A Song.

1. So wretched are the sick of Love,No Herb has vertue to removeThe growing ill:But still,The more we Remedies opposeThe Feaver more malignant grows.Doubts do but add unto desire,Like Oyl that’s thrown upon the fire,Which serves to make the flame aspire;And not t’ extinguish it:Love has its trembling, and its burning fit.2. Fruition which the sick propose[p. 112.]To end, and recompence their woes,But turns them o’reTo more.And curing one, does but prepareA new, perhaps a greater care.Enjoyment even in the chaste,Pleases, not satisfies the taste,And licens’d Love the worst can fast.Such is the Lovers state,Pining and pleas’d, alike unfortunate.3.SabinaandCamillashareAn equal interest in care,Fear hath each brestPossest.In different Fortunes, one pure flameMakes their unhappiness the same.Love begets fear, fear grief creates,Passion still passion animates,Love will be love in all estates:His power still is oneWhether in hope or in possession.

1. So wretched are the sick of Love,

No Herb has vertue to remove

The growing ill:

But still,

The more we Remedies oppose

The Feaver more malignant grows.

Doubts do but add unto desire,

Like Oyl that’s thrown upon the fire,

Which serves to make the flame aspire;

And not t’ extinguish it:

Love has its trembling, and its burning fit.

2. Fruition which the sick propose[p. 112.]To end, and recompence their woes,But turns them o’reTo more.And curing one, does but prepareA new, perhaps a greater care.Enjoyment even in the chaste,Pleases, not satisfies the taste,And licens’d Love the worst can fast.Such is the Lovers state,Pining and pleas’d, alike unfortunate.

2. Fruition which the sick propose[p. 112.]

To end, and recompence their woes,

But turns them o’re

To more.

And curing one, does but prepare

A new, perhaps a greater care.

Enjoyment even in the chaste,

Pleases, not satisfies the taste,

And licens’d Love the worst can fast.

Such is the Lovers state,

Pining and pleas’d, alike unfortunate.

3.SabinaandCamillashareAn equal interest in care,Fear hath each brestPossest.In different Fortunes, one pure flameMakes their unhappiness the same.Love begets fear, fear grief creates,Passion still passion animates,Love will be love in all estates:His power still is oneWhether in hope or in possession.

3.SabinaandCamillashare

An equal interest in care,

Fear hath each brest

Possest.

In different Fortunes, one pure flame

Makes their unhappiness the same.

Love begets fear, fear grief creates,

Passion still passion animates,

Love will be love in all estates:

His power still is one

Whether in hope or in possession.

[p. 113.]

1. To Arms! to Arms! the Heroes cry,A glorious Death, or Victory.Beauty and Love, although combin’d,And each so powerful alone,Cannot prevail against a mindBound up in resolution.Tears their weak influence vainly prove,Nothing the daring breast can moveHonour is blind, and deaf, ev’n deaf to Love.2. The Field! the Field! where Valour bleeds,Spurn’d into dust by barbed steeds,Instead of wanton Beds of DownIs now the Scene where they must try,To overthrow, or be o’rethrown;Bravely to overcome, or dye.Honour in her interest sits aboveWhat Beauty, Prayers, or tears can move:Were there no Honour, there would be no Love.

1. To Arms! to Arms! the Heroes cry,

A glorious Death, or Victory.

Beauty and Love, although combin’d,

And each so powerful alone,

Cannot prevail against a mind

Bound up in resolution.

Tears their weak influence vainly prove,

Nothing the daring breast can move

Honour is blind, and deaf, ev’n deaf to Love.

2. The Field! the Field! where Valour bleeds,Spurn’d into dust by barbed steeds,Instead of wanton Beds of DownIs now the Scene where they must try,To overthrow, or be o’rethrown;Bravely to overcome, or dye.Honour in her interest sits aboveWhat Beauty, Prayers, or tears can move:Were there no Honour, there would be no Love.

2. The Field! the Field! where Valour bleeds,

Spurn’d into dust by barbed steeds,

Instead of wanton Beds of Down

Is now the Scene where they must try,

To overthrow, or be o’rethrown;

Bravely to overcome, or dye.

Honour in her interest sits above

What Beauty, Prayers, or tears can move:

Were there no Honour, there would be no Love.

[p. 114.]

1. Beauty that it self can kill,Through the finest temper’d steel,Can those wounds she makes endure,And insult it o’re the brave,Since she knows a certain cure,When she is dispos’d to save:But when a Lover bleeding lies,Wounded by other Arms,And that she sees those harms,For which she knows no remedies;Then Beauty Sorrows livery wears,And whilst she melts away in tears,Drooping in Sorrow shewsLike Roses overcharg’d with morning dews.2. Nor do women, though they wearThe most tender character,Suffer in this case alone:Hearts enclos’d with Iron Walls,In humanity must groanWhen a noble Hero falls.Pitiless courage would not be[p. 115.]An honour, but a shame;Nor bear the noble nameOf valour, but barbarity;The generous even in successLament their enemies distress:And scorn it should appearWho are the Conquer’d, with the Conqueror.

1. Beauty that it self can kill,

Through the finest temper’d steel,

Can those wounds she makes endure,

And insult it o’re the brave,

Since she knows a certain cure,

When she is dispos’d to save:

But when a Lover bleeding lies,

Wounded by other Arms,

And that she sees those harms,

For which she knows no remedies;

Then Beauty Sorrows livery wears,

And whilst she melts away in tears,

Drooping in Sorrow shews

Like Roses overcharg’d with morning dews.

2. Nor do women, though they wearThe most tender character,Suffer in this case alone:Hearts enclos’d with Iron Walls,In humanity must groanWhen a noble Hero falls.Pitiless courage would not be[p. 115.]An honour, but a shame;Nor bear the noble nameOf valour, but barbarity;The generous even in successLament their enemies distress:And scorn it should appearWho are the Conquer’d, with the Conqueror.

2. Nor do women, though they wear

The most tender character,

Suffer in this case alone:

Hearts enclos’d with Iron Walls,

In humanity must groan

When a noble Hero falls.

Pitiless courage would not be[p. 115.]

An honour, but a shame;

Nor bear the noble name

Of valour, but barbarity;

The generous even in success

Lament their enemies distress:

And scorn it should appear

Who are the Conquer’d, with the Conqueror.

1. The young, the fair, the chaste, the good,The sweetCamilla, in a floodOf her own Crimson liesA bloody, bloody sacrificeTo Death and man’s inhumane cruelties.Weep Virgins till your sorrow swellsIn tears above the Ivory CellsThat guard those Globes of light;Drown, drown those beauties of your eyes.Beauty should mourn, when beauty dies;And make a general night,To pay her innocence its Funeral rite.2. Death since his Empire first begun,[p. 116.]So foul a conquest never won,Nor yet so fair a prize:And had he had a heart, or eyes,Her beauties would have charm’d his cruelties.Even Savage Beasts will Beauty spare,Chaft Lions fawn upon the fair;[Fierce lions]Nor dare offend the chaste:But vitious man, that sees and knowsThe mischiefs his wild fury does,Humours his passions haste,To prove ungovern’d man the greatest beast.

1. The young, the fair, the chaste, the good,

The sweetCamilla, in a flood

Of her own Crimson lies

A bloody, bloody sacrifice

To Death and man’s inhumane cruelties.

Weep Virgins till your sorrow swells

In tears above the Ivory Cells

That guard those Globes of light;

Drown, drown those beauties of your eyes.

Beauty should mourn, when beauty dies;

And make a general night,

To pay her innocence its Funeral rite.

2. Death since his Empire first begun,[p. 116.]So foul a conquest never won,Nor yet so fair a prize:And had he had a heart, or eyes,Her beauties would have charm’d his cruelties.Even Savage Beasts will Beauty spare,Chaft Lions fawn upon the fair;[Fierce lions]Nor dare offend the chaste:But vitious man, that sees and knowsThe mischiefs his wild fury does,Humours his passions haste,To prove ungovern’d man the greatest beast.

2. Death since his Empire first begun,[p. 116.]

So foul a conquest never won,

Nor yet so fair a prize:

And had he had a heart, or eyes,

Her beauties would have charm’d his cruelties.

Even Savage Beasts will Beauty spare,

Chaft Lions fawn upon the fair;[Fierce lions]

Nor dare offend the chaste:

But vitious man, that sees and knows

The mischiefs his wild fury does,

Humours his passions haste,

To prove ungovern’d man the greatest beast.

1. How frailty makes us to our wrongFear, and be loth to dye,When Life is only dying longAnd Death the remedy!We shun eternity,And still would gravel her beneath,[Scil., grovel]Though still in woe and strife,When Life’s the path that leads to Death,And Death the door to Life.2. The Fear of Death is the disease[p. 117.]Makes the poor patient smart;Vain apprehensions often freezeThe vitals in the heart,Without the dreaded Dart.When fury rides on pointed steelDeath’s fear the heart doth seize,Whilst in that very fear we feelA greater sting than his.3. But chasteCamilla’svertuous fearWas of a noble kind,Not of her end approaching nearBut to be left behind,From her dear Love disjoyn’d;When Death in courtesie decreed,To make the fair his prize,And by one cruelty her freedFrom humane cruelties.CHORUS.Thus heav’n does his will disguise,To scourge our curiosities,When too inquisitive we growOf what we are forbid to know.Fond humane nature that will try[p. 118.]To sound th’ Abiss of Destiny!Alas! what profit can ariseFrom those forbidden scrutinies,When Oracles what they foretelIn such Ænigma’s still conceal,That self indulging man still makesOf deepest truths most sad mistakes!Or could our frailty comprehendThe reach those riddles do intend:What boots it us when we have done,To foresee ills we cannot shun?But ’tis in man a vain pretence,To know or prophesie events,Which only execute, and move,By a dependence from above.’Tis all imposture to deceiveThe foolish and inquisitive,Since none foresee what shall befal,But providence that governs all.Reason wherewith kind Heav’n has blestHis creature man above the rest,Will teach humanity to knowAll that it should aspire unto;And whatsoever fool reliesOn false deceiving prophesies,Striving by conduct to evadeThe harms they threaten, or perswade,Too frequently himself does run[p. 119.]Into the danger he would shun,And pulls upon himself the woeFate meant he should much later know.By such delusions vertue straysOut of those honourable waysThat lead unto that glorious end,To which the noble ever bend.Whereas if vertue were the guide,Mens minds would then be fortifiedWith constancy, that would declareAgainst supineness, and despair.We should events with patience wait,And not despise, nor fear our Fate.

1. How frailty makes us to our wrong

Fear, and be loth to dye,

When Life is only dying long

And Death the remedy!

We shun eternity,

And still would gravel her beneath,[Scil., grovel]

Though still in woe and strife,

When Life’s the path that leads to Death,

And Death the door to Life.

2. The Fear of Death is the disease[p. 117.]Makes the poor patient smart;Vain apprehensions often freezeThe vitals in the heart,Without the dreaded Dart.When fury rides on pointed steelDeath’s fear the heart doth seize,Whilst in that very fear we feelA greater sting than his.

2. The Fear of Death is the disease[p. 117.]

Makes the poor patient smart;

Vain apprehensions often freeze

The vitals in the heart,

Without the dreaded Dart.

When fury rides on pointed steel

Death’s fear the heart doth seize,

Whilst in that very fear we feel

A greater sting than his.

3. But chasteCamilla’svertuous fearWas of a noble kind,Not of her end approaching nearBut to be left behind,From her dear Love disjoyn’d;When Death in courtesie decreed,To make the fair his prize,And by one cruelty her freedFrom humane cruelties.

3. But chasteCamilla’svertuous fear

Was of a noble kind,

Not of her end approaching near

But to be left behind,

From her dear Love disjoyn’d;

When Death in courtesie decreed,

To make the fair his prize,

And by one cruelty her freed

From humane cruelties.

CHORUS.Thus heav’n does his will disguise,To scourge our curiosities,When too inquisitive we growOf what we are forbid to know.Fond humane nature that will try[p. 118.]To sound th’ Abiss of Destiny!Alas! what profit can ariseFrom those forbidden scrutinies,When Oracles what they foretelIn such Ænigma’s still conceal,That self indulging man still makesOf deepest truths most sad mistakes!Or could our frailty comprehendThe reach those riddles do intend:What boots it us when we have done,To foresee ills we cannot shun?But ’tis in man a vain pretence,To know or prophesie events,Which only execute, and move,By a dependence from above.’Tis all imposture to deceiveThe foolish and inquisitive,Since none foresee what shall befal,But providence that governs all.Reason wherewith kind Heav’n has blestHis creature man above the rest,Will teach humanity to knowAll that it should aspire unto;And whatsoever fool reliesOn false deceiving prophesies,Striving by conduct to evadeThe harms they threaten, or perswade,Too frequently himself does run[p. 119.]Into the danger he would shun,And pulls upon himself the woeFate meant he should much later know.By such delusions vertue straysOut of those honourable waysThat lead unto that glorious end,To which the noble ever bend.Whereas if vertue were the guide,Mens minds would then be fortifiedWith constancy, that would declareAgainst supineness, and despair.We should events with patience wait,And not despise, nor fear our Fate.

CHORUS.

Thus heav’n does his will disguise,

To scourge our curiosities,

When too inquisitive we grow

Of what we are forbid to know.

Fond humane nature that will try[p. 118.]

To sound th’ Abiss of Destiny!

Alas! what profit can arise

From those forbidden scrutinies,

When Oracles what they foretel

In such Ænigma’s still conceal,

That self indulging man still makes

Of deepest truths most sad mistakes!

Or could our frailty comprehend

The reach those riddles do intend:

What boots it us when we have done,

To foresee ills we cannot shun?

But ’tis in man a vain pretence,

To know or prophesie events,

Which only execute, and move,

By a dependence from above.

’Tis all imposture to deceive

The foolish and inquisitive,

Since none foresee what shall befal,

But providence that governs all.

Reason wherewith kind Heav’n has blest

His creature man above the rest,

Will teach humanity to know

All that it should aspire unto;

And whatsoever fool relies

On false deceiving prophesies,

Striving by conduct to evade

The harms they threaten, or perswade,

Too frequently himself does run[p. 119.]

Into the danger he would shun,

And pulls upon himself the woe

Fate meant he should much later know.

By such delusions vertue strays

Out of those honourable ways

That lead unto that glorious end,

To which the noble ever bend.

Whereas if vertue were the guide,

Mens minds would then be fortified

With constancy, that would declare

Against supineness, and despair.

We should events with patience wait,

And not despise, nor fear our Fate.

[p. 120.]

The Quaker and his Brats,Are born with their Hats,Which a point with two Taggs,Ty’s fast to their Craggs,Nor King nor Kesar,To such Knaves as these are,Do signifie more than a Tinker.His rudeness and prideSo puffs up his hideThat He’s drunk though he be no drinker.Chorus.Now since Mayor and JusticeAre assured that thus ’tisTo abate their encrease and redundanceLet us send them to WICKHAMFor there’s one will kick ’umInto much better manners by abundance.Once the Clown at his entry[p. 121.]Kist his golls to the Gentry:When the Lady took upon her,’Twas God save your Honor:But now Lord and Pesant,Do make but one messe on’tThen farewel distinction ’twixt Plowman and Knight.If the world be thus tostThe old Proverb is crost,For Joan’s as good as my Lady in th’ Light.Chorus.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.’Tis the Gentry that Lulls ’umWhile the Quaker begulls ’um:They dandle ’um in their Lapps,Who should strike of[f] their Capps;And make ’um stand bareBoth to Justice and Mayor,Till when ’twill nere be faire weather;For now the proud DevelHath brought forth this LevelNone Knows who and who is together.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.Now silence and listen[p. 122.]Thou shalt hear how they Christen:Mother Midnight comes outWith the Babe in a Clout,Tis Rachell you must know tis,Good friends all take notice,Tis a name from the Scripture arising.And thus the dry dipper(Twere a good deed to whip her)Makes a Christning without a Baptizing.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.Their wedlocks are many,But Marriages not any,For they and their dull Sows,Like the Bulls and the mull Cows,Do couple in brutify’d fashion:But still the Official,Declares that it is allMatrimoniall Fornication.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.Their Lands and their HousesW’ont fall to their Spouses:They cannot appoint herOne Turff for a Joynter.His son and his daughter,[p. 123.]Will repent it hereafter;For when the Estate is divided;For the Parents demeritSome Kinsman will inherit;Why then let them marry as I did.But since Mayor and Justice, &c.Now since these mad NationsDo cheat their relations,Pray what better hap thenCan we that are Chap men,Expect from their Canting,The sighing and panting?We are they use the house with a steeple,And then they may CozenAll us by the Dozen;For Israel may spoyle Pharaohs people.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.The Quaker who beforeDid rant and did roare;Great thrift will now tell yee on.But it tends to Rebellion:For his tipling being don,He hath bought him a gunWhich hee saves from his former vain spending.O be drunk agenQuaker,[p. 124.]Take thy Canniken and shake her,For thou art the worse for the mending.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.Then looke we about,And give them a Rout,Before they EncumberThe Land with their number:There can be no peace inThese Vermins encreasing;For tis plaine to all prudent beholders,That while we neglect,They do but expectA new head to their old mans Shoulders.Now since Mayor and JusticeAre assured that thus ’tis:To abate their encrease and redundanceLet us send them to WICKHAMFor there’s one will Kick ’umInto much better manners by abundance.

The Quaker and his Brats,

Are born with their Hats,

Which a point with two Taggs,

Ty’s fast to their Craggs,

Nor King nor Kesar,

To such Knaves as these are,

Do signifie more than a Tinker.

His rudeness and pride

So puffs up his hide

That He’s drunk though he be no drinker.

Chorus.Now since Mayor and JusticeAre assured that thus ’tisTo abate their encrease and redundanceLet us send them to WICKHAMFor there’s one will kick ’umInto much better manners by abundance.

Chorus.

Now since Mayor and Justice

Are assured that thus ’tis

To abate their encrease and redundance

Let us send them to WICKHAM

For there’s one will kick ’um

Into much better manners by abundance.

Once the Clown at his entry[p. 121.]Kist his golls to the Gentry:When the Lady took upon her,’Twas God save your Honor:But now Lord and Pesant,Do make but one messe on’tThen farewel distinction ’twixt Plowman and Knight.If the world be thus tostThe old Proverb is crost,For Joan’s as good as my Lady in th’ Light.

Once the Clown at his entry[p. 121.]

Kist his golls to the Gentry:

When the Lady took upon her,

’Twas God save your Honor:

But now Lord and Pesant,

Do make but one messe on’t

Then farewel distinction ’twixt Plowman and Knight.

If the world be thus tost

The old Proverb is crost,

For Joan’s as good as my Lady in th’ Light.

Chorus.Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

Chorus.

Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

’Tis the Gentry that Lulls ’umWhile the Quaker begulls ’um:They dandle ’um in their Lapps,Who should strike of[f] their Capps;And make ’um stand bareBoth to Justice and Mayor,Till when ’twill nere be faire weather;For now the proud DevelHath brought forth this LevelNone Knows who and who is together.

’Tis the Gentry that Lulls ’um

While the Quaker begulls ’um:

They dandle ’um in their Lapps,

Who should strike of[f] their Capps;

And make ’um stand bare

Both to Justice and Mayor,

Till when ’twill nere be faire weather;

For now the proud Devel

Hath brought forth this Level

None Knows who and who is together.

Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

Now silence and listen[p. 122.]Thou shalt hear how they Christen:Mother Midnight comes outWith the Babe in a Clout,Tis Rachell you must know tis,Good friends all take notice,Tis a name from the Scripture arising.And thus the dry dipper(Twere a good deed to whip her)Makes a Christning without a Baptizing.

Now silence and listen[p. 122.]

Thou shalt hear how they Christen:

Mother Midnight comes out

With the Babe in a Clout,

Tis Rachell you must know tis,

Good friends all take notice,

Tis a name from the Scripture arising.

And thus the dry dipper

(Twere a good deed to whip her)

Makes a Christning without a Baptizing.

Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

Their wedlocks are many,But Marriages not any,For they and their dull Sows,Like the Bulls and the mull Cows,Do couple in brutify’d fashion:But still the Official,Declares that it is allMatrimoniall Fornication.

Their wedlocks are many,

But Marriages not any,

For they and their dull Sows,

Like the Bulls and the mull Cows,

Do couple in brutify’d fashion:

But still the Official,

Declares that it is all

Matrimoniall Fornication.

Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

Their Lands and their HousesW’ont fall to their Spouses:They cannot appoint herOne Turff for a Joynter.His son and his daughter,[p. 123.]Will repent it hereafter;For when the Estate is divided;For the Parents demeritSome Kinsman will inherit;Why then let them marry as I did.

Their Lands and their Houses

W’ont fall to their Spouses:

They cannot appoint her

One Turff for a Joynter.

His son and his daughter,[p. 123.]

Will repent it hereafter;

For when the Estate is divided;

For the Parents demerit

Some Kinsman will inherit;

Why then let them marry as I did.

But since Mayor and Justice, &c.

Now since these mad NationsDo cheat their relations,Pray what better hap thenCan we that are Chap men,Expect from their Canting,The sighing and panting?We are they use the house with a steeple,And then they may CozenAll us by the Dozen;For Israel may spoyle Pharaohs people.

Now since these mad Nations

Do cheat their relations,

Pray what better hap then

Can we that are Chap men,

Expect from their Canting,

The sighing and panting?

We are they use the house with a steeple,

And then they may Cozen

All us by the Dozen;

For Israel may spoyle Pharaohs people.

Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

The Quaker who beforeDid rant and did roare;Great thrift will now tell yee on.But it tends to Rebellion:For his tipling being don,He hath bought him a gunWhich hee saves from his former vain spending.O be drunk agenQuaker,[p. 124.]Take thy Canniken and shake her,For thou art the worse for the mending.

The Quaker who before

Did rant and did roare;

Great thrift will now tell yee on.

But it tends to Rebellion:

For his tipling being don,

He hath bought him a gun

Which hee saves from his former vain spending.

O be drunk agenQuaker,[p. 124.]

Take thy Canniken and shake her,

For thou art the worse for the mending.

Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.

Then looke we about,And give them a Rout,Before they EncumberThe Land with their number:There can be no peace inThese Vermins encreasing;For tis plaine to all prudent beholders,That while we neglect,They do but expectA new head to their old mans Shoulders.

Then looke we about,

And give them a Rout,

Before they Encumber

The Land with their number:

There can be no peace in

These Vermins encreasing;

For tis plaine to all prudent beholders,

That while we neglect,

They do but expect

A new head to their old mans Shoulders.

Now since Mayor and JusticeAre assured that thus ’tis:To abate their encrease and redundanceLet us send them to WICKHAMFor there’s one will Kick ’umInto much better manners by abundance.

Now since Mayor and Justice

Are assured that thus ’tis:

To abate their encrease and redundance

Let us send them to WICKHAM

For there’s one will Kick ’um

Into much better manners by abundance.

[Here ends the 1674 edition; for account of which, and the 1661Merry Drollery, see our presentAppendix, PartsThirdandFourth.]

MERRYDROLLERY,OR,A COLLECTION

Intermixed with PleasantCatches.

The First Part.

Collected byW.N.C.B.R.S.J.G.Lovers of Wit.

[1s. 3d.]

LONDON,Printed byJ. W.forP. H.and are tobe Sold at theNew Exchange, Westminster-Hall,Fleet Street, andPaulsChurch-Yard. [May1661.]

[fol. 2.]

A Puritan of late,And eke a holy Sister,A Catechizing sate,And fain he would have kist herFor his Mate.But she a Babe of grace,A Child of reformation,Thought kissing a disgrace,A Limbe of prophanationIn that place.He swore by yea and nay[fol. 2b.]He would have no denial,The Spirit would it so,She should endure a tryalEre she go.Why swear you so, quoth she?Indeed, my holy Brother,You might have forsworn beHad it been to another[,]Not to me.He laid her on the ground,His Spirits fell a ferking,Her Zeal was in a sound,[i.e. swoon,]He edified her MerkinUpside down.And when their leave they took,And parted were asunder,My Muse did then awake,And I turn’d Ballad-mongerFor their sake.

A Puritan of late,And eke a holy Sister,A Catechizing sate,And fain he would have kist herFor his Mate.

A Puritan of late,

And eke a holy Sister,

A Catechizing sate,

And fain he would have kist her

For his Mate.

But she a Babe of grace,A Child of reformation,Thought kissing a disgrace,A Limbe of prophanationIn that place.

But she a Babe of grace,

A Child of reformation,

Thought kissing a disgrace,

A Limbe of prophanation

In that place.

He swore by yea and nay[fol. 2b.]He would have no denial,The Spirit would it so,She should endure a tryalEre she go.

He swore by yea and nay[fol. 2b.]

He would have no denial,

The Spirit would it so,

She should endure a tryal

Ere she go.

Why swear you so, quoth she?Indeed, my holy Brother,You might have forsworn beHad it been to another[,]Not to me.

Why swear you so, quoth she?

Indeed, my holy Brother,

You might have forsworn be

Had it been to another[,]

Not to me.

He laid her on the ground,His Spirits fell a ferking,Her Zeal was in a sound,[i.e. swoon,]He edified her MerkinUpside down.

He laid her on the ground,

His Spirits fell a ferking,

Her Zeal was in a sound,[i.e. swoon,]

He edified her Merkin

Upside down.

And when their leave they took,And parted were asunder,My Muse did then awake,And I turn’d Ballad-mongerFor their sake.

And when their leave they took,

And parted were asunder,

My Muse did then awake,

And I turn’d Ballad-monger

For their sake.

[page 11.]

I dreamt my Love lay in her bed,It was my chance to take her,Her arms and leggs abroad were spread,She slept, I durst not wake her;O pitty it were, that one so rareShould crown her head with willow:The Tresses of her golden hairDid crown her lovely Pillow.[al. lect., Did kisse]Me thought her belly was a hillMuch like a mount of pleasure,At foot thereof there springs a well,The depth no man can measure;About the pleasant Mountain headThere grows a lofty thicket,Whither two beagles travelledTo rouze a lively Pricket.They hunted him with chearful cryAbout that pleasant Mountain,Till he with heat was forc’d to flyAnd slip into that Fountain;The Dogs they follow’d to the brink,And there at him they baited:They plunged about and would not sink,[p. 12.]His coming out they waited.Then forth he came as one half lame,All very faint and tired,Betwixt her legs he hung his head,As heavy heart desired;My dogs then being refresht again,And she of sleep bereaved,She dreamt she had me in her arms,And she was not deceived.

I dreamt my Love lay in her bed,

It was my chance to take her,

Her arms and leggs abroad were spread,

She slept, I durst not wake her;

O pitty it were, that one so rare

Should crown her head with willow:

The Tresses of her golden hair

Did crown her lovely Pillow.[al. lect., Did kisse]

Me thought her belly was a hillMuch like a mount of pleasure,At foot thereof there springs a well,The depth no man can measure;About the pleasant Mountain headThere grows a lofty thicket,Whither two beagles travelledTo rouze a lively Pricket.

Me thought her belly was a hill

Much like a mount of pleasure,

At foot thereof there springs a well,

The depth no man can measure;

About the pleasant Mountain head

There grows a lofty thicket,

Whither two beagles travelled

To rouze a lively Pricket.

They hunted him with chearful cryAbout that pleasant Mountain,Till he with heat was forc’d to flyAnd slip into that Fountain;The Dogs they follow’d to the brink,And there at him they baited:They plunged about and would not sink,[p. 12.]His coming out they waited.

They hunted him with chearful cry

About that pleasant Mountain,

Till he with heat was forc’d to fly

And slip into that Fountain;

The Dogs they follow’d to the brink,

And there at him they baited:

They plunged about and would not sink,[p. 12.]

His coming out they waited.

Then forth he came as one half lame,All very faint and tired,Betwixt her legs he hung his head,As heavy heart desired;My dogs then being refresht again,And she of sleep bereaved,She dreamt she had me in her arms,And she was not deceived.

Then forth he came as one half lame,

All very faint and tired,

Betwixt her legs he hung his head,

As heavy heart desired;

My dogs then being refresht again,

And she of sleep bereaved,

She dreamt she had me in her arms,

And she was not deceived.

NowLambert’ssunk, and valiant M——[Monk]Does ape his GeneralCromwel,AndArthur’sCourt, cause time is short,Does rage like devils from hell;Let’s mark the fate and course of State,Who rises when t’other is sinking,And believe when this is past’Twill be our turn at lastTo bring the Good Old Cause by drinking.First, red nos’dNolhe swallowed all,His colour shew’d he lov’d it:ButDickhis Son, as he were none,Gav’t off, and hath reprov’d it;But that his foes made bridge of’s nose,And cry’d him down for a Protector,Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to ruleAnd not drink and fight likeHector.The Grecian lad he drank like mad,[p. 13.]Minding no work above it;AndSans questionkill’dEphestionBecause he’d not approve it;He got command where God had land,And like aMaudlinYonker,When he tippled all and wept, he laid him down to sleep,Having no more Worlds to conquer.Rump-Parliament would needs inventAn Oath of abjuration,But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion:Then here’s a boul with heart and soulToCharles, and let all say Amen to ’t;Though they brought the Father downFrom a triple Kingdom Crown,We’ll drink the Son up again to ’t.

NowLambert’ssunk, and valiant M——[Monk]

Does ape his GeneralCromwel,

AndArthur’sCourt, cause time is short,

Does rage like devils from hell;

Let’s mark the fate and course of State,

Who rises when t’other is sinking,

And believe when this is past

’Twill be our turn at last

To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking.

First, red nos’dNolhe swallowed all,His colour shew’d he lov’d it:ButDickhis Son, as he were none,Gav’t off, and hath reprov’d it;But that his foes made bridge of’s nose,And cry’d him down for a Protector,Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to ruleAnd not drink and fight likeHector.

First, red nos’dNolhe swallowed all,

His colour shew’d he lov’d it:

ButDickhis Son, as he were none,

Gav’t off, and hath reprov’d it;

But that his foes made bridge of’s nose,

And cry’d him down for a Protector,

Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to rule

And not drink and fight likeHector.

The Grecian lad he drank like mad,[p. 13.]Minding no work above it;AndSans questionkill’dEphestionBecause he’d not approve it;He got command where God had land,And like aMaudlinYonker,When he tippled all and wept, he laid him down to sleep,Having no more Worlds to conquer.

The Grecian lad he drank like mad,[p. 13.]

Minding no work above it;

AndSans questionkill’dEphestion

Because he’d not approve it;

He got command where God had land,

And like aMaudlinYonker,

When he tippled all and wept, he laid him down to sleep,

Having no more Worlds to conquer.

Rump-Parliament would needs inventAn Oath of abjuration,But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion:Then here’s a boul with heart and soulToCharles, and let all say Amen to ’t;Though they brought the Father downFrom a triple Kingdom Crown,We’ll drink the Son up again to ’t.

Rump-Parliament would needs invent

An Oath of abjuration,

But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion:

Then here’s a boul with heart and soul

ToCharles, and let all say Amen to ’t;

Though they brought the Father down

From a triple Kingdom Crown,

We’ll drink the Son up again to ’t.

[p. 14.]

Riding toLondon, onDunstablewayI met with a Maid onMidsummerday,Her Eyes they did sparkle like Stars in the sky,Her face it was fair, and her forehead was high:The more I came to her, the more I did view her,The better I lik’d her pretty sweet face,[p. 15.]I could not forbear her, but still I drew near her,And then I began to tell her my case:Whither walk’st thou, my pretty sweet soul?She modestly answer’d toHockley-i’th’-hole.I ask’d her her business; she had a red cheek,She told me, she went a poor service to seek;I said, it was pitty she should leave the City,And settle her self in a Country Town;She said it was certain it was her hard fortuneTo go up a maiden, and so to come down.With that I alighted, and to her I stept,I took her by th’ hand, and this pretty maid wept;Sweet[,] weep not, quoth I: I kist her soft lip;I wrung her by th’ hand, and my finger she nipt;So long there I woo’d her, such reasons I shew’d her,That she my speeches could not controul,But cursied finely, and got up behind me,And back she rode with me toHockley-i’-th’-hole.When I came toHockleyat the sign of the Cock,By [a]lighting I chanced to see her white smock,It lay so alluring upon her round knee,I call’d for a Chamber immediately;I hugg’d her, I tugg’d her, I kist her, I smugg’d her,And gently I laid her down on a bed,With nodding and pinking, with sighing & winking,She told me a tale of her Maidenhead.While she to me this story did tell,I could not forbear, but on her I fell;I tasted the pleasure of sweetest delight,[p. 16.]We took up our lodging, and lay there all night;With soft arms she roul’d me, and oft times told me,She loved me deerly, even as her own soul:But on the next morrow we parted with sorrow,And so I lay with her atHockley-i’th’-hole.

Riding toLondon, onDunstableway

I met with a Maid onMidsummerday,

Her Eyes they did sparkle like Stars in the sky,

Her face it was fair, and her forehead was high:

The more I came to her, the more I did view her,

The better I lik’d her pretty sweet face,[p. 15.]

I could not forbear her, but still I drew near her,

And then I began to tell her my case:

Whither walk’st thou, my pretty sweet soul?She modestly answer’d toHockley-i’th’-hole.I ask’d her her business; she had a red cheek,She told me, she went a poor service to seek;I said, it was pitty she should leave the City,And settle her self in a Country Town;She said it was certain it was her hard fortuneTo go up a maiden, and so to come down.

Whither walk’st thou, my pretty sweet soul?

She modestly answer’d toHockley-i’th’-hole.

I ask’d her her business; she had a red cheek,

She told me, she went a poor service to seek;

I said, it was pitty she should leave the City,

And settle her self in a Country Town;

She said it was certain it was her hard fortune

To go up a maiden, and so to come down.

With that I alighted, and to her I stept,I took her by th’ hand, and this pretty maid wept;Sweet[,] weep not, quoth I: I kist her soft lip;I wrung her by th’ hand, and my finger she nipt;So long there I woo’d her, such reasons I shew’d her,That she my speeches could not controul,But cursied finely, and got up behind me,And back she rode with me toHockley-i’-th’-hole.

With that I alighted, and to her I stept,

I took her by th’ hand, and this pretty maid wept;

Sweet[,] weep not, quoth I: I kist her soft lip;

I wrung her by th’ hand, and my finger she nipt;

So long there I woo’d her, such reasons I shew’d her,

That she my speeches could not controul,

But cursied finely, and got up behind me,

And back she rode with me toHockley-i’-th’-hole.

When I came toHockleyat the sign of the Cock,By [a]lighting I chanced to see her white smock,It lay so alluring upon her round knee,I call’d for a Chamber immediately;I hugg’d her, I tugg’d her, I kist her, I smugg’d her,And gently I laid her down on a bed,With nodding and pinking, with sighing & winking,She told me a tale of her Maidenhead.

When I came toHockleyat the sign of the Cock,

By [a]lighting I chanced to see her white smock,

It lay so alluring upon her round knee,

I call’d for a Chamber immediately;

I hugg’d her, I tugg’d her, I kist her, I smugg’d her,

And gently I laid her down on a bed,

With nodding and pinking, with sighing & winking,

She told me a tale of her Maidenhead.

While she to me this story did tell,I could not forbear, but on her I fell;I tasted the pleasure of sweetest delight,[p. 16.]We took up our lodging, and lay there all night;With soft arms she roul’d me, and oft times told me,She loved me deerly, even as her own soul:But on the next morrow we parted with sorrow,And so I lay with her atHockley-i’th’-hole.

While she to me this story did tell,

I could not forbear, but on her I fell;

I tasted the pleasure of sweetest delight,[p. 16.]

We took up our lodging, and lay there all night;

With soft arms she roul’d me, and oft times told me,

She loved me deerly, even as her own soul:

But on the next morrow we parted with sorrow,

And so I lay with her atHockley-i’th’-hole.

[p. 27.]

A Young man of late, that lackt a mate,And courting came unto her,With Cap, and Kiss, and sweet Mistris,But little could he do her;Quoth she, my friend, let kissing end,Where with you do me smother,And run at Ring with t’other thing:A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.Too much of ought is good for nought,Then leave this idle kissing;Your barren suit will yield no fruitIf the other thing be missing:As much as this a man may kissHis sister or his mother;He that will speed must give with needA little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.Who bids a Guest unto a feast,To sit by divers dishes,They please their mind untill they findChange, please each Creatures wishes;With beak and bill I have my fill,With measure running over;The Lovers dish now do I wish,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.To gull me thus, likeTantalus,To make me pine with plenty,With shadows store, and nothing more,[p. 28.]Your substance is so dainty;A fruitless tree is like to thee,Being but a kissing lover,With leaves joyn fruit, or else be mute;A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.Sharp joyn’d with flat, no mirth to that;A low note and a higher,Where Mean and Base keeps time and place,Such musick maids desire:All of one string doth loathing bring,Change, is true Musicks Mother,Then leave my face, and sound the base,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.The golden mine lies just between[? golden mean]The high way and the lower;He that wants wit that way to hitAlas[!] hath little power;You’l miss the clout if that you shootMuch higher, or much lower:Shoot just between, your arrows keen,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.No smoake desire without a fire,No wax without a Writing:If right you deal give Deeds to Seal,And straight fall to inditing;Thus do I take these lines I make,As to a faithful Lover,In order he’ll first write, then seal,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.Thus while she staid the young man plaid[p. 29.]Not high, but low defending;[? descending;]Each stroak he strook so well she took,She swore it was past mending;Let swaggering boys that think by toyesTheir Lovers to fetch over,Lip-labour save, for the maids must haveA little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

A Young man of late, that lackt a mate,

And courting came unto her,

With Cap, and Kiss, and sweet Mistris,

But little could he do her;

Quoth she, my friend, let kissing end,

Where with you do me smother,

And run at Ring with t’other thing:

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Too much of ought is good for nought,Then leave this idle kissing;Your barren suit will yield no fruitIf the other thing be missing:As much as this a man may kissHis sister or his mother;He that will speed must give with needA little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Too much of ought is good for nought,

Then leave this idle kissing;

Your barren suit will yield no fruit

If the other thing be missing:

As much as this a man may kiss

His sister or his mother;

He that will speed must give with need

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Who bids a Guest unto a feast,To sit by divers dishes,They please their mind untill they findChange, please each Creatures wishes;With beak and bill I have my fill,With measure running over;The Lovers dish now do I wish,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Who bids a Guest unto a feast,

To sit by divers dishes,

They please their mind untill they find

Change, please each Creatures wishes;

With beak and bill I have my fill,

With measure running over;

The Lovers dish now do I wish,

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

To gull me thus, likeTantalus,To make me pine with plenty,With shadows store, and nothing more,[p. 28.]Your substance is so dainty;A fruitless tree is like to thee,Being but a kissing lover,With leaves joyn fruit, or else be mute;A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

To gull me thus, likeTantalus,

To make me pine with plenty,

With shadows store, and nothing more,[p. 28.]

Your substance is so dainty;

A fruitless tree is like to thee,

Being but a kissing lover,

With leaves joyn fruit, or else be mute;

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Sharp joyn’d with flat, no mirth to that;A low note and a higher,Where Mean and Base keeps time and place,Such musick maids desire:All of one string doth loathing bring,Change, is true Musicks Mother,Then leave my face, and sound the base,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Sharp joyn’d with flat, no mirth to that;

A low note and a higher,

Where Mean and Base keeps time and place,

Such musick maids desire:

All of one string doth loathing bring,

Change, is true Musicks Mother,

Then leave my face, and sound the base,

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

The golden mine lies just between[? golden mean]The high way and the lower;He that wants wit that way to hitAlas[!] hath little power;You’l miss the clout if that you shootMuch higher, or much lower:Shoot just between, your arrows keen,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

The golden mine lies just between[? golden mean]

The high way and the lower;

He that wants wit that way to hit

Alas[!] hath little power;

You’l miss the clout if that you shoot

Much higher, or much lower:

Shoot just between, your arrows keen,

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

No smoake desire without a fire,No wax without a Writing:If right you deal give Deeds to Seal,And straight fall to inditing;Thus do I take these lines I make,As to a faithful Lover,In order he’ll first write, then seal,A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

No smoake desire without a fire,

No wax without a Writing:

If right you deal give Deeds to Seal,

And straight fall to inditing;

Thus do I take these lines I make,

As to a faithful Lover,

In order he’ll first write, then seal,

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Thus while she staid the young man plaid[p. 29.]Not high, but low defending;[? descending;]Each stroak he strook so well she took,She swore it was past mending;Let swaggering boys that think by toyesTheir Lovers to fetch over,Lip-labour save, for the maids must haveA little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

Thus while she staid the young man plaid[p. 29.]

Not high, but low defending;[? descending;]

Each stroak he strook so well she took,

She swore it was past mending;

Let swaggering boys that think by toyes

Their Lovers to fetch over,

Lip-labour save, for the maids must have

A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.

[p. 32.]

A Young man walking all aloneAbroad to take the air,It was his chance to meet a maidOf beauty passing fair:Desiring her of curtesieDown by him for to sit;She answered him most modestly,O nay, O nay not yet.Forty Crowns I will give thee,Sweet heart, in good red Gold,If that thy favour I may winWith thee for to be bold:She answered him with modesty,And with a fervent wit,Think’st thou I’ll stain my honesty?O nay, O nay not yet.Gold and silver is but dross,[p. 33.]And worldly vanity;There’s nothing I esteem so muchAs my Virginity;What do you think I am so loose,[al. lect., mad]And of so little wit,As for to lose my maidenhead?O nay, O nay not yet.Although our Sex be counted base,And easie to be won,You see that I can find a checkDame Natures Games to shun;Except it be in modesty,That may become me fit,Think’st I am weary of my honesty?O nay, O nay not yet.The young man stood in such a dump,Not giving no more words,He gave her that in quietnessWhich love to maids affords:The maid was ta’n as in a trance,And such a sudden fit,As she had almost quite forgotHer nay, O nay not yet.The way to win a womans loveIs only to be brief,And give her that in quietnessWill ease her of her grief:For kindness they will not refuseWhen young men proffer it,Although their common speeches beO nay, O nay not yet.

A Young man walking all alone

Abroad to take the air,

It was his chance to meet a maid

Of beauty passing fair:

Desiring her of curtesie

Down by him for to sit;

She answered him most modestly,

O nay, O nay not yet.

Forty Crowns I will give thee,Sweet heart, in good red Gold,If that thy favour I may winWith thee for to be bold:She answered him with modesty,And with a fervent wit,Think’st thou I’ll stain my honesty?O nay, O nay not yet.

Forty Crowns I will give thee,

Sweet heart, in good red Gold,

If that thy favour I may win

With thee for to be bold:

She answered him with modesty,

And with a fervent wit,

Think’st thou I’ll stain my honesty?

O nay, O nay not yet.

Gold and silver is but dross,[p. 33.]And worldly vanity;There’s nothing I esteem so muchAs my Virginity;What do you think I am so loose,[al. lect., mad]And of so little wit,As for to lose my maidenhead?O nay, O nay not yet.

Gold and silver is but dross,[p. 33.]

And worldly vanity;

There’s nothing I esteem so much

As my Virginity;

What do you think I am so loose,[al. lect., mad]

And of so little wit,

As for to lose my maidenhead?

O nay, O nay not yet.

Although our Sex be counted base,And easie to be won,You see that I can find a checkDame Natures Games to shun;Except it be in modesty,That may become me fit,Think’st I am weary of my honesty?O nay, O nay not yet.

Although our Sex be counted base,

And easie to be won,

You see that I can find a check

Dame Natures Games to shun;

Except it be in modesty,

That may become me fit,

Think’st I am weary of my honesty?

O nay, O nay not yet.

The young man stood in such a dump,Not giving no more words,He gave her that in quietnessWhich love to maids affords:The maid was ta’n as in a trance,And such a sudden fit,As she had almost quite forgotHer nay, O nay not yet.

The young man stood in such a dump,

Not giving no more words,

He gave her that in quietness

Which love to maids affords:

The maid was ta’n as in a trance,

And such a sudden fit,

As she had almost quite forgot

Her nay, O nay not yet.

The way to win a womans loveIs only to be brief,And give her that in quietnessWill ease her of her grief:For kindness they will not refuseWhen young men proffer it,Although their common speeches beO nay, O nay not yet.

The way to win a womans love

Is only to be brief,

And give her that in quietness

Will ease her of her grief:

For kindness they will not refuse

When young men proffer it,

Although their common speeches be

O nay, O nay not yet.

[p. 56.]

1.Nick Culpepper, andWilliam Lilly,Though you were pleas’d to say they were silly,Yet something these prophesi’d true, I tell you,[? ye,]Which no body can deny.2.In the month ofMay, I tell you truly,Which neither was inJunenorJuly,The Dutch began to be unruly,Which no body can deny.3.Betwixt ourEnglandand theirHolland,Which neither was inFrancenorPoland,But on the Sea, where there was no Land,Which no body can deny.4.They joyn’d the Dutch, and the English Fleet,[In] Our Authors opinion then they did meet,Some saw’t that never more shall see’t,Which no body can deny.5.There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead,[p. 57.]Yet would not believeDick Deanto be dead,Till they saw his Body take leave of his head,Which no body can deny.6.Then after the sad departure of him,There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim,And many were drown’d ’cause they could not swim,Which no body can deny.7.One cries, lend me thy hand[,] good friend,Although he knew it was to no end,I think, quoth he, I am going to the Fiend,Which no body can deny.8.Some, ’twas reported, were kill’d with a Gun,And some stood that knew not whether to run,There was old taking leave of Father and Son,Which no body can deny.9.There’s a rumour also, if we may believe,We have many gay Widdows now given to grieve,’Cause unmannerly Husbands ne’er came to take leave,Which no body can deny.10.The Ditty is sad of ourDeaneto sing;To say truth, it was a pittiful thingTo take off his head and not leave him a ring,Which no body can deny.11.FromGreenwichtoward the Bear at Bridge footHe was wafted with wind that had water to’t,But I think they brought the devil to boot,Which no body can deny.12.The heads onLondonBridge upon Poles,[p. 58.]That once had bodies, and honester soulesThan hath the Master of the Roules,Which no body can deny,13.They grieved for this great man of command,Yet would not his head amongst theirs should stand;He dy’d on the Water, and they on the Land,Which no body can deny.14.I cannot say, they look’d wisely upon him,Because people cursed that parcel was on him;He has fed fish and worms, if they do not wrong him,Which no body can deny.15.The Old Swan, as he passed by,Said, she would sing him a dirge, and lye down & die:Wilt thou sing to a bit of a body, quoth I?Which no body can deny.16.The Globe on the bank, I mean, on the Ferry,Where Gentle and simple might come & be merry,Admired at the change from a Ship to a Wherry,Which no body can deny.17.Tom GodfreysBears began for to roare,Hearing such moans one side of the shore,They knew they should never seeDeanany more,Which no body can deny.18.Queenhithe,Pauls-Wharf, and the Fryers also,Where now the Players have little to do,Let him pass without any tokens of woe,Which no body can deny.19.[p. 59.]Quoth th’ Students o’th’ Temple, I know not their names,Looking out of their Chambers into the Thames,The Barge fits him better than did the greatJames,Which no body can deny.20.EssexHouse, late called Cuckold’s Hall,The Folk in the Garden staring over the wall,Said, they knew that oncePridewould have a fall,Which no body can deny.21.At Strand Gate, a little farther then,Were mighty Guns numbred to sixty and ten,Which neither hurt Children, Women, nor Men,Which no body can deny.22.They were shot over times one, two, three, or four,’Tis thought one might ’heard th’ bounce to th’ Tower,Folk report, the din made the Buttermilk sower,Which no body can deny.23.Had old GoodmanLenthalorAllenbut heard ’um,The noise worse thanOliversvoice would ’fear’d ’um,And out of their small wits would have scar’d ’um.Which no body can deny.24.Sommerset House, where once did the Queen lye,And afterwardsIretonin black, and not green, by,The Canon clattered the Windows really,Which no body can deny.25.TheSavoysmortified spittled Crew,If I lye, asFalstaffesaies, I am a Jew,Gave the Hearse such a look it would make a man spew,Which no body can deny.26.The House of S—— that Fool and Knave,[p. 60.]Had so much wit left lamentation to saveFrom accompanying a traytorly Rogue to his grave,Which no body can deny.27.The Exchange, and the ruines ofDurhamHouse eke,Wish’d such sights might be seen each day i’ th’ week,A Generals Carkass without a Cheek,Which no body can deny.28.The House that lately GreatBuckinghamswas,Which now SirThomas Fairfaxhas,Wish’d it might be SirThomas’sfate so to pass,Which no body can deny.29.HowardsHouse,Suffolksgreat Duke of Yore,Sent him one single sad wish, and no more,He might flote byWhitehallin purple gore,Which no body can deny.30.Something I should ofWhitehallsay,But the Story is so sad, and so bad, by my fay,That it turns my wits another way,Which no body can deny.31.ToWestminster, to the Bridge of the Kings,The water the Barge, and the Barge-men[,] bringsThe small remain of the worst of things,Which no body can deny.32.They interr’d him in triumph, likeLewisthe eleven,In the famous Chappel ofHenrythe seven,But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven,Which no body can deny.

1.Nick Culpepper, andWilliam Lilly,Though you were pleas’d to say they were silly,Yet something these prophesi’d true, I tell you,[? ye,]Which no body can deny.

Nick Culpepper, andWilliam Lilly,

Though you were pleas’d to say they were silly,

Yet something these prophesi’d true, I tell you,[? ye,]

Which no body can deny.

2.In the month ofMay, I tell you truly,Which neither was inJunenorJuly,The Dutch began to be unruly,Which no body can deny.

In the month ofMay, I tell you truly,

Which neither was inJunenorJuly,

The Dutch began to be unruly,

Which no body can deny.

3.Betwixt ourEnglandand theirHolland,Which neither was inFrancenorPoland,But on the Sea, where there was no Land,Which no body can deny.

Betwixt ourEnglandand theirHolland,

Which neither was inFrancenorPoland,

But on the Sea, where there was no Land,

Which no body can deny.

4.They joyn’d the Dutch, and the English Fleet,[In] Our Authors opinion then they did meet,Some saw’t that never more shall see’t,Which no body can deny.

They joyn’d the Dutch, and the English Fleet,

[In] Our Authors opinion then they did meet,

Some saw’t that never more shall see’t,

Which no body can deny.

5.There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead,[p. 57.]Yet would not believeDick Deanto be dead,Till they saw his Body take leave of his head,Which no body can deny.

There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead,[p. 57.]

Yet would not believeDick Deanto be dead,

Till they saw his Body take leave of his head,

Which no body can deny.

6.Then after the sad departure of him,There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim,And many were drown’d ’cause they could not swim,Which no body can deny.

Then after the sad departure of him,

There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim,

And many were drown’d ’cause they could not swim,

Which no body can deny.

7.One cries, lend me thy hand[,] good friend,Although he knew it was to no end,I think, quoth he, I am going to the Fiend,Which no body can deny.

One cries, lend me thy hand[,] good friend,

Although he knew it was to no end,

I think, quoth he, I am going to the Fiend,

Which no body can deny.

8.Some, ’twas reported, were kill’d with a Gun,And some stood that knew not whether to run,There was old taking leave of Father and Son,Which no body can deny.

Some, ’twas reported, were kill’d with a Gun,

And some stood that knew not whether to run,

There was old taking leave of Father and Son,

Which no body can deny.

9.There’s a rumour also, if we may believe,We have many gay Widdows now given to grieve,’Cause unmannerly Husbands ne’er came to take leave,Which no body can deny.

There’s a rumour also, if we may believe,

We have many gay Widdows now given to grieve,

’Cause unmannerly Husbands ne’er came to take leave,

Which no body can deny.

10.The Ditty is sad of ourDeaneto sing;To say truth, it was a pittiful thingTo take off his head and not leave him a ring,Which no body can deny.

10.

The Ditty is sad of ourDeaneto sing;

To say truth, it was a pittiful thing

To take off his head and not leave him a ring,

Which no body can deny.

11.FromGreenwichtoward the Bear at Bridge footHe was wafted with wind that had water to’t,But I think they brought the devil to boot,Which no body can deny.

11.

FromGreenwichtoward the Bear at Bridge foot

He was wafted with wind that had water to’t,

But I think they brought the devil to boot,

Which no body can deny.

12.The heads onLondonBridge upon Poles,[p. 58.]That once had bodies, and honester soulesThan hath the Master of the Roules,Which no body can deny,

12.

The heads onLondonBridge upon Poles,[p. 58.]

That once had bodies, and honester soules

Than hath the Master of the Roules,

Which no body can deny,

13.They grieved for this great man of command,Yet would not his head amongst theirs should stand;He dy’d on the Water, and they on the Land,Which no body can deny.

13.

They grieved for this great man of command,

Yet would not his head amongst theirs should stand;

He dy’d on the Water, and they on the Land,

Which no body can deny.

14.I cannot say, they look’d wisely upon him,Because people cursed that parcel was on him;He has fed fish and worms, if they do not wrong him,Which no body can deny.

14.

I cannot say, they look’d wisely upon him,

Because people cursed that parcel was on him;

He has fed fish and worms, if they do not wrong him,

Which no body can deny.

15.The Old Swan, as he passed by,Said, she would sing him a dirge, and lye down & die:Wilt thou sing to a bit of a body, quoth I?Which no body can deny.

15.

The Old Swan, as he passed by,

Said, she would sing him a dirge, and lye down & die:

Wilt thou sing to a bit of a body, quoth I?

Which no body can deny.

16.The Globe on the bank, I mean, on the Ferry,Where Gentle and simple might come & be merry,Admired at the change from a Ship to a Wherry,Which no body can deny.

16.

The Globe on the bank, I mean, on the Ferry,

Where Gentle and simple might come & be merry,

Admired at the change from a Ship to a Wherry,

Which no body can deny.

17.Tom GodfreysBears began for to roare,Hearing such moans one side of the shore,They knew they should never seeDeanany more,Which no body can deny.

17.

Tom GodfreysBears began for to roare,

Hearing such moans one side of the shore,

They knew they should never seeDeanany more,

Which no body can deny.

18.Queenhithe,Pauls-Wharf, and the Fryers also,Where now the Players have little to do,Let him pass without any tokens of woe,Which no body can deny.

18.

Queenhithe,Pauls-Wharf, and the Fryers also,

Where now the Players have little to do,

Let him pass without any tokens of woe,

Which no body can deny.

19.[p. 59.]Quoth th’ Students o’th’ Temple, I know not their names,Looking out of their Chambers into the Thames,The Barge fits him better than did the greatJames,Which no body can deny.

19.[p. 59.]

Quoth th’ Students o’th’ Temple, I know not their names,

Looking out of their Chambers into the Thames,

The Barge fits him better than did the greatJames,

Which no body can deny.

20.EssexHouse, late called Cuckold’s Hall,The Folk in the Garden staring over the wall,Said, they knew that oncePridewould have a fall,Which no body can deny.

20.

EssexHouse, late called Cuckold’s Hall,

The Folk in the Garden staring over the wall,

Said, they knew that oncePridewould have a fall,

Which no body can deny.

21.At Strand Gate, a little farther then,Were mighty Guns numbred to sixty and ten,Which neither hurt Children, Women, nor Men,Which no body can deny.

21.

At Strand Gate, a little farther then,

Were mighty Guns numbred to sixty and ten,

Which neither hurt Children, Women, nor Men,

Which no body can deny.

22.They were shot over times one, two, three, or four,’Tis thought one might ’heard th’ bounce to th’ Tower,Folk report, the din made the Buttermilk sower,Which no body can deny.

22.

They were shot over times one, two, three, or four,

’Tis thought one might ’heard th’ bounce to th’ Tower,

Folk report, the din made the Buttermilk sower,

Which no body can deny.

23.Had old GoodmanLenthalorAllenbut heard ’um,The noise worse thanOliversvoice would ’fear’d ’um,And out of their small wits would have scar’d ’um.Which no body can deny.

23.

Had old GoodmanLenthalorAllenbut heard ’um,

The noise worse thanOliversvoice would ’fear’d ’um,

And out of their small wits would have scar’d ’um.

Which no body can deny.

24.Sommerset House, where once did the Queen lye,And afterwardsIretonin black, and not green, by,The Canon clattered the Windows really,Which no body can deny.

24.

Sommerset House, where once did the Queen lye,

And afterwardsIretonin black, and not green, by,

The Canon clattered the Windows really,

Which no body can deny.

25.TheSavoysmortified spittled Crew,If I lye, asFalstaffesaies, I am a Jew,Gave the Hearse such a look it would make a man spew,Which no body can deny.

25.

TheSavoysmortified spittled Crew,

If I lye, asFalstaffesaies, I am a Jew,

Gave the Hearse such a look it would make a man spew,

Which no body can deny.

26.The House of S—— that Fool and Knave,[p. 60.]Had so much wit left lamentation to saveFrom accompanying a traytorly Rogue to his grave,Which no body can deny.

26.

The House of S—— that Fool and Knave,[p. 60.]

Had so much wit left lamentation to save

From accompanying a traytorly Rogue to his grave,

Which no body can deny.

27.The Exchange, and the ruines ofDurhamHouse eke,Wish’d such sights might be seen each day i’ th’ week,A Generals Carkass without a Cheek,Which no body can deny.

27.

The Exchange, and the ruines ofDurhamHouse eke,

Wish’d such sights might be seen each day i’ th’ week,

A Generals Carkass without a Cheek,

Which no body can deny.

28.The House that lately GreatBuckinghamswas,Which now SirThomas Fairfaxhas,Wish’d it might be SirThomas’sfate so to pass,Which no body can deny.

28.

The House that lately GreatBuckinghamswas,

Which now SirThomas Fairfaxhas,

Wish’d it might be SirThomas’sfate so to pass,

Which no body can deny.

29.HowardsHouse,Suffolksgreat Duke of Yore,Sent him one single sad wish, and no more,He might flote byWhitehallin purple gore,Which no body can deny.

29.

HowardsHouse,Suffolksgreat Duke of Yore,

Sent him one single sad wish, and no more,

He might flote byWhitehallin purple gore,

Which no body can deny.

30.Something I should ofWhitehallsay,But the Story is so sad, and so bad, by my fay,That it turns my wits another way,Which no body can deny.

30.

Something I should ofWhitehallsay,

But the Story is so sad, and so bad, by my fay,

That it turns my wits another way,

Which no body can deny.

31.ToWestminster, to the Bridge of the Kings,The water the Barge, and the Barge-men[,] bringsThe small remain of the worst of things,Which no body can deny.

31.

ToWestminster, to the Bridge of the Kings,

The water the Barge, and the Barge-men[,] brings

The small remain of the worst of things,

Which no body can deny.

32.They interr’d him in triumph, likeLewisthe eleven,In the famous Chappel ofHenrythe seven,But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven,Which no body can deny.

32.

They interr’d him in triumph, likeLewisthe eleven,

In the famous Chappel ofHenrythe seven,

But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven,

Which no body can deny.

[p. 64.]

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