Year. 
 
 On 
 
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 On a Shepherd losing his Mistris. 
 
 Tune, Amongst the Myrtles as I Walk'd. 
 
 i. C^TAY Shepherd, prethee Shepherd stay : 
 
 vZ} Didst thou not see her run this way ? 
 Where may she be, canst thou not guess ? 
 Alas ! I've lost my Shepherdess. 
 
 2. I fear some Satyr has betray' d 
 My pretty Lamb unto the shade : 
 Then wo is me, for I'm undone, 
 For in the shade she was my Sun. 
 
 3. In Summer heat were she not seen, 
 No solitary Vale was green : 
 
 The blooming Hills, the downy Meads, 
 Bear not a Flower but where she treads. 
 
 4. Hush'd were the senseless Trees when she 
 Sate but to keep them company : 
 
 The silver streams were swell'd with pride, 
 When she sate singing by their side. 
 
 5. The Pink, the Cowslip, and the Rose, 
 Strive to salute her where she goes ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And then contend to kiss her Shoo, 
 The Pancy and the Daizy too, 
 
 6. But now I wander on the Plains, 
 Forsake my home, and Fellow-Swains, 
 And must for want of her, I see, 
 Resolve to die in misery. 
 
 7. For when I think to find my Love 
 Within the bosom of a Grove, 
 Methinks the Grove bids me forbear, 
 And sighing says, She is not here. 
 
 8. Next do I fly unto the Woods, 
 Where Flora pranks her self with Buds, 
 Thinking to find her there : But lo ! 
 The Myrtles and the Shrubs say, No. 
 
 9. Then what shall I unhappy do, 
 Or whom shall I complain unto ? 
 No, no, here I'm resolv'd to die, 
 Welcome sweet Death and Destiny. 
 
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 The Soldiers Resolution. 
 
 ERE stands the man that for his Countreys good 
 Has with couragious Arms in sweat and blood 
 
 Ran 
 
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 Ran through an Host of Pikes : He, he I was 
 
 Out-dar'd the Thunder of the roaring Brass, 
 
 Kickt my black Stars, spum'd Balls of fire with scorn 
 
 Like to a Foot-ball in a frosty morn ; 
 
 Made Death to tremble, and have bid my Drum 
 
 Beat a Defiance to the Cowardly scum. 
 
 And shall I now like a Pedantick stand, 
 
 Scraping and crouching with my Cap in hand 
 
 To base-born Peasants ? No, he's but a Worm 
 
 That strikes his Top-sail to a little Storm. 
 
 Here then I'l fix, that nothing shall controul 
 
 The Resolutions of a Gallant Soul. 
 
 On the Golden Cross in Cheapside. 
 
 TWO Fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap, 
 Says one, Methinks it is the rarest heap 
 Of Stone that e're was built ; it ought, I see, 
 One of the Wonders of the World to be, 
 
 No, says the other, and began to swear, 
 The Crosses of the World no Wonders are. 
 
 On 
 
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 On a Pretender to Gentility, suspected to be a 
 Highway-man. 
 
 A GREAT Pretender to Gentility, 
 Came to a Herald for his Pedigree : 
 Beginning there to swagger, roar, and swear, 
 ReqmYd to know what Arms he was to bear : 
 The Herald knowing what he was, begun 
 To rumble o'r his Heraldry ; which done, 
 Told him he was a Gentleman of note, 
 And that he had a very glorious Coat. 
 Prethee, what is't ? quoth he, and here's your fees. 
 Sir, says the Herald, 'tis two Rampant Trees, 
 One Couchant ; add to give it further scope, 
 A Ladder Passant, and a Pendant Rope : 
 And for a grace unto your Blue-coat Sleeves, 
 There is a Bird i' th' Crest that strangles Thieves. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. A BLITH and bonny Country Lass 
 Jr\. Sate sighing on the tender Grass, 
 And weeping said, will none come woo her ? 
 A dapper Boy, a lither Swain, 
 That had a mind her love to gain, 
 
 With smiling looks straight came unto her. 
 
 2. When 
 
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 2. When as the wanton Girl espied 
 The means to make her self a Bride, 
 
 She simper'd much like bonny Nell. 
 The Swain that saw her very kind, 
 His Arms about her body twin'd, 
 
 And said, Fair Lass, how fare ye, well ? 
 
 3. The Country Lass said, Well forsooth, 
 But that I have a longing tooth, 
 
 A longing tooth, that makes me cry. 
 Alas, says he, what gars thy grief ? 
 A wound, says she, without relief, 
 
 I fear that I a Maid shall die. 
 
 4. If that be all, the Shepherd said, 
 I'l make thee Wive it, gentle Maid, 
 
 And so recure thy Malady : 
 On which they kist, with many an Oath, 
 And 'fore God Pan did plight their Troth ; 
 
 So to the Church away they hie. 
 
 5. And Jove send every pretty Peat, 
 That fears to die of this conceit, 
 
 So kind a Friend to help at last : 
 Then Maids shall never long again, 
 When they find ease for such a pain : 
 . And thus my Roundelay is past. 
 
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 A Song on Love. 
 
 i. T F Love be Life, I long to die ; 
 
 X Live they that list for me, 
 And he that gains the most thereby, 
 
 A fool at least shall be. 
 But he that feels the sorest fits, 
 Scapes with no less than loss of wits. 
 
 Unhappy life they gain, which Love do entertain. 
 
 2. In day by feigned Looks they live, 
 
 By lying Dreams in night : 
 Each frown a deadly wound doth give, 
 
 Each smile a false delight. 
 If t hap their Lady pleasant seem, 
 It is for others love they deem : 
 
 If void she seem of joy, disdain doth make her coy. 
 
 4. Such is the peace that Lovers find, 
 
 Such is the Life they lead, 
 Blown here and there with every wind, 
 
 Like Flowers in the Mead. 
 Now war, now peace, then war again, 
 Desire, despair, delight, disdain, 
 
 Tlwugh dead, in midst of life; in peace, and yet at strife. 
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 A Song. 
 
 I SERVE Amynta whiter than the snow, 
 Streighter than Cedar, brighter than the Glass, 
 More fine in trip than foot of running Roe, 
 
 More pleasant than the Field of flow'ring Grass ; 
 More gladsom to my with'ring joys that fade, 
 Than Winters Sun, or Summers cooling Shade. 
 
 2. Sweeter than swelling Grape of ripest Vine, 
 Softer than feathers of the fairest swan, 
 
 Smoother than Jet, more stately than the Pine, 
 Fresher than Poplar, smaller than my span, 
 
 Clearer than Phoebus fiery pointed Beam, 
 
 Or Icy Crust of Crystals frozen streams. 
 
 3. Yet is she curster than the Bear by kind, 
 And harder-hearted than the aged Oak : 
 
 More glib than Oyl, more fickle than the Wind, 
 More stiffthan steel, no sooner bent but broke. 
 
 Lo thus my service is a lasting sore ; 
 
 Yet will I serve, although I die therefore. 
 
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 The Description of Love, in a Dialogue between two 
 Shepherds, Will and Tom. 
 
 Tom. 
 
 1. O HEPHERD, what's Love, I prethee tell ? 
 
 ^ Will. 
 
 It is that fountain and that Well 
 Where Pleasure and Repentance dwell : 
 It is perhaps that sauncing Bell 
 That toles All-in to Heaven or Hell, 
 And this is Love, as I heard tell. 
 
 T. 
 
 2. Yet what is Love, I prethee say ? 
 
 W. 
 It is a work on Holy-day : 
 It is December match'd with May, 
 When lusty Bloods in fresh array, 
 Hear ten months after of their play ; 
 And this is Love, as I hear say. 
 
 T 
 
 3. Yet what is Love, I pray be plain ? 
 
 W. 
 It is a Sun-shine mixt with Rain ; 
 It is a Tooth-ach, or worse pain ; 
 It is a Game, where none doth gain ; 
 It is a thing turmoils the brain : 
 And this is Love, as I hear sayen. 
 
 4. Yet 
 
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 T. 
 
 4. Yet Shepherd, what is Love, I pray ? 
 
 W. 
 It is a yea, it is a nay, 
 A pretty kind of sporting fray ; 
 It is a thing will soon away, 
 For 'twill not long with any stay : 
 And this is Love, as I hear say. 
 
 T. 
 
 5. Yet what is Love, good Shepherd show ? 
 
 W. 
 A thing that creeps, it cannot go ; 
 A prize that passeth to and fro, 
 A thing for one, a thing for moe, 
 And he that loves shall find it so : 
 And Shepherd, this is Love, I trow. 
 
 A Song calPd Loves Lottery. 
 At the Dukes House, 
 
 RUN to Loves Lottery 7 , run Maids, and rejoice, 
 Whilst seeking your chance, you meet your 
 own Choice, 
 And boast that your luck you helpt with design, 
 By praying cross-legg'd to S. Valentine. 
 
 Hark 
 
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 Hark, hark, a Prize is drawn, and Trumpets sound 
 
 Tanta, ra, ra, Tanta, ra, ra, Tanta, ra, ra. 
 
 Hark Maids, more Lots are drawn, Prizes abound ; 
 
 Dub a dub, the Drum now beats, 
 
 And dub, a dub, a dub, Echo repeats, 
 
 As if the God of War had made 
 
 Loves Queen a Skirmish for a Serenade. 
 
 Haste, haste, fair Maids, and come away, 
 
 The Priest attends, the Bridegrooms stay : 
 
 Roses and Pinks will we strow where you go, 
 
 Whilst I walk in Shades of Willow. 
 
 When I am dead, let him that did slay me 
 
 Be but so kind, so gentle to lay me 
 
 There where neglected Lovers mourn, 
 
 Where Lamps and hallowed Tapers burn, 
 
 Where Clerks in Quires sad Dirges sing, 
 
 Where sweetly Bells at Burials ring. 
 
 On a Gentleman. 
 Tune, My Freedom, which is all my Joy. 
 
 i. TTJOOR Cloris wept, and from her eyes 
 X The liquid tears came trickling down ; 
 
 Such wealthy drops may well suffice, 
 To be the ransom of a Crown : 
 
 And 
 
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 And as she wept, she sigh'd, and said, 
 Alas for me u?ihappy Maid, 
 That by my folly, my folly am betray* d. 
 
 2. When first these eyes, unhappy eyes, 
 Met with the Author of my wo, 
 
 Methoughts our Souls did sympathize, 
 
 And it was death to say him no. 
 He su'd, I granted ; O then befel 
 
 My shame which I'me afraid to tell ! 
 
 Ay me that I had never lotfd so well. 
 
 3. O had I been so wise as not 
 
 T' have yielded up my Virgin-Fort, 
 My life had been without a blot, 
 
 And dar'd the envy of Report ; 
 But now my guilt hath made me be 
 
 A scorn for time to point at me, 
 
 As at the But and Mark of Misery. 
 
 4. Here now in sorrow do I sit, 
 
 And pensive thoughts possess my breast ! 
 My silly heart with cares is split, 
 
 And grief denies me wonted rest : 
 Come then black night and screen me round, 
 
 That I may never more be found, 
 
 Unless in tears, in tears of sorrow drowrid. 
 
 On 
 
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 On Men escaftd drowning in a Tempest. 
 
 1. "F) OCKS, Shelves, and Sands, and all farevvel : 
 Xx. Fie, who would dwell in such a Hell 
 
 As is a Ship ; which drunk doth reel, 
 Taking salt Healths from Deck to Keel. 
 
 2. Up we are swallowed in wet graves, 
 All sous'd in Waves, by Neptune's Slaves : 
 What shall we do, being tost to Shore, 
 Milk some blind Tavern, and there roar ? 
 
 3. ; Tis brave, my Boys, to sail on Land ; 
 For being well mann'd, we can cry, Stand : 
 The Trade of pursing ne're shall fail, 
 Until the Hangman crys, Strike Sail. 
 
 On a great Heat in Egypt. 
 
 I FORMERLY in Countreys oft have been 
 Under the ^Equinoctial, where I've seen 
 The Sun disperse such a prodigious Heat, 
 That made our Sieve-like Skins to rain with Sweat : 
 Men would have given for an Eclipse their lives, 
 Or one whisper of Air : yet each man strives 
 
 To 
 
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 To throw up grass, feathers, nay, women too, 
 
 To find the Wind : all falls like Lead, none blew. 
 
 The Dog-star spits new fires, till't come to pass, 
 
 Each man became his neighbours Burning glass : 
 
 Lean men did turn to ashes presently, 
 
 Fat men did roast to lean anatomy : 
 
 Young womens heat did get themselves with child 
 
 For none but they themselves, themselves defil'd. 
 
 Old women naturally to Witches turn'd, 
 
 And only rubbing one another, burn'd : 
 
 The Beasts were bak'd, skin turn'd to crust they say, 
 
 And fishes in the River boil'd away : 
 
 Birds in the air were roasted, and not burn'd ; 
 
 For as they fell down, all the way they turn'd. 
 
 On a mighty Rain. 
 
 HEAVEN did not weep, but in its swelling eye 
 Whole seas of Rheum and moist Catarhs did lie, 
 Which so bespawl'd the lower world, men see 
 Corn blasted, and the fruit of every Tree : 
 Air was condens'd to water, 'gainst their wish, 
 And all their Fowl were turn'd to flying Fish : 
 Like Watermen they throng'd to ply a Fare, 
 And thought it had been navigable air : 
 Beasts lost their natural motion of each limb ; 
 Forgot to go, with practising to swim. 
 
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 A Trout now here, you would not think how soon 
 Ta'ne ready drest for th' Empress of the Moon : 
 The fixed Stars, though to our eyes were missing, 
 We knew yet were, by their continual hissing. 
 Women seem'd Maremaids, sailing with the wind, 
 The greatest miracle was Fish behind : 
 But men are all kept short against their wish, 
 And could commit but the cold sin of Fish. 
 
 The blunt Lover. 
 
 MADAM, I cannot court your sprightly eyes 
 With a Base-Viol plac'd betwixt my thighs : 
 I cannot lisp, nor to the Guittar sing, 
 And tire my brains with simple Sonnetting, 
 I am not fashion'd for these amorous times, 
 And cannot court you in lascivious Rhimes : 
 Nor can I whine in puling Elegies, 
 And at your feet lie begging from your eyes 
 A gracious look : I cannot dance nor caper, 
 Nor dally, swear, protest, lie, rant, and vaper, 
 I cannot kiss your hand, play with your hair, 
 And tell you that you only are most fair : 
 I cannot cross my arms, nor cry, Ay me 
 Poor forlorn man ! All this is foppery. 
 Nor can I Masquerade, as th' fashion's now, 
 No, no, My heart to these can never bow : 
 
 But 
 
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 But what I can do, I shall tell you roundly, 
 Hark in your ear ; By Jove I'le kiss you soundly. 
 
 On a Watch lost in a Tavern. 
 
 A Watch lost in a Tavern ! That's a Crime ; 
 Then see how men by drinking lose their time. 
 The Watch kept Time ; and if Time will away, 
 I see no reason why the Watch should stay. 
 You say the Key hung out, and you forgot to lock it, 
 Time will not be kept pris'ner in a Pocket. 
 Henceforth if you will keep your Watch, this do, 
 Pocket your Watch, and watch your Pocket too. 
 
 A Song, with the Latine to it. 
 
 WHEN as the Nightingale chanted her Vesper, 
 And the wild Forresters couch'd on the 
 ground, 
 Venus invited me in the Evenings whisper 
 Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd, 
 Where she before had sent her wishes complement, 
 Which to her hearts content plaid with me on the 
 
 Green : 
 Never Mark Anthony dallied more wantonly 
 With the fair Egyptian Queen. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Latin. 
 
 CANTU Luscinia somnum irritat, 
 Salvi vagi sunt in Cubilibus : 
 Hoc me silentio Venus i?ivitat, 
 
 Ad viridarium fragrantius ; 
 Ubi promiserat, qui mentem flexerat 
 Gaudia te?nperat sic mihi solida. 
 O nvn dux Amasius lusit beatius 
 
 Cum Regina Nilotica. 
 
 De Vino 6° Venere. 
 
 DOTE neither on Women, nor on Wine, 
 For to thy hurt they both alike incline : 
 Venus thy strength, and Bacchus with his sweet 
 And pleasant Grape debilitates the feet. 
 Blind Love will blab what he in secret did, 
 In giddy Wine there's nothing can be hid. 
 Seditious wars oft Cupid hath begun, 
 Bacchus to arms makes men in fury run : 
 Venus (unjust) by horrid war lost Troy ; 
 Bacchus by war the Lapiths did destroy. 
 When thou with both or either are possest, 
 Shame, honesty, and fear oft flies thy brest : 
 
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 In fetters Venus keep, in gyves Bacchus tye, 
 Lest by their free gifts they thee damnifie. 
 Use Wine for thirst, Venus for lawful Seed ; 
 To pass these limits, may thy danger breed. 
 
 On Wine. 
 
 HE that with Wine, Wine thinks t'expel, 
 One ill would with another quell : 
 A Trumpet, with a Trumpet drown : 
 Or with the Cryer of the Town 
 Still a loud man : Noise deaf with noise, 
 Or to convert a Bawd, make choice 
 Of a Pander : Pride with pride shame thus. 
 Or put a Cook down by Calistratus ; 
 Discord by discord think to ease, 
 Or any man with scoffs appease : 
 So War by Battel to restrain, 
 And labour mitigate by pain : 
 Commands a sudden peace between 
 Two shrill Scolds in the height of spleen : 
 By Drink to quench Drink is all one, 
 As is by strife, strife to attone. 
 
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 A Song called Hide-Park. 
 
 The tune, 
 Honour invites you to delights, 
 Come to the Court, and be all made Knights. 
 
 1. /'"^OME all you noble, you that are neat ones, 
 \^ Hide-Park is now both fresh and green : 
 
 Come all you Gallants that are great ones, 
 
 And are desirous to be seen : 
 Would you a Wife or Mistriss rare, 
 
 Here are the best of England fair : 
 Here you may chuse, also refuse, 
 
 As you your judgments please to use. 
 
 2. Come all you Courtiers in your neat fashions, 
 Rich in your new unpaid-for silk : 
 
 Come you brave Wenches, and court your stations. 
 
 Here in the bushes the Maids do milk : 
 Come then and revel, the Spring invites 
 
 Beauty and youth for your delights, 
 All that are fair, all that are rare, 
 
 You shall have license to compare. 
 
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 3. Here the great Ladies all of the Land are, 
 Drawn with six Horses at the least : 
 
 Here are all that of the Strand are, 
 
 And to be seen now at the best. 
 Westminster-Hall, who is of the Court, 
 
 Unto his place doth now all resort : 
 Both high and low here you may know, 
 
 And .all do come themselves to shew. 
 
 4. The Merchants wives that keep their Coaches, 
 Here in the Park do take the air ; 
 
 They go abroad to avoid reproaches, 
 And hold themselves as Ladies fair : 
 
 For whilst their Husbands gone are to trade 
 Unto their ships by Sea or Land : 
 
 Who will not say, why may not they 
 
 Trade, like their own Husbands, in their own way. 
 
 5. Here from the Countrey come the Girls flying 
 For husbands, though of parts little worth : 
 
 They at th' Exchange have been buying 
 The last new fashion that came forth : 
 
 And are desirous to have it seen, 
 As if before it ne're had been : 
 
 So you may see all that may be 
 Had in the Town or Countrey. 
 
 6. Here 
 
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 6. Here come the Girls of the rich City. 
 
 Aldermens daughters fair and proud, 
 Their Jealous Mothers come t' invite ye, 
 
 For fear they should be lost i' th' croud : 
 Who for their breeding are taught to dance, 
 
 Their birth and fortune to advance : 
 And they will be as frolick and free, 
 
 As you your self expect to see. 
 
 To his coy Mistris. 
 
 1. /^^OY one, I say, Be gone, 
 \^_s My love-days now are done : 
 
 Were thy Brow like Iv'ry free, 
 Yet 'tis more black than Jet to me. 
 
 2. Might thy hairy Tress compare 
 With Daphne's sporting with the air, 
 As it is worse fetter' d far 
 
 Than th' knotty tuffs of Mandrakes are. 
 
 3. Were there in thy squint eyes found 
 True native sparks of Diamond ; 
 
 As they are duller sure I am, 
 
 Than th' Eye-Lamps of a dying man, 
 
 4. Were 
 
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 Were thy breath a Civet scent, 
 Or some purer Element ; 
 As there's none profess thee love, 
 Can touch thy lips without a Glove. 
 
 5. Were thy Nose of such a shape. 
 As Nature could no better make ; 
 As it is so skrewed in, 
 
 It claims acquaintance with thy Chin. 
 
 6. Were thy Breasts two rising Mounts, 
 Those Ruby Nipples milky Founts, 
 
 As these two so fairly move, 
 They'd make a Lover freeze for love. 
 
 7 Could thy pulse affection beat, 
 Thy Palm a balmy moisture sweat ; 
 As their active vigor's gone, 
 Dry and cold as any stone. 
 
 8. Were thy arms, legs, feet, and all, 
 That we with modesty can call ; 
 Nay, were they all of such a grace, 
 
 As 't might be stil'd, Loves amorous place. 
 
 9. As all these yield such weak delight, 
 They'd fright a Bridegroom the first night : 
 
 And 
 
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 And hold it a curse for to be sped 
 Of such a fury in his bed. 
 
 10. Could thine high improved state, 
 Vye with the greatest Potentate : 
 As in all their store I find 
 Mole-hills to a noble mind. 
 
 ii. Wert thou as rich in Beauties form, 
 As thou art held in Natures scorn : 
 I vow these should be none of mine, 
 Because they are entitled thine. 
 
 A Dialogue concerning Hair, between a Man 
 and a Woman. 
 
 M. 
 i. A SK me no more why I do wear 
 il My Hair so far below my ear : 
 For the first Man that e're was made 
 Did never know the Barbers Trade. 
 
 W. 
 
 2. Ask me no more where all the day 
 The foolish Owl doth make her stay : 
 
 'Tis 
 
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 ' Tis in your Locks ; for tak't from me, 
 She thinks your hair an Ivy-tree. 
 
 M. 
 
 3. Tell me no more that length of hair 
 Can make the visage seem less fair ; 
 For howsoe'r my hair doth sit, 
 
 I'm sure that yours comes short of it. 
 
 W. 
 
 4. Tell me no more men were long hair 
 To chase away the colder air ; 
 
 For by experience we may see 
 Long hair will but a back friend be. 
 
 M. 
 
 5. Tell me no more that long hair can 
 Argue deboistness in a man ; 
 
 For 'tis Religious being inclin'd, 
 To save the Temples from the wind. 
 
 W. 
 
 6. Ask me no more why Roarers wear 
 Their hair extant below their ear ; 
 
 For 
 
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 For having mortgag'd all their Land, 
 They'd fain oblige the appearing Band. 
 
 M. 
 
 7. Ask me no more why hair may be 
 The expression of Gentility : 
 
 ' Tis that which being largely grown, 
 Derives its Gentry from the Crown. 
 
 W. 
 
 8. Ask me no more why grass being grown, 
 With greedy Sickle is cut down, 
 
 Till short and sweet : So ends my Song, 
 Lest that long hair should grow too long. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. ^npHAT Beauty I ador'd before, 
 
 X I now as much despise : 
 'Tis Money only makes the Whore : 
 
 She that for love with her Crony lies, 
 Is chaste : But thafs the Whore that kisses for prize. 
 
 2. Let 
 
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 2. Let Jove with Gold his Danae woo, 
 It shall be no rule for me : 
 
 Nay, 't may be I may do so too, 
 
 When I'me as old as he. 
 Till then Fie never hire the thing that's free. 
 
 3. If Coin must your affection Imp, 
 Pray get some other Friend : 
 
 My Pocket ne're shall be my Pimp, 
 
 I never that intend, 
 Yet can be noble too, if I see they mend. 
 
 4. Since Loving was a Liberal Art, 
 How canst thou trade for gain ? 
 
 The pleasure is on your part, 
 
 ' Tis we Men take the pain : 
 And being so, must Women have the gain ? 
 
 5. No, no, rie never farm your Bed, 
 Nor your Smock-Tenant be : 
 
 I hate to rent your white and red, 
 
 You shall not let your Love to me : 
 / ccncrt a Mistris, not a Landlady. 
 
 6. A Pox take him that first set up, 
 Th' Excise of Flesh and Skin : 
 
 And 
 
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 And since it will no better be, 
 
 Let's both to kiss begin ; 
 To kiss freely : if not, you ?nay go spin. 
 
 The Careless Swain. 
 
 i. T S she gone? let her go ; faith Boys, I care not, 
 
 X I'l not sue after her, I dare not, I dare not. 
 Though she 'as more Land than I by many an Acre, 
 I have plow'd in her ground, who will may take hen 
 
 2. She is a witty one, and she is fair too; 
 
 She must have all the Land that she is Heir too : 
 
 But as for Free Land she has not any, 
 
 For hers is Lammas ground, common to many, 
 
 3. Were it in Several, 'twere a great favour, 
 
 It might be an inriching to him that shall have her : 
 But hers is common ground, and without bounding, 
 You may graze in her ground, and fear no pounding. 
 
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 A Catch for three Voices. 
 
 A CK, Will and Tom are ye come, 
 I think there is mirth in your faces : 
 
 How glad I'm to see such Lads all agree 
 In tunes and time, and graces. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 i. /^^HLORIS, when I to thee present 
 V^/ The cause of all my discontent ; 
 And shew that all the wealth that can 
 Flow from this little world of man, 
 Is nought but Constancy and Love, 
 Why will you other objects prove ? 
 
 2. O do not cozen your desires 
 With common and mechanick fires : 
 That picture which you see in gold, 
 In every Shop is to be sold, 
 
 And Diamonds of richest prize 
 Men only value with their eyes. 
 
 3. But look upon my loyal heart, 
 That knows to value every part : 
 
 And 
 
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 And loves thy hidden virtue more 
 Than outward shape, which fools adore : 
 In that you'l all the treasures find 
 That can content a noble mind. 
 
 The forsaken Maid, A Song. 
 
 1. AT OR Love, nor Fate dare I accuse, 
 1 \| For that my Love doth me refuse : 
 
 But O mine own unworthiness, 
 That durst presume so great a bliss ! 
 Too miekle 'twere for me to love 
 A man so like the Gods above, 
 With Angels face, and Saint-like voice, 
 Tis too Divine for Humane choice. 
 
 2. But had I wisely given mine heart, 
 For to have lov'd him but in part : 
 As only to enjoy his face. 
 
 Or any one peculiar Grace ; 
 As foot, or hand, or lip, or eye : 
 Then had I liv'd where now I die. 
 But I presuming all to chuse, 
 Am now condemned all to lose. 
 
 3. You Rural Gods that guard the Swains, 
 And punish all unjust disdains ; 
 
 O 
 
84 Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 O do not censure him for this, 
 
 It was my error, and not his. 
 
 This only boon of you Fie crave, 
 
 To fix these Lines upon my Grave : 
 Like Icarus, I soared too high, 
 For which offence I pine, I die. 
 
 On a Precise Taylor. 
 
 A Taylor, but a man of upright dealing, 
 True, but for lying ; honest, but for stealing ; 
 Did fall one day extremely sick by chance, 
 And on a sudden fell in a wondrous Trance : 
 The Fiends of Hell must'ring in fearful manner, 
 Of sundry colour'd Silks display^ a Banner 
 Which he had stoln ; and wish'd, as they did tell, 
 That he might one day find it all in Hell. 
 The man affrighted at this Apparition, 
 Upon Recovery grew a great Precisian ; 
 He bought a Bible of the new Translation, 
 And in his Life he shew'd great Reformation : 
 He wahVd demurely, and he talked meekly, 
 He heard two Lectures, and two Sermons weekly : 
 He vow'd to shun all Company unruly, 
 And in his speech he us'd no Oath but Truly : 
 And zealously to help the Sabbaths Rest, 
 The Meat for that day on the Eve was drest : 
 
 And 
 
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 And lest the custom that he had to steal, 
 
 Might cause him sometimes to forget his zeal, 
 
 He gives his Journey-man a special charge, 
 
 That if the Stuff allowed fell out to large, 
 
 And that to filch his fingers were inclin'd, 
 
 He then should put the Banner in his mind. 
 
 This done, I scarce can tell the rest for laughter, 
 
 A Captain of a Ship came three days after, 
 
 And bought three yards of Velvet & three quarters. 
 
 To make his Vest so large to hang below his garters. 
 
 He that precisely knew what was enough, 
 
 Soon slipt away a quarter of the Stuff : 
 
 His man espying it, said in derision, 
 
 Remember, Master, how you saw the Vision. 
 
 Peace, Fool, quoth he, I did not see one rag 
 
 Of such like colour'd Stuff within the Flag. 
 
 The Scotch Girls Complaint for an Englishmans going 
 
 away, when my Lord Monk came 
 
 for England. 
 
 1. T LL tide this cruel Peace that hath gain'd a War 
 JL on me, 
 
 I never fancied Laddy till I saw mine Enemy : 
 O methoughts he was the blithest one 
 That e're I set mine eyes upon : 
 
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 Well might have fool'd a wiser one, 
 
 As he did me : 
 He look'd so pretty, and talk'd so witty, 
 
 None could deny, 
 But needs must yield the Fort up, 
 
 Gude faith, and so did I. 
 
 2. Tantara went the Trumpets, and strait we were 
 
 in Arms, 
 We dreaded no Invasions, Embraces were our 
 
 Charms. 
 As we close to one another sit, 
 Did according to our Mothers wit, 
 But hardly now can smother it, 
 
 It will be known, 
 Alack and welly, sick back and belly, 
 
 Never was Maid, 
 A Soldier is a coming, though young, 
 
 Makes me afraid. 
 
 3. To England bear this Sonnet, direct it unto none, 
 But to the brave Monk-Heroes, both sigh and singing 
 
 moan : 
 Some there are perhaps will take my part, 
 At his bosom Cupid shake his dart, 
 That from me he ne'r may part, 
 
 That is mine own : 
 
 O 
 
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 O maist thou never wear Bow and Quiver, 
 
 Till I may see 
 Once more the happy feature 
 
 Of my lov'd Enemy. 
 
 On Fairford curious Church- Windows, which scaftd 
 the War and the Puritan. 
 
 TELL me, you Anti-Saints, why Glass 
 To you is longer liv'd than Brass ; 
 And why the Saints have scap'd their falls 
 Better on Windows than on Walls ? 
 Is it because the Brothers fires 
 Maintain a -Glass-house at Blackfriers ? 
 Next, why the Church stands North and South, 
 And East and West the Preachers mouth ? 
 Or is't because such painted ware 
 Resembles something what you are ? 
 So pied, so seeming, so unsound 
 In Doctrine and in Manners found, 
 That out of Emblematick wit 
 You spare your selves in sparing it ? 
 If it be so, then Fairford boast, 
 Thy Church hath kept what all hath lost : 
 It is preserved from the bane 
 Of either War or Puritan ; 
 
 Whose 
 
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 Whose Life is coloured in thy Paint, 
 The inside Dross, but outside Saint 
 
 The Soldiers praise of a Lowse. 
 
 i. T ~% TILL you please to hear a new Ditty,, 
 
 V V In praise of a six-footed Creature : 
 She lives both in Countrey and City, 
 She's woundrous loving by nature- 
 
 2. She'l proffer her service to any, 
 She'l stick close but she will prevail i 
 
 She is entertained by many, 
 Till death no Master she'l fail 
 
 3. Your rich men she cannot endure* 
 . Nor can she your shifter abide : 
 
 But still she sticks close to the poor,, 
 Though often they claw her hide. 
 
 4. The non-suited man she'l woo him* 
 Or any good fellows that lack : 
 
 She will be as nigh a friend to him 
 As the shirt that sticks to his back. 
 
 ■5. Your neat Landress she perfectly hates, 
 And those that do set her awork 1 
 
 And 
 
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 And still in foul Linen delights, 
 
 That she in the seams on't may lurk. 
 
 6. Corruption she draws like a Horse-leech, 
 Being big, she grows a great breeder : 
 
 At night she goes home to her Cottage, 
 And in the day is a devillish feeder. 
 
 7. To Commanders and Soldiers in purging 
 I'm sure her Receipts are good : 
 
 For she saves them the charge of a Surgeon 
 In sucking and letting of blood. 
 
 8. She'l venture in a Battel as far 
 As any Commander that goes : 
 
 She'l play Jack a both sides in war, 
 And cares not a_.pin for her foes. 
 
 9. She's always shot-free in fight, 
 To kill her no Sword will prevail : 
 
 And if took Prisoner by flight, 
 
 She's crush'd to death with a Nail. 
 
 10. From her and her breed Jove defend us 
 For her company we have had store : 
 
 Let her go to the Court and the Gentry, 
 And trouble poor Soldiers no more. 
 
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 A Song. 
 
 i T% T ETHOUGHT the other night 
 1 Vi I saw a pretty sight 
 
 That mov'd me much : 
 A fair and comely Maid 
 Not squeamish nor afraid 
 
 To let me touch. 
 Our lips most sweetly kissing 
 Each other never missing : 
 Her smiling look did shew content, 
 That she did nought but what she meant. 
 
 2. And as our lips did move, 
 The Echo still was Love, 
 
 Love, love me sweet. 
 Then with a Maiden blush, 
 Instead of crying Push, 
 
 Our lips did meet : 
 With Musick sweet by sounding, 
 And Pleasures all abounding, 
 We kept the Burden of the Song, 
 Which was, That Love should take no wrong. 
 
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 A Song. 
 
 1. /^\ My dearest, I shall grieve thee 
 V^/ When I swear, yet Sweet believe me. 
 
 By thine eye, that Crystal Book 
 In which all crabbed old men look, 
 I swear to thee, though none abhor them, 
 Yet I do not love thee for them. 
 
 2. I do not love thee for that fair 
 Rich Fan of thy most curious Hair : 
 Though the wires thereof are drawn 
 Finer than the threds of Lawn, 
 And are softer than the sleeves 
 Which the subtil Spinner weaves. 
 
 3. I do not love thee for those flowers 
 Growing on thy Cheeks, Loves Bowers ; 
 Though such cunning them hath spread, 
 None can part their white and red : 
 Loves golden Arrows there are shot, 
 Yet for them I love thee not. 
 
 4. I do not love thee for those soft 
 Red Coral Lips Fve kist so oft, 
 
 Nor 
 
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 Nor teeth of Pearl, though double rear'd 
 To speech, where Musick still is heard, 
 Though from thence a kiss being taken, 
 Would Tyrants melt, and death awaken. 
 
 5. I do not love thee, O my Fairest, 
 For that richest, for that rarest 
 Silver Pillar which stands under 
 
 Thy lovely Head, that Glass of wonder : 
 Though thy Neck be whiter far 
 Than Towers of polish' d Ivory are. 
 
 6. Nor do I love thee for those Mountains 
 Hid with Snow, whence Nectar Fountains 
 Sug'red sweet, and Syrup-berry, 
 
 Must one day run through Pipes of Cherry 
 O how much those Breasts do move me ! 
 Yet for these I do not love thee. 
 
 7. I do not love thee for thy Palm, 
 Though the dew thereof be Balm : 
 Nor thy curious Leg and Foot, 
 Although it be a precious Root 
 Whereon this stately Cedar grows : 
 Sweet I love thee not for those. 
 
 8. Nor 
 
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 8. Nor for thy wit so pure and quick, 
 Whose substance no Arithmetick 
 
 Can number down : Nor for the charms 
 Thou mak'st with embracing arms ; 
 
 Though in them one night to lie, 
 
 Dearest I would gladly die. 
 
 9. I love the not for eyes nor hair, 
 Nor lips, nor teeth that are so rare ; 
 Nor for thy neck, nor for thy breasts, 
 Nor for thy belly, nor the rest : 
 
 Nor for thy hand, nor foot, nor small, 
 But would' st thou know, dear sweet, for alL 
 
 An old Song on the Spanish Armado, 
 
 1. O OME years of late in eighty eight, 
 
 w3 As I do well remember, 
 It was some say, nineteenth of May, 
 And some say in September, 
 And some say in September. 
 
 The Spanish train, lanch'd forth amain, 
 
 With many a fine bravado 
 Their (as they thought) but it proved not, 
 Invincible Armado, 
 Invincible Armado, 
 
 3. There 
 
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 3. There was a little man that dwelt in Spain, 
 
 Who shot well in a Gun a, 
 Don Pedro hight, as black a wight 
 
 As the Knight of the Sun a, 
 As the Knight of the Sun a. 
 
 4. King Philip made him Admiral, 
 And bid him not to stay a 
 
 But to destroy, both man and boy, 
 And so to come away a, 
 And so to come away a. 
 
 5. Their Navy was well victualled 
 
 With Bisket, Pease, and Bacon, 
 They brought two Ships, well fraught with Whips, 
 
 But I think they were mistaken, 
 But I think they were mistaken. 
 
 6. There men were young, Munition strong, 
 
 And to do us more harm a, 
 They thought it meet, to joyn their Fleet, 
 All with the Prince of Parma, 
 All with the Prince of Parma. 
 
 7. They 
 
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 7. They coasted round about our Land, 
 
 And so came in by Dover : 
 But we had men set on 'um then, 
 
 And threw the Rascals over, 
 And threw the Rascals over. 
 
 S. The Queen was then at Tilbury, 
 What could me more desire a, 
 
 And Sir Francis Drake for her sweet sake, 
 Did set them all on fire a, 
 Did set them all on fire a. 
 
 9. Then strait they fled by Sea and Land, 
 That one man kill'd threescore a ; 
 
 And had not they all ran away, 
 In truth he had kill'd more a, 
 In truth he had kilVd more a. 
 
 10. Then let them neither brag nor boast, 
 
 But if they come agen a, 
 Let them take heed, they do not speed. 
 As they did you know when a, 
 As they did you know when a. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Loyal Prisoner. 
 
 i. V) EAT on proud Billows, Boreas blow, 
 
 ±_j Swell curled waves high as Joves roof : 
 Your incivility shall show, 
 
 That innocence is Tempest proof : 
 Though furious Nero's frown, my thoughts are calm, 
 Then strike affliction, for your wounds are balm. 
 
 2. That which the world miscalls a Jail, 
 A private Closet is to me, 
 
 Whilst a good Conscience is my bail, 
 
 And innocence my liberty : 
 Locks, Bars, and Solitude together met, 
 Makes me no Prisoner, but an Anchoret. 
 
 3. And whilst I wish to be retir'd 
 Into this private room was turn'd ; 
 
 As if their wisdoms had conspired 
 
 The Sallamander should be burn'd : 
 Or like those Sophies, which would drown a fish, 
 I am condemiHd to suffer what I wish. 
 
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 4. The Cynick hugs his poverty, 
 The Pellican her Wilderness : 
 
 And 'tis the Indians pride to be 
 
 Naked on frozen Caucasus, 
 Contentment cannot smart, Stoicks we see, 
 Make torments easie to their Apathie, 
 
 5. I'm in this Cabinet lock'd up, 
 Like some high prized Margerite: 
 
 Or like some great Mogul or Pope, 
 
 Am cloister' d up from publick, sight : 
 Reth'edness is a piece of Majesty ; 
 Afid thus proud Sultan, Pm as great as thee, 
 
 6. These Manicles about my arms, 
 I as my Mistris Favours wear : 
 
 And for to keep my ankles warm, 
 
 I have some iron Shackles there : 
 These walls are but my Garrison, my Cell, 
 What men call Jail, doth prove my Cittadel 
 
 7. So he that stroke at Jasons life, 
 Thinking to have made his purpose sure, 
 
 With a malicious friendly knife, 
 Was only wounded to a cure. 
 Malice, I see, wants wit ; for what is meant 
 Mischief oft-times proves favours by tJi event 
 
 1 8, What 
 
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 8. What though I cannot see my King, 
 Neither in's Person, nor his Coin : 
 
 Yet Contemplation is a thing 
 
 Which renders what I have not mine : 
 
 My Ki7ig from me what Adamants can part, 
 
 Whom I do wear engraven on my heart ? 
 
 9. Have you not seen the Nightingale 
 A pris'ner like, coop'd in a Cage ? 
 
 How she doth chaunt her wonted tale, 
 In that her narrow Hermitage ? 
 
 Even then her Melody doth plainly prove, 
 
 That her Boughs ai'e Trees, her Cage a Grove. 
 
 10. I am that Bird whom they combine 
 
 Thus to deprive of liberty : 
 Although they see my Corps confm'd, 
 
 Yet maugre hate, my soul is free. 
 Although Pm mew'd, yet I can chirp and sing, 
 Disgrace to Rebels, Glory to my King. 
 
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 On his first Love. 
 
 MY first Love whom all beauty did adorn, 
 Firing my heart, supprest it with her scorn, 
 And since like Tinder in my breast it lies, 
 By every sparkle made a Sacrifice : 
 Each wanton eye, now kindles my desire, 
 And that is now to all, which was intire : 
 For now my wanton thoughts are not confin'd 
 Unto a woman, but to woman kind : 
 This for her shape I love, that for her face, 
 This for her gesture, or some other grace : 
 And sometimes when I none of these can find, 
 I chuse them by the kernel, not the rind ; 
 And so do hope, though my chief hope be gone, 
 To find in many what I lost in one. 
 She is in fault which caus'd me first to stray, 
 Needs must he wander which hath lost his way : 
 Guiltless I am, she did this change provoke, 
 And made that Charcoal, which at first was Oak : 
 For as a Looking-glass to the aspect, 
 Whilst it is whole, doth but one face reflect ; 
 But crack'd and broken in pieces, there are shown 
 Many false faces where first was but one : 
 So love into my heart did first prefer 
 Her Image, and there planted none but her : 
 
 But 
 
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 But when 'twas crack' d and martyr'd by her scorn, 
 Many less faces in her seat were born : 
 Thus like to Tinder, I am prone to catch 
 Each falling sparkle, fit for any match. 
 
 On Ms Mistriss goi?ig to Sea. 
 
 FAREWEL, fair Saint, may not the seas and wind 
 Swell like the heart and eyes you left behind : 
 But calm and gentle, like the looks they bear, 
 Smile in your face, and whisper in your ear : 
 Let no foul billow offer to arise, 
 That it might nearer look upon your eyes ; 
 Lest Wind and Waves enamour'd with such form, 
 Should throng and crowd themselves into a storm. 
 But if it be your fate, vast Seas, to love, 
 Of my becalmed heart learn how to move : 
 Move then but in a gentle Lovers pace, 
 No wrinckles, nor no furrows in your face ; 
 And you fierce winds, see that you tell your tale 
 In such a breath as may but fill her sail : 
 So while you court her each a several way, 
 You will her safely to her Port convey, 
 And lose her in a noble way of wooing, 
 Whilst both contribute to her own undoing. 
 
 On 
 
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 On a Blush. 
 
 STAY lusty blood, where wilt thou seek 
 So blest a place as in her cheek ? 
 How canst thou from that cheek retire, 
 Where vertue doth command desire ? 
 But if thou canst not stay, then flow 
 Down to her panting paps below ; 
 Flow like a Deluge from her breasts, 
 Where Venus Swans have built their Nests ; 
 And so take glory to bestain 
 With azure blew each swelling Vein : 
 Then boiling, run through every part, 
 Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart : 
 And if from love it would retire, 
 Then Martyr it with gentle fire : 
 And having search'd each secret place, 
 Fly thou back into her face : 
 Where live thou blest in changing those 
 White Lillies to a ruddy Rose. 
 
 In 
 
102 I Vestm inster-Drollery. 
 
 In praise of a Mask. 
 
 THERE is not half so warm a fire 
 In fruition as desire : 
 When we have got the fruit of pain, 
 Possession makes us poor again. 
 Expected form and shape unknown, 
 Whets and makes sharp temptation : 
 Sense is too nigardly for bliss, 
 And daily pays us with what is. 
 But ignorance doth give us all 
 That can within her brightness fall : 
 Veil therefore still, whilst I divine 
 The riches of that hidden Mine ; 
 And make imagination tell 
 All wealth that can in beauty dwell. 
 Thus the highly valu'd Oar, 
 Earths dark Exchequer keeps in store : 
 And search'd in secret, only quits 
 The travel of the hands and wits ; 
 Who dares to ransack all the hoards, 
 That Natures privy Purse affords. 
 Our eye the apprehensions Thief, 
 Blinds our unlimited belief. 
 When we see all, we nothing see, 
 Disclosure may prove Robbery. 
 
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 For if you shine not, fairest, being shown, 
 I pick a Cabinet for a Bristol Stone. 
 
 Excuse for Absence. 
 
 YOU'L ask, perhaps, wherefore I stay, 
 Loving so much, so long away ? 
 Do not think 'twas I did part ; 
 It was my body, not my heart : 
 For, like a Compass, in your love 
 One Foot is fixt that cannot move : 
 To' other may follow the blind guide 
 Of giddy Fortune, but not slide 
 Beyond your Service ; nor dares venture 
 To wander far from you the Center. 
 
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 To his Mistris. 
 
 KEEP on your Mask, and hide your eye, 
 For with beholding it I die, 
 Your fatal Beauty, Gorgon-Y\ke, 
 Dead with astonishment doth strike : 
 Your piercing eyes, if them I see, 
 Are worse than Basilisks to me. 
 Shut from mine eyes those hills of Snow, 
 Their melting Valley do not show; 
 Those Azure paths lead to despair. 
 O vex me not, forbear, forbear : 
 For whilst I thus in torment dwell, 
 The sight of Heaven is worse than Hell. 
 Your dainty voice, and warbling breath, 
 Sound like a Sentence past for death : 
 Your dangling Tresses are become 
 The instruments of final doom ; 
 G if an Angel torture so 
 When life is done, what shall I do ? 
 
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 To his Mistris. 
 
 I'LL tell you how the Rose did first grow red, 
 And whence the Lilly whiteness borrowed : 
 You blush' d, and then the Rose with red was dight 
 The Lilly kist your hand, and so came white. 
 Before that time each Rose had but a stain, 
 The Lilly nought but paleness did contain : 
 You have the native colour, those the dye, 
 They flourish onely in your eye. 
 
 HIC jacet John Shorthose 
 Sine hose, sine shooes, sine breeches, 
 Qui fuit dum vixit, sine goods, 
 Sine lands, si?ie riches. 
 
 On 
 
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 1 06 Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 On his Mistiis. 
 
 IS she not wondrous fair ? O but I see 
 She is so much too sweet, too fair for me, 
 That I forget my flames, and every fire 
 Hath taught me not to love, but to admire : 
 Just like the Sun, methinks I see her face, 
 Which I should gaze on still, but not embrace ; 
 For 'tis Heavens pleasure that she should be sent 
 As pure to Heaven again, as she was lent 
 To us : And bid us, as we hope for bliss, 
 Not to profane her with a mortal kiss. 
 Then how cold grows my Love, and I how hot ? 
 O how I love her, how I love her not ! 
 So doth my Ague-love torment by turns, 
 And now it freezeth, now again it burns. 
 
 A Sigh. 
 
 GO thou gentle whisp'ring Wind, 
 Bear this Sigh, and if you find 
 Where my cruel Fair doth rest, 
 Cast it in her snowy Breast : 
 
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 The sweet Kisses thou shalt gain, 
 Will reward thee for thy pain. 
 Taste her lips, and then confess, 
 If Arabia doth possess 
 Or the Hybla honour'd hill, 
 Sweets like those that there distil. 
 Having got so, with a fee 
 Do another boon for me : 
 Thou canst with thy powerful blast 
 Heat apace, and cool as fast : 
 Then for pity either stir 
 Up the fire of Love in her, 
 That alike both flames may shine, 
 Or else quite extinguish mine. 
 
 To a spruce and very finely decked Lady. 
 
 2. ^^ TILL to be neat, still to be drest, 
 vZ? As if you were going to a feast : 
 Still to be powder 5 d, still perfum'd, 
 Lady, it is to be presum'd, 
 Though Arts hid causes are not found, 
 All is not sweet, all is not sound. 
 
 2. Give 
 
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 2. Give me a look, give me a face, 
 That makes simplicity a grace ; 
 Robes largely flowing, hairs as free ; 
 Such sweet neglect more taketh me 
 Than all th' Adulteries of Art : 
 They please my eye, but not my heart. 
 
 The Good Fellows Song. 
 
 i. A S we went wandring all the night, 
 
 JTjL The Brewers Dog our brains did bite, 
 Our Heads grew heavy, and our Heels grew light, 
 
 And we like our humour well boys, 
 
 And we like our humour well. 
 
 2. Our Hostess then bid us pay her Score, 
 
 We call'd her Whore, and we paid her no more, 
 And we kick'd our Hostess out of the door, 
 
 And we like our humour well boys, 
 
 And we like our humour well. 
 
 3. And as we went wandring in the Street, 
 We trod the Kennels under our feet, 
 And fought with every Post we did meet, 
 
 And we like our humour well boys, 
 And we like our humour well. 
 
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 The Constable then with his staff and band, 
 
 He bid us if we were men to stand, 
 
 We told him he bid us do more than we can, 
 
 And we like our humour well boys, 
 
 And we like our humour well 
 
 5. Our Hostesses Cellar it is our bed, 
 
 Upon the Barrels we lay our head, 
 
 The night is our own, for the Devil is dead, 
 
 And we like our humour well boys, 
 
 And we like our humour ivelL 
 
 Upon Fasting, 
 
 THE poor man fasts, because he has no meat ; 
 The sick man fasts because he cannot eat : 
 The Userer fasts, to encrease his store : 
 The Glutton fasts, 'cause he can eat no more ; 
 The Hypocrite, because he'd be commended : 
 The Saints do fast, because they have offended. 
 
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 ONE wish'd me to a Wife that's fair and young, 
 That hath French, Spanish, and Italian tongue 
 I thank'd him, but yet I'l have none of such ; 
 For I think one tongue for a Maid's too much : 
 What, love you not the Learned ? yes as my life, 
 The learned Scholar, but the unlearned Wife. 
 
 On a Lover that would not be beloved again. 
 
 DISDAIN me still, that I may ever love, 
 For who his love enjoys, can love no more : 
 The War once past, with peace men cowards prove, 
 
 The ships return'd do rot upon the shore, 
 Then frown though I say thou art most fair, 
 And still I love thee, though I still despair . 
 
 As heat to life, so is desire to love, [done : 
 
 For these once quench' d, both life and love are 
 
 Let not my sighs and tears thy virtue move 
 Like basest Metal do not melt so soon, 
 
 Laugh at my woes, although I ever mourn, 
 
 Love surfeits with rewards, his Nurse is scorn. 
 
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 A Riwal Song. 
 
 i. ^^OME Lads and Lasses, each one that passes, 
 V_^ Dance a round on the ground 
 
 Whilst green the grass is. 
 For if you'l ever, with mirth endeavour 
 With heart and voice, rejoyce, 
 
 Come now or never : 
 For the blind Boy Love was caught and betrayed 
 In the Trap that was laid 
 
 For the poor silly Maid. 
 
 2. Now here, now yonder, with Goose and Gander, 
 With your Ducks, Hens, and Cocks, 
 
 Safe may you wander, 
 Securely may you go, to the Market to and fro, 
 John and Jone all arow, 
 
 And never fear the foe, 
 For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray d 
 In the Trap that was laid 
 
 For the poor silly Maid. 
 
 3. Sweetest come hither, let us thither, 
 Where we'l court, and there sport 
 
 Freely together. 
 
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1 1 2 Westminster-Drollery. 
 
 We'l enjoy kisses, with other blisses, 
 So come home, when we have done, 
 
 And none shall miss us. 
 For the blind Boy Love was caught and betrayed 
 In the Trap that was laid, 
 
 For the poor silly Maid. 
 
 4. Over yon Bower, Jove seems to lowre, 
 As he meant/to prevent 
 
 Our happiest hour : 
 But the times treasure, giving us leasure 
 In spight of Jove, for to prove 
 
 Our chiefest pleasure. 
 For the blind Boy Love was caught and betray' d 
 In the Trap that was laid, 
 
 For the poor silly Maid. 
 
 A Scotch Song, called Gilderoy. 
 
 1. T I TAS ever grief so great as mine, 
 
 V V Then speak dear Beam, I prethee, 
 That thus must leave my Gilderoy, 
 O my Benison gang with thee. 
 
 Good 
 
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 Good speed be with you then Sir, she said, 
 
 For gone is all my joy : 
 And gone is he whom I love best, 
 
 My handsom Gilderoy. 
 
 2. In muckle joy we spent our time 
 
 Till we were both fifteen, 
 Then wantonly he ligg'd me down, 
 
 And amongst the Brakes so green. 
 When he had done what man could do, 
 
 He rose up and gang'd his way : 
 I gate my Goon, and I followed him, 
 
 My handsom Gilderoy. 
 
 2. Now Gilderoy was a bonny Boy, 
 
 Would needs to 'th King be gone, 
 With his silken Garters on his legs, 
 
 And the Roses on his shoone : 
 But better he had staid at home 
 
 With me his only joy, 
 For on a Gallow-tree they hung 
 
 My handsom Gilderoy. 
 
 4. When they had ta'ne this lad so strong, 
 Gude Lord how sore they bound him, 
 
 They carried him to EdenU rough Town, 
 And there God wot they hung him : 
 
 They 
 
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 They knit him fast above the rest, 
 
 And I lost my only joy, 
 For evermore my Benison 
 
 Gang with my Gilderoy. 
 
 5. Wo worth that man that made those Laws, 
 
 To hang a man for genee, 
 For neither stealing Ox nor Ass, 
 
 Or bony Horse or Meere : 
 Had not their Laws a bin so strict, 
 
 I might have got my joy : 
 And ne'r had need tull a wat my cheek 
 
 For my dear Gilderoy. 
 
 A Song to his Mistris. 
 
 1. T WILL not do a Sacrifice 
 
 X To thy face or to thy eyes : 
 Nor unto thy Lilly palm, 
 Nor thy breath that wounding balm 
 But the part to which my heart 
 
 In v6ws is seal'd, 
 Is that Mine of Bliss Divine 
 
 Which is conceal'd. 
 
 2. What 
 
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 2. What's the Golden fruit to me, 
 If I may not pluck the Tree : 
 Bare enjoying all the rest, 
 Is but like a golden Feast, 
 Which at need can never feed 
 
 Our love-sick wishes : 
 Let me eat substantial meat, 
 
 Not view the dishes. 
 
 The Advice. 
 
 PHYLLIS for shame, let us improve 
 A thousand several ways, 
 These few short minutes stoln by love 
 From many tedious days. 
 
 Whilst you want courage to despise 
 
 The censure of the Grave : 
 For all the Tyrants in your eyes, 
 
 Your heart is but a slave. 
 
 My love is full of noble pride, 
 
 And never will submit 
 To let that Fop Discretion ride 
 
 In triumph over Wit. 
 
 False 
 
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 False Friends I have as well as you, 
 
 That daily counsel me 
 Vain friv'lous trifles to pursue, 
 
 And leave off loving thee. 
 
 When I the least belief bestow 
 On what such fools advise, 
 
 May I be dull enough to grow 
 Most miserably wise. 
 
 B 
 
 A Vision. 
 
 ENEATH a Myrtle shade 
 Which Jove for none but happy Lovers made, 
 I slept, and streight my Love before me brought, 
 Phillis the object of my waking thought, 
 Undrest she came my flames to meet, 
 Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : 
 Flowers that so prest by her became more sweet. 
 
 From the bright Visions head, 
 A careless vail of Lawn was Loosely spread : 
 From her white shoulders fell her shaded hair, 
 Like cloudy Sun-shine, nor too brown nor fair : 
 Her hands, her lips did love inspire, 
 Her ev'ry part my heart did fire : 
 But most her eyes, that languish'd with desire. 
 
 Ah 
 
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 Ah charming Fair, said I, 
 How long will you my bliss and yours deny ? 
 By nature and by jfove this lonesome Shade 
 Was for revenge of suffering Lovers made : 
 
 Silence and Shades with Love agree, 
 
 Both shelter you, and favour me ; 
 You cannot blush, because I cannot see, 
 
 No, let me die, she said, 
 Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid : 
 Faintly she spoke methought, for all the while 
 She bid me not believe her with a smile. 
 Then die, said I : She still den/d : 
 And is it thus, thus, thus, she cry'd, 
 You use a harmless Maid ? And so she dy'd : 
 
 I wak'd, and straight I knew 
 I lov'd so well, it made my Dream prove true. 
 Fancy the kinder Mistriss of the two, 
 Fancy had done what Pkillis would not do. 
 Ah cruel Nymph, cease your disdain, 
 While I can dream you scorn in vain : 
 Asleep or waking you must ease my pain. 
 
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 The Batchelors Song. 
 
 I IKE a Dog with a Bottle fast ty'd to his Tail, 
 v Like a Vermin in a Trap, or a Thief in a Jail, 
 Like a Tory in a Bog, 
 Or an Ape with a Clog, 
 Even such is the man, who when he may go free, 
 Does his Liberty lose 
 In a Matrimony Noose, 
 And sells himself into Captivity. 
 
 The Dog he doth howl when the Bottle doth jog, 
 
 The Vermin, the Thief, and the Tory in vain 
 
 Of the Trap, of the Jail, of the Quagmire complain, 
 
 But well fare poor Pug, 
 
 For he plays with his Clog ; 
 And though he would be rid on't rather than his life, 
 Yet he hugs it and tugs it as a Man does his Wife. 
 
 The Batchelors Satyr retorted. 
 
 i. 'i IKE a Dog that runs madding at Sheep or at 
 
 J j Cows, 
 
 Like a Boar that runs brumling after the Sows, 
 Like a Jade full of Rancor, 
 Or a Ship without Anchor, 
 
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 Such is the Libertine whom sense invites 
 
 To spend his leisures 
 
 In recoyling pleasures, 
 And prefers Looseness unto Hyvwis Rites : 
 Whereas that honest Tedder holds 
 The Dog from ranging to the Folds ; 
 And the soft tie of fixt desire, 
 Keeps men from that Boarish mire ; 
 
 The Bit and Reins 
 
 The Horse restrains, 
 
 And th' Anchor saves 
 
 The Ship from Waves 
 Vermin indeed are oft deservedly caught 
 
 In their own Traps, 
 
 Venereous Claps, 
 Which Health and Wealth and Conscience dearly 
 bought. 
 
 2. Those Felons of themselves are their own Jails, 
 And by stoln Pleasure do their sin intail ; 
 Such wandring Tories in unknown Bogs, 
 And busie Urchins are ensafd by Clogs : 
 But well fare that Bird, 
 That sweetly is heard 
 To sing in the contented Cage, 
 Secure from fears, 
 And all the snares 
 Of a Licentious and trepanning Age, 
 
 Passing 
 
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 Passing a calm harmonious Life, 
 Just like an honest Man and Wife. 
 
 A Reply to the Batchelors Satyr retorted. 
 
 LIKE a Cat with her Tail fast hel'd by a Peg, 
 Like a Hog that gruntles when he's ty'd by the 
 Like a gall'd Horse in a Pownd, [leg, 
 
 Or a Ship run a ground : 
 Such is the Man, who ty'd in a Nuptial Nooze, 
 With the proud Stoick, brags 
 Of his Patches, and his Rags 
 And rails at looseness, yet would fain get loose, 
 
 Whereas the Cat, not knowing who vext her, 
 Tooth and nail assaults the thing that is next her ; 
 
 And the soft tye of fixt desire 
 Binds the Hog to the Paradise of his dear Mire : 
 
 The Horse frisks about, 
 
 But cannot get out ; 
 
 And the Anchor gives way 
 
 To the boysterous Sea. 
 Husbands indeed are oft deservedly caught 
 
 In their own Traps, 
 
 By other Claps, 
 Or Midwives, Nurses, Cradles dearly bout. 
 
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 These Felons to themselves are their own Jail : 
 Some on the Parish do their Brats entail, 
 Like Tories from their Wives and Children run, 
 Designing "but to Do, and be Undone : 
 Or else like Hedgehogs under Crabtrees roll, 
 To bring home to their Drabs 
 A burthen of Crabs, 
 And then retire to their Hole. 
 
 But well fare the Owl, 
 
 Of all feather'd Fowl, 
 That in the contented Ivy-bush sings ; 
 
 She dodders all day, 
 While the little birds play, 
 And at midnight she flutters her wings, 
 Hooting out her mopish discontented Life, 
 
 Just like and honest man and Wife. 
 
 On a Wedding. 
 
 HOW pleasant a thing were a Wedding, 
 And a Bedding? 
 If a Man could purchase a Wife 
 
 For a twelvemonth and a day : 
 But to live with her all a mans life, 
 
 For ever and for ay, 
 l Till 
 
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 Till she grows as grey as a Cat : 
 
 Good faith, Mr. Parson, excuse me for that. 
 
 The Answer. 
 
 HOW honest a thing is a Wedding, 
 And a Bedding? 
 If a man but make choice of a virtuous Wife, 
 To live with for aye, 
 Not a month and a day, 
 But to love and to cherish all days of his life, 
 Till both are grown grave, rich, fruitful, and fat : 
 Good sooth (Sir) there needs no excuses for that. 
 And thus against all Syrens safely stands 
 The wise Ulysses tfd with Nuptial Bands. 
 
 Upon His Majesties Picture drawn by a 
 Fair Lady. 
 
 YOUR hand with Nature at a noble strife, 
 Hath paid our Sovereign a great share of Life. 
 Strange fate ! that Charles did ne'r more firmly stand, 
 Then when twice rescu'd by a female hand. 
 Fair Voucher of the Royal Head, which we owe 
 Though first to Madam Lane, yet next to you. 
 
 But 
 
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 But here your glory much doth hers out-vie, 
 
 She us'd disguise, you use discovery : 
 
 And sure there's not so much of Honour shown 
 
 To save by hiding, as by making known : 
 
 Yet hence for you the odds do higher lie, 
 
 She sav'd from Death, you from Mortality • 
 
 Who in despight of fate can give reprieve, 
 
 And in this deathless Image make him live. 
 
 Warwicks great worth must quit the leaves of fame, 
 
 There never was a make-King till you came. 
 
 Had Shebds Queen known thus, she need not roam, 
 
 Sh' had seen the Learned Monarch nearer home. 
 
 how Vandike would fret himself, by you 
 Baffl'd at once in th' Art and Object too ! 
 Nature her self amaz'd, doth scarce yet know 
 For certain, whether, she drew both, or you : 
 And we, seeing so much life in th' Image shown, 
 Fear least it speak, and lay a Claim to th' Crown. 
 And th' vulgar apt to a more gross mistake, 
 Should Charles but for his Pictures Picture take. 
 Who knows what harm might from your pencil come 
 If Painting had not been an Art that's dumb. 
 Wortsters strict search had ceas'd, did Cromwel know 
 How much of Charles your hand could to him show ; 
 And the great Rebel would contented be 
 
 To have him murther'd in this Effigie ; 
 Wherein he doth so much himself appear, 
 
 1 am i' th' Presence whilst I spy him here. 
 
 His 
 
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 His Crown he may from others hands receive, 
 But only you Charles to himself could give. 
 To be thus lively drawn, is th' only thing 
 Could almost make me wish my self a King. 
 
 Go on, Fair Hand, and by a nobler Art 
 Make Charles a Prince compleat in every part : 
 And to the world this rare example show, 
 You can make Kings, and get them Subjects too. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
125 
 
 ENTR' ACTE. 
 
 SAY, shall we pause awhile, or turn the page, 
 That gives a Second Part to our attention ? 
 Let our Appendix Notes your eye engage, 
 
 Wherein we of the Authors make glad mention ; 
 Little of politics to waken rage, 
 
 And less of criticism on bard's invention ; 
 Though against sectaries a war we wage, 
 And choose the King, not Commons, in 
 Dissention. 
 
 Once more our mimic curtain draws aside, 
 
 And shows the Lovers both of court and city ; 
 Not quite the damsels we might seek as Bride, 
 
 Too free in speech, though lively, arch, and 
 witty ; 
 But {entre nous), nice nymphs to sit beside, 
 
 And compliment, for they look young and pretty : 
 As for the men, gay, reckless, oft decried, — 
 
 If you dislike their company, — more's the pity ! 
 
 Christmas, 1874. J.W. E. 
 
Westminster Drollery. 
 
 Part II. 
 
Z&tftminfttx Droller?, 
 
 THE 
 
 SECOND PART, 
 
 BEING 
 
 A Compleat Collection of all 
 
 the Newest and Choicest SONGS 
 
 and POEMS at COURT and 
 
 both the THEATERS. 
 
 By the Author of the FIRST PART, 
 Never Printed before. 
 
 LONDON, 
 
 Printed for William Gilbert at the Half Moon in 
 
 St. Paul's Church-yard. & Tho. Saxbridge at the 
 
 three Flower de Luces in Little Britain, 1672. 
 
These to his honoured Friend, 
 
 the Author of this Book, upon his 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLS. 
 
 HA veing penis' d your Book, I there do find 
 The footsteps of a most Ingenious mind ; 
 Which (traceing) I ne're left, untill I came 
 Unto the knowledge of the Author's Name ; 
 Which having understood, 1 needs must show 
 That due respect I to your Lines doe owe. 
 How easie is it for a man to know 
 Those Songs you made from those Collected too ; 
 Yours like Rich Vyands on a Table set. 
 Invites all Pallats for to last and eat ; 
 Tti others but garnish are, which only serve 
 To feed a hungry stomach least it starve ; 
 Yours like the Sun, when he display es his face, 
 Obscures, and darkens Starrs of meaner Race : 
 So Sir, in every thing you so transcend, 
 That I could wish your Drolls would ne' re have end: 
 A 2 But 
 
But least my youthful Poetry should stray 
 From their intentions, and so lose their way, 
 Fie wish your fame may be as amply known 
 As he desires, who speaks himself your own. 
 
 Ric : Mangie. 
 
 WEST 
 
WESTMINSTER 
 
 DROLLERY 
 
 The late Song at the Dukes House. 
 
 Since we poor slavish women know 
 Our men we cannot pick and choose ; 
 To him we like, why say we no ? 
 We both our time and labour loose : 
 By our put offs, and fond delayes, 
 
 A Lovers Appetite we pall ; 
 And if too long the Gallant stayes, 
 
 His Stomack's gone for good and all. 
 
 Or our impatient Amorous guest 
 
 Unknown to us away may steale, 
 And rather than stay for a feast 
 
 Take up with some course ready meale. 
 When opportunity is kind, 
 
 Let prudent women be so too ; 
 And if a man be to her mind, 
 
 Till, till,- -she must not let him goe. 
 
 The match soon made is happy still, 
 For only love, 'tis best to doe 
 
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 For none should marry 'gainst their will, 
 But stand off when their Parents woe, 
 
 And only to their Suits be coy ; 
 
 For she whom Jointures can obtain 
 
 To let a Fopp her bed injoy, 
 Is but a lawfull wench for gain. 
 
 A late Song called The Resolute Gallant 
 for a second Tryall. 
 
 HOw hard a fate have I that must expire 
 By sudden sparkles Love hath blown to fire : 
 No paine like mine, 'cause fed with discontent, 
 Not knowing how these flames I may prevent. 
 
 Lucindds eyes affection have compel'd, 
 And ever since in thraldome I have dwelt ; 
 Yet which is more, she who's my sole delight 
 Belongs unto another man by right. 
 
 What though she do? bear up dejected mind, 
 She that is faire doth seldome prove unkind ; 
 She may be so, I'le put it to a venture ; 
 Who tryes no Circle, may mistake the Center. 
 
 For joyes themselves are only true when try'd, 
 Fruition is the comfort of a Bride ; 
 
 And 
 
The second Part. 
 
 And how can he enjoy that ne'r doth try, 
 But is disheartned with a Female fie ? 
 
 (When known to most) they willingly resigne 
 What they doe seem as willing to decline, 
 Why then should I desist, Tie try agen, 
 They 'steeme the valiant lover the best of men. 
 
 The Subtil Girle well fitted. 
 The Tune The New Boxy. 
 
 PRethee Cloris tell me how 
 I've been to thee Disloyal ; 
 In love thou know'st who makes a vow, 
 
 'Tis only but on tryal : 
 For had I found, thy graces sound, 
 
 Which first I did discover, 
 There's none shou'd be more kind to thee' 
 Or halfe so true a Lover. 
 
 2. I vow'd 'tis true, I'le tell you how, 
 
 With mental reservation, 
 To try if thou wouldst keep thy vow, 
 
 And find thine Inclination ; 
 But when I saw thou didst withdraw 
 
 Thy faith from me to changing, 
 
 * b 2 Why 
 
Westminster Drollery, 
 
 Why shoul'dst thou blame me for the same 
 To take my swing in ranging. 
 
 3. No Cloris know, the knack I've found 
 Of this thy feigned passion, 
 
 Thow knowst my elder brother's drown'd 
 And chinks with me in fashion ; 
 
 And likewise know, I've made a vow 
 To one did ne're deceive me 
 
 Who in the worst of times she durst 
 Both visit and relieve me. 
 
 4. Then farewell Cloris false and faire, 
 And like thee every woman, 
 
 Nor more will weare thy lock of haire, 
 Thy favours now are common ; 
 
 But I will weare Aminta deare 
 Within my heart for ever, 
 
 Whose faire and kind, and constant mind, 
 To cherish lie endeavour. 
 
 The New Scotch Song. 
 
 ^ IT' tha' do'on be me, mine awn sweet joy, 
 vZ} Thouse quite kill me suedst thou prove coy ; 
 
 Suedst thou prove coy, and not loove me. 
 Where sail I fiend sike a ean as thee. 
 
 Fse 
 
The second Part. 
 
 2. Is'e bin at Weke, and Is'e bin at Faire, 
 
 Yet neer coo'd I find ean with thee to compare ; 
 Oft have I sought, yet ne're cood I find 
 Ean I loov'd like thee, 'gen you prove kind. 
 
 3. Thou'se ha a gay goone, an gea fine, 
 With brave buskins thy feet sail shine, 
 
 With the fin'st floores thy head sail be crownd, 
 An thy pink-patticoat sail be lac't round. 
 
 4. Wee'se gang early to the brooke side, 
 Wee'se catch fishes as they do glide, 
 Ev'ry little fish thy prisner sail be, 
 Thou'se catch them, an Fse catch thee. 
 
 5. Coom lat me kisse thy cherry Lip, an praise 
 Aw the features, a thy sweet face, 
 
 Thy forehead so smooth and lofty doth rise, 
 Thy soft ruddy cheeks, and thy pratty black eyes. 
 
 6. Ise ligg by thee all the caw'd niete, 
 'Thou'se want neathing for thy deleete ; 
 Thouse ha' any thing, thouse ha me, 
 Sure I ha soom thing that'le please thee. 
 
 * b 3 The 
 
Westminster Drollery, 
 
 The Answer to the Scotch Song, and 
 to that Time. 
 
 i. C^ Ibby cryes to the wood, coom follow me, 
 
 \J For I'se have a fiene thing my Billy for thee, 
 It i sike a thing which I mim not tell, 
 Yet I ken Billy thou'se love it well. 
 
 2. Billy cryes, wa is me, and sight vary seare 
 Cause to his Sibby he cood not come neare, 
 At last he tald her with many a greane 
 
 Ise cannot follow Sibby for meerter and steane. 
 
 3. Thou ken'st Billy, I'se loove thee weele, 
 And for thy Love my Patticoat w'ad sell ; 
 
 I'se loove thee dearly wee'le as myne ean mother, 
 Thou'se pull down ean side, & I'se pull down tother. 
 
 4. Sibby gang'd to the Wall to pull it doone, 
 Billy ean the tea-side came there as soone ; 
 
 Then she pul'd doon the steane, & Billy the meerter, 
 That of his pratty Sibby he might be the Peerter. 
 
 The 
 
The second Part. 
 
 The rejected Lover to his Mistriss. 
 
 i. TI THat means this strangeness now of late, 
 
 V V Since time doth truth approve ; 
 Such difference may consist with state, 
 In cannot stand with love. 
 
 2. 'Tis either cunning or distrust, 
 Doth such ways allow ; 
 
 The first is base, the last unjust, 
 Let neither blemish you. 
 
 3. Explaine with unsuspitious looks 
 The Riddles of your mind, 
 
 The eyes are Cupids fortune Books, 
 Where love his fate may find. 
 
 4. If kindness crosse your wisht content, 
 Dismiss it with a frown, 
 
 I'le give thee all the love is spent, 
 The rest shall be my own. 
 
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 The Prologue to Witt without money : being the 
 first Play acted after the Fire. 
 
 C^ O shipwrackt Passengers escape to land, 
 
 vj So look they, when on bare Beach they stand, 
 
 Dropping and cold ; and their first feare scarce o're, 
 
 Expecting famine from a desert shore ; 
 
 From that hard Climate we must wait for bread 
 
 Whence even the Natives forc't by hunger fled. 
 
 Our stage does humane chance present to view, 
 
 But ne're before was seen so sadly true, 
 
 You are chang'd to, and your pretence to see 
 
 Is but a nobler name of charitie. 
 
 Your own provisions furnish out our feasts 
 
 Whilst you the founders make your selves our guests. 
 
 Of all mankind besides Fate had some care, 
 
 But for poor Witt no portion did pj-epare, 
 
 ' Tis left a rent-charge to the brave and f aire. 
 
 You cherisht it, & now its fall you mourne, 
 
 Which blind unmannerd Zealots make their scorne, 
 
 Who think the fire a Judgment on the stage, 
 
 Which spar'd not Temples in its furious rage. 
 
 But as our new-built City rises higher, 
 
 So from old Theaters may new aspire, 
 
 Since Fate contrives magnificence by fire. 
 
 Our 
 
The second Part. 
 
 Our great Metropolis doth farr surpasse, 
 What ere is now, & equald all that was ; 
 Our Witt as far doth forrein wit excell, 
 And hke a king should in a Pallace dwell. 
 But we with golden hopes are vainely fed, 
 Talk high, and entertaine you in a shed : 
 Your presence here, for which we humbly sue, 
 Will grace old T/ieaters, and build up new. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 OF all the briske dames my Selina for me, 
 For I love not a woman unlesse she be free ; 
 The affection that I to my Mistris do pay 
 Grows wear}-, unless she does meet me half way : 
 There can be no pleasure 'till humours do hit, 
 Then Jumping 5 s as good in affection as wit 
 
 No sooner I came, but she lik't me as soone ; 
 
 No sooner I askt, but she granted my boon ; 
 
 And without a preamble, a portion or Jointer, 
 
 She promised to meet me, where e're i'de appoint her ; 
 
 So we struck up a match, and embrac'd each other 
 
 Without the consent of Father or Mother. 
 
 Then away with a Lady that's modest and coy, 
 Let her ends be the pleasure that we do enjoy, 
 
 Let 
 
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 Let her tickle her fancy with secret delight, 
 And refuse all the day, what she longs for at night : 
 I believe my Selina, who shews they'r all mad, 
 To feed on dry bones, when flesh may be had. 
 
 A SONG, 
 
 Give o're foolish heart, and make hast to despare, 
 For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy prayer 
 Which plead for thy passion, thy paines to prolong ; 
 She courts her gittar, and replyes with a Song. 
 No more shall true lovers such beauties adore, 
 Were the gods so severe, men would worship no more. 
 
 No more will I waite like a slave at your doore, 
 I will spend the cold night at the windows no more ; 
 My lungs in long sighs Fie no more exhale, 
 Since your pride is to make me grow sullen & pale ; 
 No more shall Amintas your pitty implore, 
 Were gods so ingrate men, would worship no more. 
 
 No more shall your frowns & free humour perswade 
 To worship the Idol my fancy hath made ; 
 When your Saint's so neglected, your follies give 'ore 
 Your deity's lost, and your beauty's no more ; 
 No more shall true lovers such beauties adore, 
 Were the gods so severe, men would worship no more. 
 
 How 
 
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 How weak are the vowes of a lover in paine 
 When flatter'd with hope, or opprest with disdain ; 
 No sooner my DafiJmeJs bright eyes I review, 
 But all is forgot, and I vow all anew. 
 
 No more fairest Nymph, / will murmur no more. 
 
 Did the Gods seem so fair e, men would ever adore. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 i, /^"^ Orinna false ! it cannot be, 
 
 V^ Let me not hear't againe, 'tis blasphemie, 
 She's divine, 
 Not the Shrine 
 Where the Vestall flames doe shine 
 Holds out a light so constant pure as she. 
 First shall the nights 
 Out-burne those Taper lights 
 Which Emulate the one ey'd day • 
 Phoebus rayes 
 Shall outgaze 
 Titan in his chiefest praise ; 
 Snow shall burne, 
 Floods returne 
 To their Springs, their funerall urne, 
 E're my Corinna's constancy decay. 
 
 Not 
 
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 2. Not innocence it selfe is free 
 From imputation ; and 'twere base in me, 
 Where I find 
 Love combin'd 
 In a heart of one so kind, 
 To injure vertue with Jealousie. 
 Still do I strive 
 To keep my joyes alive 
 And vindicate Corinnds fame, 
 Whilst my brest 
 Doth suggest 
 Thoughts which violate my rest, 
 And my feares 
 Flow in Teares 
 Whilst they wound me through the eares 
 Which cast aspersion on CorinncHs name. 
 
 3. 'Tis sayd, Corinna may it be 
 As false as my affection's true to thee, 
 That thou art ! 
 How my heart 
 Greeves such terrors to impart, 
 Not what thou wast before to me. 
 This, this, destroyes 
 My late triumphant Joyes 
 Which sweld, when in your armes I was intwin'd. 
 
 Love's 
 
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 Loves best wreath 
 
 You did breath, 
 You vowd to be my love till death 
 
 Sealing this 
 
 With that blisse, 
 Whilst with armes, and every word a kiss 
 Our pure soules were as our hearts combin'd 
 
 Last night I walkt into a grove 
 ' Mong shady bowers to bewaile my love, 
 There to find 
 Fate so kind 
 As to ease my pensive mind 
 Or thoughts of my Corinna to remove. 
 But there the Nightingale 
 Had husht her pretty tale, 
 Leaving her ditty's to the Owle, 
 Which made me sad 
 And did adde 
 Fewel to the flame I had : 
 That poore I 
 Now must die 
 Unless Corinnds constancy 
 Takes off this clogg which overwhelmes my soule, 
 
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 The Petiicoate wagge, with the Answer. 
 
 SOME say the world is full of holes, 
 And I think 
 Many a chinke 
 Is unstopt, that were better clos'd, 
 Is now unstopt that were better clos'd. 
 
 To stop them all is more than to build Pauls; 
 Wherefore he 
 That would see 
 How men are in private disposed, 
 How most men are in private disposed 
 Then let him looke the world throughout 
 
 From the oyster-wench to the black bagg, 
 And peepe here, 
 And peepe there, 
 Youl still find the petticoate wagge. 
 
 The Answer. 
 
 OME say the world is full of pelfe ; 
 But I think 
 There's no Chinke. 
 
 Because 
 
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 Because I have so little my selfe, 
 Because I have now so little my selfe. 
 
 Where pockets are full, there men will borrow ; 
 
 But one must 
 
 Never trust 
 For to be pa/d to day or to morrow, 
 For to be pay'd to day or to morrow ; 
 
 But let him look the world throughout 
 From the Usurer to his best friend, 
 
 And ask here, 
 
 And ask there, 
 But the Devil a penny they'l lend 
 
 An Invocation to Cupid, 
 A SONG. 
 
 1. "\ TOV powers that guard loves pleasant Throne 
 
 X And guide our passions by your owne, 
 Send downe, send down that golden dart 
 That makes two Lovers weare one heart. 
 
 2. Sollicite Venus that her doves 
 
 Which through their bills translate their loves, 
 
 May 
 
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 May teach my tender love and I 
 To kisse into a Sympathy. 
 
 Pray Cupid, if it be no sinne 
 ' Gainst nature, for to make a twinne 
 Of our two soules, that the others eyes 
 May see death cozen'd when one dyes. 
 
 If oh you Powers you can implore 
 Thus much from Love, know from your store 
 Two Amorous Turtles shall be freed 
 Which yearly on your Altar bleed. 
 
 A beautifull and great Lady died in March, 
 and was buried in April. 
 
 MAJZCHwith his winds hath struck a Cedar tall. 
 And weeping Apr ill mournes the Cedars fall, 
 And May intends her month no flowres shall bring 
 Sith she must loose the flowre of all the Spring. 
 Then March winds have caused Aprill showers, 
 And yet sad May, must loose her flower of flowres. 
 
 Tom 
 
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 Tom of Bedlam, and to that Tune. 
 A mock to From a dark and dismal state. 
 
 i. ]P^ROM the hagg and hungry Goblin 
 JL That into raggs would rend yee, 
 All the Spirits that stan 
 By the naked man 
 In the book of moons defend yee. 
 That of your five sound Senses 
 
 You never be forsaken, 
 Nor Travel from 
 Your selves with Tom 
 Abroad to begg your Bacon. 
 Chor : Nor never sing, any food any feeding, 
 Money drink or clothing : 
 Come dame or mayd 
 Be not affray d, 
 Poor Tom will injure nothing. 
 
 2. Of 30 bare yeares have I 
 Twice twenty been imaged, 
 And of forty bin 
 Three times fifteene 
 In durance soundly caged. 
 In the lovely lofts of Bedlam, on stubble soft & dainty 
 
 Brave 
 
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 Brave bracelets strong, 
 Sweet whips ding dong 
 And wholsome hunger plenty. 
 Chor. And now I sing, any food, any feeding, 6°r. 
 
 3. With a thought I took for mawdlin, 
 And a cruse of cockle pottage 
 
 And a thing thus tall 
 
 (Skye blesse you all) 
 I fell into this dotage. 
 I slept not since the conquest, 
 'Till then I never waked, 
 
 Till the Roguish Boy 
 Of Love where I lay 
 Me found, and stript me naked. 
 Chor .• And made me sing, any food, &>c* 
 
 4. When short I have shorne my Sowes face. 
 And swigg'd my horned barrell, 
 In an Oaken Inne, 
 Doe I pawn my skin, 
 As a suit of gilt apparel. 
 The Moon's my constant Mistris, 
 
 And the lovely Owle my morrow, 
 The flaming drake, 
 And the night-crow make 
 Me musick to my sorrow. 
 Chor : While there I sing any food 6°<r. 
 
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 5. The Palsy plague these pounces, 
 
 When I prigg your piggs or pullen, 
 Your Culvers take, 
 Or matelesse make 
 Your Chanticleare, and sullen. 
 When I want provant, with Humphry I sup ; 
 And when benighted, 
 To repose in Pauks, 
 With walking soules, 
 I never am affrighted. 
 Chor : But still do I sing, any food &*c. 
 
 6. I know more than Apollo, 
 
 For oft when he lies sleeping, 
 I behold the Starrs 
 At mortall warrs, 
 And the wounded Welkin weeping ; 
 The Moon embrace her shepheard, 
 
 And the queen of Love her warriour, 
 Whilst the first doth home, 
 The starre of the morne, 
 And the next the heavenly Farrier. 
 
 7. The Gipsy Snap, and Tedro, 
 
 Are none of Tonis Comrados, 
 
 The 
 
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 The Punke I scorne, 
 And the Cutpurse sworne, 
 And the roaring-boyes bravadoes. 
 The sober white, and gentle, 
 
 Me trace, or touch, and spare not; 
 But those that cross 
 Tom's Rhinoceros 
 Do what the Panther dare not. 
 Chor : Although I sing, any food &*c. 
 
 8. With a heart of furious fancies, 
 Whereof I am commander, 
 
 With a burning speare, 
 And a horse of Aire, 
 To the wilderness I wander ; 
 With a Knight of Ghosts and shaddowes, 
 I summon'd am to Tourney, 
 Ten leagues beyond, 
 The wide worlds end, 
 Methinks it is no journey. 
 Chor : All while I sing, 
 
 Any food any feeding, 
 
 Mony drink or clothing, 
 
 Come dame or mayd 
 
 Be not affray d 
 
 Poor Tom will injure nothing. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Oakerman. 
 
 To the Tune of Tom of Bedlam. 
 
 1. 'TpHE Starr that shines by day light, 
 X And his Love the midnight walker, 
 Well guard Red-Jack, 
 With his Purple-pack 
 Of right Northumbrian Auker. 
 Chor : While here I sing, 
 
 Any marke, any marking, 
 Marking red or yellow, 
 Come, come, and buy, or say ye why, 
 You de7iy so brave a fellow. 
 
 2. Full off a 10 dayes Journey 
 
 Into the earth I venture, 
 To shew bright day, 
 Old Adams clay, 
 From the Long benighted center, 
 Chor : And then I sing, any mark &c. 
 
 3. From the Rugged lie of Orkney, 
 
 Where the Redshanke walkes the Marish 
 Not a Towne of Count 
 To the Magog-mount, 
 Not a Village Ham or parish, 
 Chor : But then I sing, any marke &>c. 
 
 4. The 
 
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 4. The Curtaild Curr and Mastiffe, 
 
 With this Twig I charm from barking ) 
 
 From Packhorse feete, 
 
 And wells in street, 
 I preserve your Babes with marking. 
 Chor : While there 1 sing, Any marke &*c. 
 
 5. The Blank denier, and Stiver, 
 
 To Gold I turn with wearing 
 And a six-penny pot, 
 For a scarlet groat 
 Eedie fills me without swearing. 
 Chor : While I do sing any mark &>e. 
 
 6. Besides the Mort I marry'd, 
 
 With whom I sometimes slumber, 
 ' Tway loves have I, 
 And one ligg by, 
 So we are five in number, 
 Chor : And we do sing any marke &c. 
 
 7. Not one of all my Doxyes, 
 
 So fruitless is or sterril, 
 
 But breeds young bones, 
 And marking stones 
 To your Poultreys further perril. 
 Chor : When they shall sing any marke &>c. 
 
 8. Will 
 
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 8. Will you red-stones have to Tawny 
 
 Your Lambskins or your weathers, 
 
 Will ye Bole as good, 
 
 For a flux of blood, 
 As the fume of Capons feathers. 
 Chor : Of these I sing any mark &*c. 
 
 9. Will you Lead to Pounce your paintings, 
 
 Any Peakish whetstones will ye, 
 
 Will ye heavenly Blewes, 
 . Or Ceruse use, 
 That scornes to wooe the Lilly. 
 Chor : Of what I sing, any ?nark &*c. 
 
 10. The Belgian does not scorne me, 
 
 Nor I the Ethiopian, 
 
 I am both one man, 
 
 To the American, 
 And the white and faire European. 
 Chor : Although I sing, any mark, &>c. 
 
 11. The fiery Mars his Minion, 
 By the Twilight might me follow ; 
 In a morning Scene, 
 To the Mornings Queen e, 
 She might take me for Apollo. 
 Chor : But that I sing, any mark &*c. 
 
 12. But 
 
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 12. But as disdain'd of fortune, 
 Disdaine I shift and sharking, 
 No loves but these, 
 Do my fancy please, 
 No delight, or life to marking. 
 Chor : Wherefore I sing 
 
 Any marking 
 
 Marking red and yellow, 
 Come, come, and buy, 
 Or say you why, 
 You deny so brave a fellow. 
 
 Old Soldiers. 
 
 i. /^\F old Soldiers the Song you would heare, 
 
 V^/ And we old Fidlers have forgot who they were 
 But all we remember shall come to your Eare, 
 Chor : Thai we are Old Soldiers of the Queens 
 And the Quee?is Old Soldiers. 
 
 2. With an old Drake that was the next man, 
 To old Franciscus (who first it began) 
 To saile through the Streights of Magellan, 
 Chor : Like an old Soldier &*c. 
 
 3. That 
 
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 3. That put the Proud Spanish Armado to wrack, 
 And Travel'd all ore the old world, and came back 
 In his old Ship, laden with Gold and old Sack, 
 Cho : Like an old &>c. 
 
 4. With an Old Candish that seconded him, 
 And taught his old Sailes the same passage to swim, 
 And did them therefore with Cloth of Gold Trim, 
 Like an old &>c. 
 
 5. With an old Rawleigh that twice and agen, 
 Saild over most part of the Seas, and then 
 Traveled all ore the old World with his Pen, 
 And an Old &=e. 
 
 With an old yohn Norreys the Generall 
 That at old Gaunt made his fame Immortall, 
 In spight of his foes with no losse at all, 
 Like an old Soldier &>e. 
 
 7. Like old Brest-fort an Invincible thing, [King, 
 
 When the old Queen sent him to help the French 
 Took from the proud foe to the worlds wondring, 
 As an old &*e. 
 
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 Where an old stout Fryer as goes the story, 
 Came to push a Pike with him in vain glory, 
 But he was almost sent to his own Purgatory 
 By this old souldier &c. 
 
 With an old Ned Norreys that kept Ostend > 
 A terrour to foe, and a refuge to freind, 
 And left it Impregnable to his last end, 
 Like an old Souldier &>c. 
 
 That in the old unfortunate voyage of all, 
 Marcht ore the old Bridge, and knockt at the wall 
 Of Lisbon the Mistris of Portugall, 
 Like an old souldier &>c. 
 
 With an old Tom Norreys by the old Queen sent, 
 Of Munster in Lreland Lord President, 
 Where his dayes and his blood in her service he spent, 
 Like an old souldier &>c. 
 
 With an old Harry Norreys in battel wounded 
 In his Knee, whose Legg was cut off ; and he sed 
 You have spil'd my Dancing, and dyed in his bed. 
 An old Souldier &>c. 
 
 With 
 
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 With an old Will Norreys the oldest of all, 
 Who went voluntary without any call, 
 To 'th old Irish Wars to's fame Immortall, 
 Like an old Soldier &c. 
 
 With an old Maximilian Norreys the last 
 Of six old brothers, whose fame the time past 
 Could never yet match, nor shall future time wast 
 He was an old soldier &*c 
 
 With an old Dick Wenman the first (in his prime) 
 That over the walls of old Gales did climbe, 
 And therefore was Knighted, and liv'd all his time/ 
 An old souldier &>c. 
 
 (thrown, 
 With an old Nando Wenman when Brest was ore- 
 Into th' Aire, into th' Seas with Gunpowder blown, 
 Yet bravely recovering, long after was known, 
 An old souldier &*c. 
 
 With an old Tom Wenman, whose bravest delight 
 Was in a good cause for his Country to fight, 
 And dyed in Ireland a good old Knight, 
 A?id an old souldier &*c. 
 
 With 
 
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 With a young Ned Wenman so valiant and bold, 
 In the warrs of Bohemia; as with the old 
 Deserves for his valour to be Inrold, 
 An old &>c. 
 
 And thus of old Soldiers hear ye the fame, 
 But never so many of one house and name, 
 And all of old John Lord Williams of Thame, 
 Chor : An Old Souldier of the Queens, 
 And the Queens old Soldier. 
 
 A Woers Expostulation. 
 
 i. A LI day do I sit inventing, 
 
 Jr\. While I live so single alone, 
 Which way to Wed to my contenting, 
 
 And yet can resolve upon none. 
 There's a wench whose wealth would inrich me, 
 
 But she not delights me ; 
 There's anothers eyes do bewitch me, 
 But her fashion frights me. 
 He that herein 
 Has a traveller bin 
 And at length in his Longing sped. 
 What shall I doe, 
 Tell me who I shall woe, 
 For I long to be lustily wed. 
 
 2. Shall 
 
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 2. Shall I with a Widdow marry ; 
 
 No, no, she such watch will beare 
 To spy how my selfe I doe carry, 
 
 I shall always live in feare. 
 Shall I to a mayd be a wooer, 
 
 Maydens are lov'd of many, 
 Knowing not to whom to be sure, 
 Are unsure to any. 
 
 Marry with youth, 
 There is love without truth, 
 For the young cannot long be just, 
 And Age if I prove ; 
 There is truth without Love, 
 For the Old are too cold to Lust. 
 
 The Resolution. 
 
 1. T Dye \ when as I do not see 
 
 L Her, who is my life, and all to me ; 
 
 And when I see her then I dye 
 
 In seeing of her cruelty, 
 
 So that to me like misery is wrought, 
 Both when I see, and when I see her not. 
 
 2. Shall I in silence mourn and grieve? 
 Who silent sorrowes will relieve ? 
 
 In speaking not my heart will rend, 
 And speaking I may her offend. 
 
 So 
 
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 So that Hwixt Love and death my heart is shot 
 With equall darts, speak I, or speak I not. 
 
 3. Since life and death is in her Eye, 
 If her I not behold, I dye ; 
 
 And if I look on her she kills, 
 
 Tie chuse the least of two such ills ; 
 
 Though both be hard, this is the easier lot, 
 To dye and see, than dye and see her not. 
 
 4. Yet when I see her I shall speak ; 
 For if I speak not, heart will break ; 
 And if I speak I can but dye, 
 
 Of two such ills the least i'le trye ; 
 
 Who dyes unseen or dumb is soon forgot, 
 Tie see and speak the?i, dye, or dye I not. 
 
 Love, himself e in Love. 
 
 1. A Sin May the little god of love 
 
 J~\. Forsook his Mothers rosy rest, 
 To play, to wanton, and to rove 
 
 His quiver where it pleas'd him best. 
 Wanting sport 
 In idle sort, 
 
 An 
 
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 An arrow where he could not tell 
 
 From him glanced, 
 
 So it chanced 
 Love thereby in Love befell. 
 
 2. In sad Teares he to his mother pray'd 
 
 (to seek his shaft) to lend him eyes, 
 Which she grants : a bright and lovely [Mayd,] 
 Love taking up his dart espies ; 
 
 But poore lad 
 
 He better had 
 Neer seen at all. then now too well, 
 
 For being strook, 
 
 With her faire look 
 Love himselfe in love befell. 
 
 3. She too true a chastity embrac'd, 
 
 And from Loves courtship, and his mone 
 Nicely flew ; but when his houre was pass'd 
 His sorrow with his sight was gone. 
 With us swaines, 
 She now remaines ; 
 And every shepheards boy can tell, 
 This is she 
 That love did see 
 Who seeing her in love befell. 
 
 5. Simple 
 
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 4. Some thus wish, that Love had never shot, 
 
 (That thereof with him feel the woe) 
 Some dispute that Love a God is not, 
 
 And think that beauty beares the bow, 
 
 Since this mayd, 
 
 Without his ayd, 
 Doth her beholders all compell, 
 
 Now to fall 
 
 Into that thrall 
 Where Love himself in Love befell. 
 
 5. Simple Swaines could wish their eys were blind 
 
 For in her speech and every grace, 
 Are such chaines to captivate the mind, 
 They love her that ne're saw her face. 
 
 Liking lyes 
 
 Not all in Eyes, 
 Nor Charmes in Cheeks do only dwell, 
 
 Love had power, 
 
 But for an houre, 
 To see, and so in love befell. 
 
 6. Since in troope of many wretched men 
 
 I her inchanting looks survay'd, 
 Though I droop, I languish, yet agen, 
 To see, and yet to see affrayd. 
 
 But 
 
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 But O why, 
 With shame should I 
 Consume for what I love so well ; 
 First Tie try 
 Her love, and dye 
 With fame, where love in love befell. 
 
 The Matchlesse Maid, 
 
 A Midst the merry May, 
 When wantons would a playing, 
 A Girle as any gay 
 
 That had no mind a Maying, 
 By a cleare 
 
 Fountain brim, 
 Shedding teares, 
 Shaming him, 
 Sate, and said, are all they 
 With their Mates gone to May, 
 And on a Sun-shiny day 
 Must I be cast away, 
 
 0, to dye a Maid. 
 
 2. One hand she laid to calme 
 
 Her brest that ever panted, 
 And on her other palme 
 
 Her dewy Cheek she planted. 
 
 All 
 
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 All a loft 
 Covered ore 
 With the soft silks she wore, 
 And underneath a bed 
 Of Lillyes had she spred 
 Whereon she was, she sed 
 Fully determined 
 
 O to dye a Maid. 
 
 3. Is't love, quoth she, or lot, 
 
 Whose fault I am not mated ? 
 Has Cupid me forgot, 
 
 Will fortune have me hated ? 
 O ill men 
 
 Though ye be 
 Fewer then 
 Wretched we; 
 Must I needs be one, 
 For whom there mate is none, 
 None need her death bemone 
 (Than) that was borne alone, 
 O, to dye a Made. 
 
 4. And so into a swound 
 She fell ; and in a trembling 
 Fell I, when as I found 
 A maid ; & no dissembling ; 
 
 To 
 
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 To her quick 
 
 Did I stepp, 
 Felt her thick 
 Pulses leap, 
 Brake her blew Belt in twaine, 
 Into her cheeks againe, 
 Kist that Vermilion stain, 
 Nature did ne're ordaine. 
 O to dye a Maid. 
 
 5. But like to him that wrought 
 
 A face that him Inchanted, 
 And life for it besought, 
 Which Cytherea granted, 
 Fared I 
 
 (fool) that should 
 Let her dye 
 
 When she would. 
 For with that soul she brought, 
 Back from the shades she sought, 
 Am I now deeply caught 
 In love, that ever thought 
 O to die a Maid. 
 
 One 
 
 \ 
 
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 One and his Mistris a dying. 
 
 i. OHall we die, 
 
 w3 Both thou and I, 
 And leave the world behind us ; 
 
 Come I say 
 
 And lets away, 
 For no body here doth mind us. 
 
 2. Why do we gape, 
 We cannot scape 
 
 The doom that is assign'd us ; 
 
 When we are in grave, 
 
 Although we rave, 
 There no body needs to bind us. 
 
 3. The Clark shall sing, 
 The Sexton ring, 
 
 And old wives they shall wind us, 
 
 The .Priest shall lay 
 
 Our bones in clay, 
 And no body there shall find us. 
 
 4. Farewel wits, 
 And folly's fits, 
 
 And griefs that often pin'd us. 
 
 When 
 
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 When we are dead, 
 We'l take no heed 
 What no body says behind us. 
 
 5. Merry nights, 
 
 And false delights 
 Adieu, ye did but blind us ; 
 
 We must to mold, 
 
 Both young and old, 
 Till no body's left behind us. 
 
 A Dialogue between a man (in 
 
 Garrison) and his wife (with her 
 company) storming without. 
 
 The Tune The Devils Dream. 
 
 1. Man T T Ark, hark, the Doggs do bark, 
 X J. My Wife is coming in 
 With Rogues and Jades, 
 And roaring blades, 
 They make a devillish din. 
 
 * E Woman 
 
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 Woman. 2. Knock, knock, 'tis twelve a clock. 
 The Watch will come anon, 
 And then shall wee 
 All be free 
 Of the Gate house every one. 
 
 Man. 3. Hold, hold, who is that so bold 
 That dares to force my doores, 
 There is no roome 
 For such a scum 
 Of arrant Rogues and Whores. 
 
 Woman. 4. See, see, this Cuckold he 
 Denyes to let us in, 
 Let's force the house, 
 Drink and carouse, 
 And make him sit and spia 
 
 Man. 5. So, so, Pme glad I know 
 
 Your mind, I will provide 
 A Bride-well Bunne 
 For every one, 
 And lodging there beside. 
 
 Woman, 6. Run, run, lets all be gon, 
 The Watch is coming by, 
 
 They 
 
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 They bid 'em stand, 
 Away they ran 
 As fast as they could hey. 
 
 Man. 7. Watch, watch, I prethee catch 
 Some of that flying crew, 
 Heres money for ye, 
 They for it tarry, 
 Mean while away they flew. 
 
 A Late Poem by a Person of Quality. 
 
 WHat dire Aspects wore the inraged skie 
 At the curst moment of my birth : O why 
 Did envious Fate prolong my loathsome age, 
 Since all mankind, yea all the Gods ingage 
 To bend their never-ceasing spight on me alone, 
 Am I the center of their envy grown ? 
 Am I the man 
 
 On whom they all their venom'd weapons try 
 Made for their sport, and mankinds mockery, 
 Or was't ye Gods that you did me create 
 Only to make me thus unfortunate ? 
 Or do I owe a being to some other powers 
 Who'l make me able to deride all yours ? 
 
 If 
 
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 If so, 
 
 From these unknown Patrons Fie obtaine 
 
 A power to stay your deem'd eternall reigne, 
 
 I'le ravish Nature, from which rape shall come 
 
 A Race, shall mine your ill-guarded throne ; 
 
 Rocks, hills, and mountaines, wee'l fling at the Skye ; 
 
 Whole torne up Regions in Joves face shall fly. 
 
 Wee'l draine the Seas 
 
 With hills of water, quench the angry starrs ; 
 
 Nor will we put an end to these just wars, 
 
 Till conquered Jove shall learne to obey, 
 
 And I more powerfull shall his Scepter sway ; 
 
 The heavens to their first source shall then returne, 
 
 The Earth to her Autumnal being run : 
 
 And stubborne mankind I will new create : 
 
 On all I will impose new lawes of Fate. 
 
 On Women. 
 
 WOmen are called Eves, 
 Because they came from Adams wife, 
 Put to / h , and they are Theeves, 
 
 They rob men of a merry life ; 
 Put I s to Eve, and then they're Evils, 
 Put d before evills, and then they are Devils : 
 And thus our Eves are made theeves, and theeves are evils 
 And angry Women are a thousand times worse than 
 Devils. The 
 
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 The Valentine. 
 
 1. AS youthfull day put on his best 
 j[\_ Attire to usher morne, 
 
 And she to greet her glorious guest 
 
 Did her faire selfe adorne ; 
 Up did I rise, and hid mine eyes 
 As I went through the street, 
 Least I should one that I despise 
 Before a fairer meet ; 
 And why 
 Was I, 
 Think you so nice and fine, 
 Well did I wot, 
 Who wotts it not, 
 It was St Valentine. 
 
 2. In fields by Phoebus great with young 
 
 Of Flower's and hopefull budds, 
 Resembling thoughts that freshly sprung 
 
 In lovers lively bloods, 
 A dam'sel faire and fine I saw, 
 
 So faire and finely dight, 
 As put my heart almost in aw 
 
 To attempt a mate so bright : 
 But O, 
 Why so, 
 Her purpose was like mine, 
 And readily, 
 She said as I 
 Good morrow Vale?itine. 
 
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 3. A Faire of love we kept a while, 
 
 She for each word I said 
 Gave me two smiles, and for each smile 
 
 I her two kisses pay'd. 
 The Violet made hast to appear 
 
 To be her bosome guest, 
 With first Primrose that grew this year 
 
 I purchast from her brest ; 
 To me, gave she, her golden lock for mine ; 
 My ring of Jet, 
 For her Bracelet, 
 I gave my Valentine, 
 
 4. Subscribed with a line of love, 
 
 My name for her I wrote ; 
 In silke forme her name she wove, 
 
 Whereto this was her mot - - 
 As shall this year thy truth appear 
 
 I still my dear am thine : 
 Your mate to day, and Love for aye, 
 If you so say, was mine. 
 While thus, on us, each others favours shine, 
 No more have we to change, quoth she, 
 
 Now farewell Valentine. 
 
 5. Alas, said I, let freinds not seeme 
 
 Between themselves so strange, 
 
 The 
 
The second Part. 43 
 
 The Jewels both we dear'st esteeme 
 
 You know are yet to change : 
 She answers no, yet smiles as though 
 Her tongue her thought denyes ; 
 Who truth of maidens mind will know, 
 Must seek it in her Eyes. 
 She blusht, 
 I wisht, 
 Her heart as free as mine, 
 She sight and sware, 
 Insooth you are 
 Too wanton Valentine. 
 
 6. Yet I such further favour won 
 
 By suit and pleasing play, 
 She vow'd what now was left undone, 
 
 Should finisht be in May. 
 And though perplex'd with such delay, 
 
 As more augments desire, 
 'Twixt present griefe, and promis'd Joy, 
 I from my Mate retire : 
 If she 
 To me 
 Preserve her vowes divine 
 And constant troth, 
 She shall be both 
 
 My Love and Valentine. 
 
 On 
 
44 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 On Thirsis and Phillis. 
 
 YOung Thirsis the shepheard, that wont was to 
 So delightfull flocks and faire, [keep 
 
 Sets eyes upon Phillis, and lets go the Sheep 
 To wander he knows not where. 
 The cropping of Lilly >es, 
 Was as became Phillis, 
 That seem'd with her brow to compare ; 
 The tuning of Verses, 
 Was as became Thirsis, 
 That more did her beauty declare. 
 
 2. Why lik'st thou those flowers that are not like thee, 
 
 Thou art far more fresh and gay, 
 Or if thou lov'st Lillyes why lov'st thou not me 
 That am Love-sick and pale as they ? 
 Thy bosome faire Phillis 
 Yeilds lovlyer Lillyes 
 Surpassing the sweetness of those, 
 Whose beauty so pierces 
 The poor heart of Thirsis 
 That these more resemble his woes. 
 
 3. Art 
 
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 3. Art thou a Shepherdess, and yet too good 
 For a Shepheard to be thy mate ? 
 
 If wanton opinion, or purenesse of blood, 
 Doth make thee disdaine thy estate, 
 Let Thirsts pluck Lillyes, 
 And feed flocks for Phillis 
 For her love his duty to show, 
 Whilst Phillis rehearses, 
 The Poesies of Thirsis 
 In his love her beauty to know. 
 
 4. If Coridons jealousie cannot admit 
 Young Thirsis his rival to be, 
 
 Thy heart is too young to be singular yet, 
 And too old to be lov'd is he. 
 
 Then try what the skill is 
 
 Of young men faire Phillis 
 Ere age thou dost simply retaine ; 
 
 If any love pierces 
 
 Thee deeper than Thirsis, 
 Let Thirsis love Phillis in vaine. 
 
 5. Thus Thirsis went, on but Phillis more wise 
 Conceales the delight she find, 
 
 For women their likings have skill to disguise, 
 But men cannot masque their minds. 
 
 He 
 
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 He mounts where the hill is, 
 The proud hill where Phillis, 
 
 Is wonted to rest with her sheep, 
 And with his flock Thirsts, 
 So seldome converses, 
 
 We think he with Phillis doth keep. 
 
 A Song 
 
 1. ' 1 ^O love thee without flattery were a sin, 
 
 X Since thou art all Inconstancy within, 
 Thy heart is govern'd only by thine Eyes, 
 The newest object is thy richest prize, 
 Love me then just as I love thee, 
 That's Hill a fairer I can see. 
 
 2. I hate this constant doating on a Face, 
 Content ne're dwells a week in any place ; 
 Why then should you and I love one another 
 Longer than we can our fancy smother ; 
 
 Love me then just as Llove thee, 
 That's 'till a fairer 1 can see. 
 
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 A Song. 
 
 i. T X 7* Hen Thirsts did the splendid Eye 
 V V Of Phillis his faire Mistris spye, 
 Was ever such a glorious Queen 
 Said he, unlesse above, twere seen. 
 
 2. Fair Phillis with a blushing aire, 
 Hearing those words became more faire ; 
 Away, says he, you need not take 
 Fresh beauty, you more fair to make. 
 
 3. Then with a winning smile and looke, 
 His candid flattery she took ; 
 
 O stay, sayd he, 'tis done I vow, 
 Thirsis is captivated now. 
 
 A Catch for three Voices, made from a true Story. 
 
 1. A Knot of good fellowes were making moane, 
 a\ Their meeting was spoild, their pig was gon. 
 Whee, quoth a Frenchman to Joan, its dark, 
 Hark there, cryes Mounseir, Pig, weel make him pork ; 
 They caught him, & stuck him, wee* wee*, what you do 
 To serve you like the mother of the meaz'ld sow ? 
 
 Begar 
 
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 Begar me no Bacon, you English dogge ; 
 Weeh, weeh, you raskall Frenchman, wee'l dresse you 
 
 [like a hogg ? 
 They kept such a weehing that home came the Pigg, 
 Which made them all dance, and drinke as long as 
 
 [they could swig, 
 They cry the Mounseir pardon, & forth let him pass 
 No more for a Pigge, but now for an Asse. 
 
 A Catch of j Parts 
 
 i. TV l\ Y Mistriss will not be content to take a Jest, 
 
 1 VI I mean a Jest as Chaucer meant : 
 But following still the Womens fashion, 
 Allowes it, allowes it, in the last translation ; 
 For with the word shee'l not dispence, 
 And yet, and yet, and yet, I know she loves the sence. 
 
 H 
 
 On Loyalty in the Cavaliers. 
 
 E that is a cleare 
 Cavalier 
 
 Will not repine, 
 Although his fortune grow 
 So very low 
 
 That he cannot get wine. 
 
 Fortune 
 
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 Fortune is a Lass, 
 
 She will embrace, 
 And strait destroy \ 
 Free-borne Loyaltie 
 Will ever be, 
 
 Sing Vive le Roy. 
 Chorus. 
 Vertue is her own reward, and fortune is a Whore, 
 
 There's none but knaves and fools regard 
 Her, or do her power implore. 
 A reall honest man, 
 Might a' bin utterly undone, 
 To show his Allegiance, 
 His love and obedience ; 
 
 Honour will raise him up, 
 And still praise him up, 
 Virtue stayes him up, 
 Whilst your Loose Courtiers dine 
 With their full Bowles of Wine, 
 
 Honour will stick to it fast ; [nour move ; 
 And he that fights for love, doth in the way of ho- 
 He that is a true Roger, and hath served his King, 
 Although he be a ragged Souldier ; 
 
 Whilst those that make sport of us, 
 May become short of us, 
 
 Fate will flatter e'm, and will scatter e'm, 
 
 Whilst 
 
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 Whilst that Loyalty 
 Waits on Royalty, 
 He that waits peacefully, 
 May be successfully 
 Crown' d with Crowns at last. 
 
 2. Firmly let us then 
 Be honest men 
 And kick at fate, 
 
 We shall live to see 
 Loyal tie, 
 Valued at a high rate. 
 He that bears a word 
 Or a sword, 
 
 'Gainst the Throne, 
 
 Or doth prophanely prate 
 To wrong the State, 
 Hath but little for his own. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 What though the Plumes of painted Players, 
 
 Be the prosperous men, 
 Yet wee'l attend our own affaires, 
 
 When we come to't agen. 
 Treachery may be fac't with light, 
 
 And leachery lin'd with furre, 
 
 A 
 
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 A Cuckold may be made a Knight, 
 'Tis fortune de la gar ; 
 
 But what is that to us boyes, 
 That now are honest men ? 
 Wee'l conquer and come agen, 
 Beat up the drum agen, 
 Hey for Cavaliers, 
 Joy for Cavaliers, 
 Pray for Cavaliers, 
 Dub a dub dub, 
 Have at old Belzebub, 
 
 Oliver stinks for fear. 
 Fift-Monarchy must down-boyes 
 And every Sect in Town 
 Wee'l rally and to't agen, 
 Give 'em the rout agen, 
 When they come agen, 
 Charge 'em home agen, 
 Face to the right about, tantararara, 
 
 This is the life of an honest poor Cavalier. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Irish Footmans, O hone. 
 
 i. TV T Ow Chree'st me save, 
 
 1- \| Poor Irish Knave, O hone, O hone, 
 
 Round about, 
 The Town throughout, 
 
 Is poor Shone gone, 
 Mayster to find, 
 Loving and kind, 
 But Shone to his mind is ne're the neare, 
 Shone can find none here, 
 Which makes him cry for feare 
 
 O hone, O hone. 
 Shone being poore, 
 Him's foot being sore, 
 For which hee'l no more 
 
 Trot about, 
 To find mayster out, 
 Fait I'le rather go without And cry O ho?ie. 
 
 2. I was so crost, 
 That I was forc't, 
 To go barefoot, 
 With stripes to boot, 
 
 And no shooes none. 
 Nill English could I speak, 
 My mind for to break, 
 
 And 
 
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 And many laught to hear the moane I made, 
 
 And I like a tyr'd Jade, 
 
 That had no worke nor Trade 
 
 But crtfd O hone. 
 'Cause Church to go, 
 
 Whither I'de or no, 
 
 He dye or do so, 
 
 Grace a Chreest ; 
 
 For I love Popish Preest 
 
 A poor Catholick thou seest, O hone. O hone. 
 
 3. Good honest Shone, 
 Make no more moane, 
 
 For thy [ ] lost, [Master] ? 
 
 I do intend, 
 Something to spend 
 
 On Catholicks thus crost ; 
 Take this small gift, 
 And with it make a shift, 
 And be not thou bereft ; 
 Of thy mind ; 
 Although he was unkind, 
 
 To leave thee thus behind, To cry O hone. 
 
 Here take this Beer, and with it make good cheere, 
 Nothing's for thee too deare ; so a due, 
 Be constant still and true, 
 
 This country do not rue, Nor cry O hone, 
 
 4 Good 
 
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 4. Good Shentlemen, 
 That do intend, 
 To help poore Shone at's need ; 
 My Patron here, 
 Has given me Beer, 
 And meat whereon to feed, 
 
 Yea and moneys too, 
 So I hope that you, 
 Will do as he did do, 
 For my reliefe, 
 To ease my pain & griefe. 
 He eat no powder'd beef, 
 What e're ensue, 
 But I will keep my fast, 
 As I did in times past, 
 To get more stomack for my hungiy throat, 
 And when for friends I sought, 
 They call'd me all te're naught [.] 
 
 Song. 
 
 I Went to the Tavern, and then, 
 I went to the Tavern, and then, 
 I had good store of Wine, 
 And my cap full of coyne 
 
 And the world went well with me then, then, 
 And the world went well with me then. 
 
 2. I 
 
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 2. I went to the Tavern agen, 
 Where I ran on the score 
 And was turn'd out o' th' door, 
 
 And the world went ill with me then, then, &»c* 
 
 3. When I was a Bachelor then, 
 I had a Saddle and a Horse, 
 And I took my own course, 
 
 And the world went well with me then, then, &*c. 
 
 4. But when I was marry'd ; O then 
 My Horse and my Saddle 
 Were turn'd to a Cradle, 
 
 And the world went ill with me then, tlien, &>c. 
 
 5. When I brought her home mony, then 
 She never would pout, 
 
 But clip me about, 
 And the world we Jit well with me then, then, &*c. 
 
 6. But when I was drunk, O then, 
 She'd kick, she'd fling, 
 
 Till she made the house ring, 
 And the world went ill with me then, then &>& 
 
 7. So 
 
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 7. So I turn'd her away, and then, 
 
 I got me a Miss, 
 To clip and to kiss, 
 
 And the world went ill, &c. 
 
 8. But the Pariter came, and then 
 
 I was calPd to the Court, 
 Where I pay'd for my sport, 
 
 And the world went ill &>c. 
 
 9. I took my Wife home agen, 
 
 But I chang'd her note, 
 For I cut her throat, 
 
 And the world went well with me then, &>c. 
 
 10. But when it was known, O then, 
 
 In a two wheeld Charret, 
 To Tiburn I was carry'd, 
 
 And the world went ill, &>c. 
 
 11. But when I came there, O then, 
 
 They forc't me to swing 
 To heaven in a string, 
 And the world went well with me then, then, 
 And the world went well with me then. 
 
 The 
 
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 TJie Moons Love. ■ 
 i. r I A He Moon in her pride, 
 
 X Once glanced aside 
 Her eyes, and espied 
 
 The day ; 
 As unto his bed, 
 In wastcoat of red, 
 Faire Phcebus him led 
 The way ; 
 Such changes of thought, 
 In her chastitie wTought, 
 That thus she besought the boy, 
 O tarry 
 And Marry 
 The Starry Diana, 
 That will be thy Jem and Joy. 
 
 2. I will be as bright 
 At noon as at night, 
 If that may delight 
 
 The day ; 
 Come hither and joine 
 Thy glories with mine, 
 Together wee'l shine 
 
 For aye. 
 The night shall be noon, 
 And every moon 
 As pleasant as June 
 
 Or May ; 
 
 O tarry and marry &>c. 3. En- 
 
58 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 3. Enamour'd of none 
 I live chast and alone, 
 Though courted of one, 
 
 Some say ; 
 And true if it were 
 So frivolous feare 
 Let never my dear 
 
 Dismay, 
 I'le change my opinion, 
 And turne my old Minion, 
 The Sleepy Endimion 
 
 Away, 
 
 O tarry and marry, ore. 
 
 4. And but that the night, 
 Should have wanted her light 
 Or lovers in sight 
 
 Should play, 
 Or Phcebus should shame 
 To bestow such a dame 
 (With a dow'r of his flame) 
 
 On a Boy, 
 Or day should appear, 
 Eternally here, 
 And night otherwhere, 
 
 The day 
 
 Had 
 
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 Had tarry'd, 
 And marry'd, 
 The starry'd Diana, 
 And she been his Jem and his Joy. 
 
 On Dulcina. 
 
 1. A Sat noone Dulcina rested, 
 J~\. In her sweet and shady bower, 
 
 Came a shepheard and requested, 
 In her lapp to sleep an houre ; 
 
 But from her look, 
 
 A wound he took 
 So deep, that for a further boon, 
 
 The Nimph he prayes, 
 
 Whereto she sayes, 
 Foregoe me now, come to me soone. 
 
 2. But in vaine did she conjure him, 
 To depart her presence so, 
 
 Having a thousand tongues to allure him, 
 And but one to bid him go. 
 
 Where lipps invite, 
 
 And eyes delight, 
 And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, 
 
 /'erswade to stay, 
 
 What boots her say, 
 Forgoe me now, come to me soon. 3. Words 
 
60 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 Words whose hopes might have injoin'd 
 
 Him to let Dulcina sleep, 
 Could a mans love be confin'd, 
 Or a mayd her promise keep ; 
 But he her waste, 
 Still holds as fast, 
 As she was constant to her Tune, 
 And still she spake, 
 For Cupids sake 
 
 Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 
 
 4. He demands what time or pleasure, 
 Can there be more soon, than now ? 
 
 She sayes Night gives love 'that leasure, 
 
 That the Day doth not allow. 
 The Suns kind sight, 
 Forgives delight, 
 
 Quoth he, more easily than the Moon. 
 And Venus playes : he told, she sayes, 
 
 Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 
 
 5. But no promise nor profession, 
 From his hands could purchase scope ; 
 
 Who would sell the sweet possession 
 
 Of such beauty for a hope ? 
 Or for the sight of lingring night, 
 
 Foregoe 
 
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 Foregoe the present Joyes of Noon, 
 Though ner'e so faire, her speeches were, 
 
 Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 
 
 6. How at last agreed these lovers, 
 
 He was faire, and she was young, 
 Tongue may tell what eye discovers, 
 Joyes, unseen are never sung. 
 Did she consent, 
 Or he relent, 
 Accepts he night, or grants she noon, 
 Left he her mayd, or not ? she said 
 
 Foregoe me now, come to me soon. 
 
 The Saylers Song. 
 
 i. r 1 ^He raging waves, and roaring wind 
 JL (My Mates) I list no longer hide, 
 A gentler passage now I find, 
 And Saile upon a calmer tide 
 
 Of Neptunes man, his mate I prove, 
 And serve with him the master love. 
 
 2. My bosome now my Ocean is, 
 Wherein my Amorous thoughts do steere, 
 
 My hopefull heart in waves of blisse, 
 Whereto her voice and smiling cleare, 
 
 * G My 
 
62 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 My wind and weather be : Her eyes 
 Are both my Loadstar and my Prize. 
 
 3. No saile, nor wind, nor Sun I need, 
 Her favours pass the silken Saile, 
 
 Her smiles the Sunshine day exceed, 
 And her sweet voice the softest gale ? 
 
 I take no height of starres above, 
 Nor seek adventures, but her love. 
 
 4. And if her heart I compass can, 
 Where I my hopes have Anchor'd all ; 
 
 He that the fleece of Cholchos wan, 
 Made voyage poorer than I shall, 
 
 By how much living Pearl's above 
 Dead gold, and wealth is short of love. 
 
 To Live and dye. 
 
 1. A Creature so strange, so wretched a one 
 l\ As I 
 
 Can there be found, 
 
 For now alas I live, and anon 
 I die, 
 Feeling no wound ; 
 When but a look of my love I gaine, 
 O what a life it doth infuse ! 
 
 But 
 
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 But when I tast of her sharpe disdaine, 
 O how I dye, how can I chuse ? 
 
 2. Like as the Sun gives life to the flowers, 
 
 When May 
 Painteth the field, 
 So when she smiles, her eye like the powers, 
 Of Joy 
 Doth to me yeild, 
 But as the Autumn's envious raine, 
 
 Soon doth the summers pride confuse 
 Dasht with the stormes of her Disdaine, 
 So do I dye, how can I chuse. 
 
 3. Then 'tis no wonder that here is a man, 
 
 Can live 
 Now, and now dye ; 
 Since there's a beauty that life and death can 
 Both give 
 Out of her Eye. 
 Let her the wonder of time remaine, 
 And that I live let no man muse, 
 While she me loves ; and if she disdaine, 
 Must not I dye, how can I chuse ? 
 
 4 Has not her favour force to revive 
 A heart 
 Dying with paine ? 
 
 And 
 
64 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 And has her scome not power to deprive 
 That part 
 Of life againe ? 
 Is there not life and death in her frame 
 
 Both at her powerfull will to use, 
 Then at her powerfull will I am, 
 Living or dead, how can I chuse ? 
 
 The hunting of the Gods. 
 
 i . £2 Ongs of Shepheards, and Rusticall Roundlayes, 
 
 vZy Form'd of fancyes, and whistled on reedes ; 
 Sung to Solace young Nimphs upon holy dayes, 
 
 Are too unworthy for wonderful deeds. 
 Phoebus Ingenious 
 Or winged Cylenius 
 His lofty Genius, 
 
 May seem to declare, 
 In verse better coyn'd, 
 And voice more refin'd 
 How States devin'd, 
 
 Once hunted the Hare. 
 
 2. Starrs Enamour'd with Pastimes Olympicall, 
 Starrs and Planets that beautifull shone, 
 
 Would 
 
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 Would no longer that earthly men only shall 
 Swim in pleasure and they but look on ; 
 
 Round about horned 
 
 Lucina they swarmed, 
 
 And her informed 
 How minded they were ; 
 
 Each God and Goddesse, 
 
 To take humane bodyes, 
 
 As Lords and Ladies, 
 To follow the Hare. 
 
 3. Chast Diana applauded the Motion, 
 And pale Proserpina set in her place, 
 
 Lights the Welkin, and governs the Ocean, 
 While she conducted her Nephewes in chace, 
 
 And by her Example, 
 
 Her Father to trample 
 
 The old and ample 
 Earth, leave the aire, 
 
 Neptune the Water 
 
 The Wine Liber Pater, 
 
 And Mars the slaughter, 
 To follow the Hare. 
 
 4. Light god Cupid was hors'd upon Pegasus, 
 Borrow'd of Muses with kisses and prayers, 
 
 Strong Alcides upon cloudy Caucasus, 
 
 Mounts a Centaure that proudly him beares. 
 
 Postillian 
 
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 Postillian of the skye, 
 Light heel'd Mercury, 
 Makes his Coursers fly 
 Fleet as the aire, 
 Yellow Apollo, 
 The Kennel doth follow, 
 And whoop and hollow 
 After the hare. 
 
 Hymen ushers the Ladies ; Astrcea 
 
 The Just, took hands with Minerva the bold ; 
 Ceres the brown, with bright Cytherea; 
 With Thetis the wanton, Bellona the old \ 
 Shamefac't Aurora, 
 With subtil Pandora ; 
 And May with Flora, 
 Did company beare ; 
 Juno was stated, 
 Too high to be mated, 
 But yet she hated 
 
 Not hunting the hare. 
 
 6. Drown'd Narcissus, from his Metamorphosis 
 
 Rais'd by Eccho, new manhood did take ; 
 Snoring Somnus upstarted in Cineris, 
 That this thousand year was not awake, 
 To see club-footed 
 Old Mulciber booted, 
 
 And 
 
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 And Pan promoted 
 On Chirons Mare ; 
 
 Proud Fannus pouted, 
 
 And sEolus shouted, 
 
 And Momus flouted, 
 But followed the Hare. 
 
 7. Deep Melompus, and cunning Ichnobates, 
 J^ape, and Tzgre, and Harpye the skyes 
 
 Rent wit roaring, 
 Whilst huntsman-like Hercules 
 Winds the plentifull home to their cryes, 
 Till with varieties, 
 To solace their Pieties, 
 The wary Deities 
 Repos'd them where 
 
 We shepheards were seated, 
 
 And there we repeated, 
 
 What we conceited 
 
 Of their hunting the Hare. 
 
 8. Young Ami?itas suppos'd the Gods came to breath 
 (After some battels) themselves on the ground, 
 
 Thb'sts thought the stars came to dwell here beneath, 
 And that hereafter the earth would go round, 
 Coridon aged, 
 With Phillis ingaged, 
 Was much inraged 
 With jealous despaire ; 
 
 But 
 
68 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 But fury vaded, 
 And he was perswaded, 
 When I thus applauded 
 Their hunting the Hare. 
 
 9. Starr's but Shadows were, state were but sorrow, 
 Had they no Motion, nor that no delight ; 
 
 Joyes are Jovial, delight is the marrow 
 Of life, and Action the Axle of might. 
 Pleasure depends 
 Upon no other friends, 
 And yet freely lends 
 
 To each vertue a share, 
 Only as measures 
 The Jewell of pleasures, 
 Of pleasures the treasures 
 
 Of hunting the Hare. 
 
 10. Three broad Bowles to the Olympical Rector, 
 His Troy borne Eagle he brings on his knee, 
 
 Jove to Phozbus Carowses in Nector, 
 And he to Hermes, and Hermes to me ; 
 Wherewith infused, 
 I piped and I mused, 
 In songs unused 
 
 This sport to declare ; 
 And that the Rouse of Jove, 
 
 Round 
 
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 Round as his Sphere may move, 
 Health to all that love 
 
 Hunting the Hare. 
 
 The Reading Beauty. 
 
 1. A S to these lines she lent a lovely look, 
 l\. Whereon not minding me she mused, 
 
 Her faire Aspect became my book, 
 And I her eyes (as they these lines) perused ; 
 
 Love songs she read, to learn what love should be, 
 And faster than she read she taught it me. 
 
 2. For as no studyed rules like starrs above 
 Can teach the knowledge of the skyes, 
 
 To dive into the depth of love, 
 
 There is no rule, no learning like her Eyes : 
 Why stoops she then to things below her reach ? 
 Why reads she love, that she her self can teach ? 
 
 3. Alas though we no other learning need 
 In love, that may behold her face ; 
 
 She seeing not her selfe must read, 
 
 To see what we so much desire to embrace. 
 O that her selfe she saw : but O why so ? 
 She otherwise her self too much doth know. 
 
 4. Some 
 
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 4. Some nicer lover would to see her muse 
 
 Bare envy to that happy book 
 Whereon she seems to doate, and use 
 
 To grant her stander by but halfe her looke : 
 But such to me let her aspect be still ; 
 If one eye wounds so sore, two eyes will kill. 
 
 The more than Faire. 
 
 1. ";P) E more kind than you are, 
 JLJ Sweet love, or else lesse faire, 
 
 So shall I feel lesse care, 
 And you be no lesse rare. 
 To wound the heart, 
 Is beauties part ; 
 But to restore 
 The love-sick sore 
 
 Is to be more than faire. 
 
 2. If possible it were 
 Not to be what you are, 
 
 Be more kind, or lesse faire ; 
 Use lips, and eyes forbeare ; 
 
 Your smiles are Lures, 
 
 My 
 
The second Part. 71 
 
 ]\f y eyes adore, 
 
 But lipps implore : * 
 
 The kind are more than faire. 
 
 3. The Beauteous are not faire, 
 Whose coyness breeds despaire ; 
 But those that freindly are, 
 
 Are beauteous, though not faire. 
 Since to be kind, 
 A beauteous mind, 
 Doth best explore ; 
 Be kind therefore, 
 
 And be far more than faire. 
 
 4. No longer let my care 
 Consume my love in aire, 
 But kindness e to me bare, 
 That I may say and swear 
 
 Of such as are 
 But only faire, 
 
 I knew before, 
 
 The world had store : 
 
 But you are more than faire. 
 
 5. Bright eyes and smiles to beare, 
 Is but a common weare : 
 
 If you without compare, 
 Will be as kind as faire, 
 
 And 
 
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 And make me then 
 More blessed than men, 
 
 As far as ore, 
 
 Your sexes store, 
 
 Your selfe are more than faire. 
 
 Of Johny and Jinny. 
 
 i. r I ^He pretty sweet Jinny sate on a Hill, 
 
 X Where yonny the swain her see ; 
 He tun'd his quill, and sung to her still, 
 Whoop Jinny come down to me. 
 
 2. Though Jo7tny the valley, and Jinny the Hill, 
 Kept far above his degree ; 
 
 He bore her good will, and sung to her still, 
 Whoop Jinny come down to me. 
 
 3. But high was she seated, and so was she minded, 
 His heart was humble as he ; 
 
 Her pride had her blinded, his love had him bended, 
 Whoop Jinny, &c. 
 
 4. The mountain is bare, and subject to aire, 
 Here meddowes, here shaddowes be ; 
 
 There burneth the Sun, here Rivers do run, 
 Whoop Jinny, &>c. 
 
 5. All 
 
The second Part. 73 
 
 5. All flowers do grace the vallyes green face, 
 The mountain hath none but thee ; 
 
 Why wilt thou grow there, and all the rest here ? 
 Whoop Jinny, &>c. 
 
 6. Narcissus his rose, Adonis here growes, 
 That may thy examples be, 
 
 Since they be came slaine, for pride and disdaine, 
 Whoop Jinny, &*c. 
 
 7. There Jinny keeps sheep, here Jonny will keep 
 Thy selfe and thy flock for thee ; 
 
 If Jonny be worthy to keep thy flock for thee, 
 Whoop Jinny, &>c. 
 
 8. But pretty sweet Jinny was lov'd of so many, 
 That little delight had she 
 
 To think upon Jonny, that thought her so bonny, 
 Whoop Jinny, 6r*c. 
 
 9. Though Jinny thought ill of Jonny's good will, 
 Yet Jonny to Jinny was free ; 
 
 He followes quill, and he hollowes her still, 
 Whoop Jinny comedown to me. 
 
74 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 A Song. 
 
 i. /^V Love whose force and might 
 V^/ No power ere withstood ; 
 
 Thou forcest me to write, 
 
 Come turne about Robbin hood. 
 
 2. Her Cresses that were wrought 
 Most like the golden snare, 
 
 My loving heart has caught, 
 As Mos did catch the Mare. 
 
 3. Grant pitty, else I dye, 
 Love so my heart bewitches, 
 
 With griefe Fie howle and cry, 
 
 how my elbow Itches. 
 
 4. Teares overflow my sight 
 With Floods of daily weeping, 
 
 That in the silent night, 
 
 1 cannot rest for sleeping. 
 
 5. What is't I would not do 
 
 To purchase one sweet smile ; 
 Bid me to China go, 
 
 Faith Fie sit still the while. 
 
 6. But 
 
TJte second Part. 
 
 75 
 
 6. But since that all reliefe 
 And comfort doth forsake me, 
 
 Fie kill my self with grief, 
 Nay then the Devil take me. 
 
 7. Mark well my dolefull hap, 
 Jove, Rector of the Thunder, 
 
 Send down a firey clap, 
 
 And tear her smock asunder. 
 
 The IZhodo?nontade, 
 
 IL tell y on of a Lout, 
 With a Nose like a Spout, 
 Which some call a snout, 
 And was so stout, 
 That he had often fought, 
 Ftdl many a bout, 
 With many a scout, 
 And at y em woidd shout, 
 Then put 'um to tft rout, 
 Nay beat 'em to a clout, 
 Though in a great drought, 
 At men he woidd flout, 
 And at women would pout, 
 His food still was grout, 
 
 And his Wife, 
 
 [Grace 
 
 His Wife's name was 
 And had a good Face 
 Yet had but little grace, 
 Shedd kiss in any place, 
 Nay, to gather a bi'ace, 
 Which some say is base, 
 And some did her chace 
 Into a pittiful case, 
 She lodd Cloves and Mace 
 Her father car'd the Mace 
 For the Mayor in a place 
 She still wears lace, 
 And will keep on her pace 
 Wher she runs a race 
 
 For 
 
7 6 
 
 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 Which bred him the gout 
 He was a great trout 
 To good Ale when he mout 
 And did at/ways allow V 
 This you mitst not doubt 
 Tve heare him to vow't 
 As he went in and out. 
 
 The Sonne Jack. 
 
 Their sons name was Jack 
 Who was very black 
 And got many a knack 
 And seldome did lack 
 Unlesse Milk caVd lac 
 At Cardes he would pack 
 And was counted a quack 
 Nay, bin brought to the rack 
 For firing a stack 
 Of corn, in a back 
 Side, like a mad hack 
 Made's bones to crack 
 Nay sometimes to cack 
 Till they gave him som sack 
 Nay, they held him tack 
 And did him thwack 
 And never did slack 
 Till he went to wrack 
 
 [smack 
 Yet withes lips he would 
 And this is true of Jack. 
 
 For a very great space 
 She fishes with a dace 
 When she takes any place 
 When she dances she' I trace 
 She* I not bate you an ace 
 Of the truth of this she says. 
 
 The Daughter Nel. 
 
 Their daughters nams Nel 
 Who poor thing did dwell 
 Full long in a Cell 
 And there twas she fell 
 That one rang her knell 
 Bei?ig fallen into Hell 
 The devills to quell 
 And there I do smell 
 That she then did sell 
 Her ware very well 
 She made 'em to yell 
 And likewise to swell 
 So they writ on a Shell 
 A very great Spell 
 As long as an ell 
 That she bore away the bell 
 For abusing in hell 
 She had no paralell 
 All this her self did tell, 
 And all done by Nell. 
 
 A 
 
The second Part. JJ 
 
 A Song. 
 
 Come hang up your care, and cast away sorrow ■ 
 Drink on, hee's a sot that e're thinks of to morrow : 
 Good store of Terse-Claret supplyes every thing, 
 For a man that is drunk is as great as a King ; 
 Let no one with Crosses, or Losses repine, 
 But take a full dose of the juice of the Wine. 
 Diseases and troubles are nere to be found, 
 But in the damp place where the glass goes not round. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 The Tune, Fie go no more to the New 
 Exchange. 
 
 i. "\ T Ever will I wed a Girle that's coy, 
 
 1 \| Nor one that is too free ; 
 But she alone shall be my joy, 
 
 That keeps a mean to me ; 
 For if too Coy, then I must court 
 
 For a kisse as well as any ; 
 And if too free, I fear o' th' Sport 
 
 I then may have too many. 
 
 Nelly 
 
 
yS Westminster Drollery, 
 
 2. Nelly a Girle was proud and coy, 
 But what good got she by it ? 
 
 When they'd a mind to kisse and toy, 
 
 Then she'd be still unquiet ; 
 For of the four or five she had, 
 
 They all have left her now \ • . 
 Her impertinent tricks did make 'em madd, 
 
 And so 'twould me, or you. 
 
 3. Nanny was a Lasse that was too free, 
 And amorous withall ; 
 
 Shee'd ne're with any disagree, 
 
 But ready at their call ; 
 That some her freeness did impute 
 
 Unto good nature in her, 
 Others have said, without dispute 
 
 Shee'd prove a private sinner. 
 
 4. Then for a Girle, that's not too free, 
 Or Coy, but at my call ; 
 
 Yet handsome I wou'd have her be, 
 
 And oblieging unto all ; 
 That I may never say I have wed 
 
 A Girle that's starcht with Pride, 
 Or fool, or ugly, or ill bred, 
 
 I'de rather want a Bride. 
 
 An 
 
The second Part. 79 
 
 An Invitation to enjoyment. 
 
 1. ^Ome, O Come, I brook no stay, 
 V_^ He doth not love that can delay 
 See how the stealing night, 
 Hath blotted out the light, 
 
 And Tapers do supply the day. 
 
 3. See the first Tapers almost gone, 
 Thy flame like that will strait be none, 
 
 And I as it expire, 
 Not able to hold fire, 
 She looseth time that lyes alone. 
 
 4. O let us cherish then these powers, 
 Whilst we may yet call them ours ; 
 
 Then we best spend our time, 
 When no dull zealous Chime, 
 But sprightful kisses strike the houres. 
 
 The 
 
8o Westminster Drollery, 
 
 The Rurall Dance about the May-pole. 
 
 The Tune, the first Figure dance at Mr. Young's Ball 
 in May 1671. 
 
 1. /^Ome lasses and ladds, 
 
 V^/ Take leave of your Dadds, 
 And away to the May-pole hey ; 
 For every he 
 Has got him a she 
 With a Minstrill standing by ; 
 For Willy has gotten his Jill, 
 And Jonny has got his Jone, 
 To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, 
 Jigg it up and down. 
 
 2. Strike up sayes Wat, 
 Agreed sayes Kate, 
 
 And I prethee Fidler play, 
 Content sayes Hodge, 
 And so sayes Madge, 
 For this is a Holliday. 
 For every man did put 
 His Hat off to his Lasse, 
 And every Girle did curchy, 
 Curchy, curchy on the Grasse. 
 
 Begin 
 
The second Part. 
 
 3. Begin sayes Hall, 
 I, I, sayes Mall, 
 Wee'l lead up Packintons pound ; 
 No, no, says Noll, 
 And so says ZW/, 
 Wee'l first have Sellengers round ; 
 Then every man began to foot it round about, 
 And every Girle did jet it, jet it, jet it in and 
 
 [out. 
 
 4. Y'are out, says Dick, 
 'Tis a lye, says Nick, 
 The Fidler playd it false ; 
 'Tis true, says Hugh, 
 And so says Sue, 
 And so says nimble Alice ; 
 The Fidler then began to play the Tune agen, 
 And every Girle did trip it, trip it, trip it to the 
 
 [men. 
 
 Lets kiss says Jfone, 
 Content, says Nan, 
 And so says every she ; 
 
 How 
 
82 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 How many says Batt, 
 Why three says Matt, 
 For that's a maidens fee ; 
 But they instead of three did give 'em halfe a score, 
 And they inkindnesse, gave 'em, gave e'm, gave 'em, 
 
 [as many more. 
 
 6. Then after an hour 
 They went to a bower 
 
 And play'd for Ale and Cakes, 
 And kisses too 
 Until they were due, 
 The Lasses held the stakes. 
 The Girles did then begin to quarrel with the men, 
 And bid 'em take their kisses back, and give 'em their 
 
 [own agen. 
 
 7* Yet there they sate, 
 Until it was late 
 
 And tyr'd the Fidler quite, 
 With singing and playing, 
 Without any paying 
 From morning untill night. 
 They told the fidler then they'd pay him for his play, 
 And each a 2 pence, 2 pence, 2 pence gave him, 
 
 [and went away. 
 
 The 
 
The second Part. 83 
 
 The unconstant Lover. 
 
 The Tune, the second Figure dance at Mr. Young's 
 Ball, May, 167 1. 
 
 1. AT Ow out upon this constant love, 
 JL \| I never was unto't inclin'd, 
 
 I hate within that Sphear to move, 
 
 Where I to one must be confin'd. 
 I love to range about, and gaze, 
 
 And often haunt the parke and playes, 
 A purpose for a Mistress new, 
 
 Then bid the old one quite adue. 
 
 2. For he's for me, and only he 
 That's constant to unconstancie j 
 
 A day or two I can approve, 
 
 But after that farewell to love : 
 For every thing's to change inclin'd, 
 
 As Women, and the Moon, and wind ; 
 Then why not wee as well as they, 
 
 Since they have shew'd us all the way. 
 
 3. For constancie in Love is thought 
 To bring poor Lovers to their end ; 
 
 Then constancy in Love is naught, 
 
 When change brings every day a friend. 
 
 The 
 
84 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 The constant fool is whining still, 
 But never can his fancy fill ; 
 Whilst we can sing, and sport, and play, 
 And change our pleasure every day. 
 
 A mock to one that drank nothing but Water. 
 The Tune A lover Pme bom, and 
 a Lover I He be. 
 
 i. I ^Or Bacchus I'meborn, and for Bacchus Tie be, 
 JL And wish from good wine I may never be free ; 
 Let drinking abound, 'tis wine makes the creature, 
 It strengthens the braine, and helps decay'd nature ; 
 For he that by drinking can turne the world round, 
 By Bacchus and Venus deserves to be crown'd. 
 
 [motion, 
 2. With health after health let the glass keep the 
 Till it make our brains dance like a ship on the Ocean; 
 When our senses are pal'd, and our reason does fail, 
 A little sound sleep will supply a fresh gale. 
 Then with wine that is brisk, and a girl that is woon, 
 Wee'l drink, & wee'l kiss, & wee'l never have done. 
 
 The 
 
The second Part. 85 
 
 The Drinking Song on two Misirisses ; the one 
 furnisht them with wine, and f other with money. 
 
 The Tune, The Gang, 
 
 COme boyes, leave off your toyes 
 And trole about the sack ; 
 We know 'tis good to chear the blood, 
 
 And fortine the back. 
 Tis that will make you fat, 
 
 And cherrish still the braine ; 
 Nay studd the face with such a grace, 
 Like Rubies dy'd in grain. 
 
 2. Drink about, 'till all be out 
 The drawer will filPt agen, 
 
 A Pox, o' th' Watch, ne're shut the hatch, 
 
 The clock has struck but ten ; 
 Then a glasse to th' Jovial lasse, * 
 
 That fill'd our pates with wine ; 
 And here's another to the other, 
 
 That furnish't us with Coine. 
 
 3. Come drink, we want no chink, 
 Hark how my pockets sound, 
 
 Away with't then, come too't agen, 
 Begin another round ; 
 
 * 1 Then 
 
86 Westminster Drollery \ 
 
 Then Jack, this Glass of Sack 
 
 Unto thy pretty Nell ; 
 And here's to thine, this bowle of wine, 
 
 Dear Tom, thou lov'st so well. 
 
 4. Come says one, lets all be gone, 
 
 For our pates are throughly lin'd ; 
 Yet he was bang'd, nay some say hang'd, 
 
 That left his drink behind ; 
 Then all, began to call, 
 
 Come drawer what's to pay ? 
 Each took the cup, and drank it up, 
 
 And so they went away. 
 
 A Song. 
 
 1. 1 Et Fortune and Phillis frown if they please, 
 J j I'le no more on their Deities call, 
 
 Nor trouble the Fates, but give my self ease, 
 
 And be happy in spight of 'em all ; 
 I will have my Phillis, if I once go about her ; 
 Or if I have not, I'le live better without her. 
 
 2. If she prove vertuous, oblieging and kind, 
 Perhaps I'le vouchsafe for to love her ; 
 
 But if Pride or Inconstancy in her I find, 
 I'de have her to know I'me above her ; 
 
 For 
 
The second Pari. 87 
 
 For at length I have learn't, now my fetters are gone, 
 To love if I please, or to let it alone. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 1. A SI walkt in the woods one evening of late, 
 ii A Lass was deploring her haplesse estate, 
 
 In a languishing posture poor maid she appears, 
 All swelPd with her sighs, and blub'd with her tears : 
 She sigh'd and she sob'd, and I found it was all, 
 For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. 
 
 2. At last she broke out, wretched she said, 
 Will no youth come succour a languishing maid, 
 With what he with ease and with pleasure may give, 
 Without which alass poor I cannot live. 
 
 Shall I never leave sighing and crying and all, 
 For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. 
 
 3. At first when I saw a young man in the place, 
 My colour wou'd fade, and then flush in my Face ; 
 My breath wou'd grow short, and I shiver'd all o're, 
 My brests never popt up and down so before ; 
 
 I scarce knew for what, but now find it was all, 
 For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. 
 
 A 
 
Westminster Drollery, 
 
 A Song. 
 
 OThe sad Day 
 When friends shall shake their heads, and say 
 Of miserable -me : 
 Hark how he Groanes, 
 Look how he pants for breath, 
 See see how he struggles with the pangs of Death ; 
 When they shall say of these dear Eyes, 
 
 How hollow and how dim they be, 
 Marke how his brest doth swell and rise 
 
 Against his potent enemy : 
 When some old friend shall step to my beds side, 
 And touch my chill face, & thence shall gently slide ; 
 But when his next companions say, 
 How does he do, what hopes ? shall turne away, 
 Answering only with a lift up hand, 
 Who who can his fate withstand ? 
 Then strll a Gaspe or two do more 
 Than e're my Rhetorick could before, 
 Perswade the World to trouble me no more, no more, 
 Perswade the world to trouble me no more. 
 
The second Part. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 O Sorrow, Sorrow, say where dost thou dwell ? 
 In the lowest room of Hell : 
 Art thou born of Humane race ? 
 No, no, I have a furial face : 
 Art thou of City, or Town, or Court ? 
 I to every place resort. 
 
 Why, O why, into the world was sorrow sent ? 
 Men afflicted best repent 
 What dost thou feed on ? Broken sleep. 
 What tak'st thou pleasure in ? to weep, 
 To sob, to pine, to groane, 
 To wring my hands, to sit alone. 
 When, O, when, shall sorrow quiet have ? 
 Never, never, never, never, 
 Never till she finds a grave, 
 Never 'till she finds a grave. . 
 
 A Song. 
 
 CHeare up my Mate's, the wind does fairly blow, 
 Clap on more saile, and never spare, 
 Farewell all Lands, for now we are 
 In the wide Sea of Drink, 
 
 And 
 
90 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 And merrily, merrily, merrily we go. 
 Bless me 'tis hot, another bowle of Wine, 
 And we shall Cut the burning Line. 
 
 Hey boyes she scuds away, 
 And by my head I know, 
 We round the world are sailing now. 
 
 What dulmen are those to tarry at home, 
 
 When abroad they may wantonly roame, 
 And gain such experience, and spie to 
 Such countries and wonders as I do ? 
 But prethee good Pilot take heed what you do, 
 And fail not to touch at Peric; 
 
 With Gold there the vessel wee'l store, 
 And never never be poor, 
 No never be poor any more. 
 
 The foolish proud Lover. 
 
 i. \ T Or Love, nor Fate, can I accuse of hate, 
 
 X \l That my Clarinda now is from me gone ; 
 But I confesse, 'tis my unworthiness 
 
 That I in sorrow thus am left alone : 
 I doted on her, and thought to 'a won her, 
 But wo is me I still must think upon her, 
 Which is the cause of all my smart ; 
 
 She 
 
The second Part. 91 
 
 She lookt so pretty, and talkt so witty, 
 None that ere I saw in Town or in City 
 Ere like her could thus surprize my heart. 
 
 2. Had I set my heart, to have lov'd her but in part, 
 
 As only to enjoy her angels face, 
 Her curious eye, or cheeks of rosie die, 
 
 Or lip, or any one peculiar grace ; 
 But my sad refusing one, must all be loosing, 
 
 O that I had us'd discretion in my chusing, 
 Then I might 'a liv'd, and not a dy'd : 
 But like Icarus I by soaring up too high, 
 With his waxen wings so nere the Sun to fly, 
 
 Am justly punisht for my foolish pride. 
 
 O you Powers Divine, I'le offer at your shrine, 
 
 If you will grant me this when I am gone ; 
 That no punishment on her her may e're be sent, 
 
 The fault was only mine, and mine alone : 
 Also I do crave, this benefit to have, 
 That this Motto may be fixt upon my grave ; 
 
 Here's lyes one by foolish pride was slaine, 
 That who ere comes near may gently shed a tear 
 On my Hearse, and say, O' twas severe, 
 
 So small offence should breed such mickle paine. 
 
 On 
 
92 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 On his Mistresses Garden of Herbs. 
 
 HEarts-ease, an herb that sometimes hath bin seen 
 In my Love's garden plot to flourish green, 
 Is dead and wither'd with a wind of woe, 
 And bitter Rue in place thereof doth grow : 
 The cause I find to be, because I did 
 Neglect the Herb called Time, which now doth bid 
 Me never hope, nor look once more againe 
 To gaine Hearts-ease, to ease my heart of paine ; 
 One hope is this, in this my woful case, 
 My Rue, though bitter, may prove Herbe of grace. 
 
 The Italian Pedlar. 
 
 i. 1\ /T Aids see what you lack 
 1 VI Ere I open my pack, 
 
 For here is that will please you ; 
 Do you dreame in your beds, 
 Or with your Maiden-heads 
 
 Be you troubled, I will ease you. 
 
 2. Is there any one among 
 These marry'd men strong, 
 
 Has a head of his Wives making ? 
 
The second Part. 93 
 
 I have capps to be worne, that shall cover his home, 
 And keep his brow from aking. 
 
 3. Does any man mistrust, that his wife is unjust, 
 Or that she loves to be ranging ? 
 
 I have that in my box, which exceeds Italian locks, 
 'Twill keep her Chast : that's a strange thing. 
 
 4. Is there any woman here, has bin married a year, 
 And not bin made a Mother ? 
 
 I have that at my back, shall supply her of that lack, 
 And I'le use her for't, like a Brother. 
 
 5. I have fine Gloves for you and your Loves, 
 Bands, Handkerchers, and Laces ; 
 
 And I've Knots and Roses, and many pretty posies, 
 And Masks for your bad faces. 
 
 6. I have fine bodkins to, that I can furnish you, 
 To keep your Coifes from tearing ; 
 
 And I have precious stones, ordained for the nonce, 
 Will delight you in the wearing. 
 
 7. I have that wherewith if you well rub your Teeth, 
 They will look like Alabaster • 
 
 And powder for your hair, that will make you look 
 I wonder you come no faster. [fair : 
 
 8 Then 
 
94 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 Then come away, and do not stay, 
 For hence I must I tell you ; 
 For when I am gone, you will hardly find one 
 That such precious Ware can sell you. 
 
 In Praise of the Black-Jack. 
 
 i. "F) E your liquor small, or as thick as mudd, 
 
 JU The cheating bottle cryes, good, good, good, 
 Whereat the master begins to storme, 
 'Cause he said more than he could performe, 
 
 And I wish that his heires may never want Sack, 
 That first devis'd the bonny black Jack. 
 
 2. No Tankerd, Flaggon, Bottle nor Jugg 
 Are halfe so good, or so well can hold Tugg, 
 For when they are broke or full of cracks, 
 Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks, 
 And I wish that his, &*c. 
 
 3. When the Bottle and Jack stands together, 
 
 [O fie on't, 
 The Bottle looks Just like a dwarfe to a Gyant ; 
 Then had we not reason Jacks to chuse, 
 For this'l make Boots, when the Bottle mends shooes, 
 And /wish, &*c. } 
 
 4. And 
 
The second Part. 95 
 
 4. And as for the bottle you never can fill it 
 Without a Tunnell, but you must spill it, 
 Tis as hard to get, in as 'tis to get out : 
 
 Tis not so with a Jack, for it runs like a spout. 
 
 5. And when we have drank out all our store, 
 The Jack goes for Barme to brew us some more ; 
 And when our Stomacks with hunger have bled, 
 Then it marches for more to make us some bread. 
 And I wish, 6% 
 
 6. I now will cease to speak of the Jack, 
 But hope his assistance I never shall lack, 
 And I hope that now every honest man, 
 Instead of Jack will y'clip him Joh?i, 
 
 And I wish that his heirs may never want Sack, 
 That first devis'd the bonny black Jack. 
 
 A S O N G. 
 
 1. (~^&lia I lov'd thee 
 
 V_^ Though in vain you boast ; 
 
 But since I have prov'd thee, 
 I find my labour lost, 
 
 Many may to love pretend \ 
 But you will never find, 
 
 Seek country o're, try any freind, 
 
 One half so true, so kind ; 
 
 2. Fare 
 
g6 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 2. Farewell unkind one, 
 Since you so designe, 
 
 And see if you can find one, 
 Whose love can equal mine ; 
 
 If by chance you meet a man, 
 That may your fancy take, 
 
 Be wise, be kind, do what you can, 
 And love him for my sake ; 
 
 Yet in your chiefest pleasure think 
 
 How my poor heart doth ake. 
 
 3. Each hour sporting, 
 Nothing can be more, 
 
 Each minute courting, 
 
 Like one nere lov'd before. 
 But should he forsake his nest, 
 
 And being well feather'd fly 
 From you, to be anothers guest, 
 
 You'd sigh, and with me cry, 
 I lov'd, and was not lov'd again, 
 
 And so for love' must die. 
 
 The 
 
The second Part. 97 
 
 The Jealous, but mistaken Girle. 
 To the Scotch tune also. 
 
 1. T)Rethee tell me Phillis, 
 X Why so pensive now, 
 
 I see that sadness still is 
 
 Fixt upon thy brow ; 
 And those charming eyes 
 That were of late so bright, 
 
 In sighs and tears, 
 
 And other fears, 
 Have almost lost their sight; 
 
 Let this suffice, 
 
 I sympathize 
 With thee both day and night. 
 
 2. Damon dost thou aske it, 
 Thou art the cause of all, 
 
 Therefore do not mask it, 
 
 For thou hast wrought my fall ; 
 
 For I gave thee a Ring 
 Which thou hast Ccelia gave, 
 Our true-loves band, 
 Twas on her hand, 
 Which Ring thy life did save ; 
 
 * k But 
 
98 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 But wo is me, 
 Thy falsitie 
 Has brought me to my grave. 
 
 3. Damon then began 
 On Phillis for to smile, 
 
 She call'd him perjur'd man, 
 
 And should no more beguile, 
 No my dearest Phill, 
 I blame thy Jealousie ; 
 
 Our true-loves band 
 Is on my hand 
 
 Which thou didst give to me ; 
 And Coridon 
 Made Cozlia one, 
 By that which came from thee. 
 
 4. Long she sate ashamed, 
 And hid her bashful head ; 
 
 Her jealousie she blamed, 
 
 And said she was but dead, 
 Unlesse that gentle Damon 
 Pardon this offence, 
 
 And let me rest 
 Upon his brest, 
 And there my suite commence 
 I shall not doubt 
 To sue it out 
 Before I came from thence. 
 
The second Part. 99 
 
 5. Then he did embrace her, 
 And gave her kisses store, 
 And vow'd that he would place her 
 
 Where none was ere before, 
 That is, within his heart, 
 
 Which none shou'd e're remove, 
 In spite of fate 
 Would be her mate, 
 
 And constant be in love ; 
 And I say she 
 As true to thee, 
 
 As is the Turtle-Dove. 
 
 The Faire but Cruel Girle. 
 
 1. / nP N He Nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind, 
 
 X No lesse than a wonder by nature designed ; 
 She's the grief of my heart, but joy of my eye, 
 The cause of my flame, that never can dye. 
 
 2. Her Lips, from whence wit obligingly flowes, 
 Has the colour of Cherryes, and smell of the Rose ; 
 Love and Destiny both attends on her will, 
 
 She saves with a smile, with a frown she can kill. 
 
 The 
 
ioo Westminster Drollery, 
 
 3. The desperate Lover can hope no redresse, 
 Where beauty and rigour, are both in excesse : 
 In Coelia they meet, so unhappy am I ; 
 Who sees her must love, who loves her must die. 
 
 The Bathing Girles : 
 To the common Galliard Tune., 
 
 1. T T was in June, and 'twas on Barnaby Bright too, 
 X A time when the days are long, and nights are 
 
 [short, 
 A crew of merry Girles, and that in the night too, 
 Resolv'd to wash in a river, and there to sport ; 
 And there (poore things) they then resolv'd to be 
 
 [merry too, 
 And with them did bring good store of j un- 
 letting stuffe, 
 As Bisket, and Cakes, and Suger, and Syder, and 
 
 [Perry too, 
 Of each such a quantity, that was more than 
 
 [enough. 
 
 2. But mark what chanc't unto this innocent crew 
 
 [then, 
 
 Who 
 
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 Who thought themselves secure from any eare ; 
 They knew 'twas dark, that none cou'd take a view 
 
 [then, 
 And all did seem to be voyd of any feare ; 
 Then every one uncas'd themselves, both smock & all 
 
 And each expected first who should begin; 
 And that they might stay but an houre, they told the 
 
 [Clock and all : 
 Then all in a Te-he-ing vaine did enter in. 
 
 3. But now comes out the Tale I meant to tell ye, 
 For a Crew of Jovial Lads were there before, 
 
 And finding there some viands for their belly, 
 They eas'd em then poor hearts of all their store ; 
 
 Then every Lad sate down upon the Grasse there, 
 And whisper'd thanks to th' Girls for their good 
 
 [Cheare, 
 
 In which they drank a health to every Lass there, 
 
 That then were washing & rinsing without any fear. 
 
 4. And when they had pleas'd (and filFd) their 
 
 [bellies and pallats too, 
 They back did come unto the foresaid place, 
 And took away their Smocks, and both their Wal- 
 lets too, 
 Which brought their good Bubb, and left them in 
 
 [pittiful case, 
 For 
 
102 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 For presently they all came out to th' larder there, 
 That it put 'em unto their shifts their Smocks to find ; 
 I think, says one, my shift is a little farder there, 
 I, I, sayes another, for yours did lye by mine. 
 
 5. At last, says one, the Divel a smock is here at all, 
 The Devil, a bit of bread, or drop of drink, 
 They've took every morsel of our good cheare and 
 
 [all 
 And nothing but Gowns and Petticoats left, as I 
 
 [think, 
 At last, says one, if they'd give us our Smocks agen, 
 And likewise part of what we hither brought, 
 We shall be much oblieg'd, and think 'em Gentlemen, 
 And by this foolish example be better taught. 
 
 6. Although in the River they were as many as 
 
 [crickets there, 
 ; Twixt laughing and fretting their state they did 
 
 [condole ; 
 And then came one of the Lads from out of the thick- 
 
 [ets there, 
 And told 'em hee'd bring 'em their smocks, and what 
 
 [was stole; 
 They only with Petticoats on, like Jipsies were 
 
 [clad then, 
 He brought 'em their Smocks, and what he had pro- 
 
 [mis'd before ; 
 
 They 
 
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 They fell to eat, and drink as if they'd been mad 
 
 [there, 
 
 And glad they were all, they'd got so much of their 
 
 [store. 
 
 7. And when they all had made a good repast 
 
 [there, 
 They put on their cloths, and all resolv'd to be gone ; 
 Then out comes all the ladds in very great hast there, 
 And every one to the other then was known ; 
 The girles did then conjure the ladds that were there, 
 To what had past their lipps shou'd still be seal'd, 
 Nay more than that they made 'em all to swear 
 
 [there, 
 To which they did, that nothing should be reveal'd. 
 
 8. Then each at other did make a pass at kissing 
 
 [then, 
 And round it went to every one level coile, 
 
 But thinking that at home they might be missing 
 
 [then, 
 
 And fear'd that they had sta/d too great a while ; 
 Then hand in hand they altogether marcht away, 
 
 And every lad convey'd his Mistris home, 
 Agen they kist, then every Lass her man did pray, 
 
 That what had past, no more of that but Mum. 
 
 The 
 
104 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 The unparaleVd Lady : 
 The Tune, 'Twi'xt Greece and Troy. 
 
 i. "\ ~\ 7" Hen first I saw my CceWas face, 
 
 V V O how my heart was Inflam'd with love : 
 I deem'd her of no humane race, 
 
 But Angell-like drop't from above ; 
 Her Star-like eyes with their Glim'ring glances 
 
 Then shin'd so bright, 
 Like the greatest Comet, when we look upon it 
 'Till it takes away the sight. 
 
 2. Her Nose is like a Promontory, 
 Which over-looks some pleasant place, 
 
 Her Cheeks like Roses in their glory, 
 
 And Teeth of Oriental race ; 
 Her Corall lipps, like the Cherryes when 
 They're growing on the Tree ; 
 But the greatest Bliss is, 
 Thence to gather kisses, 
 Wou'd the cropp belong'd to me. 
 
 3. And underneath her snow-white neck, 
 There you may find an Ivory Plaine, 
 
 On which two Christal mounts are set 
 Tipt with a Ruby-fount in graine, 
 
 This 
 
The second Part. 105 
 
 This is the place, which formerly was 
 Call'd the milky-way. 
 
 O that I might tipple still 
 At such a Nipple, 
 And for ever there might stay. 
 
 4. Her hands are of so pure a white, 
 That with the Swan they dare to vie ; 
 
 But when upon a Lute they light, 
 
 Then you will hear such Harmony : 
 But when her voice and that together 
 Then play their parts, 
 You'd think the Spheres united, 
 And thither had invited 
 
 All, to Captivate their hearts. 
 
 5. Her feet were so Epitomiz'd, 
 Like peeping-mice did still appear, 
 
 That all the crew were then surpriz'd 
 To see her dance a measure there ; 
 She mov'd so well, you'd think she had not 
 Danc't then, but flown : 
 
 I would spend a Talent, 
 For to be her Gallant, 
 And call her still mine own. 
 
 The 
 
oj Westminster Drollery ; 
 
 The Politick Girle. 
 The Tune, The Duke of Monmouths J^igge. 
 
 Y dearest Katy, prethee be but constant now, 
 
 "M 
 
 And whatsoe're is past, I shall forget I vow ; 
 Do thou be kind, and give me but thy hand upon't, 
 And for my faith thou need'st not doubt or stand 
 
 [upon't ; 
 I'le furnish thee with all the Cakes in season still, 
 And whatsoe're thou shalt desire in reason still ; 
 Nay more than that, thy Annal due I'le pay to thee, 
 And in all moderate things will still give way to thee. 
 
 2. I must confess thy Pension came but slow of late, 
 Which is the cause I think that thou didst change thy 
 
 [mate ; 
 For when the Sinewy-part of love is took away, 
 We know the strength thereof will lessen every day : 
 But now thou know'st the Tide is turn'd my Bonny 
 
 [Kate, 
 My fathers dead, and we shall want no mony Kate; 
 For he by Will has made me heire of all my dear, 
 That we no more in debt I hope shall fall my dear. 
 
 x. Thou 
 
The second Part. 108 
 
 3. Thou seest how plainly now I've told my mind 
 
 [to thee, 
 And also find'st that I will still be kind to thee ; 
 What Remora then can stop the course of joining 
 
 [now 
 Our hearts and hands, come Katy no repining now ; 
 She told him then, do you forgive but my past faults, 
 And I will likewise pardon all your by past faults ; 
 He call*d her then his Mistriss, and his goddess to, 
 And then they join' d their hands & lip's & body to. 
 
 [agree, 
 
 4. Thus have you seen this jarring couple now 
 And all mistakes are now knit up in Amitie, 
 
 She slighted all addresses he did make to her, 
 Because she found his purse could never speak to her ; 
 But when she saw the Ginny-birds to fly agen, 
 She then resolVd the knot of love to tye agen, 
 And so 'twill last till all the birds are fled and gone, 
 Then march her self, and give it out she's dead and 
 
 [gone. 
 
 The 
 
io8 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 The Amorous Girle. 
 
 t 
 To the Tune of The crab of the wood. 
 
 i. r I ^Here's none so pretty, 
 X As my sweet Betty, 
 
 She bears away the Bell ; 
 For sweetness and neatnesse, 
 And all compleatness, 
 
 All other Girles doth excell. 
 
 2. When ever we meet, 
 Shee'l lovingly greet 
 
 Me still with a how dee' doe ; 
 Well I thank you, quoth I, 
 Then she will reply, 
 
 So am I Sir, the better for you. 
 
 3. I askt her how, 
 She told me, not now, 
 
 For walls had eares and eyes ; 
 Nay she bid me take heed, 
 What ever I did, 
 
 For 'tis good to be merry and wise. 
 
 4. Then I took her by th' hand, 
 Which she did not withstand, 
 
 And 
 
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 And I gave her a smirking kiss ; 
 She gave me another 
 Just like the tother ; 
 
 Quoth I, what a comfort is this ? 
 
 5. This put me in heart 
 To play o're my part 
 
 That I had intended before ; 
 But she bid me to hold, 
 And not be too bold, 
 
 Until she had fastned the doore. 
 
 6. Then she went to the Hatch, 
 To see that the Latch 
 
 And cranies were all cocksure, 
 And when she had done, 
 She bid me come on, 
 
 For now we were both secure. 
 
 7. And what we did there, 
 I dare not declare, 
 
 But think that silence is best ; 
 And if you will know, 
 Why I kist her, or so, 
 
 But Fie leave you to guess at the rest. 
 
 The 
 
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 The two vertuous Sisters: 
 
 The Tune The Gun-fleet 
 
 i. 1\ /T Y Cozen MolPs an arrant whore, 
 
 IV J. And so is her sister Kate, 
 They kickt their mother out o' dore, 
 
 And broke their Fathers pate ; 
 And all because they crav'd a bit, 
 
 I mean a bit alone Sir, 
 For they with a bit would give 'em a knock, 
 
 That's a bit and a knock, or none Sir. 
 
 2. They'r cleanly too, I needs must say, 
 As any Girles i'th towne. 
 
 They sweep the house a new found way, 
 
 That's once a quarter round ; 
 So fine 'tis kept, that when 'tis swept, 
 
 I speak 't in their defence Sir, 
 'Twill yeild at a spurt, in dust and dirt, 
 
 Come fourteen or fifteen pence Sir. 
 
 3. So fine and neate they dresse their meat, 
 I thought it alwayes best 
 
 To let it alone, 'till all was gone, 
 And then to eat the rest ; 
 
 For 
 
The second Pa?'t 1 1 1 
 
 For he that puts a bit in his guts, 
 
 And did but see the dressing, 
 No Physick could e're give a vomit so cleare. 
 
 Which I think is a notable blessing. 
 
 4. Some Whores are counted shifters to, 
 
 But they did hate 'em all, 
 They shift their Smocks with much adoe 
 
 But every Spring and Fall. 
 They say 'tis good to cleanse the blood, 
 
 And think 'em worth the turning, 
 And when they're black upon their back 
 
 They call it inside mourning. 
 
 5. They will be drunk a little to, 
 
 I mean but twice a day, 
 They'l swear and roare, and drink and spew, 
 
 And then they down will lay ; 
 And so they'l sleep, 'till day 'gin peep, 
 
 Then call for more by dozens, 
 And to my freind there's now an end 
 
 Of both my dirty Cozens. 
 
 The 
 
1 1 2 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 The beneficial wedding. 
 The Time, Phil: Porters dreame. 
 Nd I have a mind to be marry'd, 
 
 A 
 
 And so has you know who, 
 Wee both too long have tarry'd, 
 
 And therefore I mean to woe : 
 Then I did give her a Buss, 
 
 And she gave me a ring, 
 And so we bust, and kist and bust, 
 
 And kist like any thing. 
 
 2. Her Grandsire gave her a Cow, 
 And her Grannam a Ewe and Lambe, 
 
 She say'd shee'd suckle it too, 
 
 Untill it had left the dam ; 
 Her Uncle gave her a hogge, 
 
 Her Aunt a Teeming Sow, 
 For Bacon and sowse, to keep the house, 
 
 And make 'em puddings enow. 
 
 3. Her father gave her a Gowne, 
 Her mother a Petticote, 
 
 Which was of a mingl'd brown, 
 The best that cou'd be bought; 
 
 Her 
 
The Second Part. 
 
 Her brother gave her a Cock, 
 And her sister a breeding Hen, 
 
 To tread and breed, and breed and tread, 
 And tread and breed agen. 
 
 3. Her Cozen took a Care, 
 To give her a Rug was new, 
 
 His wife did give her a paire 
 
 Of Sheets and Blankets too ; 
 But she had a speciall friend 
 
 That was a young Upholster, 
 You must not know the reason now, 
 
 Did give her a Bed, and a Bolster. 
 
 4. A friend did give her a Wastcoat, 
 And Hose, and Shooes, and Hat. 
 
 Another did give her a lac't coat, 
 
 But 'tis no matter for that 
 So long as 'tis our own, 
 
 No matter how it come, 
 They keep her fine, and give her Wine, 
 
 But no more of that but Mum. 
 
 5. Another did take her a house, 
 And pay'd a Twelvemonths Rent, 
 
 And furnish'd me and my spouse 
 
 With what at the Wedding was spent ; 
 
 Then 
 
1 14 Westminster Dt'ollery, 
 
 Then we desir'd to know, 
 
 What trade we both should drive ; 
 They say'd good Ale wou'd never fail 
 If ever we meant to thrive. 
 
 6. We both are fitted now I think, 
 
 With store of houshold stuff, 
 And likewise cloths and meat and drink 
 
 As much as is enough ; 
 But if we chance to want, 
 
 My Wife has store of freinds, 
 Which I connive at, because they'r private, 
 
 And so our Wedding ends. 
 
 A SONG, 
 
 1. /^""^ Et you gone, you will undo me, 
 VJT If you love me don't pursue me, 
 
 Let that inclination perish, 
 
 Which I dare no longer cherrish, 
 Be content y'ave won the field, 
 'Twere base to hurt me, now I yield. 
 
 2. With harmless thoughts I did begin, 
 But in the crow'd love enterr'd in 
 
 I knew him not, he was so gay, 
 So innocent, so full of play. 
 
 Is 
 
The second Part. 115 
 
 I s ported thus with young desire, 
 Chear'd with his light, freed from his fire. 
 
 3. But now his teeth and clawes are grown, 
 
 Let me this fatal Lyon shun ; 
 You found me harmless, leave me so, 
 For were I not, you'd leave me too ; 
 But when you change remember still, 
 'Twas my misfortune not my will. 
 
 A SOJVG. 
 
 Being an Answer to give d re foolish heart, or 
 were the Gods so severe, and to that Tune. ■ 
 
 1. T_ T E's a fool in his heart, that takes any care 
 
 1 1 Of Womens vain words be they never so fair; 
 Though she sighs and pretends unto Love ne'r so 
 
 [long, 
 Shee's double in heart, and betrays with her 
 
 [Tongue : 
 They still are as false as they were heretofore, 
 Their nature is such, they can ne'r give it o're. 
 
 2. They would by their craft's of which they have 
 
 [store. 
 Inveigle mens hearts their looks to adore, 
 
 And 
 
n6 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 And if they once find they cannot prevail, 
 Overcharg'd with despight their faces grow pale ; 
 There's nothing that can their fancy please more, 
 Than to see foolish men their feature adore. 
 
 3. They would by their frowns to observance per- 
 
 [swade, 
 The men they do fancy their slaves they have made, 
 And to be sure they will Tyranize more, 
 If a man do but once their pitty implore. 
 Why then should we men frail Women adore, 
 Since their pride is so great, and their pitty no more, 
 
 4. But sure all that Sex can ne'r prove so vain, 
 To sport or delight in a true-lover's pain ; 
 When a languishing eye in a Lover they view 
 To their cruelty sure, they must needs bid adieu ; 
 Where good humour I find, I there will adore, 
 Say the world what it will, I will never give o're. 
 
 "A 
 
 A mock to the Song of Harry gave Doll, 
 
 and to that Tune. 
 S I walk't in the woods one Evening of late, 
 A Girl was deploring her hapless estate ; 
 
 She 
 
The second Part. 1 1 7 
 
 She sigh'd and she sob'd ; Ah ! wretched she said, 
 Will no youth come sucker a languishing Maid ? 
 Shall I sigh and cry, and look pale and wan, 
 And languish for ever for want of a man ? 
 Shall I sigh and cry and look pale and wan, 
 And languish, &>c. 
 
 2. Alas when I saw a young man in the place, 
 My colour did fade, and then flusht in my face, 
 
 My breath wou'd grow short, and I shiver' d all o're, 
 I thought 'twas an Ague, but alas it was more : 
 For e're since I have sigttd, and do what I can, 
 I find I must Languish for want of a man ; 
 For e're since I have sigh'd; and do what I can, 
 I find I micst, &c. 
 
 3. In bed all the night, I weep on my pillow, 
 
 To see some Maids happy, whilst I wear the Willow, 
 
 I revenge my self on the innocent sheet, 
 
 Wherein I have oft made my teeth for to meet, 
 
 But I fear 'tis in vain, let me do what I can, 
 
 I must languish for ever for want of a man ; 
 
 But in my dispair, Fie dye if I can 
 
 And languish no longer for want of a man. 
 
Westminster Drollery, 
 
 A Late ^S 
 
 i. T T Ow charming are those pleasant pains, 
 ±. L Which the successful lover gains. 
 
 O ! how the Longing spirit flyes, 
 
 On scorching sighs from dying eyes, 
 
 Whose intermixing rayes impart, 
 
 Loves welcome message from the heart ? 
 
 2. Then how the Active pulse growes warm 
 To every sense gives the allarm 
 
 But oh the rashness, and the qualmes 
 When Love unites the melting Palmes ! 
 
 What extasies, what hopes and feares, 
 What pretty talk, and Amorous tears ? 
 
 3. To these a thousand vows succeed, 
 And then, O me, still we proceed, 
 'Till sense and souls are bath'd in bliss, 
 Think dear Aminda think on this, 
 
 And curse those hours we did not prove 
 The ravishing delights of Love. 
 
The second Part. 
 
 A New SONG. 
 
 Marriage All a Mode. 
 
 i. T "X THilst Alixis lay prest 
 
 V V In her armes he lov'd best, 
 With his hands round her Neck, 
 And his head on her breast. 
 He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay, 
 And his soul in the tempest just flying away. 
 
 2. 
 When Coelia saw this, 
 With a sigh and a kiss, 
 
 She cry'd, oh my dear, I am rob'd of my bliss ; 
 Tis unkind to your love, and unfaithfully done 
 To leave me behind you, and dye all alone. 
 
 3- 
 The youth though in hast, 
 And breathing his last, 
 
 In pitty dyed slowly, whilst she dyed more fast ; 
 'Till at length she cry'd, now my Dear, now let us go, 
 Now dye my Alixis, and I will die too. 
 
 Thus 
 
1 20 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 4 
 Thus intranc'd they did lye, 
 'Till Alixis did try, 
 
 To recover new breath, that again he might dye ; 
 Then often they did ; but the more they did so, 
 The Nymph did more quick, and the shepherd more 
 
 [slow. 
 
 The first new Song in Marriage All a Mode 
 
 t. /^\ Love if e're thou'lt ease a heart, 
 \^7 That ownes the Power Divine, 
 
 That bleeds with thy too cruel dart, 
 And pines with never ceasing smart, 
 Take pitty now on mine. 
 
 Under the shades I fainting lye, 
 
 A thousand times I wish to dye ; 
 
 But when I find cold death so nigh, 
 I grieve to lose my pleasing pain, 
 And call my wishes back again. 
 
 2. But thus as I sate all alone 
 I'th the shady mirtle grove, 
 And to each gentle sigh and moan, 
 Some neighbouring Eccho gave a grone, 
 
 Came 
 
The seco?id Part. 121 
 
 Came by the man I love. 
 
 how I strove my grief to hide ? 
 
 1 panted, Blusht, and almost dyed', 
 And did each tatling Eccho chide, 
 
 For fear some breath of moving Air 
 Should to his Ears my sorrows bear. 
 
 3. But, O ye Powers, I'de dye to gain, 
 But one poor parting kiss ; 
 
 And yet I'de be on racks of pain 
 
 Ere I'le one thought or wish retain 
 
 Which honour thinks amiss : 
 
 Thus are poor maids unkindly us'd, 
 
 By love and nature both abus'd, 
 
 Our tender hearts all ease refus'd, 
 And when we burn with secret flame 
 Must bear the grief, or dye with shame. 
 
 1 
 
 To the Tune of I past all my hours in a 
 shady old Grove. 
 
 Posted my self by the wings of my fate, 
 Through a Desart complaining the loss of my 
 
 [mate, 
 
 * m Where 
 
122 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 Where the little Birds throng'd in flights they 
 
 [appear, 
 
 For to help me lament the loss of my Dear ; 
 
 Then pitty, O pitty, sweet Ladies my pain 
 That loveth, that loveth in vain. 
 
 2. Each hour they befriended me in making my 
 
 [Bed, 
 And brings me green leaves to lay under my head, 
 Where I rest my poor Carkess o're tyr'd with woe, 
 And the boughes all the Covering the wood can 
 
 [bestow, 
 Then pitty, &>c. 
 
 3. Sometimes in a Dream I imagine I see 
 The glance of his Figure presented to me ; 
 When I think I embrace her in Phillies bed, 
 But when I awake, O my true love is fled, 
 
 Then pitty, &°c. 
 
 Then I wish't I had layn all my days in a dream, ~ 
 That my tortured sorrows like pleasures might seem 
 To Crown my poor heart as if Phillis was found, 
 But lost on a suddain, oh the cruel wound, 
 Then pitty, &*c. 
 
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 A Theatre Song. 
 
 I Must confess not many years ago, 
 'Twas death when e're my Mistress answear'd no ; 
 Then I was subject to her Female yoak, 
 And stood or fell by every word she spoke ; 
 But now I find the Intregues of love to be, 
 Nought but the Follies of our infancy. 
 
 2. I can a Rich or handsome Lady Court, 
 Either for my convenience or for sport ; 
 But if the one be proud or the other Goy, 
 I cannot break my sleep for such a Toy ; 
 My heart is now for all assaults prepar'd, 
 And will not be commanded or insnar'd. 
 
 The new Song in Charles the eighth, set by 
 Mr. Pelham Humphrey's. 
 
 OH love if ere thou wilt ease a heart 
 That ownes thy power Divine, 
 And bleeds with thy too cruel dart, 
 Take pitty now on mine ; 
 Under thy Shades I fainting lye, 
 A thousand times I wish'd to die ; 
 But when I find cold death too nigh, 
 
 I 
 
24 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 I grieve to lose my pleasing pain 
 And call my wishes back again. 
 
 And thus as I sat all alone 
 
 In the shady mirtle Grove ; 
 
 And to each gentle sigh and moan 
 
 Some neighbouring Eccho gave a groan, 
 
 Came by the man I love ; 
 
 how I strove my greif to hide, 
 
 1 panted, blusht and almost dyed. 
 And did each tatling Ecchoe chide, 
 
 For fear some breath of moving air 
 Should to his ears my sorrow bear. 
 
 And Oh you powers, I dye to gain 
 
 But one poor panting kiss, 
 Glad yet I'de be on racks of paine, 
 Ere I'de one thought or wish retain 
 That honour thinks amiss : 
 Thus are poor maids unkindly us'd, 
 By love and nature both abus'd, 
 Our tender hearts all ease refuse ; 
 And when we burn with secret flame, 
 Must bear our greifs, or dye with shame. 
 
 On 
 
The second Part. 125 
 
 On his Mistris that lorfd Hunting. 
 
 1. T Eave Ccelia, leave the woods to chase, 
 I -j 'Tis not a sport, nor yet a place 
 
 For one that has so sweet a face. 
 
 2. Nets in thy hand, Nets in thy brow, 
 In every limb a snare, and thou 
 Dost lavish them thou car'st not how. 
 
 3. Fond Girle these wild haunts are not best 
 To hunt : nor is a Savage beast 
 
 A fit prey for so sweet a breast. 
 
 4. O do but cast thine eyes behind, 
 lie carry thee where thou shalt find 
 A tame heart of a better kind. 
 
 5. One that hath set soft snares for thee, 
 Snares where if once thou fettered be, 
 Thou't never covet to be free. 
 
 6. The Dews of April, the Winds of May 
 That flowr's the Meads, and glads the Day 
 Are not more soft, more sweet than they. 
 
 7. And 
 
1 26 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 7. And when thou chancest for to kill, 
 Thou needst not fear no other ill 
 Than Turtles suffer when they Bill. 
 
 On a Scriv'ner. 
 
 HEre to a period is a Scrh?ner come ; 
 This is his last sheet, full point and total sum. 
 Of all aspersions, I excuse him not, 
 'Tis plain, he liv'd not without many a blot ; 
 Yet he no ill example shew'd to any, 
 But rather gave good coppies unto many. 
 He in good Letters allways had been bred, 
 And hath writ more, then many men have read. 
 He Rulers had at his command by law, 
 Although he could not hang, yet he could draw. 
 He did more, Bondmen make then any, 
 A dash of s pen alone did mine many, 
 That not without all reason we may call 
 His letters great or little, Capitall ; 
 Yet tis the Scrivner's fate as sure as Just, 
 When he hath all done, then he falls to dust. 
 
 On 
 
The second Part. 127 
 
 On a Sexton. 
 
 |" Many graves have made, yet injoy'd none, 
 X This which I made not, I possess'd alone ; 
 Each corps without imbalming it did serve 
 My life like precious balsome to preserve ; 
 But death then kind was, now cruel found I have ; 
 Robbing me of life, without my living grave ; 
 And yet 'twas kind still to, for in the grave 
 Where once I labour had, now peace I have ; 
 I made good use of time, and night and day- 
 Took care and heed, how th' hours go away, 
 I still was ready for a grave, nor shall 
 I grieve at what I most joy'd, a Funeral 
 As I was wont, no not so prone as then, 
 Out of the grave I shall arise agen. 
 
 On a FART. 
 
 ISing the praises of a Fart, 
 That I may doo't by terms of Art ; 
 I will invoke no deitie, 
 But butter'd Pease and Furmetie ; 
 And think their help sufficient 
 To fit and furnish my intent ; 
 When Virgils gnat and Ovids flea, 
 And Homers frog strove for the day ; 
 
 There 
 
128 Westminster Drollery ; 
 
 There is no reason in my mind, 
 
 Why a Fart should come behind, 
 
 Since that we may it paralel, 
 
 With any thing that doth excell ; 
 
 Musick is but a Fart that's sent, 
 
 From the guts of an Instrument ; 
 
 The Scholler Farts, when he gains 
 
 Learning with cracking of his Brains, 
 
 And when he hath spent much pain and oyl, 
 
 Thomas and others to reconcile, 
 
 For to learn the distracting art, 
 
 What doth he get by it ? not a Fart ; 
 
 The thunder that does roar so loud 
 
 Is but the Farting of a Cloud ; 
 
 And if withall the wind do stirr up 
 
 Rain, then 'tis a Farting Sirrup : 
 
 The Soldier makes his foes to run, 
 
 With but the farting of a Gun, 
 
 That's if he make the Bullets whistle, 
 
 Else 'tis no better than a fizle ; 
 
 Fine boats that by the times about, [Thames] 
 
 Are but Farts several Docks let out ; 
 
 They are but Farts, the words we say, 
 
 Words are but words, and so are they ; 
 
 Farts are as good as Land, for both 
 
 We hold in Tail, and let 'em both ; 
 
 As soon as born they by and by 
 
 Fart-like but only sing and dye ; 
 
 Applause 
 
The second Part. 129 
 
 Applause is but a Fart, the rude 
 Blast of the whole multitude ; 
 And what is working Ale I pray, 
 But Farting Barme which makes a way 
 Out at the bunghole, by farting noise, 
 When we do hear it's sputtring voice ; 
 And when new drank, and without hopps, 
 It makes us fart, and seldome stopps. 
 I more oi Farts would write I vow, 
 But for my gutts I cannot now, 
 For now they wonderfully rumble, 
 And my stomack begins to grumble, 
 Which makes me think that Farts ere long 
 Will at my noke there find a Tongue, 
 And there sing out their own praises, 
 In thundring and in choaking Phrases ; 
 Where I leave them, and them to you, 
 And so I bid you all adeu. 
 What I have said take in good part, 
 If not I do not care a Fart. 
 
 Silence the best Wooer. 
 
 1. T "X TRong not dear Empress of my heart, 
 
 V V The mearits of true passion, 
 
 With thinking that he feels no smart, 
 
 That sues for no compassion. 
 
 2. Since 
 
1 30 Westminster Drollery, 
 
 2. Since that my thoughts serve not to prove 
 The conquest of your Beauty, 
 
 It comes not from defect of Love, 
 But from excess of duty. 
 
 3. For think you that I sue to serve 
 A Saint of such perfection 
 
 As all desire, but none deserve 
 A place in her affection. 
 
 4. I rather chuse to want relief, 
 Than venture the relieving, 
 
 When glory recommends the grief, 
 Despair distrust's th' atchieving. 
 
 5. Thus the desires that aim too high 
 For any mortal lover, 
 
 When reason cannot make 'em dye, 
 Discretion doth them cover. 
 
 6. Yet when discretion doth believe, 
 The Plaints that they shall utter ; 
 
 Then thy discretion may preceive, 
 That Silence is a Sutor. 
 
 7. Silence in Love bewrayes more woe, 
 Than words though nere so witty ; 
 
 The 
 
The second Part. 131 
 
 The begger that is dumb you know 
 Deserveth double pitty. 
 
 8. Then mis-conceive not, dearest heart, 
 
 My true though secret passion • 
 He smarteth most that hides his smart, 
 
 And sues for no compassion. 
 
 Beauty is not the guide to Affection. 
 
 OF Beauty there's no rule, neither can be, 
 Since that I like, pleases not him, nor thee. 
 One likes a dimpled Cheek, a double chin, 
 One likes a sparkling Eye, and so agen ; 
 One likes a lusty lass, to quench his fire, 
 Another, might he have but his desire, 
 Would reject all we have nam'd before, 
 And nor double Chin, nor dimpled cheek adore, 
 Neither would care for Sparkling Eye a bit, 
 And reject Lustiness, but adore Wit; 
 One likes a Lady that is short, and small ; 
 Another one perhaps that's big and tall ; 
 You like a Lady cause shee's very free, 
 I don't, for fear I should cornuted be ; 
 One likes a Woman, for such, and such a grace, 
 One cares for nothing but a handsome face ; 
 
 One 
 
3 2 Westminster Drollery ; 
 
 One loves to see flaxen locks hang down, 
 Another man delights in lovely brown ; 
 Thus all men vary you do see, and now 
 Where's the good man I pray that kist the Cow. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
Appendix, 
 
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 APPENDIX. 
 
 Notes, Various Readings, and Emendations 
 of Text, 
 
 (now first added). t 
 
 Who was the ' Author' of the Westminster Drolleries ? 
 
 Books of this class, Collections of Songs by various 
 writers, were formerly printed without careful revision. 
 Typographical errors and mistaken readings abound, 
 each edition becoming worse. Occasionally, we are 
 guided, by initials on the title-page, to a knowledge of 
 the so-called ' Author'; for the most part, merely a 
 compiler. Even acute scholars have been misled by 
 such announcements, through want of caution in exam- 
 ining the different versions, if any were to be found. 
 Thus, George Ellis, in his tastefully selected "Specimens 
 of the Early English Poets," 1801, vol. iii. p. 381, gives 
 credit to Robert Veel, as the " author of ' New Court 
 Songs and Poems/ " 1672 ; calling him " an easy ver- 
 sifier, though without much originality." He is not 
 aware that a large number of the Songs, if not all, in 
 the volume mentioned are certainly by other writers. 
 This brings an amusing result. In the belief that " As 
 poor Aurelia sate alone" is by Robert Veel, Ellis gives 
 it on p. 382, along with two other poems. He had pre- 
 viously declared of Thomas Flatman (p. 362), "This 
 poet is a miserable imitator of Cowley." But the song 
 "As poor Aurelia," which Ellis admires in the supposi- 
 tion of it being Veer's, is actually one of calumniated 
 Flatman's own, and appears in the 1674 edition of his 
 " Poems and Songs." 
 
 By the Author of the Westminster Drolleries, then, 
 we are to understand the Compiler or Collector, who 
 gives us moreover some "Additions" of his own. 
 
 If Richard Mangie, who boasts of knowing the name 
 1 of 
 
ii. APPENDIX. 
 
 of this "Author" (see his lines beginning, "Haveing 
 perused your Book," after the title-page to Part 2,) had 
 kindly imparted his information in the verse, instead of 
 the fulsome praise of his friend, as being superior to all 
 whose contributions are gathered beside, our thanks 
 to him would have been greater. He declares : — 
 
 <s Hoiv easie is it for a man to knoiv 
 
 Those Songs you made from those collected too !" 
 
 Not at all easy for a man, whether Mangie or other- 
 wise. Documentary evidence would be valuable. In 
 the absence of this we can but hazard a suggestion ; 
 viz., that the compiler and arranger of Westminster 
 Drolleries may possibly be the same as the writer of 
 Grammatical Drollery, which was "by W. H., London; 
 printed for Tho. Fox, 1682 :" The said W. H. being 
 Captain William Hicks, or Hickes, editor and part-au- 
 thor of the "Oxford Jests," 1669. But he was not 
 the same Hicks, whose celebrity was attested by old 
 suburban mile-stones near London, and marking 
 "three miles from where Hick's Hall formerly stood" 
 (see Charles Knight's amusing chapter xiv. of " Lon- 
 don"): it was Sir Baptist Hicks who built the Sessions- 
 House, in St. John's Street, Clerkenwell, 1612. We as- 
 suredly find four ofW.H.'ssongs in Part I. of the present 
 volume, eleven years before their publication in his own 
 Grammatical Drollery . These are, "Alas! what shall 
 I do," (p. 7); "My Mistress she is fully known" (p. 
 40); "My Mistress she loves Dignities" (p. 42); and 
 " Wife, prethee come give me thy hand now " (p. 44). 
 See notes on these pages. Unfortunately, Hicks's taste 
 inclined more to Mockeries, or Parodies and burlesques, 
 and to ribaldry, than to the higher class of poems. To 
 him were addressed at least two Congratulatory Poems 
 on the publication of his Oxford Jests. In " Merry 
 Drollery Compleat; or, a Colle6tion of Jovial Poems, 
 Merry Songs, Witty Drolleries," &c, edition 1691, Part 
 2nd, are two pieces, (not in 1661 edition) : one, On 
 Captain Hicks, his Oxford Jeasts, which begins, " Sub- 
 limest discretions, have club'd for expressions," p. 287; 
 (by E. Edwards, London, 1684;) has 
 
 " Will 
 
APPENDIX. iii. 
 
 " Will Summers and Scoggin with Archee be jogging, 
 Your Quirks and your Quibbles are folly : 
 
 No such rare Antidotes ere took flight from your 
 throats, 
 'Gainst the poison of black Mellancholy. 
 
 One reading a score did with laughter give o're, 
 Or his broad sides had else split in sunder; 
 
 At next Ordinary he with repeating of three 
 Made the wits at the board to knock under." 
 (p. 288. cf. O.W. Holmes, "Height of the Ridiculous.") 
 The other, p. 317, On the Printing of the Oxford Jests, 
 is in imitation of Suckling's Ballad, and commences, "I 
 tell thee, Kit, where I have been." The first part of 
 the " Oxford Drollery" is avowedly of his own writing, 
 and was published in 1671, the same year as Westmin- 
 ster Drollery, Part I. Whosoever may have been re- 
 sponsible for the latter, again came forward with a 
 volume, three years after his Second Part to the West- 
 minster, entitled "Mock Songs and yoking Poems, all 
 novel, consisting of Mocks to several late Songs about 
 the Town — with other New Songs, and Ingenious 
 Poems, much in use at Court and both Theatres. 
 Never before printed. By the Author of Westminster 
 Drollery. London, Printed for William Birtch, at the 
 Peacock in the Poultry, near Old Jury, 1675," pp. 142. 
 It contains some coarse parodies, even on choicest songs 
 that adorn the present pages (ex. grat., "By the side of 
 a Brook"), and a few poems that we have ascertained to 
 be by other writers, Alexander Brome, Richard Flat- 
 man, &c. We suspecl: the final poem in each part of 
 W. D. is by the author of the Collection, whosoever he 
 may have been. 
 
 Part 1 st. Page 1. I pass all my Hours, &c. 
 
 In John Playford's " Choice Ayres," Book 1. p. 11, 1676, 
 is the music, set by Pelham Humphrey, to this charm- 
 ing " Song, said in an old copy to be written by King 
 Charles II." Given in Sir John Hawkins's "History 
 of Music," 1776, vol. V., p. 476. Horace Walpole's 
 opinion was that there is "nothing in the following 
 
 amatory 
 
iv. APPENDIX. 
 
 amatory song to contradict the report of its having been 
 said in an old copy to be written by this witty prince." 
 (Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors, 1806 edit., i. 
 154; cf. Works, i. 327.) Dryden praises Charles, in his 
 " Threnodia Augustalis, a Funeral Pindaric/' for 
 "His conversation, wit, and parts, 
 His knowledge in the noblest useful arts," &c. 
 The Earl of Rochester's lampoon on him, as one who 
 " never said a foolish thing, nor ever did a wise 
 one," is well known ; but the king's retort, asserting 
 that his " actions were his Ministers'," while his words 
 were all his own, deserves at least equal notoriety. Dr. 
 Bliss, in a manuscript note in the British Museum, 
 gives from Thomas Hearne's MS. Collections, 1706, 
 vol. xi., the following : 
 
 King Charles the Second's Riddle. 
 
 W hat's that in the Fire, and not in the Flame ? 
 
 What's that in the Master, and not in the Dame ? 
 
 What's that in the Courtier, and not in the Clown ? 
 
 What's that in the Country, and not in the Town ? 
 To ourselves in later days, who know the poem on the 
 letter H. (long erroneously accredited to Lord Byron,) 
 viz. : "'Twas whisper'd in Heaven, 'twas mutter'd in 
 Hell," the above Riddle by His Gracious Majesty may 
 not appear Sphynxian, being simply the letter R. But 
 the origination of a puzzle with any portion of the al- 
 phabet was something gained, and this seems to be the 
 earliest example. 
 
 Of " I pass all my hours" we have seen no copy 
 printed before this in the Westminster Drollery, when 
 it was evidently quite new. But it re-appears a year 
 later, in the "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 132. The 
 variations are unimportant (as usual in the Windsor 
 D., which is inferior in printing to the Westminster, 
 and has no titles) : viz., a day ivhen ; there's no Hell ; 
 ivhen I find (so in Hawkins) ; had been kind ; When 
 I see (Hawkins) ; joys above ; Whilst alone ; no Hell ; 
 So she may [evid. wrong]. Hawkins' readings : — But 
 I live not ; 'tis I think ; on the green ; 'tis I think that 
 no joys are ; And then 'tis I think that, &c. The 1676 
 version reads, Like the pleasures. If 
 
APPENDIX. v. 
 
 In " Mock Songs and Joking Poems/ 5 1675, p. 3, is 
 an objectionable parody, of which a few lines will be 
 sufficient : — 
 
 " I pass all my hours with a dingy old Punk, 
 
 And she lives not a day, but she's sure to be drunk ; " 
 
 The burden of it is : — 
 
 " O then 'twas, and now 'tis, that there's no such hell 
 Then with an old Beldam to dwell."'' 
 
 In the second verse we are told that 
 
 "She needs must be conscious she's old; but the 
 
 Trot, 
 Though she looks in her Glass, yet believes she is 
 not." 
 
 And, in the final stanza, the penny siller, or tocher 
 guid, is remembered in her favour : — 
 
 " But when I consider the wealth she did bring, 
 And the love still to me shew'd in every thing, 
 I fear I have wrong' d her; yet wish with her charms 
 She still may be lock'd in another man's arms. 
 
 O then boys, O then, there's no joy above 
 Like her absence, her absence in love." 
 
 Page 2. A Loz-er I am, and a Lover Pll be. 
 
 Given (with music by Pelham Humphrey) in K Choice 
 Ayres," 1676, Book 1. p. 14; where we read A Lover 
 I'm born; let wisdom abound in; sign of ill nature; is 
 palVd ; some litde. 
 
 Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 6 (where the read- 
 ing is "he that loves well"). This song was very popu- 
 lar, often referred to, and parodied. One of the 
 "Mocks" to it is in Part ii. p. 84 (see note, post). Two 
 others are given, by the Author of \Y. D., in " Mock 
 Songs," 1675, pp. 2, S5. The latter of these is song 30 
 
 In the Praise of Tobacco. 
 
 (.4 Mock to ' A Loz-er I am? &c., and to that tune.) 
 
 ± obacco I love, and Tobacco Pie take, 
 
 And I hope good Tobacco I ne're shall forsake; 
 
 'Tis 
 
vi. APPENDIX. 
 
 'Tis drinking and wenching destroys still the creature ; 
 
 But this noble fume does dry up ill nature : 
 Then those that despise it, shall never be strong; 
 But those that admire it, will ever look young. 
 
 With pipe after pipe, we still keep in motion, 
 In putting and smoking, like Guns on the Ocean, 
 And when they are out, we charge 'em and then 
 We stop 'em, and ram 'em, and re-charge agen : 
 Since we with Tobacco can keep ourselves sound, 
 Let Bacchus and Venus in Lethe be drown'd. 
 
 The other, Song 2, p. 2, begins : — 
 
 "A Drunkard I am, and a Drunkard I'le dye, 
 And the sight of a brimmer does cherish my eye, 
 Though my guts are so full, there's no room for a drop, 
 Yet methinks 'tis a pleasure to bob at the Cup; 
 Which bobbing and smelling, so settles my brain, 
 That without any sleeping I fall to't again. 
 
 With Cup after Cup, I still keep in motion, 
 Till my brains dance Lavaltos like ships on the ocean ; 
 When my senses are pal'd and you think I'm slain, 
 The scent of a Celler revives me again : 
 Then hey for God Bacchus, the prince of us all, 
 'Tis he I adore, and for evermore shall." 
 
 Page 3. Hozv hard is a heart to be cured ! 
 Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 137, Song 260. 
 Different readings : — an heart ; pain that by force ; 
 Which despiseth our passion, and laughs at our care ; 
 Then since nothing but Death can untye ; fetters with 
 ivhich you insnare me [wrong : for enslave] ; And if 
 you're unwilling to save me, I am : 2. But how much ; 
 and give ear to the voice of his p. ; Then your Slave ; 
 To sheiv the ; And it shall ; true she kill'd ; But she 
 rais'd : 3. Yet at one; Love hath; cold thoughts from 
 your pitiless mind, And force you, at length, to love and 
 be kind; my fair one; Whe?i she to; Shall say, I'lebe. 
 Here, in verse 3, is either (probably) a lost line re- 
 covered, or a redundancy that had been omitted. A 
 Mock, or Parody on this song, beginning " How hard 
 
 is 
 
APPENDIX. vii. 
 
 is a wench to be gotten ! " occurs in " Mock Songs and 
 Joking Poems/' 1675, p. 127. It is of no value. 
 
 Page 4. Cloris, let my passion ever. 
 
 Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 52 (bis), Song 
 52. Different readings : — be to thee ; A flame so ; 
 Kneiv the like ; thine Ears; Nor the love ivhich is ; 3. 
 When you once are ; to mine to pay ; ' Tis gratitude 
 that I desire ; fuel Still to keep that ; And when I'm 
 forc'd through ; From these my ; my Ashes [wrong], &c. 
 
 Page 5. A Wife 1 do hate. 
 
 The author of this Song, (which at once took the town 
 by storm,) Wm. Wycherley, died in 17 15, aged 75. It 
 is Lady Flippant's " new song against Marriage," in 
 his Comedy of " Love in a Wood, or, St. James's Park," 
 Act 1, Sc. 2. As was said by our worthy friend, Bailie 
 L., of Rauchenburg in the north, " There's a wee bit 
 improper story conneckit wi' this auld sang, ye ken !" 
 
 Mrs. Jameson in her amusing " Memoirs of the 
 Beauties of the Court of Charles the Second," (edit. 1851, 
 p. 87), refers to the anecdote in question as being "too 
 characteristic to be given here. It may be found in 
 Grainger, and in Dennis's letters." This is prudent; as 
 in a case we remember, where a Young Lady corrected 
 the tame version of a story she heard some one repeat- 
 ing, by declaring that it was a much stronger and more 
 objectionable word that had been omitted, to the great 
 injury of the tale. When pressed to mention what was 
 the true version, she declared, " O dear no ! certainly 
 not, she would rather die than speak it; " but, sooner 
 than that they should be disappointed, she " would write 
 it down." Leigh Hunt is less scrupulous than these 
 ladies, but in his Memoir of Wycherley, prefixed to 
 that poet's Dramatic Works, edition 1871, p. xi., he so 
 wraps it up in periphrases that we nearly lose the point 
 altogether. 
 
 Beautiful Lady Castlemaine, Duchess of Cleveland 
 made acquaintance with Wycherley, at the date of West- 
 minster Drollery, by means of this very song. In Pall 
 
 Mall 
 
viii. APPENDIX. 
 
 Mall she called to him from the coach-windows as he 
 passed near, " Sir, you are a rascal ! you are a villain ! 
 
 you are the son of a" et cetera. It was startling, 
 
 as a salutation from a handsome stranger ; but she 
 alluded to his own declaration in the last lines of the 
 song, and thus chose to shew her sense of literary merits 
 and gallantry, — for he had served as a volunteer in a 
 Sea-fight against the Dutch. Wycherley, nothing loth, 
 was equal to the occasion, took her challenge, spoke 
 at once, or called next morning, humbly affecting to be 
 afraid of having somehow incurred her displeasure, and 
 succeeded at once in gaining an appointment for their 
 meeting at the Play, by his boasting that for her sake, 
 as being the finer woman of the two, he would break an 
 engagement made previously with another. There is 
 the story : <voila tout I Wycherley dedicated the 
 printed Comedy to her Grace, in 1672, with profuse 
 compliments, although admitting that she stood " as 
 little in need of flattery, as her beauty did of art." 
 
 Of her it seems true, as the Earl of Dorset described 
 Sedley's daughter, the Countess of Dorchester : — 
 
 J_/orinda's sparkling wit and eyes, 
 United, cast too fierce a light, 
 Which blazes high, but quickly dies, 
 Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. 
 
 Love is a calmer, gentler joy, 
 Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace, 
 Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, 
 That runs his link full in your face. 
 
 The Song " A wife I do hate" is incorrectly given in 
 Windsor Drollery, 1672, p. 10. It is answered the same 
 year, in R. V.'s 'New Court Songs,' p. 116, begin- 
 ning :— 
 
 A Wife I adore 
 If either she's constant or civil, &c. 
 
 In Westminster Drollery we have probably the earliest 
 and best printed version of Wycherley's Song, 167 1. 
 In the play, we find a few variations, not improve- 
 ments : — A Spouse I ; ivho nothing will ask us ; Her 
 
 love 
 
APPENDIX. ix. 
 
 love [wrong] ; takes her ; Without an Act ; When 
 parents. Music by Pelham Humphrey in Pills p.m., 
 v- 173- 
 
 Page 6. Wert thou but half so "wise. 
 
 Notice the use of the term of " Beauty's after-math," 
 or autumnal final-crop, a word again brought into use : 
 
 (Once again the fields we mow, 
 And gather in the aftermath. 
 
 Not the sweet, new grass with flowers, 
 Is this harvesting of ours ; 
 
 Not the upward clover bloom ; 
 But the rowen mixed with weeds, 
 Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, 
 Where the poppy drops its seeds 
 
 In the silence and the gloom.) 
 
 See Longfellow's recent volume. We find Cupid assailed 
 with the Castlemaine epithet, which as Macaulay says 
 "might most justly have been applied to her own child- 
 ren." The attack on Lucretia may seem atrocious, but 
 is not without precedent. Theo. Beza has 
 
 Sifuit ille tibi Lucretia, gratus adulter, 
 Immerito merita proemia morte petis, etc. 
 
 Which Thomas Hey wood renders, in his Epigram on 
 Lucrece : — 
 
 If to thy bed the adulterer welcome came, 
 O Lucrece, then thy death deserves no fame. 
 If force were offred, give true reason why, 
 Being clear thy selfe thou for his fault wouldst dye ? 
 Therefore in vaine thou seekst thy fame to cherish, 
 Since mad thou fal'st, or for thy sinne dost perish. 
 (T. H.'s Pleasant Dialogues and Dramas, 
 
 edit. 1637, p. 268.) 
 Heywood also gives one from Antonio Casanova, Of 
 Lucrece, beginning : — 
 
 " Why Lucrece better might herself have slaine 
 Before the act, than after her black staine," &c. 
 He glorifies her for having by self-murder caused her 
 
 country 
 
x. APPENDIX. 
 
 country to be freed from the yoke of the Tarquins. It 
 is on p. 279 of the same volume : — 
 
 Dicite, cum melius cadcre ante Lucrctia posset, 
 Cur potius "voluit post scelus ilia mori. 
 
 But this enfranchisement she could scarcely have fore- 
 seen. And, even as Shakespeare gives it, in the popular 
 acceptance of the legend, the Roman Matron's con- 
 duct is unsatisfactory. Threatened by Tarquin, she 
 should have courted death sooner than accept dis- 
 honour; but she feared to leave a caluminated name 
 behind, more than she loathed the outrage. She was 
 excelled in virtue and self-sacrifice by many of our 
 noble English ladies, who voluntarily died, during the 
 Indian Mutiny, of 1857, t0 preserve their chastity. 
 
 Sir Francis Kynaston, in his " Cynthiades ; or, 
 Amorous Sonets," 1642, p. 133, has a Poem to Cynthia, 
 his Mistress; on Seeing and Touching, which begins 
 thus :— 
 
 Wert thou as kinde as thou art faire, 
 
 All men might have a part, 
 And breathe thee freely as the ayre : 
 
 For {Cynthia) thou art 
 In the superlative degree 
 
 More beauteous than the light, 
 And as the Sun art made to be 
 
 An object for the sight. &c. 
 
 And in Cotgrave's Wit's Interpreter (1655, p. 102 ; 
 167 1, p. 209) is another song, entitled Disdain Returned; 
 to which Henry Lawes set music : — 
 
 W ert thou much fairer than thou art, 
 Which lies not in the power of art; 
 Or hadst thou in thy eyes more darts 
 Than ever Cupid shot at hearts ; 
 Yet if they were not shot at me, 
 I should not cast a thought on thee. 
 
 I'd rather marry a disease, 
 
 Than court the thing I cannot please ; 
 
 She 
 
APPENDIX. xi. 
 
 She that would cherish my desires, 
 Must court my flames with equal fires. 
 What pleasure is there in a kiss, 
 To him that doubts her heart not his ? 
 
 I love thee not because th' art fair, 
 Softer than down, smoother than air : 
 Nor for the Cupids that do lie 
 In every corner of thy eye; 
 
 Would you then know what it may be ? 
 
 ' Tis I love you, cause you love me. 
 
 Henry Bold, in his " Latine Songs," 1685, turns the 
 above into " Si prtesuisses formula," etc., p. 29. 
 
 Page 7. Alas ! ivhat shall I do. 
 
 This rollicking Drinking Song is, almost certainly, by 
 Captain William Hicks. In his "Grammatical 
 Drollery," 1682, p. 104, it is printed more effectively 
 in half lines. Al lect. : — 1. Muse afoot; 2. die [dye] 
 my wit in grain ; 'Tis the only; 3. for to obey ; ' That 
 commands me do't : 'Tis they; It is, mark you that, 
 I'm a Cup; spoke sense. 
 
 Page 8. Silvia, tell me, &c. 
 
 Also in "Windsor Drollery," 1672, p. 21 : In 2nd verse 
 misreads : 'tis he that I love. 
 
 Page 10. Wherever I am, and whatever I do. 
 
 By John Dryden, in his "Almanzor and Almahide ; 
 or, the Conquest of Grenada," Part 1st., Act iv. sc. 2, 
 1 67 1, a song addressed to Lyndaraxa. Given in" Hive," 
 1724, i. p. 231, "The Fond Lover;" elsewhere as 
 " Phillis Always," and "The Confession." Music to it 
 is in Pills to p.m., iii, 163. Corrections, by Dryden folio, 
 1701, i, 406 : — 2. heart bounds; awake; [_sad dream : 
 wrong] ; for ever be kind. Music, by Alph. Marsh, in 
 "Choice Ayres," i. 29. 
 
 Page 11. Poor Celia once ivas very fair. 
 
 A song by Thomas Flatman, called "The Advice;" 
 
 among 
 
xii. APPENDIX. 
 
 among his Poems, ed. 1686. Given also in "Windsor 
 Drollery/' p. 19, and with the Music in Pills to Purge 
 Melancholy, iii. 153, 1719, as " Catlia's Complaint.'' 
 Flatman has — her dainty cheek ; one was not ; to ivalk 
 along; at the door; She dropt a tear (n.b.) See note 
 on p. 118. 
 
 Page 12. World thou art so ivicked grozvn. 
 
 A lively contrast between the smug Precisian and needy 
 Cavalier, written probably before the Restoration. 
 Ben Jonson in his Masque song of Cook Lbrrel, 162 1, 
 had not forgotten the sanctified upturning of the Form- 
 alist's eyes. They help to diversify the banquet when 
 appropriately cooked : — 
 
 "He called for a Puritan poacht, 
 
 That used to turn up the whites of his eyes." 
 
 At p. 14 the Reader may deliberate betwixt Rodo- 
 montade and Rhodomontade, as a correction ; while 
 our Etymologists are squabbling against each other. 
 
 P. 14. Hoiv unhappy a Lover. 
 
 By John" Dryden, in part 2 of his " Conquest of 
 Grenada," A61 iv. Sc. 3, Given in Windsor Drollery, 
 p. 1. The interlocuters, in the play, are "He and She." 
 The Dryden folio, 1701, i. 452, has : — 2. But to pity; 3. 
 desire ; fire ; 4. Yet at least (or, in Windsor D.,%uorst); 
 5. O ye Gods ; 6. to your Love; souls to meet closer 
 above. Music, by Nicholas Staggins, in " Choice 
 Ayres," 1676, i. 32. 
 
 Page 16. Come live ivith me, &c. 
 
 A shameless " Mock," or parody, on what Isaak Walton 
 calls " that smooth song which was made by Kit Mar- 
 low, now at least fifty years ago" — that is, before 1593, 
 Marlow having died at end of May in that year ; "and 
 the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was 
 made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days" 
 ('The Compleat Angler,' 1653, chapter 2). The sage 
 mother naturally chose the common-sense .rebuke, 
 
 while 
 
APPENDIX. xiii. 
 
 while the romantic damsel as fitly inclined to the im- 
 passioned pleading of the Lover. These two songs, dear 
 to all who know anything of English poetry : " Come 
 live with me, and be my Love!" and "If all the world 
 and love were young," are in " England's Helicon," 
 1600, and Dr. Hannah's "Courtly Poets," 1870, pp. 
 10, 11. 
 
 , Page 17. Hoiv severe is forgetful Old Age. 
 
 With music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," 
 Book 1. p. 30. Omits Yet in verse 2; wheresoever I 
 g°- 
 
 Page 18. Never persuade me to 't. 
 
 The sense is here obscured by defective punctuation. 
 Read : — I therefore breathe ; alas ! you know, &c. ; In- 
 flame, as poysons do, only prepare &c. Thus in 
 Windsor D., p. 10. 
 
 Page 24. All the flatteries of Fate. 
 
 Windsor Drollery, p. 11, reads: — pleasures of State, 
 There's nothing ; does ; If to love ; still languishing 
 little, at length ; And when; To be interr'd [wrong]. 
 
 Page 25. Love that is screw' 'd a pitch, &c. 
 
 Windsor D., p. 6, corrects : — a pin too high; my Cloris 
 frowns ; she the ivhole world droivns. 
 
 Page 27. O fain 'would I before I die. 
 
 Evidently, this ought to be divided into three stanzas 
 of 8 lines each. The last verse is especially beautiful. 
 Omitting this altogether, an inferior version appears 
 in 1 7 16 edition of Dryden's Miscellany Poems, ii, 201 
 (not in 1702 edit.), as A Song, beginning "Fain would 
 I, Chloris, e'er I die," &c, here given. It is thence 
 copied into Nichol's collection of Poems, 1780, i. 176. 
 With Henry Lawes' music, it appeared in John Play- 
 ford's "Select Ayres and Dialogues," 1659, p. 39, as A 
 Lover's. Legacie : — 
 
 2 Fain 
 
xiv. APPENDIX. 
 
 j* ain would I, Chloris, e'er I die, 
 Bequeath you such a Legacy, 
 That you might say when I am gone, 
 None hath the like : My Heart alone 
 Were the best gift I could bestow, 
 
 But that's already yours, you know. 
 So that 'till you my Heart resign, 
 Or fill with yours the place of mine, 
 And by that grace my btore renew, 
 I shall have nought worth giving you ; 
 Whose breast has all the Wealth I have, 
 Save a faint carcase and a grave : 
 But had I as many Hearts as hairs, 
 As many lives as Love has fears, 
 As many lives as years have hours, 
 They should be all and only yours. 
 
 Page 28. Thus all our life long, 
 A Shepherds' May-pole Song, by Thomas Shadwell, 
 in Act iii. of his tragi-comedy, "The Royal Shepherd- 
 ess," 1669; with a fourth verse, omitted from West- 
 minster Drollery : — 
 
 4. With our delicate Nymphs we kiss and we toy, 
 What all others but dream of, we daily enjoy ; 
 With our Sweet-hearts we dally so long till we find 
 Their pretty Eyes say that their hearts are grown kind : 
 And when we have done, we laugh and lie down, 
 And to each pretty Lass we give a green Gown. 
 The entire scene forms a charming Pastoral : It gives 
 us a glimpse into Arcadia : — 
 
 Life without Labour ; full of joy, 
 And free from all Oppressors' wrong. 
 The shepherds sing : — 
 
 Here our own proper flocks of sheep 
 We may in pleasant safety keep. 
 Here a perpetual Spring does cloathe the Earth 
 And makes it fruitful with each season's birth. 
 In this fair climate every day 
 Is fresh and green as May, 
 And here no beauty can decay. They 
 
APPENDIX. xv. 
 
 They tell of the Jolly Shepherds' life : — 
 
 2. 
 
 Free from all cares, in pleasant shades 
 
 And fragrant bowers, we spend the day — 
 
 ( Bowers which no heat, nor cold invades, 
 
 Which all the year are fresh and gay); 
 
 Each does his loving Mate embrace, 
 And in soft pleasures melts the hours away, 
 
 So innocently that no face 
 Of Nymph or Shepherd can a guilt betray : 
 And having ease, the Nurse of Poetry, 
 
 We sing the Stories of our Loves, 
 
 As chaste as Turtle- Doves, 
 Free from all fear and jealousie, 
 
 From every envious eye : 
 For every man possesses but his own, 
 No Shepherd sighs, nor Shepherdess does frown : 
 
 No Ambition here is found, 
 But to be crown'd 
 
 Lord or Lady of the May; 
 
 And on the Solemn Day 
 
 For singing to have praise, 
 Or for inditing to deserve the Bayes. 
 
 Thus, thus live we, &c. 
 
 3- 
 In the cool evening, on the lawns we play, 
 
 And merrily pass our time away. 
 We dance, and run, and pipe and sing, 
 
 And wrastle in a Ring : 
 For some gaudy wreaths of flowers, 
 Cropt from the fruitful fields, and bowers, 
 By some pretty Nymphs compos'd, 
 By their fair hands to be dispos'd 
 To those ambitious Shepherds, who 
 With virtuous emulation strive to do 
 What may deserve the Garlands, and (obtain'd) 
 Are prouder far than Princes that have gain'd 
 
 In fight their valour's prize, 
 Or over stubborn Nations victories ; 
 Whilst in the adjoining grove the Nightingale 
 
 Does tell her mournful tale, And 
 
xvi. APPENDIX. 
 
 And does our pleasures greet 
 
 With each note 
 So sweet, so sweet, so sweet 
 From her pretty jugging, jugging throat. 
 
 It does each breast inspire 
 With loving heat and with poetic fire. 
 Thus, thus live we, &c. 
 
 4- 
 We live aloof from Destiny 
 
 (That only quarrels with the Great,) 
 And in this calm retreat 
 ( Content with Nature uncorrupted) we 
 From splendid miseries of Courts are free. 
 From pomp and noise, from pride, and fear, 
 From factions, from divisions clear, 
 Free from brave beggary, smiling strife : 
 
 This is indeed a Life 1 
 No flaws in Titles vex our cares, 
 Nor quarrel we for what's our own, 
 No noise of War invades our ears, 
 We suffer not the rage of Sword or Gown. 
 Our little cabins stronger are 
 Than palaces, to keep out woes ; 
 Nor ever take we care 
 To fortifie 'gainst any foes, 
 But little showers of rain, or hail, 
 Which seldom do this place assail. 
 Thus, thus live we, &c. 
 And then the shepherds and shepherdesses take hands 
 round and dance, as they sing the song given in our 
 text : " Thus all our life long we are frolick and gay." 
 Music by John Banister, in " Choice Ayres." 1676, i. 15. 
 The list of country sports and games, in the original 
 play, runs thus : — 
 
 At Trap and at Keels, and at Barlibreak run, 
 At Goff, and at Stool-ball, &c. 
 For Keels, or Kayles (Ninepins) see Strutt's "Sports 
 & Pastimes," Hone's ed., 1838, pp. 270, 382, 102, 103. 
 Notice, also, the allusion to taking Larks by means of 
 a Daze, or dazzling bit of looking-glass, to which they 
 
 descend, 
 
APPENDIX. xvii. 
 
 descend, as though mistaking the reflection for another 
 Sun, and so are entrapped. Tom D'Urfey, of face- 
 tious memory, has a humorous Song, sung at the 
 wedding of Mary the Buxom, beginning, 
 
 rt Come all, great, small, short, tall, 
 
 Away to Stool-ball ; 
 
 Down in a vale on a summer's day, 
 
 All the lads and lasses met to be merry, 
 
 A match for Kisses at Stool-ball play, 
 
 And for Cakes and Ale and Sider [Cyder] and Perry." 
 
 It is in Act iii. Sc. 2 of his "Don Quixote" opera, Part 
 3rd., 1696. With the music, given in Pills P.M., i. 91. 
 " Dun in the Mire," a Yule-log sport, is men- 
 tioned in W. D., Pt. ii. p. 34. So in Chaucer, the 
 Manciple's Prologue, " And saide, ' Sirs, what ? Dun 
 is in the Mire.' " 
 
 Page 29. On the bank of a brook. 
 We gain the useful correction of " some far desert," 
 instead of " fair," in the last verse of this delightful 
 song, from Windsor Drollery, p. 23. Other variations 
 are : — that grozv ; might their Love ; Ah ! said ; And 
 Envy; it ivould stay, Would quickly, alas, make it 
 aivay [wrong] ; And a neuu world to, &c. Music by 
 John Banister, in Choice Ayres, i. 34. Reads : — should 
 stay, Will too soon, alas ! make it decay. 
 
 Page 30. Cellamina, of my heart. 
 It is printed dialogue-fashion in Windsor D., p. 101, 
 verses headed alternately Damon and Celamina. Va- 
 riations ; — If ivith your ; I shall ; works the quicker : 
 Love by quarrel ; Physician's wit; Fever; rouzes ; spur 
 to vain delight ; at the height ; ver. 6. is corrupt. 
 
 Pages 31 and 116. Beneath a Myrtle shade. 
 Another of John Dryden's songs, in his ' Conquest of 
 Grenada,' Part I. Act iii., during the performance of 
 the Zambra Dance. Music, by John Banister, in " Choice 
 Ayres," i. 37. In the Hive, i. 157, entitled "The Lover's 
 Dream." The two copies given in Westm. D. differ 
 
 slightly 
 
xviii. APPENDIX. 
 
 slightly from that in Dryden's first folio, 1701, i. 399 
 (where we read " Which Love for none" but happy 
 Lovers made,"), and from each other. " Jove for none" 
 and "Virgin's head " are peculiar to Westm. D., and 
 may be authentic from original MS. Our second part 
 copy gives the final verse correctly; the other twice 
 corrupts it. 
 
 ' Glorious John ' gave us here a charming lyric. At 
 his best, what a true poet he was ! Master of the 
 sweetest and most thrilling chords. In grasp of power 
 he is kingly. He employs the witchery of echoing 
 sound, in the repetitions of the first verse : • 
 
 " Whilst Love strew'd flowers beneath her feet : 
 Flow'rs, which so press'd by her, became more 
 sweet." 
 
 Also, in his "Cymonand Iphigenia," with perfection of 
 melody : — 
 
 " The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, 
 To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose : 
 The fanning wind and purling streams continue her 
 repose. 
 
 Page 33. As I lay all alone. 
 
 Also in Windsor D., p. 112. Al. lect. — restless mind ; 
 that caused my woes ; Which so ; first I saw ; now am 
 left ; Noiv farewel ; it now has. 
 
 Page 35. There 'was, and there tvas. 
 
 In our own time with cheap and rapid postal commu- 
 nication, we associate the 14th of February and its 
 calendar saint with little beyond the sending or receiv- 
 ing of Valentines, — letters, flowers, and gift-books. But 
 two or three hundred years ago, though Valentine gifts 
 were interchanged, there were also memorable customs : 
 1st., the drawing of Valentines by Lot; 2nd., (by su- 
 perior good fortune) the having as first visitor in the 
 morning (like a New Year's First Foot in the North) 
 the person whose love was to enrich the following 
 twelvemonth. 
 
 Let 
 
APPENDIX. xix. 
 
 Let the pretty Lyric in Part ii. p. 41, beginning, "As 
 youthful Day put on his best," and also Ophelia's 
 song, "Tomorrow it is St. Valentine's Day," suffice in 
 reference to the latter custom, along with one which 
 before 1756 Dr. Arne set to music : — 
 
 Valentine's Day. 
 
 When blushes dy'd the cheek of Morn, 
 And dew-drops glisten' d on the thorn, 
 When sky-larks tun'd their carols sweet, 
 To hail the God of light and heat, 
 Philander from his downy bed 
 To fair Lisetta's chamber sped, 
 Crying, Awake, sweet love of mine, 
 I'm come to be thy Valentine, &c. 
 
 Clio & Euterpe, 1762. i. 196. 
 
 As regards the Drawing of Mates by Lot, Douce says, 
 in his ' Illustrations of Shakespeare : ' "It was the 
 practice in ancient Rome, during a great part of the 
 month of February, to celebrate the Lupercalia, which 
 were feasts in honour of Pan and Juno, whence the 
 latter deity was named Februata, Februalis, and Feb- 
 rulla. On this occasion, amidst a variety of ceremonies, 
 the names of young ivomen ivere put into a box, from 
 ivhich they ivere draivn by the men as chance directed. 
 The pastors of the early Christian church . . . substi- 
 tuted the names of particular Saints, instead of the 
 women's; and as the festival of the Lupercaliahad com- 
 menced about the middle of February, they appear to 
 have chosen St. Valentine's day for celebrating the new 
 feast, because it occurred nearly at the same time . . . 
 It was utterly impossible to extirpate altogether any 
 ceremony to which the common people had been much 
 accustomed . . . Choosing mates would gradually be- 
 come reciprocal in the sexes ; and all persons so chosen 
 would be called Valentines from the day on which the 
 ceremony took place." 
 
 Absurd as may be the Poem at p. 35, it gives a valu- 
 able contemporary picture of the Drawing ; a record 
 of a custom already nearly past away. William Cart- 
 wright 
 
xx. APPENDIX. 
 
 wright, who died young, about 1638, in the posthumous 
 collection of his Poems, 165 1, p. 242, has left us the 
 following poem on the subject : — 
 
 No Drawing of Valentines. 
 
 Cast not in Chloe's Name among, 
 The common undistinguish'd throng, 
 
 1*1 neither so advance 
 
 The foolish raign of chance, 
 
 Nor so depress the throne 
 
 Whereon Love sits alone : 
 If I must serve my passions, I'l not owe 
 Them to my fortune ; ere I love, PI know. 
 
 Tell me what God lurks in the Lap 
 To make that councel, we call Hap ? 
 
 What power conveighs the name ? 
 
 Who to it adds the flame ? 
 
 Can he raise mutual fires, 
 
 And answering desires ? 
 None can assure me that I shall approve 
 Her whom I draw, or draw her whom I love. 
 
 No longer then this Feast abuse, 
 
 You choose and like, I like and choose ; 
 
 My flame is try'd and just, 
 
 Yours taken up on trust. 
 
 Hail thus blest Valentine, 
 
 And may my Chloe shine 
 To me and none but me, as I beleeve 
 We ought to make the whole year but thy Eve. 
 
 Well might Ben Jonson declare, * My son Cartwright 
 writes all like a man [' (Compare the notes on pp. 41 
 and 79 of Part 2.) 
 
 Page 37. Was ever man so c vex > d ivith a Trull ? 
 
 Not improbably this is by Captain William Hicks, or 
 Hickes ; the author of the three songs which immedi- 
 ately follow it. In the first part of "Oxford Drollery," 
 1 67 1, devoted to his own writings, is another of similar 
 character, p. 23, entitled 
 
 The 
 
APPENDIX. xxi. 
 
 The New Scolding Wife. 
 (Tune, Gossips' Fro lick.) 
 
 1 ' VV as ever man so vex'd with a wife 
 As I poor Humphrey Dory ? 
 For now I am weary of my life, 
 As you will find by the story ; 
 For every night she beats me, 
 And every day she cheats me, 
 She flounces and kicks, and she plays her tricks, 
 And this is the way she treats me. 
 
 2. When once a week but two pence I spend, 
 
 With my neighbours at a meeting, 
 She presently after us doth send, 
 
 And then she begins her greeting : 
 But when I do but come in, Sir, 
 Then she begins to grin, Sir, 
 To kick and to fling, and to make the house ring, 
 With i A pox take ye,' where have you been, 
 Sir?' 
 
 3. When then quoth I, ' I lately went out 
 
 To speak with my Neighbour Pury' — 
 But before I can turn my self about 
 
 She flies at me like a Fury : 
 ' How dare you go out o' th' doors, Sir ? 
 
 Fie make you to sit, to spin and to knit, 
 And never offend me more, Sir. 5 
 
 4. Then down on my Mary-bones I fall, 
 And cry to her peccwvi ,• 
 Or else she begins to scold and to brawl, 
 
 And swear all the Town shall not save ye. 
 Nay, if you do but quatch, Sir, 
 Or offer to draw the Latch, Sir, 
 Fie set up my note, and Pie bang your Coat, 
 
 And I think you have met with your match, 
 Sir.' 
 
 The Roxburgh Collection of Ballads gives us another, 
 " The Cruell Shrow ; or, the Patient Man's Woe," be- 
 ginning " Come, batchelers and married men and listen 
 
 to 
 
xxii. APPENDIX. 
 
 to my Song" (I. 28; Bd. Soc, vol. i. p. 94), written 
 by Arthur Halliarg, between 1607 and 1641. The 
 subject was a favourite. Honest Dekker makes special 
 mention of " the Humours of the Patient Man, and the 
 Impatient Wife," as an attraction, on the title page of 
 his best Comedy, 1604, 1630. 
 
 Page 40 — 43. My Mistress she is fully known, &c. 
 
 Both this song and " My Mistress she loves Dignities" 
 are repeated, eleven years later, in Grammatical Drol- 
 lery, consisting of . . Poems and Songs by W[illiam] 
 H[icks], 1682; on pp. 62, 63. In the same volume are 
 two more of similar character by him : * My Mistress 
 is all the Genders,' beginning " And first she's 
 counted Masculine;" with 'My Mistress understands all 
 the Cases,' beginning ", My Mistress she hath policie." 
 Both are to the same tune as the first in W. D., 
 viz., ' Shackle de Hay,' or e Shackley Hay' (Young 
 Palmus; for music of which see Chappell, p.m., 368). 
 These four Songs, popular in their day, help to give 
 title and character to this latest and least interesting of 
 the Drolleries. 
 
 Diff. Readings : She'll searce them (qu., for search ?) 
 3. Magister is her Master; 7 Had happy been had 
 they ne'er knew. In second song: — no comparison to be; 
 Trade. For Audax boldly said unto her, Y'are 
 positively known. 
 
 She is still to durus hard, 
 And often with siveet dulcis jarr'd j 
 Which made kind tristis very sad, 
 To see poor Pauper us'd so bad. 
 
 3. With any alive, In all the illiberal sciences 
 Which she has learned by Degrees, 
 Nay, ivas more hard to durior 
 Than all the rest o' 'th' Creiv before. 
 
 4. Last I Superlative her call, 
 
 'Cause she'll be uppermost of all. 
 And yet, although she was so high, 
 Lov'd underneath her self to lie; 
 
 And 
 
APPENDIX. xxiii. 
 
 And us'd durissimus, I hear. 
 
 The hardest of all, when he came there. 
 
 5. Thus have I t'ye my Mistress shown, 
 How she is Positively known ; 
 And Comparatively too, 
 She did out-learn the rest o' th' Crew; 
 And of her being Superlative, 
 'Cause she'd be highest of any alive. 
 
 Page 44. Wife pr'ethee come, &c. 
 
 Probably by Captain William Hicks, as it is in his 
 "Grammatical Drollery," there beginning "Wife, 
 comegi' me thy hand now !" Two verses are coupled 
 into one. Verses 3 and 4 of Westminster Drollery are 
 omitted. She declares that she will have "every iveek 
 a new gown." 
 
 Page 47. Make ready, fair Lady, to-night. 
 
 This is Warner's ' new Song,' in Act iv. of Sir Martin 
 Mar-All,' by John Dryden, 1668. Moody makes 
 comment, on hearing it : — " Bodykins ! I like not that, 
 to cozen her old Father ; it may be my own case 
 another time." We should be sorry to lose Dryden's 
 comedies, even for the sake of an equivalent epic, such 
 as he was capable of giving. Sir Walter says in Mar- 
 mion : — 
 
 " And Dryden, in immortal strain, 
 Had raised the Table Round again, 
 But that a ribald King and Court 
 Bade him toil on, to make them sport; 
 Demanded for their niggard pay, 
 Fit for their souls, a looser lay, 
 Licentious satire, song, and play." 
 
 Page 47. To little or no purpose, &c. 
 
 This song is by Sir George Etherege, in Act v. Sc. 
 I, of his comedy " She Would if she Could," 1668. The 
 music was set by John Eccles, and is among his collected 
 Songs (n. d., but about 1704), p. 73. There is a viva- 
 city 
 
xxiv. APPENDIX. 
 
 city about Etherege which no change of fashion, no 
 outcry of prurient prudes, can drive into oblivion. The 
 comedy has been attacked with acrimony, cela va sans 
 dire ; especially by Sir Richard Steele in the Spectator 
 (No. li., April, 1 711). We like Steele, personally, 
 quite as well as Addison, but we are not always im- 
 pressed by his hot and cold fits of moral indignation. 
 As Charles Lamb has it, " a worn-out sinner is some- 
 times found to make the best declaimer against sin. 
 The same high-seasoned descriptions which in his un- 
 regenerate state served to inflame his appetites, in his 
 new province of a moralist will serve him (a little turned) 
 to expose the enormity of those appetites in other men." 
 
 Page 48. My name is honest Harry. 
 
 Probably a new Song in 167 1. It has always since 
 been popular, both in this its original dress (given by 
 Jamieson, Pop. Bds., ii. 285 ; by Ritson, Engl. Sgs., i. 
 149; in Hive, ii. 183, and in W. H. Logan's amusing 
 Pedlar's Pack, p. 317, from W. D.), and in its later 
 transformation — "My name's Honest Harry, O! Mary 
 I will marry, O;" three stanzas modernized, as sung 
 by Annette in Leonard Mc. Nally's Opera of " Robin 
 Hood; or, Sherwood Forest," 1784. With music, this 
 appears in "Calliope," edit. 1788, p. 324. The words are 
 in Bullfinch, Roundelay, &c, various editions. 
 
 Page 50. I saiv a Peacock, &c. 
 
 To the reader's eye this is injured, in its fun, by the 
 commas, which guide too quickly to the true sense. It 
 ought to be, as a puzzle, wholly without punctuation. 
 Twenty years ago it was still a favourite of school boys. 
 " My wishes greet : The English Fleet" is less known. 
 A third is " I hold as faith, What Rome's church saith," 
 or, " What England's Church allows." Printed in 
 "Wit's Recreations," London, 1640, Reprint, p. 294. 
 
 Page 51. I'll tell you true, ivhither doth stray. 
 
 A different and inferior version is in ' e Wit Restored," 
 1658, (Reprint, p. 231), as a Mock-Song to Thomas 
 Carew's beautiful ' Reply,' beginning, "Ask 
 
APPENDIX. xxv. 
 
 xs Ask me no more, whither do stray 
 The golden atoms of the day ? 
 For, in pure love, heaven did prepare 
 Those powders to enrich your hair." 
 
 This seems the accepted first verse, and not " Ask me 
 no more, where Jove bestows," &c, as given in W. C. 
 Hazlitt's scholarly edition of Carew, Roxburghe Li- 
 brary, 1870, p. 125. Wit Restored gives the (appar- 
 ently) original ' Question/ — " I aske thee whence 
 those ashes were V Carew's Reply; the present Mock- 
 Song (corrupt version, loc. cit.,) beginning "I'll tell you 
 true, whereon doth light The dusky shade of banisht 
 night"); and two more of the group, "The Moderatix," 
 and " The Affirmative Answer," beginning respectively 
 *' Fie tell you where another Sun," and " Oh no, heaven 
 saw men's fancyes stray." Tennyson has been to the 
 same fount : cf . his Si Ask me no more : the moon may 
 draw the sea," in "The Princess." 
 
 Page 52. Noble, lovely, virtuous creature. 
 
 By Sir Henry Wotton, who died in 1639. This and 
 the two following poems are given in the ' Reliquics 
 Wottoniance? pubd. in 165 1 ; respectively on pp. 492, 
 493, 499, 2nd edition, 1654. As to "William," in the 
 text, he is Sergeant Hoskins; and "Harry" is Wotton 
 himself. See the admirable memoir of the poet, by 
 piscatorial lza.sk Walton, prefixed to the Reliquice. 
 
 Page 54. You meaner Beauties of the Night. 
 
 As already mentioned, this is by Sir Henry Wotton, 
 written about 1620, and printed in Reliquice Wotton- 
 ia7i<e, where the title is "On his Mistriss, the Queen of 
 Bohemia." She died in 1662, aged 66. See Thomas 
 Park's edition, 1806, of H. Walpole's Catal. Royal and 
 Noble Authors, i. 146, wherein she is mentioned, as 
 "The amiable daughter of James I. to whom Lord 
 Harington was preceptor, and whose marriage with the 
 Prince Palatine, afterwards King of Bohemia, was so- 
 lemnised with a profuseness of expense and pageantry, 
 3 that 
 
xxvi. APPENDIX. 
 
 that materially contributed to drain her father's ex- 
 chequer. But this match, as Hume observes, though 
 celebrated with great joy and festivity, proved itself a 
 very unhappy event. . . In 1619 the Elector was made 
 King of Bohemia." 
 
 Dr. Hannah notes that " it was printed with music as 
 early as 1624, in Est's Sixth Set of Books, and is found 
 in many MSS." (Courtly Poets, Aldine ed., 95). We 
 find it a century afterwards adapted to Abiel Whichello's 
 tune, "Would fate to me Belinda give." The lengthened 
 version in Allan Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellany, about 
 1739, is there mistakenly "said to be made in honour 
 of our Sovereign Lady Mary Queen of Scots;" but 
 not following the Aberdeen Cantus of 1682, 3rd ed. 
 No. liv (which has " my Mistriss shine :" 8 verses). To 
 point the moral and adorn the tale, the fifth Northern 
 verse runs : — 
 
 " But ah ! poor Light, Gem, Voice, and Smell, 
 
 What are ye if my Mary shine ? 
 Moon, Diamond, Flowers and Philomel, 
 
 Light Lustre Scent and Musick tine, 
 
 And yield to Merit more divine." 
 
 We prefer Wotton pure and simple to this Scottified 
 version. The appropriation is almost as cool as that 
 employed in regard to Sir Charles Sedley's exquisite 
 Song, "Ah, Chloris ! could I now but sit," in his "Mul- 
 berry Garden," Act iii. Sc. 2, 1665-8, (ill assigned to 
 Duncan Forbes, of Culloden). Reliq. Wotton. reads : — 
 3. Your pure purple; 4. (last lines) 
 
 By Vertue first, then choyce a Queen, 
 Tell me, if she were not design'd 
 Th' Eclypse and Glory of her kind ? 
 
 In Additional MS. No. 22, 118, Brit. Museum, is a 6 
 verse copy signed Sir Henry Wotton. The stanzas 
 run, 1. You m.; 2. Violets, 3. Chanters; 4. You glori- 
 ous t; 5. So when ; 6. The Rose. We give 4. and 6. 
 from the Hive, ii. 168) : — 
 
 4. You glorious trifles of the east, 
 Whose estimation fancies raise 
 
 Pearls, 
 
APPENDIX. xxv 
 
 Pearls, rubies, sapphires, and the rest 
 Of g-litt'ring gems ; what is your praise 
 When the bright diamond shews his rays ? 
 
 6. The rose, the violet, the whole spring, 
 Unto her breath for sweetness run ; 
 
 The diamond's darken'd in the ring; 
 If she appear, the moon's undone, 
 As in the presence of the sun. 
 
 Page 55. And noiv all Nature, &c. 
 
 Also by Sir Henry Wotton, Reliquiae Wotton, p. 
 499 ; where its first title is " On a Bank as I sate a 
 Fishing." In line 7, "my friend" is probably Izaak 
 Walton, of whom Byron declares, ungratefully : — 
 
 " The quaint old cruel coxcomb, in his gullet 
 Should have a hook — and a small trout to pull it." 
 
 And this merely because the Angler advised us to in- 
 sert the hook in the frog tenderly, " as though you 
 loved him ! " The " Syllabub under a tree " was a 
 favourite treat, in songs. Last line read : the New, &c. 
 
 Page 56. Stay, Shepherd, &c. 
 
 In the Hive, iv. 76, 1732, is a different and shorter ver- 
 sion, 5 stanzas, beginning "Stay, Shepherd, stay, I 
 pr'ythee stay !" entitled u The Lover's Enquiry." 
 
 Page 59. A blithe and bonny Country Lass. 
 
 By Thomas Lodge, b. 1556, d. abt. 1625. Entitled 
 "Coridon's Song," it appears in "England's Helicon," 
 1600 (J. P. Collier's Blue Series Reprint, p. 129). It is 
 in Lodge's " Rosalynde : Euphues' Golden Legacie," 
 1590. Variations numerous. 
 
 Page 61. If Love be Life &c. 
 
 Joseph Ritson (English Songs, 1783, i. 126) gives this, 
 as by Francis Davison, " son of William Davison, 
 Secretary to Queen Elizabeth, who suffered so much 
 through that Princess's caprice and cruelty in the tra- 
 gical 
 
xxviii. APPENDIX. 
 
 gical affair of Mary Queen of Scots." Title, " Dispraise 
 of Love and Love's Follies," in Davison's " Poetical 
 Rhapsody," Ode x., printed in 1602, In Harl. MS. 
 280, foL 103, assigned to A. W. 
 
 Page 62. I serve Amynta, ®c. 
 
 Signed by "Shepherd Tonie," in England's Helicon," 
 1 600; where it is entitled "Montana the Shepherd, 
 his love to Aminta." J. P. Collier's Reprint, p. 124, 
 Read stream, in verse 2. 
 
 Page 63. Shepherd, ivhafs Love, &c. 
 
 " In e England's Helicon,' 1600, with the first signature 
 [Raleigh's initials] obliterated [by pasting over them a 
 slip of paper with the word f Ignoto'], and ascribed to 
 <S. W. Rawly' in F. Davison's list, Harl. MS. 280, 
 fol. 99. It is anonymous in Davison's ' Poetical Rhap- 
 sody,' 1602, 8:c, as ' The Anatomy of Love,' with no 
 distinction of dialogue, and the first line running, ' Now 
 what is love, I pray thee tell r' An imperfect copy of 
 the first and last stanzas forms 'the third song' in T. 
 Heywood's i Rape of Lucrece,' 1608, &c." 
 
 We borrow this note from Dr. Hannah, a safe author- 
 ity, who gives the song as Sir Walter Raleigh's. 
 He does not mention the Westminster D. copy. He 
 also notes that "Sauncing bell is frequently used for 
 e Saint's bell,' quod adsancta vocat" " Sauncing bell " 
 is probably a variation of phrase from the Sanctus or 
 Passing Bell, tolling to bid hearers pray for the soul of 
 a dying person. In our rural parishes, where it is still 
 maintained, we have lost the pious use by not tolling 
 until news arrives of the actual death. The dialogue 
 here given to Tom and Will is between Meliboeus and 
 Faustus. Variations : line 17, The Lasse saith no, and 
 would full faine. Line 23, Then Nimphs take vantage 
 ivhile ye may. 
 
 Robert Heath, in his " Clarastella," 1650, p. 36, 
 has a sort of Answer to this, entitled " The Quaere, 
 What is Love?" beginning "'Tis a child of Phansies 
 getting." 
 
 Page 
 
APPENDIX. xxix. 
 
 Page 64. Run to Love's Lottery. 
 
 Music by A. Marsh, in Playford's "Choice Ayres," 
 1676, i. 5. By Sir Wm. Davenant, in his tragedy, " The 
 Unfortunate Lovers/' Act iii. Sc. 1, sung by Orna. 
 The first edition was in 1643, another in 1649, but the 
 song does not appear until after the Restoration, when 
 it was added with another, and is in the folio edition of 
 1673. Pepys saw the play in April, 1668. Folio 
 reads : — When drawing your chance; to old bishop 
 Valentine ; As if at night the god ; will be strewn ; 
 willow, willow ; but so good as kindly to lay me ; ring. 
 
 My Rose of youth is gone, 
 
 Wither'd as soon as blown ! 
 
 Lovers, go ring my knell ! 
 
 Beauty and Love farewel ! 
 
 And lest Virgins forsaken 
 
 Should, perhaps, be mistaken 
 In seeking my grave, Alas ! let them know 
 I lye near a shade of Willow, willow. 
 
 (Davenant' s Wks., 1673, p. 140.) 
 
 In "Folly in Print," 1667, p. 72, is a song entitled The 
 Lottery of Love, beginning, " Who draws most blanks, 
 the most gets in." To an old devout tune. 
 
 Page 65. Poor Chloris ivept. 
 
 Given by George Ellis, in his Spec. E. English Poetry, 
 1801, iii. 317, from " British Miscellany." He omits to 
 mention the date, but it is probably much later than 
 our copy. 
 
 Page 67. Rocks, Shelves, and Sands. 
 
 This lively song is by John Lyly, or Lilly (the author 
 of " Euphues, the Anatomy of Wit," 1579, and " Eu- 
 phues and his England," 1580 ; both reprinted by 
 Edward Arber in his invaluable series of English Re- 
 prints, 1868. Would that they were resumed ! ). It is 
 in Lyly's "Gallathea," 1585, Act i. Sc. 4; sung after a 
 shipwreck. In the first verse all sing together ("sands, 
 and seas, farewell" ). Robin takes " Up ivere we," &c. 
 
 The 
 
xxx. APPENDIX. 
 
 The half-lines follow from Dicke and Raffe ; and the 
 question asked by them all, answered by Robin. Raffe 
 sings the joys of highwaymen, as preferable to being 
 tost at sea. Dicke moralizes on the sound basis of the 
 trade, and glances prospectively at the sus. per col, 
 which may be his idea of natural death. A final verse, 
 omitted from W. D., is this : — 
 
 Omnes. " Rove then, no matter whither, 
 In fair or stormy weather, 
 And as wee live let's dye together, 
 One hempen caper cuts a feather." 
 
 This is as jovial unanimity as Fletcher's catch : — 
 
 Three merry boys, and three merry boys, 
 And three merry boys are we : 
 As ever did sing three parts in a string, 
 All under the triple tree. 
 
 (Or, in Walter Scott's modernization, with more of 
 taking Liberty and Fraternity than Equality : — 
 
 Thou on the land, and I on the sand, 
 And Jack on the gallows tree.) 
 
 Page 69. Madam, I cannot court, &c. 
 With variations, this is in Cotgrave's " Wit's Inter- 
 preter," 1655, P- : 5 : J 67i, p. 119 (we have not seen 
 edit. 1640), as "A Country Suitor to his Love," begin- 
 ning " Fair Wench, I cannot court," &c. The differences 
 are numerous, and show a skilful re-casting, our version 
 being the better. 
 
 Page 70. A Watch lost in a Tavern. 
 
 Also in Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 88; 1671, p. 194. 
 Verbal differ.: — You knotv how men in; A Watch 
 keeps time, and if time pass away, There is small rea- 
 son that. Others inferior. 
 
 Page 70. When as the Nightingale. 
 
 This song was certainly written in English before 1658, 
 
 at 
 
APPENDIX. xxxi. 
 
 at which date died John Cleaveland who wrote a mock 
 to it : not only parodying the single verse of our text, 
 but also the other three verses, oddly omitted, now re- 
 stored here. In the 1665 edition, p. 70 ; 1687, p. 65, of 
 Cleaveland's Poems, it is entitled " Mark Anthony." 
 Our fifth, sixth, and seventh lines are rightly printed in 
 half lines. Here are the other verses : — 
 
 2 
 
 First on her cherry cheeks I mine eyes feasted, 
 Thence fear of surfeiting made me retire ; 
 Next on her warmer lips, which when I tasted 
 My duller spirits made me active as fire; 
 Then we began to dart, 
 Each at another's heart, 
 Arrows that knew no smart; 
 Sweet Lips and smiles between. 
 
 Never Mark Anthony, &c. 
 
 3 
 Wanting a glass to plate her Amber tresses, 
 Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm, 
 Gawdier than Juno wears when as she graces 
 Jove with embraces more stately than warm ; 
 Then did she peep in mine 
 Eyes, humour Chrystalline, 
 I in her eyes was seen, 
 As if we one had been. 
 
 Never Mark Anthony , &c. 
 
 4 
 Mystical grammer of Amorous glances, 
 Feeling of pulses, the Physick of Love, 
 Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances, 
 Numb'ring of Kisses Arithmetick prove [:] 
 Eyes like Astronomy, 
 Straight-limb'd Geometry 
 In her Art's Ingeny, 
 Our wits were sharp and keen. 
 
 Never Mark Anthony 
 Dallied more wantonly 
 With the fair ^Egyptian Queen. 
 
 We 
 
xxxii. APPENDIX. 
 
 We give the first verse of John Cleaveland's Mock- 
 Song :— 
 
 When as the Night-raven sang Pluto's Mat/ins, 
 And Cerberus cry'd three Amens at a howl, 
 When night-wand'ring Witches put on their pattins, 
 Midnight as dark as their Faces were foul : 
 Then did the Furies doom 
 That the Night-Mare was come; 
 Such a mis-shapen Groom 
 Puts down Sir Pomfret clean. 
 Never did Incubus 
 Touch such a filthy Sus, 
 As this foul Gypsie Quean. 
 
 2nd verse begins, " First on her gooseberry cheeks I 
 mine eye blasted." 3rd, " Like snakes ingend'ring 
 were platted her tresses." 4th, "Mystical Magick of 
 conjuring wrincles," &c. 
 
 Page 73. Come, all you noble. 
 
 For the ballad which furnished the tune, " Honour in- 
 vites you to delights, Come to the Court and be made 
 knights ! " — Verses upon the Order for making Knights 
 of such persons who had £40 per annum, in King 
 James the First's time — see Addit. MS. No. 5, 832, fol. 
 205, Brit. Museum; and Chappell, P. M., i. 327: 
 
 " Come, all you Farmers out of the Country," &c. 
 
 Jacob Larwood's " Parks of London " may be usefully 
 consulted, for an account of Hyde Park. 
 
 Page 75- C°y one > I say, be gone ! 
 Fortunately for us, it is difficult to understand what 
 pleasure any writers of earlier time, or their readers, 
 could find in loathsome portraitures of foulness. Yet 
 even so happy a poet as Sir John Suckling, daintiest of 
 debonair delineators, could indulge in such a hideous 
 caricature as "The Deformed Mistress" — "I know 
 there are some Fools," &c. (Last Remains of S. J. S., 
 1659, p. 20.) Robert Browning admits : — 
 
 "And 
 
APPENDIX. xxxiii. 
 
 "And were I not, as a man may say, cautious 
 How I trench, more than needs, on the nauseous, 
 I could favour you with sundry touches, &c, 
 The very object to make you shudder." 
 
 Page 77. Ask me no more tuhy I do iveare. 
 
 Originally one of the Mocks or parodies founded on 
 Thomas Carew's charming song (already referred to, in 
 note on p. 51). The present burlesque is a valuable 
 record of the Cavaliers' fondness for what Puritan intol- 
 erance styled " the unloveliness of Love-locks." The 
 Roundheads affected close crops, of the jail-bird cut, 
 whence their name. Bohemians have always associated 
 elf locks and freedom of life. 
 
 We find this dialogue in Harleian MS. No. 6396, 
 fol. 19; omitting the last verse, about grass and sickle. 
 It is not between a man and woman (M. and W.), but 
 between Captain Long-haire and Alderman Short- 
 haire, i.e. Cavalier and Roundhead. Al. lect. — mine 
 eare ; 4. ivear long ; coldst ayre ; Keep the Temples ; 
 Tell me (not "Ask"); extent below; mortgage theyr 
 land ; fain obscure ; derives its pedigree. In verse 5, 
 deboystness (MS.) is, of course, debauchery : cf. "The 
 Tempest," Act iii. 2, "Why thou debosh'd fish, thou !" 
 
 A Song which appeared in 1641, and is claimed for 
 Samuel Butler (Posthumous Wks., 1730 edit., p. 67) 
 pictures thus, 
 
 THE ROUNDHEAD. 
 
 "What creature's that, with his short hairs, 
 His little band, and huge long ears, 
 
 That this new faith hath founded ? 
 The Saints themselves were never such, 
 The Prelate ne'er ruled half so much, 
 
 Oh, such a rogue's a Roundhead !" 
 
 "It is recorded," says Fairholt, (who misprints "back- 
 wind" for "back-friend,") "that these men guessed the 
 morality of a man by the length of his hair, as Butler 
 describes them to have done by his cap : 
 
 ' black caps ouerlaid with white 
 
 Gave outward sign of inward light.' The 
 
xxxiv. APPENDIX. 
 
 The rigid Puritans, who left this country for America 
 in the early part of the reign of Charles I., published a 
 manifesto against long hair in their new colony, in which 
 they call it 'an impious custom, and a shameful prac- 
 tice, for any man who has the least care for his soul to 
 wear long hair;' and they therefore enact that it shall 
 be rigidly cropped, and not allowed to be worn in 
 churches, so that s those persons who, notwithstanding 
 these rigorous prohibitions, and the means of correction 
 that shall be used on this account, shall still persist in 
 this custom, shall have both God and man at the same 
 time against them.'" (Percy Soc, xxvii. 170, On 
 Costume.) 
 
 Page 79. That Beauty I adored before. 
 
 In Mrs. Aphra Behn's lively comedy, " The Rover ; 
 or, The Banished Cavaliers," Part 2, A61 v. Sc. 1, 
 while La Nuche holds Willmore the Rover, he sings : — 
 
 ' ' No, no, I will not hire your Bed, 
 Nor Tenant of your Favours be ; 
 I will not farm your White and Red, 
 You shall not let your Love to be : 
 I court a Mistress — not a Landlady." 
 
 (Plays, i. 168.) 
 This may be merely a heedless quotation from the fifth 
 verse of our text. But, as the " Forced Marriage" and 
 "Amorous Prince" of "the divine Astrtea" appeared 
 in 1671, it is not improbable that the entire song may be 
 hers, though it does not appear among her Collected 
 Poems. 
 
 Page 83. Nor Love nor Fate dare I accuse. 
 
 By Richard Brome. It is Constance's Song in his 
 comedy, "The Northern Lasse," 1632, A£t ii. Sc. 6. 
 In " Choice Drollery," 1656, p. 4, entitled "Of a Wo- 
 man that died for love of a Man." Compare the simi- 
 lar, but more polished song in Part 2, p. 90, and Note. 
 
 Page 84. A Taylor, but a man, &c. 
 
 One of the best Epigrams by Sir John Harrington, 
 he who wrote, "Treason 
 
APPENDIX. xxxv. 
 
 " Treason doth never prosper : What's the reason ? 
 For if it prospers,, none dare call it treason." (1615.) 
 
 The Precise Taylor is not in the 161 5 edition of his 
 Epigrams, but is in those of 1618, and 1633, No. 20. 
 Also in Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 310. The allusion to 
 the "Bible of the new translation" shows that it was 
 written soon after 161 1. Moreover, the burlesque is of 
 the Precisian in the time of James, an early caricature, 
 like Shakespeare's Malvolio as "a sort of Puritan. 
 Later, the shadows were darkened, when the strife be- 
 came deadly. 
 
 Joseph Haslewood consulted the original MS. and 
 notes in writing on his copy that the 161 8 version reads, 
 "He found his fingers were to filch inclin'd, Bid him 
 but have the Banner," &c. Other readings in orig. — 
 thought a man ; tvas in a w. ; that one day he might 
 finde ; walked mannerly, and talked ; three Lectures ; 
 companies ; ev'n was drest ; sometime ; too large ; 
 brought three ; To make Venetians doivne below the 
 garters; three quarters ; Peace (Knave)-, colour' d silke 
 in all the flagge. 
 
 Page 84. /// tide this cruel Peace. 
 
 Probably not written until after the Restoration, but in 
 1660. From that time Anglo- "Scotch" songs were in 
 favour; and it is amusing to see how many of them, 
 made in London, were accepted in the North, and in 
 changed attire still remain popular. 
 
 Page 87. Tell me, you Anti-Saints. 
 
 This is accredited to Dr. Richard Corbet, Bishop of 
 Oxford, afterwards of Norwich ; b. 1582, d. 1635 (given 
 with his signature in Sloane MS. No. 1446, fol. 11). His 
 poems were not collected until 1647. Among them are 
 his humourous "Journey into France," and the delicate 
 trifling of his " Farewell to the Fairies;" for which he 
 must always be remembered. Now may to these we 
 add his "Time's Whistle," edited in 1871 for the E. E. 
 Text Society, from the original manuscript in Canter- 
 bury 
 
xxxvi. APPENDIX. 
 
 bury Cathedral Library (under the guardianship of 
 Canon Robertson, our great Church Historian), by that 
 competent editor and genial spirit J. M. Cowper, at 
 Faversham, but now of Lima, Peru, whose absence we 
 deeply regret. 
 
 The anecdotes concerning Bishop Corbet are un- 
 usually racy : As of his helping an unsuccessful ballad- 
 singer at Abingdon, by putting off his own gown and 
 assuming the man's jacket, and thus disguised singing 
 aloud the ballads for him in a clear full voice, and so 
 winning customers for every broadsheet; Of his joke 
 against clumsily obtrusive country-folks at a Confirma- 
 tion, — "Bear off there, or I'll confirm you with my 
 staff : " Of his bouts in good fellowship, at equal terms 
 in the wine-cellar, with his chaplain, Dr. Lushington, 
 when he put off his clerical vestments and descended 
 into private life, exclaiming "There lies the Bishop !" 
 and "There goes the Doctor ! " as hood and gown were 
 laid aside, so that freedom remained for hob-nobbing 
 with "Here's to thee, Corbet!" and "Here's to thee, 
 Lushington ! " 
 
 The short poem in our text has interest, far beyond its 
 authorship, for archaeologists. Corbet (or Dr. Wm. 
 Stroud,) also has another poem on the subject; Sloane 
 MS. No. 1446, fol. 56, 6 : (Chalmers, B. P., v. 585 : 
 "I know no painte of Poetry Can mend such colour'd 
 imag'ry," &c.) Signed R. C. 
 
 See Tho. Hearne's edit, of W. Roper's Vita D. 
 Thomce Morice ; account of the Parish of Fairford, 1791 ; 
 and Hist. Fairford church in Gloucestershire, 1763. 
 John Keble was born at Fairford, in 1792. 
 
 Page 88. Will you please to hear, &c. 
 
 Our superfine taste is now shocked at the name of what 
 Parson Evans calls "a familiar beast to man, and sig- 
 nifies love." People shudder at Burns's Address, 
 "Ha! wha're ye gaun, ye crowlin' ferlie ? " Tourists 
 abroad are not so fastidious about naming F. sharps 
 ( the B. flats being confined to English sea-coast lodg- 
 ings, always supposed to have been brought from town 
 
APPENDIX, xxxvii. 
 
 in the fathers' own "portmantels"); as we noticed in 
 Italy, and elsewhere. We remember seeing the follow- 
 ing in an Hotel book : — 
 
 At Brieg through fleas, 
 
 I got no ease; 
 But here at Iselle 
 
 I sleep very well." 
 
 { This traveller was so enraptured with quiet ees, that 
 he has forgotten the final e is not e mute.) Again : — 
 
 At an Inn in Vicogna, ycleped The Post, 
 
 Is a very small landlord, but of fleas a large host. 
 
 Robert Heath, 1650, p. 25, has a poem "On a Flea- 
 bite espied on his Clarastella's fair hand," beginning, 
 " Behold how like a lovely fragrant Rose." Soldiers 
 seem often to have complained : Like FalstafPs follow- 
 ers, as reported by Davy, if back-biters, " no worse than 
 they are back-bitten, for they have marvellous foul 
 linen." 
 
 Page 91. my dearest, &c. 
 
 By Thomas Carew, before 1639. Entitled " Love's 
 Complement," in Harleian ISIS. 6057, fol. 12; and "In 
 Praise of the Excellent Composure of his Mistress" in 
 Ashmol. MS. 38, art. 36. See Roxb. Libr. Carew, p. 
 121 ; also in Anderson's Brit. Poets, hi., 703, "The 
 Complement :" with variations and two more verses. 
 
 Page 93, Some years of late, in '88- 
 
 Also in "Wit and Mirth," 1684, d. 20. Given, with 
 the Music (to "The Catholick Ballad"), in Pills to 
 P. M., iv. 37; and in Chappell, P. M. p. 212, from our 
 text. Joseph Ritson thought it "probably little older 
 than the date of the book;" i. e., West. D. (Anc. 
 Sgs., 271). But in Harleian MS. 791, fol. 59, is a dif- 
 ferent version, certainly of earlier date than 1671, 
 being also in "Choyce Drollery," 1656, p. 38. This 
 probably gave name to the tune. Here it is, direct from 
 the Harleian MS.— 
 
 4 Sir 
 
xxxviii. APPENDIX, 
 
 Sir Francis Drake; or, Eighty-eight. 
 
 -i n eyghtye-eyght ere I was borne, 
 
 As I can well remember, 
 In August was a fleete prepar'd, 
 
 The moneth before September. 
 
 Spayne, with Biscayne, Portugall, 
 
 Toledo and Grenado, 
 All these did meete, and made a fleete, 
 
 And call'd it the Armado. 
 
 Where they had gott provision, 
 
 As mustard, pease, and bacon, 
 Some say two shipps were full of whipps, 
 
 But I thinke they were mistaken. 
 
 There was a little man of Spaine, 
 
 That shott well in a gunn-a, 
 Don Pedro hight, as good a Knight 
 
 As the Knight of the Sun-a, 
 
 King Phillip made him Admirall, 
 And charged him not to stay-a, 
 
 But to destroy both man and boy, 
 And then to run away-a. 
 
 The King of Spayne did freet amayne, 
 
 And to doe yet more harme-a, 
 He sent along, to make him strong, 
 
 The famous Prince of Parma. 
 
 When they had say'ld along the seas, 
 
 And anchor'd uppon Dover, 
 Our Englishmen did board them then, 
 
 And cast the Spaniards over. 
 
 Our Queene was then at Tilbury, 
 What could you more desire-a ? 
 
 For whose sweet sake, Sir Francis Drake 
 Did set them all on fyre-a. 
 
 But let them looke about them selves, 
 
 For if they come againe-a, 
 They shall be serv'd with that same sauce, 
 
 As they were, I know when-a. 
 
 Of 
 
APPENDIX. T xxxix. 
 
 Of the ballad in our text there are better readings in 
 a year-earlier copy, "Academy of Complements," 1670, 
 p. 20 : — the nineteenth ; But some say of ; 6. Thei? 
 men ; soon set on them ; could ive more ; so that one ; 
 But had not they ; O my soul he had ; But let them 
 neither ; Let 'em ; they know when-a. 
 
 In verse 3. Don Pedro refers to Alonzo Perez di Guz- 
 man, Duke of Medina Sidonia, commander of the 
 Spanish Fleet in 1588. " The Knight of the Sun" was 
 a favourite hero of Romance, mentioned inter alia in 
 Sloane MS. 1489, "The Trimming of Tom Nash," 
 (soon after 1600) ; — 
 
 " And he as many authors read 
 
 As ere Don Quixote had, 
 And some of them could say by heart, 
 
 To make the hearers glad. 
 
 " The valiant deeds of Knight o' th' Sun, 
 
 And Rosicleer so tall ; 
 And Palmerin of England too, 
 
 And Amadis of Gaul." &c. 
 
 (See Reeves and Turner's old English Plays, 1874, viii. 
 6.) The Spanish romance was translated in 1598, as 
 " The Mirrour of Knighthood." 
 
 Page 96. Beat on, proud billotus. 
 
 Written before 1649: probably by Sir Roger L'Es- 
 trange, who was imprisoned four years by the Parlia- 
 menterians. It is in "Wit and Drollery," 1656, p. 11, 
 entitled "Loyalty Confined;" as also in the "Rump," 
 1662, p. 242, with small variations. In David Lloyd's 
 "Memoirs of those that Suffered" persecution for 
 Charles I., it is mentioned as the composition of a 
 worthy personage, who suffered deeply in those times, 
 and was still living with no other reward than the con- 
 science of having suffered ( Percy's Reliq., ii. bk. 3, No. 
 12, 1767). But L'Estrange held, from 1663 to 1685, 
 the invidious office of Licenser, (he bears the credit of 
 versifying the " Love- Letters from a Nobleman," so 
 was fitted to become censor of others and turn Ap- 
 
 prcver 
 
xl. APPENDIX. 
 
 prover ! ) and shewed in other matters so little of con- 
 science and high principle that we could be willing to 
 annul his claim to authorship of this noble poem. A 
 Harleian MS. assigns it to him, which formerly be- 
 longed to Capel, so that the pretensions advanced for 
 the latter nobleman seem erroneous ( Royal & Noble 
 Authors, ed. Park, iii. 35). Margerite (ver. 5), a pearl. 
 There is an allusion to Jason of Pherse, " medicinam 
 tnvenit ex hoste" as Dr. J. Hannah shows ( C. P., 252), 
 "when the dagger of an assassin saved his life by open- 
 ing an imposthume which his physicians had given over 
 as incurable: Pliny, H. N., vii. 51; Cicero, De Nat. D., 
 iii. 28; Val. Maxim. I. viii. Externa, § 6." 
 
 Page 99. My First Love. 
 
 Ascribed both to Thomas Carew and to Sir John 
 Suckling. We believe it to be Carew's. It is in Wit 
 Restored, Repr. p. 242; in Roxb. Libr. Carew, 119, 
 called "The Spark/' as in Anders. B. P., iii. 703 (and 
 again, on p. 742, as Suckling's, entitled "The Guiltless 
 Inconstant"). Cf. Ashmol. MSS. 38, 47. 
 
 Page 100. Fareivel, fair Saint, 
 
 With music, by Henry Lawes, in his First Book of 
 " Ayres," 1653, p. 10, where he states the words to be 
 by Honble. " Thomas Cary, son- to [Henry, Lord 
 Lepington, afterwards] the Earl of Monmouth." He 
 is not likely to have been mistaken regarding the au- 
 thor, for whom he set the music. W. C. Hazlitt gives 
 it as Carew's, however, not Carey's ( Roxb. Libr. Carew, 
 p. 161), who was a gentleman of the bed-chamber, at 
 about the same time as Thomas Carew was of the privy 
 chamber and sewer-in-ordinary. It remains doubtful. 
 The poem occurs also in Abraham Wright's "Parnas- 
 sus Biceps," 1657, p. 120; and a Latin version, Dom- 
 inie Navigaturte is given in Fanshawe's transl. of 
 Guarini's Pastor Fido, 1648. Thomas Carew died 
 about 1639. The poem speaks for itself, in its beauty, 
 
 agreeing 
 
APPENDIX. xli. 
 
 agreeing with Carew's loveliest work, and few equalled 
 him in chaste elegance. 
 
 Page 101. Stay, lusty blood. 
 In Wit Restored, 1658; page 185 of Reprint. 
 
 Page 103. YouH ask, perhaps, &c. 
 In Wit's Recreations, 1645, Reprint, p. 315. 
 
 Page 104. Keep on your Mask. 
 
 This is in Lansdowne MS. (Wm. Browne's Poems, &c), 
 Brit. Mus. 777, fol. 68, signed Wm. Str., for Dr. Wm. 
 Stroud ; to whom it is given, also, in Hy. Lawes' 
 Ayres, 1653, i. 19. In Wit's Interpreter, 1655, it be- 
 gins "Keep on your Vail," &c, as To a Lady Unveil- 
 ing Her Self. It was evidently suggested by Shake- 
 speare's " Take, O take those eyes away ! " Measure 
 for M., Act iv. sc. 1, and the second verse (probably 
 by John Fletcher), "Hide, O hide those hills of snow !" 
 in Rollo, D. of Normandy. Variations, in Lansdowne 
 MS., divided into three stanzas: beholding you ; tvill 
 strike ; ivhile I thus ; torments ; sounds like j ivhere 
 shall I goe? (So in W. Int.) 
 
 Page 105. /'// tell you hozv the Rose. 
 
 In Wit Restored, 1658 : Reprint, p. 182. In Wit's Re- 
 creations, 1640-45, No. 41, Rep. 20, begins "Shall I 
 tell you," &c. 
 
 Page 106. Is she not wondrous fair? 
 Also in Wit's Interpreter, 1655, p. 15; 1671, p. 120. 
 
 Page 106. Go, thou gentle ivhispering <wind. 
 In Harleian MS. No. 6913, p. 38. 
 
 Page 107. Still to be neat. 
 
 By Ben Jonson. In Act i. sc. 1, of his " Epiccene ; 
 or, the Silent Woman," 1609, and also in his " Forest." 
 
 An 
 
xlif. APPENDIX. 
 
 An imitation of Semper munditiis, see Percy's Reliq. 
 jii. Dr. Arne's music to it is in "Clio and Euterpe," 
 '1762, i. 63. Robert Heath, in his " Clarastella," 1650, 
 p. 11, has a poem on true gracefulness, not unworthy of 
 being read along with Ben Jonson's. Here it is : 
 
 Seeing her Dancing. 
 
 X\obes loosely flowing, and aspect as free, 
 A careless carriage deckt with modestie ; 
 A smiling look, but yet severe : 
 Such comely graces 'bout her were. 
 
 Her steps with such an evenness she wove 
 As shee could hardly be perceiv'd to move ; 
 
 Whilst her silk sailes displaied, shee 
 
 Swam like a ship with Majestic 
 
 As when with steadfast eies we view the Sun, 
 We know it goes, though see no motion ; 
 So undiscern'd she mov'd, that we 
 Perceiv'd shee mov'd, but did not see. 
 
 Page 108. As ive 'went wandering. 
 Also in Windsor Drollery, p. 9. 
 
 Page no. One ivish'd me to a Wife 
 
 This is another of the many clever epigrams by Sir 
 John Harrington, in the edit. 1615. Also in Wit's 
 Interpreter, eds. 1655, 1671. 
 
 Page no. Disdain me still, that I may ever love. 
 
 By William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke (b. 1580; 
 d. 1630). Printed in the Collection of Poems written 
 by him, with Answers by Sir Benj. Rudyard, and 
 others, in 1660 ; edited by Dr. John Donne. "Wrong 
 not dear Empress," (see W. D., ii. 129), is in the same 
 volume. Clarendon gives a glowing eulogium on Pem- 
 broke. So does Ant. a Wood. Corrections :— Then, 
 though thou frown, I'll say thou art most fair; And 
 
 still 
 
APPENDIX. xliii. 
 
 still I'll love, though still I must despair ; As heat's ; 
 metals ; too soon ; reivard. 
 
 Page 112. Was ever grief so great as mine ? 
 
 Given, also, in Dryden's Misc. Poems, iii. 321, ed. 
 1 716 (few of the shorter poems and songs are to be 
 found in early editions during his life-time. They were 
 mostly added by the publisher). For the story of Gil- 
 deroy, as told by the not always veracious Captain 
 Alex. Smith in " Compleat History of Highwaymen," 
 &c, London, 17 19, i2mo., and for the modernised 
 Scottish version of the ballad, beginning " Gilderoy was 
 a bonny boy," the reader cannot do better than turn to 
 the excellent "Scotish Bds. and Songs, Historical 
 and Traditionary, edited by James Maidment," Edin- 
 burgh : Wm. Paterson, 1868, vol. ii. p. 220. Also his 
 smaller work, similiar title, 1859, P- 2 3°> g"iving- our song. 
 The subject of authorship and alteration is far too large 
 to be entered on here : but Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw 
 (nee Halket) deserves little credit for her small share 
 in either; less than she gains in the North. We 
 must be brief, but here are our conclusions : The 
 Halkett purifying or cobbbling cannot have been long 
 before 17 19, at which date was published the sham- 
 antique " Hardiknute," part 1. But not only is the pre- 
 sent " Was ever grief/' original of Gilderoy, printed in 
 W.D., 167 1, but even the "Gilderoy was a bonny boy" 
 version dates about 1685; as a copy exists in the Bag- 
 ford Collection of Bds. Brit. Mus., vol. i. p. 102. It 
 has ten verses, and is printed for C. Bates, at the Sun 
 and Bible. It is entitled "The Scotch Lover's Lamen- 
 tation ; or, Gilderoy's Last Farewell." The verses are 
 1. G. was a b. ; O sike ; My G. ; For G. ; In mickle ; 
 While we; 'Tis pity ; 'Cause G. ; At Leith; Thus 
 loving, &c. 
 
 Stenhouse writes of a Black Letter copy " as early as 
 1650," but its existence is apocryphal. We have seen 
 none before the Bagford and the W.D. ; but these 
 two differ from one another. Music to " Gilderoy was," 
 occurs in Pills to P.M., v. 29. Professor Child sums 
 
 up 
 
xliv. APPENDIX. 
 
 up : Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw revised " Gilderoy," 
 omitted 2 and added 3 stanzas. Her version is in 
 Ritson's Scot. Sgs. ii. 24. Percy's agrees, omitting sta. 
 9. Herd, i. 73, and Pinkerton follow Percy, Reliq. 1. 3. 
 No. 13, 
 
 This present writer when a boy used to play in the 
 field where Gilderoy was hanged in Chains, beside Leith 
 Walk Edinburgh, 1636. The ground is now almost 
 wholly built on, and known as Montgomery street. 
 
 Daniel da Volterra got an unenviable renown as the 
 "breeches-maker" who disfigured Michael Angelo's Last 
 Judgment to please a fastidious Pope. Bernini had 
 similar work, and even one of Canova's finest statues 
 in St. Peter's (that of Azrael), and the younger female 
 figure on a tomb, were bedizened with drapery to suit 
 squeamish prudes. We have scanty sympathy, therefore, 
 with Lady Wardlaw and other destructive renovators. 
 It is like "restoring" churches — obliterating every part 
 that was venerable and giving instead their own paltry 
 workmanship. 
 
 N.B. Verse 5. — genee, a misprint in original for 
 " geare," or chattels. 
 
 Gilderoy, we are told, means, in Gaelic, the Red-haired 
 Lad. 
 
 Page 114. / iv ill not do a sacrifice. 
 In Wit Restored, 1658, Repr. p. 243. 
 
 Page 115. Phyllis, for shame, let us improve. 
 
 Music by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," 
 1676, i. 34. 
 
 Page 116. Beneath a Myrtle Shade. 
 
 Music by John Banister, in " Choice Ayres," 1676, i. 
 37. Also in Pills to P.M. iii. 171. See note on p. 31, ante. 
 
 Pages 118 to ft22. Like a Dog, &c. 
 
 Both " Like a dog with a bottle" and " How pleasant a 
 
 thing 
 
APPENDIX, xlv. 
 
 thing were a Wedding ! " are by Thomas Flatman, 
 the later song being marked as a second part to the 
 former in his collected Poems, 1674, pp. 63, 64. There 
 was a modern imitation, by a wife-hater, which employed 
 a tin-kettle instead of a bottle for the comparison. This 
 also found an answer, and an effective one : 
 
 After accepting the simile, and claiming brightness and 
 utility for the wife and for the kettle, it concluded ; — 
 
 And should dirt its original purity hide, 
 That's the fault of the Puppy to whom it is tied. 
 
 In Flatman's " How pleasant," we read : — Could pur- 
 chase ; 'Till she groiv ; I thank you for that \ Compare 
 Charles Cotton's lines : — " How uneasy is his life, Who 
 is troubled with a Wife," &c. 
 
 WESTMINSTER DROLLERY, PART II. 
 
 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 R. Mangie's lines : — Havelng perus' 'd your Book.' 9 
 
 See first note in Appendix, and on pp. 40-44, for men- 
 tion of Captain Willm. Hicks, the suppositious "Au- 
 thor" of " Westminster Drollery." He also edited the 
 "London Drollery ; or, The Wit's Academy," London, 
 printed for I. Eglesfield, 1673, 8vo. It has some of his 
 own pieces, with others of earlier date. What was 
 called "the last and now only Compleat Collection of 
 the newest and choicest Songs and Poems ; with about 
 forty new songs never before in print, which are now 
 added to the second part of Westminster Drollery : the 
 second impression, " was printed at London for W. 
 Gilbertson, in 1672 or 1674. 
 
 Anthony a Wood (who writes with evil animus, so 
 that his allegations must be taken cum grano) mentions 
 our Wm. Hicks, as having been " born in S. Thomas's 
 parish [Oxon], of poor and dissolute parents, was bred 
 a Tapster under Tho. Williams, of the Star Inn, in- 
 
 holder 
 
xlvi. APPENDIX. 
 
 holder, where continuing till after the Rebellion broke 
 out, became a retainer in the family of Lucas in Col- 
 chester, afterwards Clerk to a Woodmonger in Dept- 
 ford, where training the young men and putting them 
 in a posture of defence, upon the restoration of King 
 Charles II. obtained the name of Captain Hicks, and 
 was there living in 1669, when his book of Jests was 
 published," &c. "This Hicks, who was a sharking 
 and indigent fellow while he lived in Oxon, and a great 
 pretender to the art of dancing (which he forsooth would 
 sometimes teach) was also author of ... . other little 
 trivial matters, meerly to get bread, and make the pot 
 walk." (Athence Oxonienses, ed. Bliss, iii. 490. 
 
 Page I. Since %ve poor Slavish Women knoiv. 
 
 By William Wycherley, in his "Gentleman Dan- 
 cing-Master," Act ii. scene 2, where a lady sings it, as 
 " the new song against delays in love." Leigh Hunt 
 gives the date as 1673, but we see it here in 1672, and 
 also in Grammatical Drollery, p. 27, the same year. 
 Genest gives it correctly. Music, by John Banister, is 
 in "Choice Ayres," i. 18. 
 
 Page 4. Sit tha doon be me. 
 
 With music, in " Choice Ayres," i. 76, (but not the an- 
 swer, "Sibby Cries," &c.) Also in Wit & Mirth, 1699, 
 p. 215. Not repeated in Pills to P. M., ed. 1719. Al. 
 lect. — Sit thee ; ozun joy ; shoulds't thou ; at Wake ; 
 with silver shoon ; If thou have me ; additional verse to 
 follow 4 of W. D. : 
 
 W T hat man we do when Scrip is fro ? 
 Weez gang to the House at the Hill broo, 
 And there weez fray and eat the fish ; 
 But 'tis thy Flesh makes the best dish. 
 
 This forms Henry Bold's 3rd Canton, 1685, p. 13, of 
 "Latine Songs :" — 
 
 Mihi sis Assedo (melleum Cor,) 
 Si dura fas, Emorior, &c. 
 
 Pagre 
 
APPENDIX. xlvii. 
 
 Page 7. What means this strangeness. 
 
 With music by Henry Lawes, this is printed in Play- 
 ford's "Select Ayres," 1659, p. 48, as "Coyness in 
 Love." Sir Robert Ayton, or Aytoun, was prob- 
 ably the author of this song, which in the Hive, ii. 148, 
 is entitled " Ineffectual Coyness." Given, as Song, in 
 Bannatyne Miscellany, vol. i., p. 320, 1827, among his 
 Poems ; 4 verses, with these variations : — must truth ; 
 This distance ; That may such ; 
 
 3. For if you mean to draw me on 
 
 There needs not half this art ; 
 And if you mean to have me gone, 
 
 You over act your part. 
 
 4. Dismiss me ; I give ; thafs spent. In Dr. Chas. 
 Rogers' Reprint, 1871, (of no authority) are further 
 differences, and a fifth verse, p. 59 (not in B. Misc.): — 
 
 5. And such a fair and equal way 
 On both sides, none can blame, 
 
 Since every one is bound to play 
 The fairest of his game. 
 
 Page 8. So Shipivrackt passengers, &c. 
 
 This was a new prologue to Fletcher's Comedy (orig. 
 before 1625). The fire referred to was not the Great Fire 
 of London, 1666, but the burning of the Theatre Royal, 
 in January 1671-2, "The Kings Company in their dis- 
 tress removed to Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, which had been 
 vacant since November last. They opened on Feb- 
 ruary 26, 1671-2, the play was f Wit without Money.' 
 Mohun acted Valentine." ( Genest's " Some Account 
 of the English Stage," 1832, L 132.) This Prologue is 
 by John Dryden, 
 
 Page 9. Of all the brisk dames, my Selina, &c. 
 
 With music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," 
 i. 23. Variations : — Misselina [for Messalma'] ; meet 
 it : And jumpings. 
 
 Page 
 
xlviii. APPENDIX. 
 
 Page 10. Give o'er, foolish Heart. 
 
 In R. V. [Veel, or Vyner ?]'s New Court Songs, p. 59, 
 1672, where it is called " Daphne." In Hive, i. 32, en- 
 titled " Transitory Resentment." Also in "Windsor 
 D.," and " Covent Garden D.," p. 52. Possibly, by 
 Veel. With music, by Alph. Marsh, in "Choice 
 Ayres," i. 28. 
 
 Page 14. Some say the World is full , &c. 
 
 In "The Rump," 1662, p. 323, a medley begins "Some 
 say the world is full of cheat," but there had been 
 probably a still earlier use of the opening tune, and we 
 incline to the belief that it was the first of the two in 
 W. D. Chappell, p. 724, gives the tune "Petticoat 
 Loose," but not the words (which run : — 
 
 "The Captain's Lady is always ready, 
 
 Her petticoat's loose, her petticoat's loose," &c.) 
 
 This country dance tune of the 18th century is distinct 
 from "Petticoat Wagge." In Wit and Mirth, 1700, p. 
 69, the Answer, or " Pelfe" Song appears, with music 
 by Akeroyd, entitled The True World; a much longer 
 version. See Pills to P. M., 17 19, iv. 69, for extra 
 verses, of which three this is first : — 
 
 Your honest citizen bends the brow, 
 And complains there's no gains, 
 
 For to be got by gentlemen now ; 
 For when he does his Book survey 
 
 He doth find more left behind, 
 Then swears they'll never pay. 
 Then let them, &c. 
 
 Page 15. You Poivers that guard. 
 We may not attach any weight to the initials R. V., 
 except merely as a compiler, otherwise this song being 
 in his " New Court Songs," p. 105, might help us to 
 guess the authorship. 
 
 Page 17. From the hag and hungry Goblin. 
 
 This had previously appeared in the small collection by 
 
 "the 
 
APPENDIX. xlix, 
 
 " the Wits of the Age," at end of " Prince d' Amour," 
 1660, p. 167, It is copied into Dr. Rimbault's inesti- 
 mable Little Book of Songs and Ballads, gathered 
 from Ancient Music Books, 1851, p. 201. Ritson in 
 Anc. Sgs., p. 261, and Logan in Pedlar's Pack, p. 178, 
 are the only other transcribers we know. The Tom a 
 Bedlam songs are numerous and interesting, as are 
 also the Bess of Bedlam and other Mad Maid's Songs. 
 Of the former, Bp. Percy gives the best known and 
 finest, viz., "Forth from my sad and darksome cell," 
 the music to which is to be found in Walsh's edition of 
 Henry Purcell's "Orpheus Britannicus," p. 116, though 
 not in the other editions. Bishop Corbet's " Am I mad, 
 O noble Festus" (in Percy folio MS., iii. 269), "Grim 
 King of the Ghosts," Tom D'Urfey's "From rosie 
 bowers," Henry Carey's "I go to the Elysian shade," 
 and D'Urfey's " I burn, my brain," also meet us in 
 Percy's Reliques, vol. ii. book 3. " My Lodging is on 
 the cold ground" has been referred to, and the Parody 
 (in our Introduction, p. xxix). In Fletcher's Nice 
 Valour is one unmistakeably Mad Song, besides the 
 beautiful " Hence, all ye vain delights." W. Logan 
 gives " I am old Mad Tom," and two or three corrupt 
 versions from chap-books, such as "I'll bark against 
 the Dog-Star" (with which compare "I'll sail upon the 
 Dog-Star," Tom D'Urfey's original, 1688, in Orpheus 
 Brit., i. 122, 1695), and another, "To find my Tom of 
 Bedlam/' from Pills, iv. 189. This is an alteration 
 of the one in "Wit and Drollery," 1656, p. 126, 
 which has not been reprinted, to our knowledge, except 
 in the edition of 1661. 
 
 We must also mention another "Tom of Bedlam," 
 in "Prince d' Amour," 1660, beginning "From the top 
 of high Caucasus," the pretty Mad Song, "Good mor- 
 row to the day so fair !" the Roxburghe Ballad, " Poor 
 Besse, Mad Besse" (Love's Lunacie); Sir Francis 
 Wortley's "Poor Tom hath been imprisoned," 1648; 
 and "Heard you not lately," &c. (The Madman's 
 Morrice, Bagford Coll., ii. 117). Even these do not ex- 
 haust our list, so rich is the store of phrensy songs. 
 
 5 West- 
 
1. APPENDIX. 
 
 Westm. D. gives the text better than Prince 
 d' Amour. But from it we note for corrections : — 3. 
 With a thought I took for Maudlin ; Owl my marrow ; 
 Your Calvers [qu. calves]; the sober Knight and 
 gentle ; 8. With a Hoste of furious, &c. In verse 5, 
 supping with Humphrey refers to the jest that those 
 who had nowhere to go and dine paid a visit to the 
 tomb of Humphrey Duke of Glo'ster instead. 
 
 Page 2 1 . The Starr that shines, &c. 
 
 We commend to our American readers the accentua- 
 tion of the word European, on the second syllable, in 
 verse 10, and also the employment of the word "Fall," 
 as equivalent to Autumn, on ii. p.m. These prove that it 
 is ourselves who have fallen off from the old ways, 
 and that any "American Lady" has a strong case if 
 attacked again on these particulars. 
 
 Page 24. Of old Soldiers. 
 
 Music in Pills v. 217. Words only in Wit and Drol- 
 lery 1682, 165; and Old Ballads, iii. 193, 1725. The 
 genealogy here may be worth tracing. 
 
 Page 40. All Women, &fc. 
 
 In Wit's Recreations, 1645 (abt.), Repr. p. 55, "All 
 Women naturally axe called Eves," &c. 
 
 Page 41. As youthful day . 
 See Note on p. 35 of Part 1. (Ante, p. xix). 
 
 Page 46. To Love thee "without flattery . 
 
 Given, with Music by Henry Lawes, in Playford's 
 Select Ayres, 1659, P- 2 %> entitled " Inconstancy in 
 Love." Mocked by Henry Bold, olim e N. C. Oxon., 
 1684, in his Poems, p. 123, "To love thee and to flatter 
 were a sin." 
 
 Page 47. When Thirsis did the splendid eye, &c. 
 
 With music, by "Pursell," (sic for Hy. Purcell?) in 
 " Choice Ayres," 1676, i. 43. 
 
 Page 
 
APPENDIX. li. 
 
 Page 48. My Mistress ivill not be content. 
 This is one of the "Citie Rounds," for three voices, in 
 Thomas Ravenscroft's "Melismata," 1611. Differ- 
 ences slight. Reads : for the new translation ; she 
 would not dispence. 
 
 Page 48. He that is a Clear Cavalier. 
 Attributed to Samuel Butler, author of Hudibras. 
 ( Posth. Wks., 1730, p. 158). Music in Pills, iii. 129, 
 and Chappell, Pop. Mus. 447. 
 
 Page 52. Now Chreest me save. 
 With Variations, this had appeared in "Wit Restored," 
 1658, p. 226 (Repr. no), beginning "I pray you save 
 poor Irish Knave," and The Answer to it, which agrees 
 with what is here verse 3. In Martin Llewellyn's 
 " Men-Miracles and Other Poems," 1646, p. 76, is "An 
 Irish Love-Song," beginning "For Chreeshe's sake, 
 come pity me ; O hone !" &c. 
 
 Page 59. As at noon Dulcina rested. 
 
 A copy of this song is in the Percy folio MS., p. 178 
 (E. E. T. ed. iv. 32). It is mentioned in the Registers 
 of the Stationer's Company, May 22, 1615, as "a Bal- 
 lett of Dulcina, to the tune [its own] of Forgoe me 
 nowe, come to me soone." Isaak Walton shews it to 
 have been a favourite with the milkmaid, along with 
 " Philida flouts me," and " Come, Shepherds, deck 
 your heads" ( Compleat Angler, 1653, cap. 2). It is 
 in the Roxb. Coll. Bds., ii. 402, entitled An excellent 
 Ditty called the Shepherd's Wooing Dulcina : printed 
 for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clark. Bp. 
 Percy refers to a Pepysian copy ( Reliq., iii. 2, No. 13). 
 The Bishop did useful work, and brought back much 
 early poetry into favour, though he tampered with his 
 texts in an indefensible manner, which we hope may 
 never be repeated. The charming song of " Dulcina" 
 has been assigned to Sir Walter Raleigh, but with- 
 out 
 
Iii, APPENDIX. 
 
 out sufficient evidence. We could easily believe it to 
 be his, however, and Geo, Ellis gives it to him in 
 Spec, 1801, ii. 189; thence followed by Cayley, &c. 
 An inferior second part was printed in 1720, (showing- 
 continued popularity beyond a century,) viz., 
 
 DULCINA, Part II. 
 
 .Day was spent and Night approached, 
 Venus fair was Lover's friend, 
 She intreated bright Apollo 
 That his steeds their race should end r 
 He could not say the Goddess nay, 
 But granted Love's fair Queen her boon ; 
 The Shepherd came to his fair Dame, 
 ** Forego me now, Come to me soon." 
 
 Sweet ( he said ) as I did promise, 
 I am now return'd again ; 
 Long delay you know breeds danger, 
 And to Lovers breedeth pain : 
 The Nymph said then, above all Men, 
 Still welcome Shepherd, Morn and Noon ; 
 The Shepherd prays, Dulcina says 
 Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon. 
 
 When that bright Aurora blushed, 
 Came the Shepherd to his dear ; 
 Pretty birds most sweetly warbled, 
 And the Noon approached near r 
 Yet still, away ! the Nymph did say ; 
 The Shepherd he fell in a swoon ; 
 At length she said, be not afraid, 
 Forego me now, Come to me soon. 
 
 With grief of heart the Shepherd hasted, 
 Up the Mountains to his flocks ; 
 Then he took a Reed and piped, 
 Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks : 
 Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day 
 Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon; 
 The silent Night [brings] Love's delight, 
 I'll go to Fair Dulcina soon. 
 
 Beautie*s 
 
APPENDIX. iiii. 
 
 Beautie's darling, fair Dulcina, 
 Like to Venus for her Love, 
 Spent away the Day in Passion, 
 Mourning like the Turtle- Dove : 
 Melodiously, notes low and high, 
 She warbled forth this doleful Tune ; 
 Oh, come again, sweet Shepherd Swain, 
 Thou canst not be with us too soon. 
 
 When as Thetis in her place, [? palace] 
 
 Had receiv'd the Prince of Light, 
 Came in Coridon the Shepherd, 
 To his Love and Heart's delight : 
 Then Pan did play, the Wood- Nymphs they 
 Did skip and dance to hear the Tune ; 
 Hymen did say 'tis Holy-day, 
 Forego me now, Come to me soon. 
 
 Music in Chappell, Pop. M., p. 143. 
 
 Page 64. Songs of Shepherds. 
 
 A faulty copy of this occurs in Percy folio MS., p. 458, 
 but as it has been carefully collated with the present 
 W. D. in the E. E. Text Soc. print, iii. 303, the reader 
 is referred thither. Our text is best and earliest printed. 
 Old Ballads, iii. 198, 1725, even begins faultily : "Songs 
 of Sonnets and rustical Roundelays ;" and transposes 
 vers. 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, to become 9, 8, 6, 5, 7 (followed in 
 Dryden's Misc. P., iii. 309; Nichols', i. 188). Music 
 in Calliope, 1788, p. 101 (7 verses only), and in Chap- 
 pell, 324 (do.). 
 
 As promised in the Introduction, we insert the lively 
 companion song "The Hunting of the Gods." The 
 music (with first verse only) is in Chappell's Pop. M., 
 p. 323. He is little to be envied who detects impropriety 
 in this tale of hoydenish May-day romps; Honi soit qui 
 maly pense, as the Second Part frontispiece has it : — 
 
liv. APPENDIX. 
 
 A Ballad called the Green-Gown. 
 Pan, leave piping, the gods have done feasting, 
 
 There's never a goddess a hunting to day : 
 Mortals marvel at Condon' s j easting, 
 
 That gives them assistance to entertain May, 
 The lads and the lasses, with scarves on their faces, 
 
 So lively as passes, trip over the downs : [qu, Pusses?] 
 Much mirth and sport they make, running at Barly-break : 
 
 Lord ! what haste they make for a green-gown. 
 
 John with Gillian, Harry with Francis 
 
 Meg and Mary with Robin and Will ; 
 George and Margery lead all the dances, 
 
 For they were reported to have the best skill : 
 But Cicely and Nanny, the fairest of many, 
 
 That came last of any from out of the townes, 
 Quickly got in among the midst of all the throng, 
 
 They so much did long for their green-gown. 
 
 Wanton Deborah whispered with Dorothy 
 
 That she should wink upon Richard and Sym : 
 Mincing Maudlin shew'd her authority, 
 
 And in the quarrel would venture a limb. 
 But Sibbell was sickly, and could not come quickly, 
 
 And, therefore, was likely to fall in a sowne : 
 Tib would not tarry for Tim nor for Harry, 
 
 Lest Christian should carry away the green-gown. 
 
 Blanch and Bettrice, both of a family, 
 
 Came very lazy, lagging behind ; 
 Annise and Annabel, noteing their policie, 
 
 Cupid is cunning, although he be blind : 
 But Winny the witty, that came from the citie, 
 
 With Parnell the pretty, and Besse the brown, 
 Clem, Jone, and Isabel, Su, Alice and bonny Nell, 
 
 Travell'd exceedingly for a green-gown. 
 
 Now the youngsters had reach'd the green meadow, 
 Where they intended to gather their May ; 
 
 Some in the sunshine, some in the shadow, 
 Singled in couples did fall to their play ; 
 
 But constant Penelope, Faith, Hope, and Charity, 
 
 Lookt very modestly, yet they lay down ; And 
 
APPENDIX. lv. 
 
 And Prudence prevented, what Rachel repented, 
 . And Kate was contented to take a green-gown. 
 
 Then they desired to know of a truth, 
 
 If all their fellows were in like case ; 
 Nem call'd for Eede, and Eede for Ruth, 
 
 Ruth for Marcy, and Marcy for Grace ; 
 But there was no speaking, they answered with squeaking, 
 
 The pretty lass breaking the head of the clown, 
 But some were a wooing while others were doing, 
 
 Yet all this going was for a green-gown. 
 
 Bright Apollo was all this while peeping 
 
 To see if his Daphne had been in the throng, 
 But, missing her, nastily downwards was creeping, 
 
 For Thetis imagin'd he tarried too long. 
 Then all the troop mourned, and homeward returned, 
 
 For Cinthia scorned to smile or to frown : 
 Thus they did gather May all the long Summer day, 
 
 And at night went away with a green-gown. 
 
 (In "An Antidote against Melancholy : made up in 
 Pills," 1661. Also, in Roxb. Col. of Black Letter Bds., 
 i. 538, B. Museum : Printed for J. Wright, Junior, 
 n. d., but about 1663. Tune, "Room for Company.") 
 
 Page 74. O Love whose force and might. 
 This meets us earlier in Wit and Drollery, 1656, p. 21, 
 with extra verses; and an Answer added in 1661 
 edition, p. 34. The chief value of this versical non 
 sequitur is in the proverbial sayings which end each 
 verse (and which contradict what preceded). Ex. 
 grat., 8 ver., "As Mosse did catch his Mare," W. & D. 
 In Notes & Q., 1st series, 1, p. 320, R. S. B. made en- 
 quiry, never answered, concerning the meaning of this 
 expression. He had found it in the translation of 
 Rabelais [Urquhart's ?] ; and wrote, " There is also a 
 song among the farmers of South Devon, of which the 
 last line of each verse is ' As Mosse caught the Mare.'" 
 Mosse's grey mare had evidently been caught when 
 "napping," or asleep; see the (in 1658, already) "old 
 Ballet of Shepherd Tom," in Wit Restored : — 
 
 " Where 
 
lvi. APPENDIX. 
 
 "Where she may take him napping, 
 
 As Mosse took his mare" (Reprint, p. 304). 
 
 Other readings : — poiver and might, No Creature ; 
 Her Tresses ; Much like ; thy thunder clap, And rend. 
 Verses 2, 6, and 7 were orig. 8, 9, 12. 
 
 2. (1656) Sole Mistress of my heart, [? breast] 
 
 Let me thus farre presume, 
 To make this bold request ; 
 
 A black patch for the Rhume. 
 
 6. Oh, Women, you will never 
 But think men still will flatter ; 
 
 I vow I love you ever, 
 But yet it is no matter. 
 
 7. Cupid is blind they say, 
 But yet methinks he seeth ; 
 
 He struck my heart to-day, 
 A T ... in Cupid's teeth. 
 
 10. And since her grateful merits 
 
 My loving look must lack, 
 Pie stop my vitall spirits 
 
 With Claret and with Sack. 
 
 THE ANSWER, 
 (166 1 edition only ; p. 34.) 
 
 1 . Y our letter I received, 
 Bedect with flourishing quarters, 
 
 Because you are deceiv'd, 
 
 Goe hang you in your garters. 
 
 2. My beauty which is none, 
 Yet such as you protest, 
 
 Doth make you sigh and groane : 
 Fie, fie, you do but jest. 
 
 3. I cannot chuse but pitty 
 Your restless mourneful teares, 
 
 Because your plaints are witty, 
 You may goe shake your eares. 
 
APPENDIX. lvii. 
 
 4. To purchase your delight, 
 No labour you shall leese, 
 
 Your pains I will requite ; 
 
 Maid, go fetch him Bread and Cheese. 
 
 5. 'Tis you I faine would see, 
 ' Tis you I daily think on ; 
 
 My looks as kind shall be, 
 As the Devills over Lincoln. 
 
 6. If ever I do tame 
 
 Great love of lightnings flashes ; 
 Pie send my fiery flame, 
 And burn thee into ashes. 
 
 7. I can by no meanes miss thee, 
 But needs must have thee one day, 
 
 I prethee come and kiss me, 
 Whereon I sat on Sunday. 
 
 Page 77. Come hang up your Care. 
 
 Music by Robert Smith in " Choice Ayres," i. 40. 
 This is by Thomas Shadwell, in Act iii. Sc. 3, of his 
 " Miser," same date, 1672. Properly, a Catch in four 
 parts, sung by Hazard, Tim, Rant, and Joyce : Come 
 Lay by your cares, and hang up your Sorrow, &c, in first 
 ed. of "Miser;" inferior in many lines to W. D., but 
 the adjective marking " the place where the glass goes 
 not round" is by no means "damp:" mais tout au 
 contraire. For an anecdote of Charles II., good hu- 
 mouredly excusing the familiarity of Sir Robert Viner, 
 and quoting from this very song " He that's drunk is 
 as great as a king," see the late J. H. Jesse's amusing 
 " Mem. of the Court of England," iii. 338, edit. 1840. 
 
 Page 77. Never ivill I ived a Girl that's coy. 
 
 Compare the epigram " I love not her, that at the first 
 cries I [aye !]," in Wit's Rec, No. 61, p. 29. Also two 
 songs printed in 1670: "He that marries a merry Lass," 
 and " He that will court a wench that is coy." By R. 
 Brome, in his "Northern Lass," 1632, Act iii., is this : — 
 
 A 
 
lviii. APPENDIX. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 Jj[e that marries a Merry Lass, 
 He has most cause to be sad : 
 For let her go free in her merry tricks 
 She'l work his patience mad. 
 But he that marries a Scold, a Scold, 
 He has most cause to be merry, 
 For when she's in her fits, 
 He may cherish his wits, 
 With singing hey down derry. 
 
 He that weds with a Roaring Girl, 
 That will both scratch and bite ; 
 Though he study all day 
 To make her away, 
 Will be glad to please her at night. 
 
 And he that copes with a Sullen Wench, 
 That scarce will speak at all ; 
 Her doggednesss more 
 Than a scold or a w ... . 
 Will penetrate his gall. 
 
 He that's matcht with a Turtle Dove, 
 That has no spleen about her ; 
 Shall waste so much life 
 In love of his wife, 
 He had better be without her. 
 
 Somebody else thought not so well of a scold, having 
 had experience of her, as we find in Harleian MS. 
 6396, fol. 20. b (John Hilton set music to it, 1652) : — 
 
 On a Scold. 
 
 Jul ere lyes a woman, no man can deny it, 
 Who rests in peace, although she liv'd unquiet, 
 Her husband prays you, if by her grave you walk, 
 You gently treade, for if she wake she'l talk. 
 
 And this, among the Epigrams, Book 1., 1650, p. 130, 
 by Robert Baron, — On a Scolding Woman, sub persona 
 mariti : — 
 
 Here 
 
APPENDIX. lix. 
 
 XI ere lies my wife interr'd ; oh how 
 Good is't for her quiet, — and mine too ! 
 
 Here is the other 
 
 SONG. 
 
 _[X e that will court a Wench that is coy, 
 That is proud, that is peevish and antick, 
 Let him be careless to sport and toy, 
 And as peevish as she is frantick : 
 
 Laugh at her and slight her, 
 
 Flatter her, spight her, 
 
 Rail and commend her again. 
 It is the way to woo her, 
 If that you mean to come close to her, 
 
 Such Girls will love such men. 
 
 He that will court a Wench that is mild, 
 That is soft and kind of behaviour ; 
 
 Let him kindly woo her, 
 
 Nor roughly come to her, 
 ' Tis the way to win her favour. 
 
 Give her kisses plenty : 
 
 She'l take them were they twenty, 
 
 Stroke her and kiss her again, 
 It is the way to woo her, 
 If that you mean to come close to her, 
 
 Such Girls do love soft men. 
 
 He that will court a Wench that is mad, 
 That will squeak and cry out if you handle her, 
 
 Let him kick and fling, 
 
 Till he make the house ring, 
 ' Tis the only way to tame her : [dandle ?] 
 
 Take her up and touze her, 
 
 Salute her and rouze her 
 Then kiss her, and please her again : 
 It is the way to woo her 
 If that you mean to come close to her, 
 
 Mad Girls do love mad men. 
 
 Page 79. Come, O come, I brook no stay. 
 
 By William Cartwright, written before 1643, in 
 
 "The 
 
lx. APPENDIX. 
 
 "The Ordinary," Act iii. Sc. 3; A Song sung within, 
 while "My fair is hallowing her Lute with her blest 
 touch." It is given, with music by Henry Lawes, in 
 Playford's "Select Ayres," 1659, p. 55, entitled "Love 
 admits no Delay." See previous note, on 1. p. 35. In 
 first edition of Cartwright's works, 1651, p. 45, we 
 read the second verse, not found in Westminster 
 Drollery : — 
 
 2. To be chaste is to be old, 
 And that foolish Girle that's cold 
 Is fourscore at fifteen : 
 Desires do write us green, 
 And looser flames our youth unfold. 
 
 Page 80. Come Lasses and Lads. 
 
 The music of this Maypole Song is in Chappell's Pop. 
 M., p. 5325 that of Packington's Pound, and Sellen- 
 ger's (or St. Leger's) Round, pp. 124, 60. See also 
 Dr. Rimbault's "Little Book of Songs and Ballads," 
 p. 146, from which we glean the following final verse, 
 but compare Songs of the Peasantry, p. 164, and "You 
 Lasses and Lads, in Pills, iii. 301.) 
 
 8. Good night, sais Tom, 
 
 And soe saies John, 
 Good night, saies Dick to Will ; 
 
 Good night, saies Sis, 
 
 Good night, saies Pris, 
 Good night, saies Peg to Nell. 
 
 Some run, some went, some staid, 
 
 Some dallied by the way, 
 And bound them selves by kisses twelve 
 
 To meet next hollyday. 
 
 Page 84. For Bacchus Vm born. 
 
 An inferior version, i. e., " For Bacchus I am, and for," 
 &c, is in Windsor Drollery, p. 145. 
 
 Page 86. Let Fortune and Phillis frozvn, &c. 
 
 Music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," i. 27. 
 
 Page 
 
APPENDIX. lxL 
 
 Page 87. As I Walk'd in the Woods, &c. 
 
 Music by Robt. Smith, in "Choice Ayres," i. 36. It 
 appears this is the song "Harry gave Doll.'* Music 
 and words also given in Wit and Mirth, 1699, p. 184, 
 and Pills, hi. 169, 171 9. See note, later, on page 116. 
 This looks like the earlier version, despite its being here 
 called a Mock-Song. 
 
 Page 88. O, the sad day. 
 
 This, in R. V.'s New Court Songs, p. 100, is entitled 
 A Mournful Song. It is by Thomas Flatman, who 
 died 1688. It is among his Poems, 1674, p. 49; there 
 called " Death : A Song." To us it appears of 
 strangely suggestive power, — equal to that thrilling 
 picture of the bewilderment of death given recently by 
 Mrs. Oliphant in " A Rose in June." Its situation in 
 the Drolleries enhances the effect, by contrast. The 
 saddening reiteration of the final line, that meets us 
 in our version (earliest), does not appear elsewhere. It 
 adds to the pathos of the poem. Other differences : 
 See (singly); these poor eyes; be!; bed-side; Touch; 
 And when; Who (singly); the peevish world, &c. 
 Flatman has another Poem, addressing Death, "O 
 mighty king of Terrors, come l 1 " which is worthy of 
 notice, as is also one signed " Em. D.," among the 
 poems of Thomas Beedome, 1641, " On Eternity." 
 
 Page 89. O Sorrow, Sorrow, &c. 
 
 Music by Robt. Smith, in "Choice Ayres," i. 87. This 
 is properly a Dialogue, between one afflicted and Sor- 
 row impersonated. It is thus given in R. V.'s New 
 Court Songs, p. 103, but, like several others already 
 noted in this Appendix, most certainly not his writing. 
 In fact, we are doubtful of his being author of a single 
 song in his collection, and think his name as likely to 
 have been Robt. Viner, or Vyner, as Veel, The pres- 
 6 ent 
 
lxii. APPENDIX. 
 
 ent song is by Samuel Rowley, and is in Act i. Sc. 
 2, of his "Noble Souldier; or, A Contract broken 
 justly Revenged/' 1634. It is sung while Oncelea 
 walks discontentedly, weeping, to the crucifix, her 
 maid beside her. There marked as Question and 
 Answer. In orig. — -jurier face ; thou in City, Town ; 
 weep, To sigh, to sob ; Oh when (bis). 
 
 Page 89. Chear up my Mates. 
 
 Music by Pelham Humphrey, in " Choice Ayres," i. 2. 
 This also is to be found among R. V.'s New Court 
 Songs, same date, p. 102. Variations : — Dull men are 
 those that tarry ; they might ; spie too. As to the 
 happy phrase, " On the wide sea of drink," we may go 
 far before we light on a broader scene of illustration 
 than that afforded by honest Thomas Heywood in his 
 tragi-comedy "The English Traveller," Act ii. Sc. 1, 
 "as it hath been publikely acted at the Cockpit in 
 Drury Lane, by Her Maiesties seruants." 
 
 Cloivne. Where I was to-night at supper, . . . 
 Was a great feast. . . . 
 
 Young Geraldine. In the height of their Carousing, all 
 
 their braines, 
 Warm'd with the heat of Wine ; Discourse was offer'd, 
 Of Ships, and Stormes at Sea, when suddenly, 
 Out of his giddy wildnesse, one conceiues 
 The Roome wherein they quafft, to be a Pinnace, 
 Moouing and Floating ; and the confused Noise, 
 To be the murmuring Windes, Gusts, Marriners; 
 That their vnstedfast footing, did proceed 
 From rocking of the Vessell : This conceiu'd, 
 Each one begins to apprehend the danger, 
 And to looke out for safety, fflie saith one 
 Vp to the Maine-top, and discouer ; Hee 
 Climbes by the bed-post, to the Teaster, there 
 Reports a Turbulent Sea and Tempest towards ; 
 
 And 
 
APPENDIX. lxiii. 
 
 And wills them if they'le saue their Ship and Hues, 
 
 To cast their Lading ouer-board ; At this 
 
 All fall to Worke, and Hoyste into the Street, 
 
 As to the Sea, What next come to their hand, 
 
 Stooles, Tables, Tressels, Trenchers, Bed-steds, Cups, 
 
 Pots, Plate, and Glasses ; Heere a fellow Whistles, 
 
 They take him for the Boat-swaine, one lyes strugling 
 
 Vpon the floore, as if he swome for life, 
 
 A third, takes the Base-violl for the Cock-boate, 
 
 Sits in the belly on't, labours and Rowes ; 
 
 His Oare, the Sticke with which the Fidler plaid ; 
 
 A fourth, bestrides his Fellowes, thinking to scape 
 
 As did Arion, on the Dolphins backe, 
 
 Still fumbling on a gitterne. 
 
 Cloivne. Excellent Sport. 
 
 Wincott. But what was the conclusion ? 
 
 Y. Geraldine. The rude multitude, 
 Watching without, and gaping for the spoyle 
 Cast from the windowes, went bi th' eares about it ; 
 The Constable is called to Attone the broyle, 
 Which done, and hearing such a noise within, 
 Of eminent Ship-racke; enters the house, & finds them 
 In this confusion, They Adore his staffe, 
 And thinke it Neptunes Trident, and that hee 
 Comes with his Tritons (so they cal'd his watch) 
 To calme the Tempest, and appease the Waues ; 
 And at this point, wee left them." (ist ed., 1633.) 
 
 Page 90. Nor Love nor Fate can I accuse. 
 
 Compare the similar but less complicated song in Part 
 ist., p. 83, The Forsaken Maid ; of which the opening 
 verse only is given in 1670 in " The Academy of Com- 
 plements," reading A Maid so like the Saints above." 
 It appears to be still older, as in " Choyce Drollery," 
 1656, p. 4, is a song, Of a Woman that died for Love 
 of a Man, beginning, " Nor Love nor Fate dare I ac- 
 cuse." The variations are curious, showing gradual 
 elaboration. 
 
 Page 
 
ixiv. APPENDIX. 
 
 Page 92. Heart* s Ease, an herb, tsfc. 
 
 One example of the fondness for songs on the herbs of 
 Love's Garden, and the Language of Flowers. Cf. 
 Ophelia's " There's rue for you ; and here's some for 
 me : we may call it Herb of Grace o' Sundays." 
 
 Page 94. Be your liquor small. 
 
 This is a short version, possibly all that was originally 
 in it, of the Black Jack Song, but more probably a con- 
 densation. Readers will be glad to regain the other 
 verses, as they appeared in print twelve years later. 
 They commence with a reference to the quaintly hu- 
 mourous song of " The Leather Bottell," which we 
 might have gladly given, but that this Appendix is al- 
 ready large, and the song is attainable elsewhere, one 
 version in Chappell, p. 514. Cans of wood, glasses 
 fine, black pots, flagons, are shewn to be of small ac- 
 count in comparison to the Leather Bottel, for holding 
 drink. And it has continuity of usefulness ; like the 
 first experiment in armour-plated ships, which was de- 
 clared to be a safe investment of capital, as they war- 
 ranted it to last for ever, and afterwards it might realize 
 half its cost as old iron. Thus : — 
 
 And when the bottle at last grows old, 
 And will good liquor no longer hold, 
 Out of the side you may make a clout, 
 To mend your shoes when they're worn out ; 
 Or take and hang it up on a pin, 
 'Twill serve to put hinges and odd things in. 
 So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell, 
 That first found out the leather bottel. 
 
 On this hint speaks our poet of the Black Jack, (of 
 which a splendid specimen exists in the Museum of the 
 Scottish Society of Antiquaries, Edinburgh, big as 
 though of Jack- Boots it were " two single gentlemen 
 rolled into one" ) : — 
 
 The 
 
APPENDIX. lxv. 
 
 The Black Jack. 
 
 i . — ' 1 is a pitiful thing that now a days, Sirs, 
 
 Our Poets turn Leather bottel praisers ; 
 
 But if a Leather theame they did lack, 
 
 They might better have chosen the bonny Black Jack; 
 
 For when they are both now well worn and decay'd, 
 
 For the Jack than the Bottle much more may be said ; 
 And I wish his soul much good may partake, 
 That first devised the bonny Black Jack. 
 
 2. — And now I will begin to declare, 
 What the Conveniences of the Jack are ; 
 First when a gang of good fellows do meet, 
 As oft at a Fair or Wake you shall see't, 
 They resolve to have some merry Carouses, 
 And yet to get home in good trim to their Houses ; 
 Then the bottle it runs as slow as my Rhyme, 
 With Jack they might have all bin drunk in good time. 
 And I tuish his soul in peace may diuell, 
 That first devis'd that speedy Vessel. 
 
 3. — And therefore leave off your twittle twattle, 
 Praise the Jack, praise no more the Leather bottle ; 
 For the man at the bottle may dance till he burst, 
 And yet not handsomely quench his thirst ; 
 The Master here-at maketh great moan, 
 And doubts his bottle has a spice of the Stone ; 
 But if it had bin a generous Jack, 
 He might have had currently what he did lack. 
 And I ivish his soul in Paradice, 
 That first found out that happy device. 
 
 4. — Be your liquor, &c, [see text.] 
 Because it said more than it could perform ; 
 But if it had bin in an honest Black Jack, 
 It would have prov'd better to sight, smell and smack. 
 And I ivish his soul in Heaven may rest, 
 That added a Jack to Bacchus his feast. 
 
 5. — No Flagon, Tankard, Bottle, &c, . . so fit . Tugg ; 
 For when a Man and his wife play at thwaks, 
 Ther's nothing so good as a pair of black Jacks : 
 
 Thus 
 
Ixvi. APPENDIX. 
 
 Thus to it they go, they swear and they curse, 
 It makes them both better, the Jack's ne'er the worse; 
 For they might have bang'd both til their hearts did 
 And yet no hurt the Jacks could take. [ake, 
 
 And I vuish his Heirs might have a pension, 
 That first produced that lucky Invention. 
 
 6. — Socrates and Aristotle 
 Suckt no wit from a Leather Bottle ; 
 For surely I think a man as soon may 
 Find a needle in a bottom of Hay : \sic.~\ 
 
 But if the black Jack a man may toss over, 
 ' Twill make him as drunk as any Philosopher ; 
 When he that makes Jacks from a peck to a quart, 
 Conjures not, though he lives by the black Art ; 
 And I vuish his soul, &c. 
 
 7. — Besides, my good friend, let me tell you, that Fellow, 
 That framed the Bottle, his brains were but shallow ; 
 The case is so clear I nothing need mention, 
 The Jack is a nearer [qu. neater?] and deeper Invention. 
 When the bottle is cleaned the dregs fly about ; 
 As if the Guts and the Brains flew out ; 
 But if in a cannon bore Jack it had bin, 
 From the top to the bottom all might have bin clean ; 
 And I wish his soul no comfort may lack, 
 That first devis'd the bounsing black Jack. 
 
 8. — Your leather bottle is used by no man, 
 
 That is a hair's breadth above a Plow-man ; 
 
 Then let us gang to the Hercules pillers, {i.e. Gibralter] 
 
 And there visit those gallant Jack-swillers, 
 
 In these small, strong, sower, sweet, mild, stale, 
 
 They drink Orange, Lemon, and Lambeth Ale : 
 
 The chief of Heralds there allowes, 
 
 The Jack to be of the antienter house. 
 
 And may his successors never want Sack, 
 That first devis'd the long leather Jack. 
 
 9. — Then for the bottle, you cannot well fill it, 
 
 [&c, See verse 4 of text, the same until " a spout ; "] 
 
 Then burn your bottle, what good is in it, 
 
 One cannot well fill it, nor drink nor clean it ; But 
 
APPENDIX. lxvii. 
 
 But if it had bin a jolly black Jack, 
 ' Twould came a great pace, and hold you good Tack, 
 And I tvish his soul, &c. 
 
 10. — He that's drunk in a Jack looks as fierce as a spark, 
 They were just ready cockt to shoot at a mark ; 
 When the other thing up to the mouth it goes, 
 Makes a man look with a great bottle nose ; 
 All wise men conclude, that a Jack new or old, 
 Though beginning to leak is however worth gold ; 
 For when the poor man on the way does trudge it, 
 His worn out Jack serves him well for a budget ; 
 And I ivish his Heirs may never lack Sack, 
 That first contrived the Leather black Jack. 
 
 ii. — When Bottle and Jack stand together, fye on't, 
 The Bottle [&c, as in verse 3 of text, — to " shooes ;"] 
 For add but to every Jack a foot, 
 And every Jack becomes a Boot ; 
 Then give me my Jack, ther's a reason why, 
 They have kept us wet and they'le keep us dry ; 
 I now should cease, but as I'm an honest man, 
 The Jack deserves to be called Sir John. 
 
 And may they ncre *w ant for belly nor back, 
 That keep up the Trade of the bonny black Jack. 
 
 This final verse 11. partly agrees with final verse 6., of 
 text, as well as with 3. Thus, in controversy between 
 Leather Bottel and Black Jack, very much indeed 
 " may be said on both sides." 
 
 Page 99. The Nymph that undoes me. 
 
 Music by Mr. Stafford, in "Choice Ayres," i. 31. 
 Also in R. V.'s * New Court Songs,' same date, with 
 few verbal differences : — the joy of; And the cause of 
 a; 2. Her Mouth ; wit still ; Has the beautiful Blush 
 and smell; attend', she ivounds with a look; Lover 
 must hope; In Sylvia ; love her, who. 
 
 Page 
 
lxviii. APPENDIX. 
 
 Page ioo. It ivas in June, and 'tivas on Barnaby 
 Bright too. 
 
 In first line of verse 6, the text has "many," certainly 
 a misprint for " merry." " Barnaby," is the feast of 
 S. Barnabas, June n, held formerly as a high festival 
 throughout England. At Glastonbury, on the North 
 side of St. Joseph's Chapel, a miraculous walnut tree 
 determinately refused to bud before St. Barnabas' day, 
 and then sprung into leaf. Of course so devout a tree 
 required pilgrimages, and got them. King James, his 
 Queen Anne, and their nobility " gave large sums of 
 money for cuttings from the original. Midsummer, or 
 nightless days, now begin and continue until the 2nd of 
 July. There is still this saying among country people, 
 
 'Barnaby Bright, Barnaby Bright, 
 
 The longest day and the shortest night.'" 
 
 (Hone's E. D. B.,i. 172.) 
 
 An old ballad of The Bathing Girls is in Black Letter. 
 
 Page 104. When first I saiv my Celiacs face. 
 
 P. 105, third line, should end, evidently, with " tipple," 
 and "Still" begin next line. In verse 5, " Her feet 
 were so Epitomized, Like peeping-mice did still ap- 
 pear," the resemblance is more than accidental to Sir 
 John Suckling's origination of the simile : — 
 
 " Her feet beneath her Petticoat 
 Like little mice stole in and out, 
 
 As if they fear'd the light : ' 
 But oh ! she dances such a way ! 
 No Sun upon an Easter day 
 
 Is half so fine a sight." 
 
 Indeed, this exquisite " Ballad upon a Wedding" evi- 
 dently suggested the entire poem, beside a dozen other 
 imitations; chief among which may be mentioned 
 Robert Baron's " I tell thee, Jack, as I sought out," 
 1650 ; and "Now that Love's Holiday is come, and 
 
 Madge 
 
APPENDIX. lxix. 
 
 Madge the maid hath swept the room," 1682. In the 
 handsomely printed " Selections from Suckling's 
 Works," 1836, his delicious " Ballad on a Wedding" 
 is actually mutilated, as Saturn was treated by Jupiter 
 (but without any similar result, a birth of Beauty), by 
 an egregious dolt, the Rev. Alfred Suckling : he being 
 one who "dies of a rose in aromatic pain," and having 
 so keen a scent for impurity that he would muffle the 
 bust of Clytie in a starched ruff and pinners. Out of 
 the mouth of such Sucklings as Alfred cometh no wis- 
 dom. He confounds Aurelian Townshend with Hey- 
 wood (p. 86, d ); but that is a field-mouse to an elephant 
 among his misdoings. 
 
 The Music, by James Hart, in "Choice Ayres," 
 1676, i. 63, has words to a slightly different measure. It 
 is probably the Original Song, to which our Westmin- 
 ster Drollery version is a Mock or Parody : 
 
 1 . W hen first I saw fair C&lia's face, 
 So full of modesty and grace, 
 
 As potent armies do attaque the place 
 
 Which can't resistance make ; 
 So she by pow'r has made her way 
 Unto my heart, and there does stay, 
 Receiving homage which I pay. 
 
 2. The force of Love who can withstand, 
 It is in vain to countermand, 
 
 What envious Cupid has decreed ; 
 
 Then my poor heart must ever bleed, 
 'Till you, fair Nymph, by pity mov'd, 
 My passion having once approv'd, 
 Can Love, as now you are belov'd. 
 
 3. It would be gallantry in Love, 
 If Ccelia would the act approve, 
 
 Where she so long has caus'd a smart, 
 
 There to bestow, at length, her heart. 
 In doing this, fair Saint, you may 
 From your blest name derive a day, 
 When Lovers unto you shall pray. 
 
 Page 
 
lxx. APPENDIX. 
 
 Page 108. There's none so pretty . 
 
 Music in Pills P. M., vi. 222, 1720. Entitled "The 
 Yielding Lass." 
 
 Page III, line 8. Every Spring and Fall. 
 
 " Fall," so in Mock Songs, 1675, p. 74, " I sing of great 
 diseases all, That happen not at Spring, or Fall." 
 Only ignorance prompts the ridicule employed against 
 American usage of this word, as equivalent for Autumn. 
 We have to thank our Transatlantic cousins for keeping 
 alive many good old English words that have been 
 starved to death at home (see previous note on Eu- 
 ropean, ii. p. 23). 
 
 Page 112. And I have a mind to be married. 
 
 Still called "A Penny Wedding" in Scotland, though 
 the custom has died out, like other good things. Young 
 folks wish to begin now-a-days amid all the luxuries 
 wherewith their parents left off. The Lament, " Phil 
 Porter's Farewel," will be found in Pills P. M. iv. 4. 
 
 Page 114. Get you gone, you zvill undo me. 
 
 One of the lively songs by Sir Charles Sedley. 
 Given in his Miscellaneous Works, ed. 1702, p. 38, but 
 imperfectly, as compared with the excellent version in 
 text, which alone is divided into stanzas and contains 
 lines 5, 6, 17, 18, special. The 1702 version reads our 
 12th line (its own 16th) tamely thus: "Never intending 
 to go higher," and ends the song with " leave me too." 
 Giving 1 to 4, then 7 to 10, these lines (not in W. D.) 
 continue : — 
 
 At every Hour, in every Place, 
 I either saw or form'd your Face ; 
 All that in Plays was finely writ, 
 Fancy for you, and me did fit. 
 
 My 
 
APPENDIX. lxxi. 
 
 My Dreams at night were all of you, 
 
 Such as till then I never knew : 
 
 I sported thus with young Desire, &c. 
 
 Page 116. As I ivalk'd in the Woods. 
 
 This (compare p. 87 for "Harry gave Doll") is by 
 Thomas Shadwell, in his comedy, " The Miser," 
 Act ii., same date. The fourth verse, here omitted, 
 runs : — 
 
 Now all my fresh colour deserted my face, 
 
 And let a pale greenness succeed in the place, 
 
 I pine and grow faint, and refuse all my meat, 
 
 And nothing but Chalk, Lime or Oatmeal, can eat : 
 
 But in my despair, I'le die if I can, 
 
 And languish no longer for want of a man. 
 
 Page 118. Hoiv charming are those, &c. 
 
 Given as "A song at the King's House" in R. V.'s 
 " New Court Songs," p. 55 ; also in " Covent Garden 
 Drollery," p. 48, "Song;" both of same date, 1672. 
 Al. lect. : — message to ; pulse groxun warm, Oh the 
 raptures ; And then, O Heavens ! the Secret Deed ! 
 When Sense and Soul, &c. 
 
 Page 119. While Alixis lay prest. 
 
 Music, by Nicholas Staggins, in "Choice Ayres," i. 22. 
 By John Dryden, in his " Marriage a la Mode," 1672, 
 Act iv. Sc. 2, at the Masquerade. 
 
 Sometimes printed " Whilst Alexis" or " As Alexis 
 lay pres'd," in "New Court Sgs.," 77; Covent Garden 
 Drollery, 62 ; Choice i. 253 ; Hive iii. 208, &c. Title, 
 " The Willing Nymph." Genest mentions it as a Song 
 indecorous "but very well written " (Account of Engl. 
 Stage, i. 134). Both in Cov. Gard. D. 72. and N. Ct. 
 Sgs., 104, is also a song called " Enjoyment," same 
 date, 1672, which strikingly resembles Dryden's. 
 
 Enjoyment. 
 
lxxii. APPENDIX. 
 
 S< 
 
 Enjoyment. 
 (A Song at the King's House.) 
 
 >o closely, closely prest 
 In his Clymena's arms young Damon lay, 
 Panting, in that transport sOVre-blest, 
 He seem'd just ready, just to die away. 
 Clymena beheld him with amorous eyes, 
 And thus, betwixt sighing and kissing, she cries, 
 
 Oh, make not such haste to be gone : 
 'Tis too much unkind, 
 Whilst I stay behind, 
 
 For you to be dying alone. 
 
 This made the youth, now drawing to his end, 
 The happy moment of his Death suspend : 
 But with so great a pain 
 His soul he did retain, 
 That with himself he seem'd at strife, 
 Whether to let out Love, or keep in Life. 
 Then she, who already was hasting to Death, 
 Said softly, and trembling, and all out of breath, 
 
 O now, my Love, now let me go ; 
 Die with me, Damon, now ; for I die too. 
 
 Thus dy'd they; but 'twas of so sweet a death 
 That so to die again, they took new breath. 
 
 In text (by Dryden's folio, 1701, i. 500) correct: Alexis; 
 often they di'd ; Nymph di'd more. 
 
 Page 120, and 123. O Love, if ere thou 1 It ease, &c. 
 
 Music, by Pelham Humphrey, in "Choice Ayres," i. 12. 
 At the former page this is wrongly stated to be in 
 " Marriage a la Mode " (by confusion with previous 
 song). It is by John Crowe, " sung to Julia in the 
 garden," in A6t iv. third scene, of his " History of 
 Charles the Vlllth. of France; or, The Invasion of 
 Naples by the French." The 1st. edition, 1672, men- 
 tions, "acted at his Highness, the Duke of York's The- 
 atre." In N. Ct. Sgs., p. 91. Variations — least from 
 
 first 
 
APPENDIX. lxxiii. 
 
 first copy : — pants with never ; shade ; too nigh ; Yet 
 oh ye Powers ! I'd ; Ere I'd ; Which honour ; our 
 griefs. 
 
 Page 123. I must confess, not many years ago. 
 
 Music, by William Turner, in "Choice Ayres," i. 75. 
 Given in R. V.'s New Court Songs, p. 90, entitled 
 "The Recovery: A Theatre Song." Reads "or t'other 
 coy." Additional 3rd verse : — 
 
 No Eunuch can more unconcern'dly brook 
 The glances of the most bewitching Look : 
 Yet if my Mis be wantonly enclin'd, 
 None can be more obliging, none more kind. 
 Enjoyment now has taught me how to prize 
 What onely they that know not, Idolize. 
 
 John Evelyn, in his Diary, refers to the introduction of 
 the word " Misse," in restricted meaning, " as at this 
 time they began to call lewd women; " 9 January, 1662. 
 Even thus the harmless word Mistress has become 
 opprobrious. 
 
 Page 126. Here to a period is a Scrivener come. 
 
 This dates thirty-two years earlier, being in " Wit's 
 Recreations," No. 175 (Reprint, p. 270). We may 
 refer to other poems of like humour, beside the " Sex- 
 ton " next following : viz., " The Chandler drew near 
 his end," The Chandler, in Choice Drollery, 1656, p. 
 72 ; punning Epitaphs on another Chandler, " How 
 might his dayes end that made weeks ? (wicks) " — 
 Wit's Rear., p. 271; on a Dyer, ibid., p. 268; on a 
 Cobbler, Wit Restored, Repr., 182. 
 
 Page 127. I sing the praises, &c. 
 
 Given as " An Encomium," among the Fancies and 
 Fantasticks in Wit's Recreation, 1640, Repr., p. 402. 
 Attributed to Suckling is another, on a similar mishap 
 in the Parliament House ; in Pills to P. M., iii. 332, 
 "Down came grave ancient Sir John Crooke" &c; 
 7 Rump 
 
Ixxiv. APPENDIX. 
 
 Rump Coll., 61. At p. 123 (as at pp. 31, 53, 54) we 
 venture on a bracketted correction of an evident mis- 
 print : "Times," should be "Thames." 
 
 Page 129. Wrong not, dear Empress, &c. 
 Attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh (died 1614) on 
 authority of Lansdowne MS.; Rawl. MS.; and Cot- 
 grave's Wit's Interpreter, 1655, P- 4°; where, as 
 "Wrong not, sweet Mistress," &c, it is entitled The 
 Silent Lover. Introductory lines, omitted in W. D., 
 are 
 
 X assions are likened best to floods and streams : 
 The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; 
 So when affections yield discourse, it seems 
 
 The bottom is but shallow whence they come. 
 They that are rich in words, in words discover 
 That they are poor in that which makes a lover. 
 Wrong not, &c. 
 
 It has been claimed, without evidence, for Sir Robert 
 Ayton, for Lord Pembroke, and Lord Walden ! Raw- 
 linson MS. calls it "Sir Walter Raleigh to Queen 
 Elizabeth." See note on i. p. no. 
 
 Introduction. 
 
 Page xv. note, line 6, read James Wright {son of Abra- 
 ham Wright, author of" Parnassus Biceps") 
 
 Page xix. note, line 2. We possess a copy of a previous 
 edition of Part 1. of "The Wits," also dated 1672, 
 which lacks this Preface, and has, instead, two pages 
 of printed address "To the Readers, The Stationer 
 sends greeting," signed by Francis Kirkman. The 
 arrangement is different, including many of Cox's 
 "Humours," afterwards included in Part 2., 1673. 
 The frontispiece, representing a performance of " Drolls " 
 at the Red Bull Theatre, is seldom found in extant 
 copies. 
 
 FINALE. 
 
lxxv. 
 FINALE. 
 
 IF ye be weary of the drowsy hum 
 Of silly Senators, and Legal folly, 
 The boasts of " Scientists" (all wrangling), come ! 
 These Drolleries free you soon from melancholy. 
 A pleasant hour you'll spend with Cavaliers, 
 Their roystering fun, their catches and cajolery, 
 Their love-lays — with more smiles than trace of tears; 
 The varied phases of Westminster Drollery. 
 
 Shadows before us move of buried Wits, 
 Beau Sedley, Dorset, Charles with frank good nature: 
 Once more at Will's, enthron'd, John Dryden sits, 
 And Davenant brooks jest on nasal feature : 
 Carew and Raleigh strike their earlier strings, 
 Wotton and Lyly joining in the chorus ; 
 Wycherley lends fresh mirth, plump Shadwell sings, 
 Starched Johnny Crowne perks his grave phiz be- 
 fore us. 
 
 Playwrights and Poets, not unknown to fame, 
 
 With mockery of Wife, and ode to Spinster, 
 
 Gibing at Puritan and Roundhead, came 
 
 To 'twine these Drolleries from old Westminster 
 
 Garlands unfaded, with a perfume still 
 
 For all who hold the White Rose still in favour, — 
 
 All who can quaff the true Castalian rill, 
 
 And like it better for its antique flavour. 
 
 1874. J. W. E. 
 
lxxvii. 
 
 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Songs, &c. pt. p. 
 
 A blith and bonny Country Lass, 59 
 
 ^^ A creature so strange, so wretched a one ii. 62 
 
 A great pretender to Gentility, 59 
 
 A knot of good fellows were making moan... ii. 47 
 
 A Lover L am, and a Lover I'll be, 2 
 
 A Taylor, but a man of upright dealing, ... 84 
 
 A Watch lost in a Tavern ! Thafs a crime, 70 
 
 A Wife I do hate, 5 
 
 Alas ! what shall I do ? I have taken on me now, 7 
 
 All day do I sit inventing, ii. 28 
 
 All the flatteries of Fate, 24 
 
 Amidst the merry May, ii. 33 
 
 And I have a mind to be married, ii. 1 1 2 
 
 And now all Nature seemed in love, 55 
 
 As at noon Dulcina rested, ii. 59 
 
 As I lay all alone on my bed slumbering, ... ^ 
 
 As I walk' din the woods one evening of late, ii. 87 
 
 As 1 'walk 'd in the woods one evening of late, ii. 116 
 
 As in May the little god of Love, ii. 30 
 
 As to these lines she lent a lovely look, ... ii. 69 
 
 As we went wandering all the night, 108 
 
 As youthful Day put on his best, ii. 41 
 
 Ask me no more why I do wear, 77 
 
 T\e more kind than you are, ii. 70 
 
 Be your liquor small, or as thick as mud, ii. 94 
 
 Beat on, proud billows, Boreas blow, 96 
 
 Beneath a myrtle shade, Which Jove for none, 116 
 
 Beneath a myrtle shade, Which none but Love, 3 1 
 
lxxviii. 
 
 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Bright Celia, know 'twas not thine eyes, . 
 Burn and consume, burn, wretched heart, . 
 (~>antu Luscinia somnum irritat, 
 
 Celia, I loved thee, 
 
 Cellamina, of my heart, 
 
 Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow 
 Chloris, let my passion ever, ... ... 
 
 Chloris, when I to thee present, 
 
 Come all you noble, you that are neat ones, . 
 
 Come, boys, leave of your toys, 
 
 Come, hang up your Care, and c. a. s.,. 
 Come, Lads and Lasses, each one that passes, 
 Come, Lasses and Lads, Take leave of your 
 
 Dads, 
 
 Come, live with me and be my W . 
 Come, O come / L brook no stay, 
 Corinna false ! it cannot be, 
 
 Coy one, L say, begone ! 
 
 iamon, L tell thee, L never shall be, 
 Disdain me still, that L may ever love, 
 Doat neither on Women, nor on Wine, 
 Tfarewell, fair Saint, may not the seas and 
 
 A wind, ... 
 
 Farewell, farewell, fond love, 
 
 For Bacchus L'm born, and for Bacchus I } ll 'be, 
 
 From the hag and hungry Goblin, 
 
 f^ et you gone, you will undo me, 
 
 ^^ Give der, foolish heart, and make h. t. d., 
 Go, thou gentle whispering wind, 
 
 D 
 
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TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 lxxix. 
 
 TT ark, hark ! the dogs do bark, 
 
 Have I not told thee, dearest mine, . 
 Having perus' d your book, I there do find, 
 
 He that is a clear Cavalier, 
 
 He that with Wine, Wine thinks f expel, . 
 Heart's Ease, an herb that someti?nes h. b. j 
 Heaven did not weep, but in its swelling ey 
 Here stands the ??ian that for his C. g., . 
 Here to a period is a Scriifner come, ... 
 He's a fool in his heart, that takes any care, 
 
 Hicjacet John Shorthose 
 
 Hold, hold, and no further advance, ... 
 How charming are those pleasant pains, 
 How hard a fate have I, that must expire, 
 How hard is a heart to be cured, 
 How honest a thing were a Wedding, 
 How pleasant a thing were a Wedding, 
 How severe is forgetful Old Age, 
 How unhappy a Lover am I, 
 
 T die, when as I do not see, 
 
 /formerly in countries oft have been, 
 I many graves have made, yet enjoy' d none 
 I must confess, not many years ago, ... 
 I pass all my hours in a shady old Grove, 
 I posted myself by the wings of my fate, 
 I saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail, ... 
 /" serve Amynta, whiter than the snow, 
 
 I sing the praises of a F . . ., 
 
 / went to the Tavern, and then, 
 
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1XXX. TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 pt. p. 
 
 / will not do a sacrifice, 114 
 
 lack, Will, and Tom, are ye come ? 82 
 
 If love be Life, I long to die, 61 
 
 Fll tell you how the Rose did first qrow red, 105 
 
 F II tell you of a Lout, ii. 75 
 
 I'll tell you true, whither doth stray, ... 51 
 
 /// tide this cruel Place, that hath g ., ... 85 
 
 Is she gone ? Let her qo / faith, boys, ... 81 
 
 Is she not wondrous fair ? O ! but, I see ... 106 
 
 // was in June, and 'twas on Barnaby Bright t. ii. 1 00 
 
 TS~ eep on your Mask, and hide your eye, ... 1 04 
 
 T eave, Celia, leave the Woods to chase, ... ii. 125 
 Let fortune and Phillis frown if they 
 
 please ii. 86 
 
 Like a Cat with her tail fast held by a Peg, 120 
 
 Like a Dog that runs madding at Sheep, ... 118 
 
 Like a Dog with a bottle fast tied to his tail, 118 
 
 Love, fare thee well, 21 
 
 Love, that is screwed a pitch too high, ... 25 
 
 *\/Tadam, I cannot court your sprightly eyes, 69 
 
 Maids, see what you lack / ii. 92 
 
 Make ready, fair Lady, to-night, 47 
 
 Many declare what torments there are, ... 22 
 
 March, with his winds hath struck a C. t., ii. 16 
 
 Methought the other night, 90 
 
 My cousin Moll's an arrant W. . . . , ... no 
 
 My dearest Katy, pr'ythee be but constant now, ii. 107 
 
 My first Love, whom all beauty did adorn, 99 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 lxxxi. 
 
 My Mistress she is fully known, 
 My Mistress she loves Dignities, 
 My Mistress will not be content, 
 
 My name is Honest Harry, 
 
 My wishes greet the Navy of the Dutch, 
 
 \J ever persuade me to 't, I vow, 
 
 *" Never will I wed a Girl thafs coy, 
 
 Noble, lovely, virtuous creature, 
 
 Nor Love, nor Fate, can I accuse of hate, 
 Nor Love, nor Fate, dare L accuse, . . . 
 Now Chreest me save ! poor Lrish knave, 
 Now out upon this constant love, 
 
 /~\ fain would L, before I die, 
 
 ^^^ O Love, if e'er thou 'It ease a heart, 
 O Love, if e'er thou wilt ease a heart, 
 
 O Love, whose force and might, 
 
 O my dearest, I shall grieve thee, 
 O Sorrow, Sorrow ! say where dost thou, 
 O the sad day f When friends shall, &>c, 
 O you powerful Gods f if L must be,... 
 Of all the brisk dames, my Selinafor me, 
 Of Beauty there's no rule, neither can be, 
 Of old Soldiers, the song you would hear, 
 On the bank of a brook, as I sate fishing, 
 One wish'd me to a wife thafs fair and young. 
 Tyhyllis, for shame, let us improve, ... 
 Poor Celia once was very fair, ... 
 Poor Chloris wept, and from her eyes, 
 Pr'ythee, Chloris, tell me how, 
 
 pt. 
 
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 48 
 
 
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lxxxii. 
 
 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Pr'ythee, tell me, Phillis, 
 
 Tl ocks, shelves, and sands, and all, farewell, 
 
 A ^ Run to Lovers Lottery, run, maids, and 
 
 rejoice, 
 
 O eek not to know a Woman; for she's worse, 
 ^ Shall we die, Both thou and I? ... 
 Shepherd, whafs Love ? L pr'ythee tell, 
 Sibby cries, To the wood come follow me, 
 Silvia, know L never shall more, 
 Silvia, tell me how long it will be, 
 Since we poor slavish wo?nen know, . . . 
 Sit thee down by me, mine own sweet joy 
 So ship-wrecked Passengers escape to land. 
 Some say the world is full of holes, . . . 
 Some say the world is full of pelf , 
 Some years of late, in eighty eight, 
 Songs of Shepherds, and rustical Roundelays, 
 Stay, lusty blood, where wilt thou seek, 
 Stay, Shepherd, pr'ythee, Shepherd, stay I.. 
 
 Still to be neat, still to be drest, 
 
 >~p<?// me, you Anti-Saints, why Glass, . . 
 
 That beauty L adored before, 
 
 The Moon in her pride, 
 
 The Nymph that undoes me is fair a. u. .. 
 The poor man fasts, because he has no meat 
 The pretty sweet yinny sate on a hill, 
 The raging waves, and roaring wind, 
 The Star that shines by daylight, 
 There is not half so warm afire, 
 
 P t. p. 
 
 ii. 97 
 
 67 
 
 64 
 
 14 
 
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 63 
 
 6 
 
 10 
 
 9 
 
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 8 
 
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 14 
 
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 ii. 64 
 
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 56 
 
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 87 
 
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 ii. 57 
 
 ii. 99 
 
 I09 
 ii. 72 
 ii. 61 
 ii. 21 
 
 102 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 lxxxiii. 
 
 There was, and there was, 
 
 Therms none so pretty, 
 
 Thus all our life long, we are frolic and gay, 
 To little or no purpose have I spent allm. d., 
 To love thee without flattery were a sin, . . . 
 Two fellows gazing at the Cross in Cheap, 
 
 wr™ ever & r * e f so § reai as m ^ ne - ? 
 
 Was ever man so vex'd with a Trull? 
 Wert thou but half so wise as thou art fair, 
 What care I though the world reprove ? . 
 What dire aspects wore the inraged skie, . 
 What means this strangeness now of late ? 
 When as the Nightingale chanted her vesper, 
 When first I saw my Celiacs face, . . . 
 Vl^en Thirsis did the splendid eye, . . . 
 Wherever I am, and whatever I do,... 
 
 Whilst Alexis lay prest, 
 
 Why should my Celia now be coy ? ... 
 Wife, pr^y thee, come, give me thy hand, now 
 Will you please to hear a new ditty ?... 
 Women [naturally] are called Eves, . . . 
 World, thou art so wicked gro7vn, 
 Wrong not, dear Empress of my heart, 
 *\Tou meaner Beauties of the Night, . . . 
 ■*■ You powers that guard Lovers pi. throne, 
 You! II ask, perhaps, wherefore I stay, 
 Young Thirsis, the shepherd, that wont w. t. k. , 
 Your hand with Nature at a noble strife, 
 
 P t. P . 
 
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 ii. 1 08 
 
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 ii. 46 
 
 112 
 
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 6 
 
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 ii. 7 
 
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 ii, 104 
 ii. 47 
 
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 ii. 119 
 
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 ii. 40 
 
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 ii. 129 
 
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 ii. 15 
 
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 ii. 42 
 
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 SONGS 
 
lxxxiv. 
 
 SONGS IN THE APPENDIX. 
 
 A Drunkard I am, and a Drunkard Til die, 
 A Wife I adore, 
 
 Cast not in Chloe^s name among, ... 
 Day was spent and Night approached, . 
 Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes ... 
 Fain would I, Chloris, ere I die, ... 
 He that marries a merry Lass, 
 He that' will court a wench that is coy,. 
 Here lies a Woman, let no man deny it, 
 
 In eighty-eight, ere I was born, 
 
 Pan leave piping, the gods have done feasting ; 
 Robes loosely flowing, and aspect as free, 
 
 So closely, closely prest, 
 
 ' Tis a pitiful thing that now-a-days, sirs, 
 
 Tobacco I love, and Tobacco I, 
 
 Was ever man so vex'd with a Wife ? ... 
 Wert thoic much fairer than thou art, ... 
 Whafs that in the fire, and not in the flame 
 When first I saw fair Ceelids face, 
 Your letter I received, ... , 
 
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