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LERINDAcomplaineth thatStrephonis dull,And that nothing diverting proceeds from his Skull;But when onceLerindavouchsafes to be kind,To her long Admirer she'll then quickly find:Such strange alteration as will her confute,ThatStrephon'stransported, thatStrephon'stransported,ThatStrephon'stransported and grown more acute.

LERINDAcomplaineth thatStrephonis dull,

And that nothing diverting proceeds from his Skull;

But when onceLerindavouchsafes to be kind,

To her long Admirer she'll then quickly find:

Such strange alteration as will her confute,

ThatStrephon'stransported, thatStrephon'stransported,

ThatStrephon'stransported and grown more acute.

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OVERthe Mountains,And over the Waves;Over the Fountains,And under the Graves:Over Rocks which are steepest,Which doNeptuneobey;Over Floods which are the deepest,Love will find out the way.Where there is no place,For the Glow-worm to lie:Where there is no space,For receipt of a Flye:Where the Gnat she dares not venture,Lest her self fast she lay:But if Love come he will enter,And will find out the way.You may esteem himA Child by his force;Or you may deem himA Coward, which is worse:But if he whom Love doth Honour,Be conceal'd from the Day;Set a Thousand Guards upon himLove will find out the way.Some think to lose him,Which is too unkind;And some do suppose him,Poor Heart to be Blind:But if ne'er so close you wall him,Do the best that you may;Blind Love, if so you call him,Will find out the way.Well may the EagleStoop down to the Fist;Or you may inveagle,The Phenix of the East:With Tears the Tyger's moved,To give over his Prey;But never stop a Lover,He will post on his way.FromDovertoBarwick,And Nations thro'out;BraveGuyofWarwick,That Champion stout:With his Warlike behaviour,Thro' the World he did stray;To win hisPhillis'sFavour,Love will find out the way.In order next enters,Bevisso brave;After Adventures,And Policy grave:To see whom he desired,HisJosianso gay,For whom his Heart was fired,Love found out the way.

OVERthe Mountains,And over the Waves;Over the Fountains,And under the Graves:Over Rocks which are steepest,Which doNeptuneobey;Over Floods which are the deepest,Love will find out the way.

OVERthe Mountains,

And over the Waves;

Over the Fountains,

And under the Graves:

Over Rocks which are steepest,

Which doNeptuneobey;

Over Floods which are the deepest,

Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place,For the Glow-worm to lie:Where there is no space,For receipt of a Flye:Where the Gnat she dares not venture,Lest her self fast she lay:But if Love come he will enter,And will find out the way.

Where there is no place,

For the Glow-worm to lie:

Where there is no space,

For receipt of a Flye:

Where the Gnat she dares not venture,

Lest her self fast she lay:

But if Love come he will enter,

And will find out the way.

You may esteem himA Child by his force;Or you may deem himA Coward, which is worse:But if he whom Love doth Honour,Be conceal'd from the Day;Set a Thousand Guards upon himLove will find out the way.

You may esteem him

A Child by his force;

Or you may deem him

A Coward, which is worse:

But if he whom Love doth Honour,

Be conceal'd from the Day;

Set a Thousand Guards upon him

Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him,Which is too unkind;And some do suppose him,Poor Heart to be Blind:But if ne'er so close you wall him,Do the best that you may;Blind Love, if so you call him,Will find out the way.

Some think to lose him,

Which is too unkind;

And some do suppose him,

Poor Heart to be Blind:

But if ne'er so close you wall him,

Do the best that you may;

Blind Love, if so you call him,

Will find out the way.

Well may the EagleStoop down to the Fist;Or you may inveagle,The Phenix of the East:With Tears the Tyger's moved,To give over his Prey;But never stop a Lover,He will post on his way.

Well may the Eagle

Stoop down to the Fist;

Or you may inveagle,

The Phenix of the East:

With Tears the Tyger's moved,

To give over his Prey;

But never stop a Lover,

He will post on his way.

FromDovertoBarwick,And Nations thro'out;BraveGuyofWarwick,That Champion stout:With his Warlike behaviour,Thro' the World he did stray;To win hisPhillis'sFavour,Love will find out the way.

FromDovertoBarwick,

And Nations thro'out;

BraveGuyofWarwick,

That Champion stout:

With his Warlike behaviour,

Thro' the World he did stray;

To win hisPhillis'sFavour,

Love will find out the way.

In order next enters,Bevisso brave;After Adventures,And Policy grave:To see whom he desired,HisJosianso gay,For whom his Heart was fired,Love found out the way.

In order next enters,

Bevisso brave;

After Adventures,

And Policy grave:

To see whom he desired,

HisJosianso gay,

For whom his Heart was fired,

Love found out the way.

THEgordian Knot,Which true Lovers knit;Undo you cannot,Nor yet break it:Make use of your Inventions,Their Fancies to betray;To frustrate your intentions,Love will find out the way.From Court to Cottage,In Bower and in Hall;From the King unto the Beggar,Love conquers all:Tho' ne'er so stout and Lordly,Strive do what you may;Yet be you ne'er so hardy,Love will find out the way.Love hath power over Princes,Or greatest Emperor;In any Provinces,Such is Love's Power:There is no resisting,But him to obey;In spight of all contesting,Love will find out the way.If that he were hidden,And all Men that are;Were strictly forbidden,That place to declare:Winds that have no abiding,Pitying their delay;Will come and bring him tydings,And direct him the way.If the Earth should part him.He would gallop it o're:If the Seas should overthwart him,He would swim to the Shore:Should his Love become a Swallow,Thro' the Air to stray;Love would lend Wings to follow,And would find out the way.There is no striving,To cross his intent:There is no contriving,His Plots to prevent:But if once the Message greet him,That his true Love doth stay;If Death should come and meet him,Love will find out the way.

THEgordian Knot,Which true Lovers knit;Undo you cannot,Nor yet break it:Make use of your Inventions,Their Fancies to betray;To frustrate your intentions,Love will find out the way.

THEgordian Knot,

Which true Lovers knit;

Undo you cannot,

Nor yet break it:

Make use of your Inventions,

Their Fancies to betray;

To frustrate your intentions,

Love will find out the way.

From Court to Cottage,In Bower and in Hall;From the King unto the Beggar,Love conquers all:Tho' ne'er so stout and Lordly,Strive do what you may;Yet be you ne'er so hardy,Love will find out the way.

From Court to Cottage,

In Bower and in Hall;

From the King unto the Beggar,

Love conquers all:

Tho' ne'er so stout and Lordly,

Strive do what you may;

Yet be you ne'er so hardy,

Love will find out the way.

Love hath power over Princes,Or greatest Emperor;In any Provinces,Such is Love's Power:There is no resisting,But him to obey;In spight of all contesting,Love will find out the way.

Love hath power over Princes,

Or greatest Emperor;

In any Provinces,

Such is Love's Power:

There is no resisting,

But him to obey;

In spight of all contesting,

Love will find out the way.

If that he were hidden,And all Men that are;Were strictly forbidden,That place to declare:Winds that have no abiding,Pitying their delay;Will come and bring him tydings,And direct him the way.

If that he were hidden,

And all Men that are;

Were strictly forbidden,

That place to declare:

Winds that have no abiding,

Pitying their delay;

Will come and bring him tydings,

And direct him the way.

If the Earth should part him.He would gallop it o're:If the Seas should overthwart him,He would swim to the Shore:Should his Love become a Swallow,Thro' the Air to stray;Love would lend Wings to follow,And would find out the way.

If the Earth should part him.

He would gallop it o're:

If the Seas should overthwart him,

He would swim to the Shore:

Should his Love become a Swallow,

Thro' the Air to stray;

Love would lend Wings to follow,

And would find out the way.

There is no striving,To cross his intent:There is no contriving,His Plots to prevent:But if once the Message greet him,That his true Love doth stay;If Death should come and meet him,Love will find out the way.

There is no striving,

To cross his intent:

There is no contriving,

His Plots to prevent:

But if once the Message greet him,

That his true Love doth stay;

If Death should come and meet him,

Love will find out the way.

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NO, no, poor suffering Heart, no change endeavour;Chuse to sustain the smart rather than leave her:My ravish'd Eyes behold such Charms about her,I can Dye with her, but not live without her,One tender Sigh of her to see me Languish:Will more than pay the price of my past Anguish,Beware, oh cruel Fair how you smile on me,'Twas a kind look of yours that has undone me.Love has in store for me one happy Minute,And she will end my Pain who did begin it;Then no Day void of Bliss and Pleasures leaving,Ages shall slide away without perceiving:Cupidshall guard the Door, the more to please us,And keep out Time and Death when they would seaze us;Time and Death shall depart, and say in flying;Love has found out a way to Live by Dying.

NO, no, poor suffering Heart, no change endeavour;

Chuse to sustain the smart rather than leave her:

My ravish'd Eyes behold such Charms about her,

I can Dye with her, but not live without her,

One tender Sigh of her to see me Languish:

Will more than pay the price of my past Anguish,

Beware, oh cruel Fair how you smile on me,

'Twas a kind look of yours that has undone me.

Love has in store for me one happy Minute,And she will end my Pain who did begin it;Then no Day void of Bliss and Pleasures leaving,Ages shall slide away without perceiving:Cupidshall guard the Door, the more to please us,And keep out Time and Death when they would seaze us;Time and Death shall depart, and say in flying;Love has found out a way to Live by Dying.

Love has in store for me one happy Minute,

And she will end my Pain who did begin it;

Then no Day void of Bliss and Pleasures leaving,

Ages shall slide away without perceiving:

Cupidshall guard the Door, the more to please us,

And keep out Time and Death when they would seaze us;

Time and Death shall depart, and say in flying;

Love has found out a way to Live by Dying.

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SOMETIMESI am a Tapster new,And skilful in my Trade Sir,I fill my Pots most duly,Without deceit or froth Sir:A Spicket of two Handfuls long,I use to Occupy Sir:And when I set a Butt abroach,Then shall no Beer run by Sir.Sometimes I am a Butcher,And then I feel fat Ware Sir;And if the Flank be fleshed well,I take no farther care Sir:But in I thrust my Slaughtering-Knife,Up to the Haft with speed Sir;For all that ever I can do,I cannot make it bleed Sir.Sometimes I am a Baker,And Bake both white and brown Sir;I have as fine a Wrigling-Pole,As any is in all this Town Sir:But if my Oven be over-hot,I dare not thrust in it Sir;For burning of my Wrigling-Pole,My Skill's not worth a Pin Sir.Sometimes I am a Glover,And can do passing well Sir;In dressing of a Doe-skin,I know I do excel Sir:But if by chance a Flaw I find,In dressing of the Leather;I straightway whip my Needle out,And I tack 'em close together.Sometimes I am a Cook,And inFleet-StreetI do dwell Sir:At the sign of the Sugar-loaf,As it is known full well Sir:And if a dainty Lass comes by,And wants a dainty bit Sir;I take four Quarters in my Arms,And put them on my Spit Sir.In Weavering and in Fulling,I have such passing Skill Sir;And underneath my Weavering-Beam,There stands a Fulling-Mill Sir:To have good Wives displeasure,I would be very loath Sir;The Water runs so near my Hand,It over-thicks my Cloath Sir.Sometimes I am a Shoe-maker,And work with silly Bones Sir:To make my Leather soft and moist,I use a pair of Stones Sir:My Lasts for and my lasting Sticks,Are fit for every size Sir;I know the length of Lasses Feet,By handling of their Thighs Sir.The Tanner's Trade I practice,Sometimes amongst the rest Sir;Yet I could never get a Hair,Of any Hide I dress'd Sir;For I have been tanning of a Hide,This long seven Years and more Sir;And yet it is as hairy still,As ever it was before Sir.Sometimes I am a Taylor,And work with Thread that's strong Sir;I have a fine great Needle,About two handfulls long Sir:The finest Sempster in this Town,That works by line or leisure;May use my Needle at a pinch,And do themselves great Pleasure.

SOMETIMESI am a Tapster new,

And skilful in my Trade Sir,

I fill my Pots most duly,

Without deceit or froth Sir:

A Spicket of two Handfuls long,

I use to Occupy Sir:

And when I set a Butt abroach,

Then shall no Beer run by Sir.

Sometimes I am a Butcher,And then I feel fat Ware Sir;And if the Flank be fleshed well,I take no farther care Sir:But in I thrust my Slaughtering-Knife,Up to the Haft with speed Sir;For all that ever I can do,I cannot make it bleed Sir.

Sometimes I am a Butcher,

And then I feel fat Ware Sir;

And if the Flank be fleshed well,

I take no farther care Sir:

But in I thrust my Slaughtering-Knife,

Up to the Haft with speed Sir;

For all that ever I can do,

I cannot make it bleed Sir.

Sometimes I am a Baker,And Bake both white and brown Sir;I have as fine a Wrigling-Pole,As any is in all this Town Sir:But if my Oven be over-hot,I dare not thrust in it Sir;For burning of my Wrigling-Pole,My Skill's not worth a Pin Sir.

Sometimes I am a Baker,

And Bake both white and brown Sir;

I have as fine a Wrigling-Pole,

As any is in all this Town Sir:

But if my Oven be over-hot,

I dare not thrust in it Sir;

For burning of my Wrigling-Pole,

My Skill's not worth a Pin Sir.

Sometimes I am a Glover,And can do passing well Sir;In dressing of a Doe-skin,I know I do excel Sir:But if by chance a Flaw I find,In dressing of the Leather;I straightway whip my Needle out,And I tack 'em close together.

Sometimes I am a Glover,

And can do passing well Sir;

In dressing of a Doe-skin,

I know I do excel Sir:

But if by chance a Flaw I find,

In dressing of the Leather;

I straightway whip my Needle out,

And I tack 'em close together.

Sometimes I am a Cook,And inFleet-StreetI do dwell Sir:At the sign of the Sugar-loaf,As it is known full well Sir:And if a dainty Lass comes by,And wants a dainty bit Sir;I take four Quarters in my Arms,And put them on my Spit Sir.

Sometimes I am a Cook,

And inFleet-StreetI do dwell Sir:

At the sign of the Sugar-loaf,

As it is known full well Sir:

And if a dainty Lass comes by,

And wants a dainty bit Sir;

I take four Quarters in my Arms,

And put them on my Spit Sir.

In Weavering and in Fulling,I have such passing Skill Sir;And underneath my Weavering-Beam,There stands a Fulling-Mill Sir:To have good Wives displeasure,I would be very loath Sir;The Water runs so near my Hand,It over-thicks my Cloath Sir.

In Weavering and in Fulling,

I have such passing Skill Sir;

And underneath my Weavering-Beam,

There stands a Fulling-Mill Sir:

To have good Wives displeasure,

I would be very loath Sir;

The Water runs so near my Hand,

It over-thicks my Cloath Sir.

Sometimes I am a Shoe-maker,And work with silly Bones Sir:To make my Leather soft and moist,I use a pair of Stones Sir:My Lasts for and my lasting Sticks,Are fit for every size Sir;I know the length of Lasses Feet,By handling of their Thighs Sir.

Sometimes I am a Shoe-maker,

And work with silly Bones Sir:

To make my Leather soft and moist,

I use a pair of Stones Sir:

My Lasts for and my lasting Sticks,

Are fit for every size Sir;

I know the length of Lasses Feet,

By handling of their Thighs Sir.

The Tanner's Trade I practice,Sometimes amongst the rest Sir;Yet I could never get a Hair,Of any Hide I dress'd Sir;For I have been tanning of a Hide,This long seven Years and more Sir;And yet it is as hairy still,As ever it was before Sir.

The Tanner's Trade I practice,

Sometimes amongst the rest Sir;

Yet I could never get a Hair,

Of any Hide I dress'd Sir;

For I have been tanning of a Hide,

This long seven Years and more Sir;

And yet it is as hairy still,

As ever it was before Sir.

Sometimes I am a Taylor,And work with Thread that's strong Sir;I have a fine great Needle,About two handfulls long Sir:The finest Sempster in this Town,That works by line or leisure;May use my Needle at a pinch,And do themselves great Pleasure.

Sometimes I am a Taylor,

And work with Thread that's strong Sir;

I have a fine great Needle,

About two handfulls long Sir:

The finest Sempster in this Town,

That works by line or leisure;

May use my Needle at a pinch,

And do themselves great Pleasure.

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THEREdwelt a Widow in this Town,That was both Fair and Lovely;Her Face was comely neat and brown,To Pleasure she would move thee:Her lovely Tresses shin'd like Gold,Most neat is her Behaviour;For truth it has of late been told,There's many strove to have her.There were three Young Men of this Town;Slow Men ofLondon;And they'd go Wooe the WidowBrown,Because they would be undone.The one a Taylor was by Trade,An excellent Occupation;But Widows Love doth waste and fade,I find by observation:The second was a Farrier bold,A Man of excellent Metal;His Love to her was never cold,So firm his Thoughts did settle,There were,&c.The third a Weaver was that came,a Suitor to this Widow;Her Beauty did his Heart inflame,Her Thoughts deceit doth shadow,Widows can dissemble still,When Young Men come a Wooing;Yet they were guided by her Will,That prov'd to their undoing.There were three,&c.This Widow had a dainty Tongue,And Words as sweet as Honey;Which made her Suitors to her throng,Till they had spent their Money:The Taylor spent an Hundred Pound,That he took up on Credit;But now her Knavery he hath found,Repents that are he did it.These were three,&c.Threescore Pounds the Farrier had,Left him by his Father;To spend this Money he was mad,His Dad so long did gather:This Widow often did protest,She lov'd him best of any;Thus would she swear, when she did least,To make them spend their Money.These were three,&c.The Weaver spent his daily gains,That he got by his Labour;Some thirty Pounds he spent in vain,He borrow'd of his Neighbour:She must have Sack and Muscadine,And Claret brew'd with Sugar:Each Day they feed her chops with Wine,For which they all might hug her.These were three,&c.

THEREdwelt a Widow in this Town,

That was both Fair and Lovely;

Her Face was comely neat and brown,

To Pleasure she would move thee:

Her lovely Tresses shin'd like Gold,

Most neat is her Behaviour;

For truth it has of late been told,

There's many strove to have her.

There were three Young Men of this Town;

Slow Men ofLondon;

And they'd go Wooe the WidowBrown,

Because they would be undone.

The one a Taylor was by Trade,An excellent Occupation;But Widows Love doth waste and fade,I find by observation:The second was a Farrier bold,A Man of excellent Metal;His Love to her was never cold,So firm his Thoughts did settle,There were,&c.

The one a Taylor was by Trade,

An excellent Occupation;

But Widows Love doth waste and fade,

I find by observation:

The second was a Farrier bold,

A Man of excellent Metal;

His Love to her was never cold,

So firm his Thoughts did settle,

There were,&c.

The third a Weaver was that came,a Suitor to this Widow;Her Beauty did his Heart inflame,Her Thoughts deceit doth shadow,Widows can dissemble still,When Young Men come a Wooing;Yet they were guided by her Will,That prov'd to their undoing.There were three,&c.

The third a Weaver was that came,

a Suitor to this Widow;

Her Beauty did his Heart inflame,

Her Thoughts deceit doth shadow,

Widows can dissemble still,

When Young Men come a Wooing;

Yet they were guided by her Will,

That prov'd to their undoing.

There were three,&c.

This Widow had a dainty Tongue,And Words as sweet as Honey;Which made her Suitors to her throng,Till they had spent their Money:The Taylor spent an Hundred Pound,That he took up on Credit;But now her Knavery he hath found,Repents that are he did it.These were three,&c.

This Widow had a dainty Tongue,

And Words as sweet as Honey;

Which made her Suitors to her throng,

Till they had spent their Money:

The Taylor spent an Hundred Pound,

That he took up on Credit;

But now her Knavery he hath found,

Repents that are he did it.

These were three,&c.

Threescore Pounds the Farrier had,Left him by his Father;To spend this Money he was mad,His Dad so long did gather:This Widow often did protest,She lov'd him best of any;Thus would she swear, when she did least,To make them spend their Money.These were three,&c.

Threescore Pounds the Farrier had,

Left him by his Father;

To spend this Money he was mad,

His Dad so long did gather:

This Widow often did protest,

She lov'd him best of any;

Thus would she swear, when she did least,

To make them spend their Money.

These were three,&c.

The Weaver spent his daily gains,That he got by his Labour;Some thirty Pounds he spent in vain,He borrow'd of his Neighbour:She must have Sack and Muscadine,And Claret brew'd with Sugar:Each Day they feed her chops with Wine,For which they all might hug her.These were three,&c.

The Weaver spent his daily gains,

That he got by his Labour;

Some thirty Pounds he spent in vain,

He borrow'd of his Neighbour:

She must have Sack and Muscadine,

And Claret brew'd with Sugar:

Each Day they feed her chops with Wine,

For which they all might hug her.

These were three,&c.

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SHEwent Apparell'd neat and fine,People well might wonder;To see how she in Gold did shine,Her fame abroad did thunder:A water'd Camlet Gown she had,A Scarlet Coat belacedWith Gold, which made her Suitors glad,To see how she was graced.These were,&c.The Taylor was the neatest Lad,His Cloaths were oft Perfum'd;Kind Entertainment still he had,Till he his 'state consum'd:The Farrier likewise spent his 'state,The Weaver often kiss'd her:But when that they in 'state were Poor,They sought but still they miss'd her.These were,&c.The Farrier and the Weaver too,Were fain to fly the City:The Widow did them quite undoe,In faith more was the pity:She of her Suitors being rid,A Welchman came unto her:By Night and Day his suit he ply'd,Most roughly he did Woo her;For wooing tricks he quite put down,The Slow-men ofLondon;He over-reach'd the WidowBrown,That had so many undone.He swore he was a Gentleman,Well landed in the Country:And liv'd in Reputation there,His Name SirRowland Humphry.The Widow did believe him then,And Love unto him granted;Thus he her Favour did obtain,Welchmen will not be daunted.By cunning tricks he quite put down,The Slow-men ofLondon:That came to Woo this WidowBrown,Because they would be undone.The Welchman ply'd her Night and Day,Till to his Bow he brought her;And bore away the Widow quite,From all that ever sought her:She thought to be a Lady gay,But she was sore deceiv'd:Thus the Welchman did put down,The Slow-men ofLondon:For they would Wooe the WidowBrown,Because they would be undone.Thus she was fitted in her kind,For all her former Knavery;The Welchman did deceive her Mind,And took down all her Bravery:It had been better she had ta'en,The Weaver, Smith, or Taylor;For when she sought for State and Pomp,The Welchman quite did fail her:Then learn you Young Men of this Town,You Slow-men ofLondon:Which way to take theWidowBrown,For least you all be undone.

SHEwent Apparell'd neat and fine,

People well might wonder;

To see how she in Gold did shine,

Her fame abroad did thunder:

A water'd Camlet Gown she had,

A Scarlet Coat belaced

With Gold, which made her Suitors glad,

To see how she was graced.

These were,&c.

The Taylor was the neatest Lad,His Cloaths were oft Perfum'd;Kind Entertainment still he had,Till he his 'state consum'd:The Farrier likewise spent his 'state,The Weaver often kiss'd her:But when that they in 'state were Poor,They sought but still they miss'd her.These were,&c.

The Taylor was the neatest Lad,

His Cloaths were oft Perfum'd;

Kind Entertainment still he had,

Till he his 'state consum'd:

The Farrier likewise spent his 'state,

The Weaver often kiss'd her:

But when that they in 'state were Poor,

They sought but still they miss'd her.

These were,&c.

The Farrier and the Weaver too,Were fain to fly the City:The Widow did them quite undoe,In faith more was the pity:She of her Suitors being rid,A Welchman came unto her:By Night and Day his suit he ply'd,Most roughly he did Woo her;For wooing tricks he quite put down,The Slow-men ofLondon;He over-reach'd the WidowBrown,That had so many undone.

The Farrier and the Weaver too,

Were fain to fly the City:

The Widow did them quite undoe,

In faith more was the pity:

She of her Suitors being rid,

A Welchman came unto her:

By Night and Day his suit he ply'd,

Most roughly he did Woo her;

For wooing tricks he quite put down,

The Slow-men ofLondon;

He over-reach'd the WidowBrown,

That had so many undone.

He swore he was a Gentleman,Well landed in the Country:And liv'd in Reputation there,His Name SirRowland Humphry.The Widow did believe him then,And Love unto him granted;Thus he her Favour did obtain,Welchmen will not be daunted.By cunning tricks he quite put down,The Slow-men ofLondon:That came to Woo this WidowBrown,Because they would be undone.

He swore he was a Gentleman,

Well landed in the Country:

And liv'd in Reputation there,

His Name SirRowland Humphry.

The Widow did believe him then,

And Love unto him granted;

Thus he her Favour did obtain,

Welchmen will not be daunted.

By cunning tricks he quite put down,

The Slow-men ofLondon:

That came to Woo this WidowBrown,

Because they would be undone.

The Welchman ply'd her Night and Day,Till to his Bow he brought her;And bore away the Widow quite,From all that ever sought her:She thought to be a Lady gay,But she was sore deceiv'd:Thus the Welchman did put down,The Slow-men ofLondon:For they would Wooe the WidowBrown,Because they would be undone.

The Welchman ply'd her Night and Day,

Till to his Bow he brought her;

And bore away the Widow quite,

From all that ever sought her:

She thought to be a Lady gay,

But she was sore deceiv'd:

Thus the Welchman did put down,

The Slow-men ofLondon:

For they would Wooe the WidowBrown,

Because they would be undone.

Thus she was fitted in her kind,For all her former Knavery;The Welchman did deceive her Mind,And took down all her Bravery:It had been better she had ta'en,The Weaver, Smith, or Taylor;For when she sought for State and Pomp,The Welchman quite did fail her:Then learn you Young Men of this Town,You Slow-men ofLondon:Which way to take theWidowBrown,For least you all be undone.

Thus she was fitted in her kind,

For all her former Knavery;

The Welchman did deceive her Mind,

And took down all her Bravery:

It had been better she had ta'en,

The Weaver, Smith, or Taylor;

For when she sought for State and Pomp,

The Welchman quite did fail her:

Then learn you Young Men of this Town,

You Slow-men ofLondon:

Which way to take theWidowBrown,

For least you all be undone.

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MAYher blest Example chaceVice, in Troops out of the Land;Flying from her awful Face,Like trembling Ghost when Day's at Hand:May her Hero bring us Peace,Won with Honour in the Field:And our Home-bred Factions cease,He still our Sword, and she our Shield.

MAYher blest Example chace

Vice, in Troops out of the Land;

Flying from her awful Face,

Like trembling Ghost when Day's at Hand:

May her Hero bring us Peace,

Won with Honour in the Field:

And our Home-bred Factions cease,

He still our Sword, and she our Shield.

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NEWPyramid's raise,Bring the Poplar and Bayes,To Crown our Triumphant Commander;TheFrenchtoo shall run,As theIrishhave done,Like thePersians, thePersians;Like thePersians, thePersians,Like thePersiansbeforeAlexander.Had theRubiconbeen,Such a Stream as theBoyn,NotCæsar, notCæserhimself had gone on:KingWilliamexceeds, greatCæsarin Deeds,More than he did, more than he did,More than he did, greatPompeybefore.Tho' born in a State,Fore-told was his Fate,That he should be a Monarch ador'd:One Globe was too small,To contain such a Soul,New Worlds must submit to his Sword.So Great and Benign,Is our Sov'reign Queen,Made to share his Empire and Bed;May she still fill his Arms,With her lovely soft Charms,And a Race of KingWilliam'ssucceed.

NEWPyramid's raise,

Bring the Poplar and Bayes,

To Crown our Triumphant Commander;

TheFrenchtoo shall run,

As theIrishhave done,

Like thePersians, thePersians;

Like thePersians, thePersians,

Like thePersiansbeforeAlexander.

Had theRubiconbeen,Such a Stream as theBoyn,NotCæsar, notCæserhimself had gone on:KingWilliamexceeds, greatCæsarin Deeds,More than he did, more than he did,More than he did, greatPompeybefore.

Had theRubiconbeen,

Such a Stream as theBoyn,

NotCæsar, notCæserhimself had gone on:

KingWilliamexceeds, greatCæsarin Deeds,

More than he did, more than he did,

More than he did, greatPompeybefore.

Tho' born in a State,Fore-told was his Fate,That he should be a Monarch ador'd:One Globe was too small,To contain such a Soul,New Worlds must submit to his Sword.

Tho' born in a State,

Fore-told was his Fate,

That he should be a Monarch ador'd:

One Globe was too small,

To contain such a Soul,

New Worlds must submit to his Sword.

So Great and Benign,Is our Sov'reign Queen,Made to share his Empire and Bed;May she still fill his Arms,With her lovely soft Charms,And a Race of KingWilliam'ssucceed.

So Great and Benign,

Is our Sov'reign Queen,

Made to share his Empire and Bed;

May she still fill his Arms,

With her lovely soft Charms,

And a Race of KingWilliam'ssucceed.

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THEREwas an Old Man, and he liv'd in a Wood,and his Trade it was making of Broom,And he had a naughty Boy,Jackto his Son,and he lay in Bed till 'twas Noon, 'twas Noon,and he lay in Bed till 'twas Noon.No Father e'er had, so lazy a Lad,with sleep he his Time did consume,In Bed where he lay, still every Day,and would not go cut his green Broom, green Broom,and would not go cut his green Broom.The Father was vext, and sorely perplext,with Passion he entered the Room;Come Sirrah, he cry'd, I'll liquor your Hide,if you will not go gather green Broom, green Broom,if you will not go gather green Broom.Jacklay in his Nest, still taking his rest,and valu'd not what was his Doom,But now you shall hear, his Mother drew near,and made him go gather green Broom, green Broom,and made him go gather green Broom.Jack'sMother got up, and fell in a Rage,and swore she would fire the Room,IfJackdid not rise, and go to the Wood,and fetch home a bundle of Broom, green Broom,and fetch home a bundle of Broom.This wakened him straight, before it was late,as fearing the terrible Doom,Dear Mother, quoth he, have pity on me,I'll fetch home a Bundle of Broom, green Broom,I'll fetch home a bundle of Broom.ThenJackhe arose, and he slipt on his Cloaths,and away to the Wood very soon;To please the Old Wife, he took a sharp Knife,and fell to the cutting of Broom, green Broom,and fell to the cutting of Broom.Jackfollow'd his Trade and readily made,his Goods up for Country Grooms:This done, honestJacktook them at his Back,and cry'd, will you buy any Brooms, green Brooms,and cry'd, will you buy any Brooms.ThenJackhe came by a Gentleman's House,in which was abundance of Rooms;He stood at the Door, and began for to roar,crying, Maids will you buy any Brooms, green Brooms,crying, Maids will you buy any Brooms.I tell you they're good, just fetch'd from the Wood,and fitted for sweeping of Rooms;Come handle my Ware, for Girls I declare,you never had better green Brooms, green Brooms,you never had better green Brooms.The Maiden did call, the Steward of the Hall,who came in his Silks and Perfumes,He gaveJackhis Price, and thus in a trice,he sold all his Bundle of Brooms, green Brooms,he sold all his Bundle of Brooms.Likewise to conclude, they gave him rich Food,with Liquor of Spicy Perfumes;The hot Boyl'd and Roast, did causeJackto boast,no Trade was like making of Brooms, green Brooms,no Trade was like making of Brooms.For first I am Paid, and then I am made,right Welcome by Stewards and Grooms,Here's Money, Meat and Drink, what Trade do you thinkcompares with the making of Brooms, green Brooms,compares with the making of Brooms.I have a good Trade, more Goods must be made,to furnish young Lasses and Grooms,Wherefore I shall lack a Prentice, quothJack,I'll teach him the making of Brooms, green Brooms,I'll teach him the making of Brooms.

THEREwas an Old Man, and he liv'd in a Wood,

and his Trade it was making of Broom,

And he had a naughty Boy,Jackto his Son,

and he lay in Bed till 'twas Noon, 'twas Noon,

and he lay in Bed till 'twas Noon.

No Father e'er had, so lazy a Lad,with sleep he his Time did consume,In Bed where he lay, still every Day,and would not go cut his green Broom, green Broom,and would not go cut his green Broom.

No Father e'er had, so lazy a Lad,

with sleep he his Time did consume,

In Bed where he lay, still every Day,

and would not go cut his green Broom, green Broom,

and would not go cut his green Broom.

The Father was vext, and sorely perplext,with Passion he entered the Room;Come Sirrah, he cry'd, I'll liquor your Hide,if you will not go gather green Broom, green Broom,if you will not go gather green Broom.

The Father was vext, and sorely perplext,

with Passion he entered the Room;

Come Sirrah, he cry'd, I'll liquor your Hide,

if you will not go gather green Broom, green Broom,

if you will not go gather green Broom.

Jacklay in his Nest, still taking his rest,and valu'd not what was his Doom,But now you shall hear, his Mother drew near,and made him go gather green Broom, green Broom,and made him go gather green Broom.

Jacklay in his Nest, still taking his rest,

and valu'd not what was his Doom,

But now you shall hear, his Mother drew near,

and made him go gather green Broom, green Broom,

and made him go gather green Broom.

Jack'sMother got up, and fell in a Rage,and swore she would fire the Room,IfJackdid not rise, and go to the Wood,and fetch home a bundle of Broom, green Broom,and fetch home a bundle of Broom.

Jack'sMother got up, and fell in a Rage,

and swore she would fire the Room,

IfJackdid not rise, and go to the Wood,

and fetch home a bundle of Broom, green Broom,

and fetch home a bundle of Broom.

This wakened him straight, before it was late,as fearing the terrible Doom,Dear Mother, quoth he, have pity on me,I'll fetch home a Bundle of Broom, green Broom,I'll fetch home a bundle of Broom.

This wakened him straight, before it was late,

as fearing the terrible Doom,

Dear Mother, quoth he, have pity on me,

I'll fetch home a Bundle of Broom, green Broom,

I'll fetch home a bundle of Broom.

ThenJackhe arose, and he slipt on his Cloaths,and away to the Wood very soon;To please the Old Wife, he took a sharp Knife,and fell to the cutting of Broom, green Broom,and fell to the cutting of Broom.

ThenJackhe arose, and he slipt on his Cloaths,

and away to the Wood very soon;

To please the Old Wife, he took a sharp Knife,

and fell to the cutting of Broom, green Broom,

and fell to the cutting of Broom.

Jackfollow'd his Trade and readily made,his Goods up for Country Grooms:This done, honestJacktook them at his Back,and cry'd, will you buy any Brooms, green Brooms,and cry'd, will you buy any Brooms.

Jackfollow'd his Trade and readily made,

his Goods up for Country Grooms:

This done, honestJacktook them at his Back,

and cry'd, will you buy any Brooms, green Brooms,

and cry'd, will you buy any Brooms.

ThenJackhe came by a Gentleman's House,in which was abundance of Rooms;He stood at the Door, and began for to roar,crying, Maids will you buy any Brooms, green Brooms,crying, Maids will you buy any Brooms.

ThenJackhe came by a Gentleman's House,

in which was abundance of Rooms;

He stood at the Door, and began for to roar,

crying, Maids will you buy any Brooms, green Brooms,

crying, Maids will you buy any Brooms.

I tell you they're good, just fetch'd from the Wood,and fitted for sweeping of Rooms;Come handle my Ware, for Girls I declare,you never had better green Brooms, green Brooms,you never had better green Brooms.

I tell you they're good, just fetch'd from the Wood,

and fitted for sweeping of Rooms;

Come handle my Ware, for Girls I declare,

you never had better green Brooms, green Brooms,

you never had better green Brooms.

The Maiden did call, the Steward of the Hall,who came in his Silks and Perfumes,He gaveJackhis Price, and thus in a trice,he sold all his Bundle of Brooms, green Brooms,he sold all his Bundle of Brooms.

The Maiden did call, the Steward of the Hall,

who came in his Silks and Perfumes,

He gaveJackhis Price, and thus in a trice,

he sold all his Bundle of Brooms, green Brooms,

he sold all his Bundle of Brooms.

Likewise to conclude, they gave him rich Food,with Liquor of Spicy Perfumes;The hot Boyl'd and Roast, did causeJackto boast,no Trade was like making of Brooms, green Brooms,no Trade was like making of Brooms.

Likewise to conclude, they gave him rich Food,

with Liquor of Spicy Perfumes;

The hot Boyl'd and Roast, did causeJackto boast,

no Trade was like making of Brooms, green Brooms,

no Trade was like making of Brooms.

For first I am Paid, and then I am made,right Welcome by Stewards and Grooms,Here's Money, Meat and Drink, what Trade do you thinkcompares with the making of Brooms, green Brooms,compares with the making of Brooms.

For first I am Paid, and then I am made,

right Welcome by Stewards and Grooms,

Here's Money, Meat and Drink, what Trade do you think

compares with the making of Brooms, green Brooms,

compares with the making of Brooms.

I have a good Trade, more Goods must be made,to furnish young Lasses and Grooms,Wherefore I shall lack a Prentice, quothJack,I'll teach him the making of Brooms, green Brooms,I'll teach him the making of Brooms.

I have a good Trade, more Goods must be made,

to furnish young Lasses and Grooms,

Wherefore I shall lack a Prentice, quothJack,

I'll teach him the making of Brooms, green Brooms,

I'll teach him the making of Brooms.

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NEVERsigh, but think of kissing,More, and more, and more of Wishing;To possess the mighty Blessing,While they enjoy it they are true,They'll hug, they'll cling, and heave up too,But Liberty when once regain'd,The Favour's to another feign'd.Why should we then the Sex admire,For 'twas never their desire,To maintain a constant Fire;If oagling, wheedling you'll believe,They'll hourly studytodeceive,But we will find out better ways,In Musick, Singing, spend our Days.

NEVERsigh, but think of kissing,

More, and more, and more of Wishing;

To possess the mighty Blessing,

While they enjoy it they are true,

They'll hug, they'll cling, and heave up too,

But Liberty when once regain'd,

The Favour's to another feign'd.

Why should we then the Sex admire,For 'twas never their desire,To maintain a constant Fire;If oagling, wheedling you'll believe,They'll hourly studytodeceive,But we will find out better ways,In Musick, Singing, spend our Days.

Why should we then the Sex admire,

For 'twas never their desire,

To maintain a constant Fire;

If oagling, wheedling you'll believe,

They'll hourly studytodeceive,

But we will find out better ways,

In Musick, Singing, spend our Days.

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OHhow Happy's he, who from Business free,Can Enjoy his Mistress, Bottle, and his Friend:Not confin'd to State, nor the Pride of the Great;Only on himself, not others doth depend:Change can never vex him, Faction ne'er perplex him;If the World goes well, a Bumper crowns his Joys,If it be not so than he takes of two;Till succeeding Glasses, Thinking doth destroy.When his Noddle reels, he toCæliasteals;And by Pleasures unconfin'd runs o'er the Night;In the Morning wakes, a pleasing Farewel takes,Ready for fresh Tipling, and for new Delight:When his Table's full, oh, then he hugs his Soul;And drinking all their Healths, a Welcome doth express:When the Cloth's removed, then by all approv'd,Comes the full grace Cup, QueenAnna'sgood success.

OHhow Happy's he, who from Business free,

Can Enjoy his Mistress, Bottle, and his Friend:

Not confin'd to State, nor the Pride of the Great;

Only on himself, not others doth depend:

Change can never vex him, Faction ne'er perplex him;

If the World goes well, a Bumper crowns his Joys,

If it be not so than he takes of two;

Till succeeding Glasses, Thinking doth destroy.

When his Noddle reels, he toCæliasteals;And by Pleasures unconfin'd runs o'er the Night;In the Morning wakes, a pleasing Farewel takes,Ready for fresh Tipling, and for new Delight:When his Table's full, oh, then he hugs his Soul;And drinking all their Healths, a Welcome doth express:When the Cloth's removed, then by all approv'd,Comes the full grace Cup, QueenAnna'sgood success.

When his Noddle reels, he toCæliasteals;

And by Pleasures unconfin'd runs o'er the Night;

In the Morning wakes, a pleasing Farewel takes,

Ready for fresh Tipling, and for new Delight:

When his Table's full, oh, then he hugs his Soul;

And drinking all their Healths, a Welcome doth express:

When the Cloth's removed, then by all approv'd,

Comes the full grace Cup, QueenAnna'sgood success.

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THEREis a Thing which in the lightIs seldom us'd, but in the Night,It serves the Maiden Female crew,The Ladies, and the good Wives too:They us'd to take it in their Hand,And then it will uprightly stand;And to a Hole they it apply,Where by it's good will it could Dye:It wasts, goes out, and still within,It leaves it's Moisture thick and thin.

THEREis a Thing which in the light

Is seldom us'd, but in the Night,

It serves the Maiden Female crew,

The Ladies, and the good Wives too:

They us'd to take it in their Hand,

And then it will uprightly stand;

And to a Hole they it apply,

Where by it's good will it could Dye:

It wasts, goes out, and still within,

It leaves it's Moisture thick and thin.

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PHILLISlay aside your Thinking,Youth and Beauty shou'd be Gay,Laugh and talk, and mind your Drinking:Whilst we pass the Time away,Laugh and talk, and mind your Drinking,Whilst we pass the Time away.They ought only to be pensive,Whodare not their Grief declare,Lest their story be offensive,But still languish in Despair,Lest their,&c.Yet what more torments your Lovers,They are Jealous, they obey,One whose Restless Minds discovers,She's no less a Slave than they,One whose,&c.

PHILLISlay aside your Thinking,Youth and Beauty shou'd be Gay,Laugh and talk, and mind your Drinking:Whilst we pass the Time away,Laugh and talk, and mind your Drinking,Whilst we pass the Time away.

PHILLISlay aside your Thinking,

Youth and Beauty shou'd be Gay,

Laugh and talk, and mind your Drinking:

Whilst we pass the Time away,

Laugh and talk, and mind your Drinking,

Whilst we pass the Time away.

They ought only to be pensive,Whodare not their Grief declare,Lest their story be offensive,But still languish in Despair,Lest their,&c.

They ought only to be pensive,

Whodare not their Grief declare,

Lest their story be offensive,

But still languish in Despair,

Lest their,&c.

Yet what more torments your Lovers,They are Jealous, they obey,One whose Restless Minds discovers,She's no less a Slave than they,One whose,&c.

Yet what more torments your Lovers,

They are Jealous, they obey,

One whose Restless Minds discovers,

She's no less a Slave than they,

One whose,&c.

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PISHfye, you're rude Sir,I never saw such idle fooling;You're grown so lewd Sir,So debauch'd I hate your ways;Leave, what are you doing?I see you seek my ruin,I'll cry out, pray make no delay,But take your Hand away;Ah! good Sir, pray Sir, don't you do so,Never was I thus abus'd so,By any Man, but you alone,Therefore Sir, pray begone.

PISHfye, you're rude Sir,

I never saw such idle fooling;

You're grown so lewd Sir,

So debauch'd I hate your ways;

Leave, what are you doing?

I see you seek my ruin,

I'll cry out, pray make no delay,

But take your Hand away;

Ah! good Sir, pray Sir, don't you do so,

Never was I thus abus'd so,

By any Man, but you alone,

Therefore Sir, pray begone.

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RETIREold Miser, and learn to be wiser,In looking o'er Books ne'er spend all thy Time;But rather be thinking, of roaring and drinking,For by those to Promotion thou'lt speedily climb.Then prithee be Jolly, desert this thy Folly,Make welcome thy Friends, and ne'er repine;For when thou art hurl'd into the next World,Thy Heir I'll engage it in Splendor will shine.When thy Breath is just vanish'd, his care will be banisht,And scarce will he follow thy Corps to the Grave;Then be cautious and wary, for nought but Canary,He's a Fool that for others himself do's enslave.

RETIREold Miser, and learn to be wiser,In looking o'er Books ne'er spend all thy Time;But rather be thinking, of roaring and drinking,For by those to Promotion thou'lt speedily climb.

RETIREold Miser, and learn to be wiser,

In looking o'er Books ne'er spend all thy Time;

But rather be thinking, of roaring and drinking,

For by those to Promotion thou'lt speedily climb.

Then prithee be Jolly, desert this thy Folly,Make welcome thy Friends, and ne'er repine;For when thou art hurl'd into the next World,Thy Heir I'll engage it in Splendor will shine.

Then prithee be Jolly, desert this thy Folly,

Make welcome thy Friends, and ne'er repine;

For when thou art hurl'd into the next World,

Thy Heir I'll engage it in Splendor will shine.

When thy Breath is just vanish'd, his care will be banisht,And scarce will he follow thy Corps to the Grave;Then be cautious and wary, for nought but Canary,He's a Fool that for others himself do's enslave.

When thy Breath is just vanish'd, his care will be banisht,

And scarce will he follow thy Corps to the Grave;

Then be cautious and wary, for nought but Canary,

He's a Fool that for others himself do's enslave.

THERE's not a Swain on the Plain,Wou'd be blest like me,Oh! cou'd you but, cou'd you but, cou'd you but, on me smile;But you appear so severe,That trembling with fear,My heart goes pit a pat, pit a pat, pit a pat, all the while.If I cry must I die, you make no reply,But look shy, and with a scornful Eye,Kill me by your cruelty;Oh! can you be, can you be, can you be, can you be,can you be, can you be, can you be, can you, can you,can you be too hard to me.

THERE's not a Swain on the Plain,

Wou'd be blest like me,

Oh! cou'd you but, cou'd you but, cou'd you but, on me smile;

But you appear so severe,

That trembling with fear,

My heart goes pit a pat, pit a pat, pit a pat, all the while.

If I cry must I die, you make no reply,But look shy, and with a scornful Eye,Kill me by your cruelty;Oh! can you be, can you be, can you be, can you be,can you be, can you be, can you be, can you, can you,can you be too hard to me.

If I cry must I die, you make no reply,

But look shy, and with a scornful Eye,

Kill me by your cruelty;

Oh! can you be, can you be, can you be, can you be,

can you be, can you be, can you be, can you, can you,

can you be too hard to me.

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TORMENTINGBeauty leave my Breast,In spight ofCloeI'll have rest;In vain is all her Syren Art,Still longer to hold my troubled Heart:For I'm resolv'd to break the Chain,And o'er her Charms the Conquest gain,And o'er her Charms the Conquest gain.Insulting Beauty I have born,Too long your Female Pride and scorn;Too long have been your Publick Jest,Your common Theme at ev'ry Feast:Let others thee, vain Fair, pursue,Whilst I for ever bid adieu,Whilst I for ever bid adieu.

TORMENTINGBeauty leave my Breast,

In spight ofCloeI'll have rest;

In vain is all her Syren Art,

Still longer to hold my troubled Heart:

For I'm resolv'd to break the Chain,

And o'er her Charms the Conquest gain,

And o'er her Charms the Conquest gain.

Insulting Beauty I have born,Too long your Female Pride and scorn;Too long have been your Publick Jest,Your common Theme at ev'ry Feast:Let others thee, vain Fair, pursue,Whilst I for ever bid adieu,Whilst I for ever bid adieu.

Insulting Beauty I have born,

Too long your Female Pride and scorn;

Too long have been your Publick Jest,

Your common Theme at ev'ry Feast:

Let others thee, vain Fair, pursue,

Whilst I for ever bid adieu,

Whilst I for ever bid adieu.

SAYcruelAmoret, how long, how long,In Billet-doux, and humble Song;Shall poorAlexis, shall poorAlexis, poorAlexiswooe?If neither Writing, Sighing, Sighing, Dying,Reduce you to a soft complying,Oh, oh, oh, oh, when will you come too.Full Thirteen Moons are now past o'er,Since first those Stars I did adore,That set my Heart on fire:The conscious Play-house, Parks and Court,Have seen my sufferings made your sport,Yet I am ne'er the nigher.A faithful Lover shou'd deserve,A better Face, than thus to starve:In sight of such a Feast;But oh! if you'll not think it fit,Your hungry Slave shou'd taste on bit;Gives some kind looks at least.

SAYcruelAmoret, how long, how long,

In Billet-doux, and humble Song;

Shall poorAlexis, shall poorAlexis, poorAlexiswooe?

If neither Writing, Sighing, Sighing, Dying,

Reduce you to a soft complying,

Oh, oh, oh, oh, when will you come too.

Full Thirteen Moons are now past o'er,Since first those Stars I did adore,That set my Heart on fire:The conscious Play-house, Parks and Court,Have seen my sufferings made your sport,Yet I am ne'er the nigher.

Full Thirteen Moons are now past o'er,

Since first those Stars I did adore,

That set my Heart on fire:

The conscious Play-house, Parks and Court,

Have seen my sufferings made your sport,

Yet I am ne'er the nigher.

A faithful Lover shou'd deserve,A better Face, than thus to starve:In sight of such a Feast;But oh! if you'll not think it fit,Your hungry Slave shou'd taste on bit;Gives some kind looks at least.

A faithful Lover shou'd deserve,

A better Face, than thus to starve:

In sight of such a Feast;

But oh! if you'll not think it fit,

Your hungry Slave shou'd taste on bit;

Gives some kind looks at least.

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SUCHcommand o'er my Fate has your Love or your hate,That nothing can make me more wretched or great:Whilst expiring I lie, to live or to die,Thus doubtful the Sentence of such I rely:Your Tongue bids me go, tho' your Eyes say not so,But much kinder Words from their Language do flow.Then leave me not here, thus between Hope and Fear,Tho' your Love cannot come, let your pity appear;But this my request, you must grant me at least,And more I'll not ask, but to you leave the rest;If my fate I must meet, let it be at your Feet,Death there with more joy, than else-where I wou'd greet.

SUCHcommand o'er my Fate has your Love or your hate,

That nothing can make me more wretched or great:

Whilst expiring I lie, to live or to die,

Thus doubtful the Sentence of such I rely:

Your Tongue bids me go, tho' your Eyes say not so,

But much kinder Words from their Language do flow.

Then leave me not here, thus between Hope and Fear,Tho' your Love cannot come, let your pity appear;But this my request, you must grant me at least,And more I'll not ask, but to you leave the rest;If my fate I must meet, let it be at your Feet,Death there with more joy, than else-where I wou'd greet.

Then leave me not here, thus between Hope and Fear,

Tho' your Love cannot come, let your pity appear;

But this my request, you must grant me at least,

And more I'll not ask, but to you leave the rest;

If my fate I must meet, let it be at your Feet,

Death there with more joy, than else-where I wou'd greet.

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TELLme why so long you try me,Still I follow, still you fly me;Will the race be never done,Will it be ever but begun:Could I quit my Love for you,I'd ne'er love more what e'er I do;When I speak truth, you think I lie,You think me false, but say not why.

TELLme why so long you try me,

Still I follow, still you fly me;

Will the race be never done,

Will it be ever but begun:

Could I quit my Love for you,

I'd ne'er love more what e'er I do;

When I speak truth, you think I lie,

You think me false, but say not why.

TISa foolish mistake,That Riches can speak,Or e'er for good Rhetoric pass:To a Fool I confess,Your Gold may address,Or else where the Master's an Ass:To a Woman of Sense,'Tis a sordid pretence,That a Golden Effigies can move her;No Face on the Coin,Is half so Divine,As that of a faithful young Lover.But Men when they Love,Their Passion to prove,From the Court to the dull Country Novice;To the Fair they're so kind,First to fathom their Mind,Next search the Prerogative Office:NoimprimisI give,Then the Fair one they give,Notwithstanding their strong Protestations;Till the Lady discover,No Fortune, no Lover,Then draws off her fond Inclination,

TISa foolish mistake,

That Riches can speak,

Or e'er for good Rhetoric pass:

To a Fool I confess,

Your Gold may address,

Or else where the Master's an Ass:

To a Woman of Sense,

'Tis a sordid pretence,

That a Golden Effigies can move her;

No Face on the Coin,

Is half so Divine,

As that of a faithful young Lover.

But Men when they Love,Their Passion to prove,From the Court to the dull Country Novice;To the Fair they're so kind,First to fathom their Mind,Next search the Prerogative Office:NoimprimisI give,Then the Fair one they give,Notwithstanding their strong Protestations;Till the Lady discover,No Fortune, no Lover,Then draws off her fond Inclination,

But Men when they Love,

Their Passion to prove,

From the Court to the dull Country Novice;

To the Fair they're so kind,

First to fathom their Mind,

Next search the Prerogative Office:

NoimprimisI give,

Then the Fair one they give,

Notwithstanding their strong Protestations;

Till the Lady discover,

No Fortune, no Lover,

Then draws off her fond Inclination,

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NOW, now the Queen's Health,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Troops on their March shall huzza, huzza, huzza,Now now the Queen's Health,And let the Haut-boys play,Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets,Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.Now now the Prince's Health,And let the Haut-boys play,Whilst the Troops on their March, shall huzza, huzza, huzza:Now now the Prince's Health,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Drums and the TrumpetsSound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.Now the braveEugene'sHealth,Who shews theFrenchbrave play;And does March over Rocks, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,Now the braveEugene'sHealth,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Drums and the TrumpetsSounds as they March, huzza, huzza, huzza.Now now the Duke's Health,BraveMarlboroughI say,Whilst the Cannon do roar, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,Now now the Duke's Health,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Drums and the TrumpetsSound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.Now braveOrmond'sHealth Boys,Whilst Colours do display:And theBritainsin Fight, shall huzza, huzza, huzza;Now braveOrmond'sHealth Boys,Whilst Colours do display:And the Drums and the TrumpetsSound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.Now SirCloudsly'sHealth BoysAnd Trumpets sound each Day,Whilst the Tars with their Caps shall huzza, huzza, huzza.Now SirCloudsly'sHealth Boys,And Trumpets sound each Day,Whilst the Thundring CannonLoudly do roar huzza, huzza, huzza.BravePeterborough'sHealth Boys,Who boldly makes his way,While theFrenchrun let's huzza, huzza, huzza;BravePeterborough'sHealth Boys,And let the Haut-boys play,While the Drums and the TrumpetsSound as they March huzza, huzza, huzza.Now now braveLeak'sHealth,Who is sailed away,For to find theFrenchFleet let's huzzza, huzza, huzza,Now now braveLeak'sHealth,Who'll shew theFrenchfair play,While the Drums and the Trumpets,Sound from on Board, huzza, huzza, huzza.

NOW, now the Queen's Health,

And let the Haut-boys play;

Whilst the Troops on their March shall huzza, huzza, huzza,

Now now the Queen's Health,

And let the Haut-boys play,

Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets,

Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now the Prince's Health,And let the Haut-boys play,Whilst the Troops on their March, shall huzza, huzza, huzza:Now now the Prince's Health,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Drums and the TrumpetsSound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now the Prince's Health,

And let the Haut-boys play,

Whilst the Troops on their March, shall huzza, huzza, huzza:

Now now the Prince's Health,

And let the Haut-boys play;

Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets

Sound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now the braveEugene'sHealth,Who shews theFrenchbrave play;And does March over Rocks, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,Now the braveEugene'sHealth,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Drums and the TrumpetsSounds as they March, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now the braveEugene'sHealth,

Who shews theFrenchbrave play;

And does March over Rocks, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,

Now the braveEugene'sHealth,

And let the Haut-boys play;

Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets

Sounds as they March, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now the Duke's Health,BraveMarlboroughI say,Whilst the Cannon do roar, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,Now now the Duke's Health,And let the Haut-boys play;Whilst the Drums and the TrumpetsSound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now the Duke's Health,

BraveMarlboroughI say,

Whilst the Cannon do roar, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,

Now now the Duke's Health,

And let the Haut-boys play;

Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets

Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now braveOrmond'sHealth Boys,Whilst Colours do display:And theBritainsin Fight, shall huzza, huzza, huzza;Now braveOrmond'sHealth Boys,Whilst Colours do display:And the Drums and the TrumpetsSound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now braveOrmond'sHealth Boys,

Whilst Colours do display:

And theBritainsin Fight, shall huzza, huzza, huzza;

Now braveOrmond'sHealth Boys,

Whilst Colours do display:

And the Drums and the Trumpets

Sound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now SirCloudsly'sHealth BoysAnd Trumpets sound each Day,Whilst the Tars with their Caps shall huzza, huzza, huzza.Now SirCloudsly'sHealth Boys,And Trumpets sound each Day,Whilst the Thundring CannonLoudly do roar huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now SirCloudsly'sHealth Boys

And Trumpets sound each Day,

Whilst the Tars with their Caps shall huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now SirCloudsly'sHealth Boys,

And Trumpets sound each Day,

Whilst the Thundring Cannon

Loudly do roar huzza, huzza, huzza.

BravePeterborough'sHealth Boys,Who boldly makes his way,While theFrenchrun let's huzza, huzza, huzza;BravePeterborough'sHealth Boys,And let the Haut-boys play,While the Drums and the TrumpetsSound as they March huzza, huzza, huzza.

BravePeterborough'sHealth Boys,

Who boldly makes his way,

While theFrenchrun let's huzza, huzza, huzza;

BravePeterborough'sHealth Boys,

And let the Haut-boys play,

While the Drums and the Trumpets

Sound as they March huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now braveLeak'sHealth,Who is sailed away,For to find theFrenchFleet let's huzzza, huzza, huzza,Now now braveLeak'sHealth,Who'll shew theFrenchfair play,While the Drums and the Trumpets,Sound from on Board, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now braveLeak'sHealth,

Who is sailed away,

For to find theFrenchFleet let's huzzza, huzza, huzza,

Now now braveLeak'sHealth,

Who'll shew theFrenchfair play,

While the Drums and the Trumpets,

Sound from on Board, huzza, huzza, huzza.

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APOXon the Fool,Who could be so dull,To contrive such a Table for Glasses:Which at the first sight,The Guests must affright,More by half than their Liquor rejoyces.'Tis so like a Tomb,That whoever does comeCan't look on't without thus reflecting;Heaven knows how soon,We must lye under one,And such Thoughts must needs be perplexing.Then away with that Stone.Break it, throw it down,To some Church or other, else fling't in:'Tis fitter by far,To have a place there,Than stand here to spoil Mirth and good Drinking.There Death let it show,To those who will go,And Monuments there gaze and stare at;We come here to live,And sad Thoughts away drive,With good store of immortal Claret.Tho' the Glasses stand there,They shan't do so here,'Tis the only kind Lesson that teaches;Whilst it seems to say,Life's short, Drink away,No time o'er your Liquor to Preach is.Then fill up the Glass,About let it pass,Tho' the Marble of death doth remind us;The Wine shall ne'er die,Tho' you must and I,We'll not leave a drop of't behind us.

APOXon the Fool,Who could be so dull,To contrive such a Table for Glasses:Which at the first sight,The Guests must affright,More by half than their Liquor rejoyces.

APOXon the Fool,

Who could be so dull,

To contrive such a Table for Glasses:

Which at the first sight,

The Guests must affright,

More by half than their Liquor rejoyces.

'Tis so like a Tomb,That whoever does comeCan't look on't without thus reflecting;Heaven knows how soon,We must lye under one,And such Thoughts must needs be perplexing.

'Tis so like a Tomb,

That whoever does come

Can't look on't without thus reflecting;

Heaven knows how soon,

We must lye under one,

And such Thoughts must needs be perplexing.

Then away with that Stone.Break it, throw it down,To some Church or other, else fling't in:'Tis fitter by far,To have a place there,Than stand here to spoil Mirth and good Drinking.

Then away with that Stone.

Break it, throw it down,

To some Church or other, else fling't in:

'Tis fitter by far,

To have a place there,

Than stand here to spoil Mirth and good Drinking.

There Death let it show,To those who will go,And Monuments there gaze and stare at;We come here to live,And sad Thoughts away drive,With good store of immortal Claret.

There Death let it show,

To those who will go,

And Monuments there gaze and stare at;

We come here to live,

And sad Thoughts away drive,

With good store of immortal Claret.

Tho' the Glasses stand there,They shan't do so here,'Tis the only kind Lesson that teaches;Whilst it seems to say,Life's short, Drink away,No time o'er your Liquor to Preach is.

Tho' the Glasses stand there,

They shan't do so here,

'Tis the only kind Lesson that teaches;

Whilst it seems to say,

Life's short, Drink away,

No time o'er your Liquor to Preach is.

Then fill up the Glass,About let it pass,Tho' the Marble of death doth remind us;The Wine shall ne'er die,Tho' you must and I,We'll not leave a drop of't behind us.

Then fill up the Glass,

About let it pass,

Tho' the Marble of death doth remind us;

The Wine shall ne'er die,

Tho' you must and I,

We'll not leave a drop of't behind us.

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