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LET's Sing as one may say the FateOf those that meddle with this and that,And more than comes to their shares do Prate,Which no Body can deny.Such, who their Wine and Coffee Sip,And let fall Words 'twixt Cup and Lip,To scandal of good Fellowship,Which no Body, &c.Those Clubbers who when met and sate,Where every Seat is Chair of State,As if they only knew what's what,Which no Body, &c.D—— me says one, were I so and so,Or as the King, I know what I know,The Devil to wood with theFrenchshould go,Which no Body, &c.Would the King Commission grantTo me, wereLewis,JohnofGaunt,I'd beat him, or know why I shant,Which no Body, &c.I'd undertake bring Scores to Ten,Of mine at Hours-warning-Men,To makeFrancetremble once again,Which no Body, &c.The Claret takes, yet e'er he Drinks,Cries Pox o'th'French-men, but methinksIt must go round to my Brother,Which no Body, &c.He's the only Citizen of Sence,And Liberty is his Pretence,And has enough of Conscience,Which no Body, &c.The Bully that next to him sat,With a Green Livery in his Hat,Cry'd what a Plague would theFrenchbe at,Which no Body, &c.Z—— had the King without Offence,Been rul'd by me, you'd seen long since,Chastisement for their Insolence,Which no Body, &c.They take our Ships, do what they please,Were ever play'd such Pranks as these,As if we were not Lord o'th' Seas,Which no Body, &c.I told the King on't th' other Day,And how th' Intrigues o'th' matter lay,But Princes will have their own way,Which no Body, &c.The next Man that did widen Throat,Was wight in half pil'd Velvet Coat,But he, and that not worth a Groat,Which no Body, &c.Who being planted next the Door,(Pox on him for a Son of Whore)Inveighs against the Embassador,Which no Body, &c.Had the King (quoth he) put me upon't,You should have found how I had don't,But now you see what has come on't,Which no Body, &c.Quoth he if such an Act had stood,That was designed for Publick good,'Thad pass'd more than is understood,Which no Body, &c.But now forsooth our strictest Laws,Are 'gainst the Friends o'th' good old Cause,And if one Hangs, the other Draws,Which no Body, &c.But had I but so Worthy been,To sit in Place that some are in,I better had advis'd therein,Which no Body, &c.I am one that firm doth stand,For Manufactures of the Land,Then Cyder takes in, out of hand,Which no Body, &c.ThisEnglishWine (quoth he) and Ale,Our Fathers drank before the SaleOf Sack on Pothecarys StallWhich no Body, &c.These Outlandish drinks, quoth he,TheFrench, andSpanishFoppery,They tast too much of Popery,Which no Body, &c.And having thus their Verdicts spent,Concerning King and Parliament,They Scandalize a Government,Which no Body, &c.An Hierarchy by such a Prince,As may be said without Offence,None e'er could boast more Excellence,Which no Body, &c.God bless the King, the Queen and Peers,Our Parliament and Overseers,And rid us of such Mutineers,Which no Body can deny.
LET's Sing as one may say the FateOf those that meddle with this and that,And more than comes to their shares do Prate,Which no Body can deny.
LET's Sing as one may say the Fate
Of those that meddle with this and that,
And more than comes to their shares do Prate,
Which no Body can deny.
Such, who their Wine and Coffee Sip,And let fall Words 'twixt Cup and Lip,To scandal of good Fellowship,Which no Body, &c.
Such, who their Wine and Coffee Sip,
And let fall Words 'twixt Cup and Lip,
To scandal of good Fellowship,
Which no Body, &c.
Those Clubbers who when met and sate,Where every Seat is Chair of State,As if they only knew what's what,Which no Body, &c.
Those Clubbers who when met and sate,
Where every Seat is Chair of State,
As if they only knew what's what,
Which no Body, &c.
D—— me says one, were I so and so,Or as the King, I know what I know,The Devil to wood with theFrenchshould go,Which no Body, &c.
D—— me says one, were I so and so,
Or as the King, I know what I know,
The Devil to wood with theFrenchshould go,
Which no Body, &c.
Would the King Commission grantTo me, wereLewis,JohnofGaunt,I'd beat him, or know why I shant,Which no Body, &c.
Would the King Commission grant
To me, wereLewis,JohnofGaunt,
I'd beat him, or know why I shant,
Which no Body, &c.
I'd undertake bring Scores to Ten,Of mine at Hours-warning-Men,To makeFrancetremble once again,Which no Body, &c.
I'd undertake bring Scores to Ten,
Of mine at Hours-warning-Men,
To makeFrancetremble once again,
Which no Body, &c.
The Claret takes, yet e'er he Drinks,Cries Pox o'th'French-men, but methinksIt must go round to my Brother,Which no Body, &c.
The Claret takes, yet e'er he Drinks,
Cries Pox o'th'French-men, but methinks
It must go round to my Brother,
Which no Body, &c.
He's the only Citizen of Sence,And Liberty is his Pretence,And has enough of Conscience,Which no Body, &c.
He's the only Citizen of Sence,
And Liberty is his Pretence,
And has enough of Conscience,
Which no Body, &c.
The Bully that next to him sat,With a Green Livery in his Hat,Cry'd what a Plague would theFrenchbe at,Which no Body, &c.
The Bully that next to him sat,
With a Green Livery in his Hat,
Cry'd what a Plague would theFrenchbe at,
Which no Body, &c.
Z—— had the King without Offence,Been rul'd by me, you'd seen long since,Chastisement for their Insolence,Which no Body, &c.
Z—— had the King without Offence,
Been rul'd by me, you'd seen long since,
Chastisement for their Insolence,
Which no Body, &c.
They take our Ships, do what they please,Were ever play'd such Pranks as these,As if we were not Lord o'th' Seas,Which no Body, &c.
They take our Ships, do what they please,
Were ever play'd such Pranks as these,
As if we were not Lord o'th' Seas,
Which no Body, &c.
I told the King on't th' other Day,And how th' Intrigues o'th' matter lay,But Princes will have their own way,Which no Body, &c.
I told the King on't th' other Day,
And how th' Intrigues o'th' matter lay,
But Princes will have their own way,
Which no Body, &c.
The next Man that did widen Throat,Was wight in half pil'd Velvet Coat,But he, and that not worth a Groat,Which no Body, &c.
The next Man that did widen Throat,
Was wight in half pil'd Velvet Coat,
But he, and that not worth a Groat,
Which no Body, &c.
Who being planted next the Door,(Pox on him for a Son of Whore)Inveighs against the Embassador,Which no Body, &c.
Who being planted next the Door,
(Pox on him for a Son of Whore)
Inveighs against the Embassador,
Which no Body, &c.
Had the King (quoth he) put me upon't,You should have found how I had don't,But now you see what has come on't,Which no Body, &c.
Had the King (quoth he) put me upon't,
You should have found how I had don't,
But now you see what has come on't,
Which no Body, &c.
Quoth he if such an Act had stood,That was designed for Publick good,'Thad pass'd more than is understood,Which no Body, &c.
Quoth he if such an Act had stood,
That was designed for Publick good,
'Thad pass'd more than is understood,
Which no Body, &c.
But now forsooth our strictest Laws,Are 'gainst the Friends o'th' good old Cause,And if one Hangs, the other Draws,Which no Body, &c.
But now forsooth our strictest Laws,
Are 'gainst the Friends o'th' good old Cause,
And if one Hangs, the other Draws,
Which no Body, &c.
But had I but so Worthy been,To sit in Place that some are in,I better had advis'd therein,Which no Body, &c.
But had I but so Worthy been,
To sit in Place that some are in,
I better had advis'd therein,
Which no Body, &c.
I am one that firm doth stand,For Manufactures of the Land,Then Cyder takes in, out of hand,Which no Body, &c.
I am one that firm doth stand,
For Manufactures of the Land,
Then Cyder takes in, out of hand,
Which no Body, &c.
ThisEnglishWine (quoth he) and Ale,Our Fathers drank before the SaleOf Sack on Pothecarys StallWhich no Body, &c.
ThisEnglishWine (quoth he) and Ale,
Our Fathers drank before the Sale
Of Sack on Pothecarys Stall
Which no Body, &c.
These Outlandish drinks, quoth he,TheFrench, andSpanishFoppery,They tast too much of Popery,Which no Body, &c.
These Outlandish drinks, quoth he,
TheFrench, andSpanishFoppery,
They tast too much of Popery,
Which no Body, &c.
And having thus their Verdicts spent,Concerning King and Parliament,They Scandalize a Government,Which no Body, &c.
And having thus their Verdicts spent,
Concerning King and Parliament,
They Scandalize a Government,
Which no Body, &c.
An Hierarchy by such a Prince,As may be said without Offence,None e'er could boast more Excellence,Which no Body, &c.
An Hierarchy by such a Prince,
As may be said without Offence,
None e'er could boast more Excellence,
Which no Body, &c.
God bless the King, the Queen and Peers,Our Parliament and Overseers,And rid us of such Mutineers,Which no Body can deny.
God bless the King, the Queen and Peers,
Our Parliament and Overseers,
And rid us of such Mutineers,
Which no Body can deny.
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AWorld that's full of Fools and Mad-men,Of over-glad, and over-sad Men,With a few good, but many bad Men,Which no Body can deny.So many Cheats and close Disguises,So many Down for one that Rises,So many Fops for one that Wise is,Which no Body, &c.So many Women ugly Fine,Their inside Foul, their outside shine,So many Preachers few Divines,Which no Body, &c.So many of Religious Sect,Who quite do mis-expound the Text,About ye know not what perplext,Which no Body, &c.Many Diseases that do fill ye,Many Doctors that do kill ye,Few Physicians that do heal ye,Which no Body, &c.Many Lawyers that undo ye,But few Friends who will stick to ye,And other Ills that do pursue ye,Which no Body, &c.So many Tradesmen Lyars,So many cheated Buyers,As even Numeration tyers,Which no Body, &c.So many loose ones and high-flying,Who live as if there were no dying,Heaven and Hell, and all defying,Which no Body, &c.So many under Scanty Fates,Who yet do live at lofty rates,And make show of great Estates,Which no Body, &c.And if they will not take Offence,Many great Men of little Sense,Who yet to Politicks make Pretence,Which no Body, &c.Many meriting lower Fate,Have Title, Office, and Estate,Their Betters waiting at their Gate,Which no Body, &c.The Worthless meet with higher Advances,As the Wise bestower Fancies,To the Worthy nothing chances,Which no Body, &c.The Worthy and the Worthless Train,Modest, silent, nothing gain,Impudent begging all obtain,Which no Body, &c.A World wherein is Plenteous store,Of Foppish, Rich, Ingenious Poor,Neglected beg from Door to Door,Which no Body, &c.A World compos'd, 'tis strange to tell,Of seeming Paradise, yet real Hell,Yet all agree to lov't too well,Which no Body, &c.Where Pious, Lew'd, the Fool, the Wise,The one like to the other dies,And leaves a World of Vanities,Which no Body, &c.Proud and Covetous, Beaus and Bullies,Like one o'your musing Melanchollies,I cry for their Ill's, and laugh at their Follies,Which no Body can deny.
AWorld that's full of Fools and Mad-men,Of over-glad, and over-sad Men,With a few good, but many bad Men,Which no Body can deny.
AWorld that's full of Fools and Mad-men,
Of over-glad, and over-sad Men,
With a few good, but many bad Men,
Which no Body can deny.
So many Cheats and close Disguises,So many Down for one that Rises,So many Fops for one that Wise is,Which no Body, &c.
So many Cheats and close Disguises,
So many Down for one that Rises,
So many Fops for one that Wise is,
Which no Body, &c.
So many Women ugly Fine,Their inside Foul, their outside shine,So many Preachers few Divines,Which no Body, &c.
So many Women ugly Fine,
Their inside Foul, their outside shine,
So many Preachers few Divines,
Which no Body, &c.
So many of Religious Sect,Who quite do mis-expound the Text,About ye know not what perplext,Which no Body, &c.
So many of Religious Sect,
Who quite do mis-expound the Text,
About ye know not what perplext,
Which no Body, &c.
Many Diseases that do fill ye,Many Doctors that do kill ye,Few Physicians that do heal ye,Which no Body, &c.
Many Diseases that do fill ye,
Many Doctors that do kill ye,
Few Physicians that do heal ye,
Which no Body, &c.
Many Lawyers that undo ye,But few Friends who will stick to ye,And other Ills that do pursue ye,Which no Body, &c.
Many Lawyers that undo ye,
But few Friends who will stick to ye,
And other Ills that do pursue ye,
Which no Body, &c.
So many Tradesmen Lyars,So many cheated Buyers,As even Numeration tyers,Which no Body, &c.
So many Tradesmen Lyars,
So many cheated Buyers,
As even Numeration tyers,
Which no Body, &c.
So many loose ones and high-flying,Who live as if there were no dying,Heaven and Hell, and all defying,Which no Body, &c.
So many loose ones and high-flying,
Who live as if there were no dying,
Heaven and Hell, and all defying,
Which no Body, &c.
So many under Scanty Fates,Who yet do live at lofty rates,And make show of great Estates,Which no Body, &c.
So many under Scanty Fates,
Who yet do live at lofty rates,
And make show of great Estates,
Which no Body, &c.
And if they will not take Offence,Many great Men of little Sense,Who yet to Politicks make Pretence,Which no Body, &c.
And if they will not take Offence,
Many great Men of little Sense,
Who yet to Politicks make Pretence,
Which no Body, &c.
Many meriting lower Fate,Have Title, Office, and Estate,Their Betters waiting at their Gate,Which no Body, &c.
Many meriting lower Fate,
Have Title, Office, and Estate,
Their Betters waiting at their Gate,
Which no Body, &c.
The Worthless meet with higher Advances,As the Wise bestower Fancies,To the Worthy nothing chances,Which no Body, &c.
The Worthless meet with higher Advances,
As the Wise bestower Fancies,
To the Worthy nothing chances,
Which no Body, &c.
The Worthy and the Worthless Train,Modest, silent, nothing gain,Impudent begging all obtain,Which no Body, &c.
The Worthy and the Worthless Train,
Modest, silent, nothing gain,
Impudent begging all obtain,
Which no Body, &c.
A World wherein is Plenteous store,Of Foppish, Rich, Ingenious Poor,Neglected beg from Door to Door,Which no Body, &c.
A World wherein is Plenteous store,
Of Foppish, Rich, Ingenious Poor,
Neglected beg from Door to Door,
Which no Body, &c.
A World compos'd, 'tis strange to tell,Of seeming Paradise, yet real Hell,Yet all agree to lov't too well,Which no Body, &c.
A World compos'd, 'tis strange to tell,
Of seeming Paradise, yet real Hell,
Yet all agree to lov't too well,
Which no Body, &c.
Where Pious, Lew'd, the Fool, the Wise,The one like to the other dies,And leaves a World of Vanities,Which no Body, &c.
Where Pious, Lew'd, the Fool, the Wise,
The one like to the other dies,
And leaves a World of Vanities,
Which no Body, &c.
Proud and Covetous, Beaus and Bullies,Like one o'your musing Melanchollies,I cry for their Ill's, and laugh at their Follies,Which no Body can deny.
Proud and Covetous, Beaus and Bullies,
Like one o'your musing Melanchollies,
I cry for their Ill's, and laugh at their Follies,
Which no Body can deny.
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LUCINDAhas the de'el and all, the de'el and all, the de'el and all,Of that bright Thing we Beauty call;But if she won't come to my Arms,What care I, why, what care I, what, what care I for all her Charms?Beauty's the Sauce to Love's high Meat,But who minds Sauce that must not Eat:It is indeed a mighty Treasure,But in using lies the Pleasure;Bullies thus, that only see't,Damn all the Gold, damn all the Gold, all, all the Gold inLombard-street.
LUCINDAhas the de'el and all, the de'el and all, the de'el and all,Of that bright Thing we Beauty call;But if she won't come to my Arms,What care I, why, what care I, what, what care I for all her Charms?Beauty's the Sauce to Love's high Meat,But who minds Sauce that must not Eat:It is indeed a mighty Treasure,But in using lies the Pleasure;Bullies thus, that only see't,Damn all the Gold, damn all the Gold, all, all the Gold inLombard-street.
LUCINDAhas the de'el and all, the de'el and all, the de'el and all,
Of that bright Thing we Beauty call;
But if she won't come to my Arms,
What care I, why, what care I, what, what care I for all her Charms?
Beauty's the Sauce to Love's high Meat,
But who minds Sauce that must not Eat:
It is indeed a mighty Treasure,
But in using lies the Pleasure;
Bullies thus, that only see't,
Damn all the Gold, damn all the Gold, all, all the Gold inLombard-street.
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I'LLtell you all, both great and small,I tell you all truly;That we have cause, and very great cause,For to lament and cry,Fye, Oh! fye, oh! fye, oh! fye!Fye on thee cruel Death!For thou hast ta'en away from us!Our QueenElizabeth.Thou mayst have taken other Folks,That better might be mist;And have let our Queen alone,Who lov'd no Popish Priest:In Peace she rul'd all this Land,Beholding unto no Man,And did the Pope ofRomewithstand,And yet was but a Woman.A Woman said I? nay, that is more,Than any one can tell;So Fair she was, so Chast she was,That no one knew it well!With that, fromFrancecameMonsieuro'er,A purpose for to Wooe her;Yet still she liv'd and Dy'd a Maid,Do what they could unto her.She never acted any Ill thing,Which made her Conscience prick her;Nor never would submit to him,That call'd is Christ's Vicar:But rather chose couragiously,To fight under Christ's Banner;'GainstPopeandTurk, and King ofSpain,And all that durst withstand her.But if that I hadArgus'sEyes,They were too few to Weep;For our QueenElizabeth,That now is fall'n asleep:Asleep indeed, where she shall rest,Until the Day of Doom:And then she shall rise unto the ShameOf the great Pope ofRome.
I'LLtell you all, both great and small,I tell you all truly;That we have cause, and very great cause,For to lament and cry,Fye, Oh! fye, oh! fye, oh! fye!Fye on thee cruel Death!For thou hast ta'en away from us!Our QueenElizabeth.
I'LLtell you all, both great and small,
I tell you all truly;
That we have cause, and very great cause,
For to lament and cry,
Fye, Oh! fye, oh! fye, oh! fye!
Fye on thee cruel Death!
For thou hast ta'en away from us!
Our QueenElizabeth.
Thou mayst have taken other Folks,That better might be mist;And have let our Queen alone,Who lov'd no Popish Priest:In Peace she rul'd all this Land,Beholding unto no Man,And did the Pope ofRomewithstand,And yet was but a Woman.
Thou mayst have taken other Folks,
That better might be mist;
And have let our Queen alone,
Who lov'd no Popish Priest:
In Peace she rul'd all this Land,
Beholding unto no Man,
And did the Pope ofRomewithstand,
And yet was but a Woman.
A Woman said I? nay, that is more,Than any one can tell;So Fair she was, so Chast she was,That no one knew it well!With that, fromFrancecameMonsieuro'er,A purpose for to Wooe her;Yet still she liv'd and Dy'd a Maid,Do what they could unto her.
A Woman said I? nay, that is more,
Than any one can tell;
So Fair she was, so Chast she was,
That no one knew it well!
With that, fromFrancecameMonsieuro'er,
A purpose for to Wooe her;
Yet still she liv'd and Dy'd a Maid,
Do what they could unto her.
She never acted any Ill thing,Which made her Conscience prick her;Nor never would submit to him,That call'd is Christ's Vicar:But rather chose couragiously,To fight under Christ's Banner;'GainstPopeandTurk, and King ofSpain,And all that durst withstand her.
She never acted any Ill thing,
Which made her Conscience prick her;
Nor never would submit to him,
That call'd is Christ's Vicar:
But rather chose couragiously,
To fight under Christ's Banner;
'GainstPopeandTurk, and King ofSpain,
And all that durst withstand her.
But if that I hadArgus'sEyes,They were too few to Weep;For our QueenElizabeth,That now is fall'n asleep:Asleep indeed, where she shall rest,Until the Day of Doom:And then she shall rise unto the ShameOf the great Pope ofRome.
But if that I hadArgus'sEyes,
They were too few to Weep;
For our QueenElizabeth,
That now is fall'n asleep:
Asleep indeed, where she shall rest,
Until the Day of Doom:
And then she shall rise unto the Shame
Of the great Pope ofRome.
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VOBISmagnis parvis dicam,Et sum veredicus;Offerri causam maximam,Esse in tristibus,Væ tibi mors! malum tibi!Pro mortem tetricam!Tu enim nobis dempsisti,ReginamElizam.Poteras plures capere,Citra injuriam;Reginamq; non rapere,Anti-sacri-colam:Quietè gentem hæc Rexit,Nulliq; devincta,PapamqueRomædespexit,Et tandem Fæmella.Ah, ah, quid dixi Fæmella?De hoc fama silet;Adeo fuit casta-Bella,Ut nemini liquet:En DuxAndinusadiit,Illam petiturus;Virgo vixit & obiit,Hæc nihilominus.Nec mali quid hæc effecit,Conscientiæ stimulo;Nec semet ipsam subjecit,Christi-vicario:At maluit magnamimis,Sub Christi vexellis,Pugnare cumPapâ, Turcis,Ac multis aliis.Sin mihiArgioculi,Deessent Lachrymæ;Elizabethæfletui,Nuper demortuæ,De nata hic obdormiet,Die novissimo:Et tunc expergefaciet,Papâ propudio.
VOBISmagnis parvis dicam,Et sum veredicus;Offerri causam maximam,Esse in tristibus,Væ tibi mors! malum tibi!Pro mortem tetricam!Tu enim nobis dempsisti,ReginamElizam.
VOBISmagnis parvis dicam,
Et sum veredicus;
Offerri causam maximam,
Esse in tristibus,
Væ tibi mors! malum tibi!
Pro mortem tetricam!
Tu enim nobis dempsisti,
ReginamElizam.
Poteras plures capere,Citra injuriam;Reginamq; non rapere,Anti-sacri-colam:Quietè gentem hæc Rexit,Nulliq; devincta,PapamqueRomædespexit,Et tandem Fæmella.
Poteras plures capere,
Citra injuriam;
Reginamq; non rapere,
Anti-sacri-colam:
Quietè gentem hæc Rexit,
Nulliq; devincta,
PapamqueRomædespexit,
Et tandem Fæmella.
Ah, ah, quid dixi Fæmella?De hoc fama silet;Adeo fuit casta-Bella,Ut nemini liquet:En DuxAndinusadiit,Illam petiturus;Virgo vixit & obiit,Hæc nihilominus.
Ah, ah, quid dixi Fæmella?
De hoc fama silet;
Adeo fuit casta-Bella,
Ut nemini liquet:
En DuxAndinusadiit,
Illam petiturus;
Virgo vixit & obiit,
Hæc nihilominus.
Nec mali quid hæc effecit,Conscientiæ stimulo;Nec semet ipsam subjecit,Christi-vicario:At maluit magnamimis,Sub Christi vexellis,Pugnare cumPapâ, Turcis,Ac multis aliis.
Nec mali quid hæc effecit,
Conscientiæ stimulo;
Nec semet ipsam subjecit,
Christi-vicario:
At maluit magnamimis,
Sub Christi vexellis,
Pugnare cumPapâ, Turcis,
Ac multis aliis.
Sin mihiArgioculi,Deessent Lachrymæ;Elizabethæfletui,Nuper demortuæ,De nata hic obdormiet,Die novissimo:Et tunc expergefaciet,Papâ propudio.
Sin mihiArgioculi,
Deessent Lachrymæ;
Elizabethæfletui,
Nuper demortuæ,
De nata hic obdormiet,
Die novissimo:
Et tunc expergefaciet,
Papâ propudio.
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IAm a cunning Constable,And a Bag of Warrants I have here,To Press sufficient Men, and able,AtHorn-castleto appear:But now-a-days they're grown so cunning,That hearing of this Martial strife;They all away from hence are running,Where I miss the Man, I'll press the Wife.Ho, who's at Home? Lo, here am I,Good-morrow Neighbour. Welcome, Sir;Where is your Husband? Why trulyHe's gone abroad, a Journey far:Do you not know when he comes back?See how these Cowards fly for Life!The King for Soldiers must not lack,If I miss the Man, I'll take the Wife.Shew me by what AuthorityYou do it? Pray Sir, let me know;It is sufficient for to see,The Warrant hangs in Bag below:Then pull it out, if it be strong,With you I will not stand at strife:My Warrant is as broad as long,If I miss the Man, I'll Press the Wife.Now you have Prest me and are gone,Please you but let me know your Name;That when my Husband he comes home,I may declare to him the same:My Name is CaptainWard, I say,I ne'er fear'd Man in all my life:The King for Soldiers must not stay,Missing the Man, I'll Press the Wife.
IAm a cunning Constable,And a Bag of Warrants I have here,To Press sufficient Men, and able,AtHorn-castleto appear:But now-a-days they're grown so cunning,That hearing of this Martial strife;They all away from hence are running,Where I miss the Man, I'll press the Wife.
IAm a cunning Constable,
And a Bag of Warrants I have here,
To Press sufficient Men, and able,
AtHorn-castleto appear:
But now-a-days they're grown so cunning,
That hearing of this Martial strife;
They all away from hence are running,
Where I miss the Man, I'll press the Wife.
Ho, who's at Home? Lo, here am I,Good-morrow Neighbour. Welcome, Sir;Where is your Husband? Why trulyHe's gone abroad, a Journey far:Do you not know when he comes back?See how these Cowards fly for Life!The King for Soldiers must not lack,If I miss the Man, I'll take the Wife.
Ho, who's at Home? Lo, here am I,
Good-morrow Neighbour. Welcome, Sir;
Where is your Husband? Why truly
He's gone abroad, a Journey far:
Do you not know when he comes back?
See how these Cowards fly for Life!
The King for Soldiers must not lack,
If I miss the Man, I'll take the Wife.
Shew me by what AuthorityYou do it? Pray Sir, let me know;It is sufficient for to see,The Warrant hangs in Bag below:Then pull it out, if it be strong,With you I will not stand at strife:My Warrant is as broad as long,If I miss the Man, I'll Press the Wife.
Shew me by what Authority
You do it? Pray Sir, let me know;
It is sufficient for to see,
The Warrant hangs in Bag below:
Then pull it out, if it be strong,
With you I will not stand at strife:
My Warrant is as broad as long,
If I miss the Man, I'll Press the Wife.
Now you have Prest me and are gone,Please you but let me know your Name;That when my Husband he comes home,I may declare to him the same:My Name is CaptainWard, I say,I ne'er fear'd Man in all my life:The King for Soldiers must not stay,Missing the Man, I'll Press the Wife.
Now you have Prest me and are gone,
Please you but let me know your Name;
That when my Husband he comes home,
I may declare to him the same:
My Name is CaptainWard, I say,
I ne'er fear'd Man in all my life:
The King for Soldiers must not stay,
Missing the Man, I'll Press the Wife.
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ASTUTUSConstabularius,Mandata gero in tergore:Cincturos evocaturus,Cornu-Castelloaffore:At hodiè adeò sapiunt,Auditâ lite Bellicâ,Omnes abhinc profugiunt,Virum supplebit Fœmina.Ecquisnam domi En egoSalve. Sis salvus, Domine:Ubinam Vir est? Haud nego,Procul abest in itinere:Nàm es ignara reditûs?Ut fugiunt pro tutamine!Non egeat Rex Militibus,Viros supplebunt Fœminæ.Hæc quo Guaranto factitas,Ambò dicas, Domine?Sufficiat ut videas,Quod pendet abdomine;Educas, si vim habeat,Tecum nolam certamina,Pro ratione,voluntas stat,Virum supplebit Fœminæ.Compressâ me, ituro te,Si placet,reddas nomina.Sic ut reverso conjuge,Illi declarem omnia,Wardducor Capitaneus,Sat notus promagnanimeNon egeat Rex milibus,Viros supplebunt Fœminæ.
ASTUTUSConstabularius,Mandata gero in tergore:Cincturos evocaturus,Cornu-Castelloaffore:At hodiè adeò sapiunt,Auditâ lite Bellicâ,Omnes abhinc profugiunt,Virum supplebit Fœmina.
ASTUTUSConstabularius,
Mandata gero in tergore:
Cincturos evocaturus,
Cornu-Castelloaffore:
At hodiè adeò sapiunt,
Auditâ lite Bellicâ,
Omnes abhinc profugiunt,
Virum supplebit Fœmina.
Ecquisnam domi En egoSalve. Sis salvus, Domine:Ubinam Vir est? Haud nego,Procul abest in itinere:Nàm es ignara reditûs?Ut fugiunt pro tutamine!Non egeat Rex Militibus,Viros supplebunt Fœminæ.
Ecquisnam domi En ego
Salve. Sis salvus, Domine:
Ubinam Vir est? Haud nego,
Procul abest in itinere:
Nàm es ignara reditûs?
Ut fugiunt pro tutamine!
Non egeat Rex Militibus,
Viros supplebunt Fœminæ.
Hæc quo Guaranto factitas,Ambò dicas, Domine?Sufficiat ut videas,Quod pendet abdomine;Educas, si vim habeat,Tecum nolam certamina,Pro ratione,voluntas stat,Virum supplebit Fœminæ.
Hæc quo Guaranto factitas,
Ambò dicas, Domine?
Sufficiat ut videas,
Quod pendet abdomine;
Educas, si vim habeat,
Tecum nolam certamina,
Pro ratione,voluntas stat,
Virum supplebit Fœminæ.
Compressâ me, ituro te,Si placet,reddas nomina.Sic ut reverso conjuge,Illi declarem omnia,Wardducor Capitaneus,Sat notus promagnanimeNon egeat Rex milibus,Viros supplebunt Fœminæ.
Compressâ me, ituro te,
Si placet,reddas nomina.
Sic ut reverso conjuge,
Illi declarem omnia,
Wardducor Capitaneus,
Sat notus promagnanime
Non egeat Rex milibus,
Viros supplebunt Fœminæ.
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LOVEis a Bauble,No Man is able,To say, it is this, or 'tis that;An idle Passion,Of such a Fashion,'Tis like I cannot tell what.Fair in the Cradle,Foul in the Saddle,Always too cold, or too hot;An errant Lyar,Fed by Desire,It is, and yet it is not.Love is a Fellow,Clad all in Yellow,The Canker-worm of the Mind;A privy Mischief,And such a sly Thief,No Man knows where him to find.Love is a Wonder,'Tis here, and 'tis yonder,'Tis common to all Men, we know;A very Cheater,Ev'ry ones better,Then hang him, and let him go.
LOVEis a Bauble,No Man is able,To say, it is this, or 'tis that;An idle Passion,Of such a Fashion,'Tis like I cannot tell what.
LOVEis a Bauble,
No Man is able,
To say, it is this, or 'tis that;
An idle Passion,
Of such a Fashion,
'Tis like I cannot tell what.
Fair in the Cradle,Foul in the Saddle,Always too cold, or too hot;An errant Lyar,Fed by Desire,It is, and yet it is not.
Fair in the Cradle,
Foul in the Saddle,
Always too cold, or too hot;
An errant Lyar,
Fed by Desire,
It is, and yet it is not.
Love is a Fellow,Clad all in Yellow,The Canker-worm of the Mind;A privy Mischief,And such a sly Thief,No Man knows where him to find.
Love is a Fellow,
Clad all in Yellow,
The Canker-worm of the Mind;
A privy Mischief,
And such a sly Thief,
No Man knows where him to find.
Love is a Wonder,'Tis here, and 'tis yonder,'Tis common to all Men, we know;A very Cheater,Ev'ry ones better,Then hang him, and let him go.
Love is a Wonder,
'Tis here, and 'tis yonder,
'Tis common to all Men, we know;
A very Cheater,
Ev'ry ones better,
Then hang him, and let him go.
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AMORest Pegma,Merum Ænigma,Quid sit nemo detegat:Vesana Passio,Cui nulla ratio,Parem natura negat.Cunis formosus,Sellâ Cœnosus,Calor, aut frigiditas:Furens Libido,Dicta cupido,Est, & non est entitas.Amor amasius,Totus silaceus,Est Eruca animi;Deditus malis,Ac prædo qualis,Non inventus ullibi.Hic & ubiq;Compar utriq;Ad stuporem agitat:Nullus deterior,Quovis superior,In malam rem abeat.
AMORest Pegma,Merum Ænigma,Quid sit nemo detegat:Vesana Passio,Cui nulla ratio,Parem natura negat.
AMORest Pegma,
Merum Ænigma,
Quid sit nemo detegat:
Vesana Passio,
Cui nulla ratio,
Parem natura negat.
Cunis formosus,Sellâ Cœnosus,Calor, aut frigiditas:Furens Libido,Dicta cupido,Est, & non est entitas.
Cunis formosus,
Sellâ Cœnosus,
Calor, aut frigiditas:
Furens Libido,
Dicta cupido,
Est, & non est entitas.
Amor amasius,Totus silaceus,Est Eruca animi;Deditus malis,Ac prædo qualis,Non inventus ullibi.
Amor amasius,
Totus silaceus,
Est Eruca animi;
Deditus malis,
Ac prædo qualis,
Non inventus ullibi.
Hic & ubiq;Compar utriq;Ad stuporem agitat:Nullus deterior,Quovis superior,In malam rem abeat.
Hic & ubiq;
Compar utriq;
Ad stuporem agitat:
Nullus deterior,
Quovis superior,
In malam rem abeat.
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YOUNGStrephonhe has Woo'd me long,And Courted me with Pipe and Song;But I a silly, silly peevish Twit,For want of Sense, for want of Wit,Have phoo'd, and cry'd,Have pish'd, and fy'd,And play'd the fool, and lost my Time,And almost slipp'd, and almost slipp'd,And almost slipp'd my Maiden Prime.But now I thank my gracious Heav'n,I hope my faults are all forgiven;I've struck the Bargain, eas'd my pain,And am resolv'd to take my Swain:To phoo, and cry,And pish, and fye,And make a Virgin's coy Pretence,Is all, all, all, is all, all, all, is all, all, all,For want of Sense.
YOUNGStrephonhe has Woo'd me long,And Courted me with Pipe and Song;But I a silly, silly peevish Twit,For want of Sense, for want of Wit,Have phoo'd, and cry'd,Have pish'd, and fy'd,And play'd the fool, and lost my Time,And almost slipp'd, and almost slipp'd,And almost slipp'd my Maiden Prime.
YOUNGStrephonhe has Woo'd me long,
And Courted me with Pipe and Song;
But I a silly, silly peevish Twit,
For want of Sense, for want of Wit,
Have phoo'd, and cry'd,
Have pish'd, and fy'd,
And play'd the fool, and lost my Time,
And almost slipp'd, and almost slipp'd,
And almost slipp'd my Maiden Prime.
But now I thank my gracious Heav'n,I hope my faults are all forgiven;I've struck the Bargain, eas'd my pain,And am resolv'd to take my Swain:To phoo, and cry,And pish, and fye,And make a Virgin's coy Pretence,Is all, all, all, is all, all, all, is all, all, all,For want of Sense.
But now I thank my gracious Heav'n,
I hope my faults are all forgiven;
I've struck the Bargain, eas'd my pain,
And am resolv'd to take my Swain:
To phoo, and cry,
And pish, and fye,
And make a Virgin's coy Pretence,
Is all, all, all, is all, all, all, is all, all, all,
For want of Sense.
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HOWhappy's that Husband who after few Years,Of railing and brawling, Confusion and Folly,Shall see his Lantipley drown'd in her Tears,Then pritheeAlexisbe Jolly, be Jolly,Then pritheeAlexisbe Jolly.
HOWhappy's that Husband who after few Years,Of railing and brawling, Confusion and Folly,Shall see his Lantipley drown'd in her Tears,Then pritheeAlexisbe Jolly, be Jolly,Then pritheeAlexisbe Jolly.
HOWhappy's that Husband who after few Years,
Of railing and brawling, Confusion and Folly,
Shall see his Lantipley drown'd in her Tears,
Then pritheeAlexisbe Jolly, be Jolly,
Then pritheeAlexisbe Jolly.
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FORTUNEis blindand Beauty unkind,the Devil take 'em both,one is a witch,& tothere's a bitchin neither's Faith or Troth:There's hazard in hap,deceit in a Lap,But no fraud in a Brimmer;If truth in the bottom lye,thence to redeem her we'll drain,we'll drain, we'll drain,we'll drain the whole Ocean dry.
FORTUNEis blindand Beauty unkind,the Devil take 'em both,one is a witch,& tothere's a bitchin neither's Faith or Troth:There's hazard in hap,deceit in a Lap,But no fraud in a Brimmer;If truth in the bottom lye,thence to redeem her we'll drain,we'll drain, we'll drain,we'll drain the whole Ocean dry.
FORTUNEis blind
and Beauty unkind,
the Devil take 'em both,
one is a witch,
& tothere's a bitch
in neither's Faith or Troth:
There's hazard in hap,
deceit in a Lap,
But no fraud in a Brimmer;
If truth in the bottom lye,
thence to redeem her we'll drain,
we'll drain, we'll drain,
we'll drain the whole Ocean dry.
Honour's a Toy,For Fools a Decoy,Beset with Care and Fear;And that (I wuss)Kills many a Puss,Before her clymacht Year:But freedom and mirth,Create a new Birth,While Sack's theAqua Vitæ,That Vigour and Spirit gives,Liquor Almighty!Whereby the poor Mortal lives.Let us be blith,In spight of Death's Syth,And with an Heart and half,Drink to our Friends,And think of no Ends,But keep us sound and safe:While Healths do go round,No Malady's found,The Maw-sick in the Morning,For want of his wonted strain;Is as a Warning,To double it over again.Let us maintainOur Traffique withSpain,And both theIndiesslight;Give us their Wines,Let them keep their Mines,We'll pardon Eighty Eight:There's more certain WealthSecur'd from stealth,In one Pipe of Canary,Than in an unfortunate Isle;Let us be wary,We do not our selves beguile.
Honour's a Toy,For Fools a Decoy,Beset with Care and Fear;And that (I wuss)Kills many a Puss,Before her clymacht Year:But freedom and mirth,Create a new Birth,While Sack's theAqua Vitæ,That Vigour and Spirit gives,Liquor Almighty!Whereby the poor Mortal lives.
Honour's a Toy,
For Fools a Decoy,
Beset with Care and Fear;
And that (I wuss)
Kills many a Puss,
Before her clymacht Year:
But freedom and mirth,
Create a new Birth,
While Sack's theAqua Vitæ,
That Vigour and Spirit gives,
Liquor Almighty!
Whereby the poor Mortal lives.
Let us be blith,In spight of Death's Syth,And with an Heart and half,Drink to our Friends,And think of no Ends,But keep us sound and safe:While Healths do go round,No Malady's found,The Maw-sick in the Morning,For want of his wonted strain;Is as a Warning,To double it over again.
Let us be blith,
In spight of Death's Syth,
And with an Heart and half,
Drink to our Friends,
And think of no Ends,
But keep us sound and safe:
While Healths do go round,
No Malady's found,
The Maw-sick in the Morning,
For want of his wonted strain;
Is as a Warning,
To double it over again.
Let us maintainOur Traffique withSpain,And both theIndiesslight;Give us their Wines,Let them keep their Mines,We'll pardon Eighty Eight:There's more certain WealthSecur'd from stealth,In one Pipe of Canary,Than in an unfortunate Isle;Let us be wary,We do not our selves beguile.
Let us maintain
Our Traffique withSpain,
And both theIndiesslight;
Give us their Wines,
Let them keep their Mines,
We'll pardon Eighty Eight:
There's more certain Wealth
Secur'd from stealth,
In one Pipe of Canary,
Than in an unfortunate Isle;
Let us be wary,
We do not our selves beguile.
SORSsine visu,Formáq; Risu,Sint pro Dæmone;Hæc malefica,Ita venefica,Fallax utraque;Sors mea est fors,Sinùsque vecors,Sed fraus nulla; tu totoIn fundo si veritas sit,Potu Epoto,Oceanus situs fit.Honor & lusus,Stultis illusus,Carâ catenatâ,Hâcque (ut fatur)Catus necatur,Morte non paratâ:Dum vero Græcamur,Non Renovamur,Nam Aqua Vitæ vinum,Vires spiritúsque dat,Idque dicunum,A morte nos Elevat.Fam simus læti,Spretâ vi lethi,Cordatissime:Ut Combibones(non ut gnathones)Saxti-rectique:Dum proculæ Spument,Morbi absument:Ac manè Corpus Onustum,Præ alienatione,Acuit gustum,Pro Iteratione.Prestet quotannis,Merks cumHispanis,Indiasit sola;Vinum præbeant,Aurum teneant,Absit spinola:Sunt opes, pro certo,Magis à furto,In Vini potione,Quam Terra Incognitâ;Pro cautione,Ne nobis fit subdola.
SORSsine visu,Formáq; Risu,Sint pro Dæmone;Hæc malefica,Ita venefica,Fallax utraque;Sors mea est fors,Sinùsque vecors,Sed fraus nulla; tu totoIn fundo si veritas sit,Potu Epoto,Oceanus situs fit.
SORSsine visu,
Formáq; Risu,
Sint pro Dæmone;
Hæc malefica,
Ita venefica,
Fallax utraque;
Sors mea est fors,
Sinùsque vecors,
Sed fraus nulla; tu toto
In fundo si veritas sit,
Potu Epoto,
Oceanus situs fit.
Honor & lusus,Stultis illusus,Carâ catenatâ,Hâcque (ut fatur)Catus necatur,Morte non paratâ:Dum vero Græcamur,Non Renovamur,Nam Aqua Vitæ vinum,Vires spiritúsque dat,Idque dicunum,A morte nos Elevat.
Honor & lusus,
Stultis illusus,
Carâ catenatâ,
Hâcque (ut fatur)
Catus necatur,
Morte non paratâ:
Dum vero Græcamur,
Non Renovamur,
Nam Aqua Vitæ vinum,
Vires spiritúsque dat,
Idque dicunum,
A morte nos Elevat.
Fam simus læti,Spretâ vi lethi,Cordatissime:Ut Combibones(non ut gnathones)Saxti-rectique:Dum proculæ Spument,Morbi absument:Ac manè Corpus Onustum,Præ alienatione,Acuit gustum,Pro Iteratione.
Fam simus læti,
Spretâ vi lethi,
Cordatissime:
Ut Combibones
(non ut gnathones)
Saxti-rectique:
Dum proculæ Spument,
Morbi absument:
Ac manè Corpus Onustum,
Præ alienatione,
Acuit gustum,
Pro Iteratione.
Prestet quotannis,Merks cumHispanis,Indiasit sola;Vinum præbeant,Aurum teneant,Absit spinola:Sunt opes, pro certo,Magis à furto,In Vini potione,Quam Terra Incognitâ;Pro cautione,Ne nobis fit subdola.
Prestet quotannis,
Merks cumHispanis,
Indiasit sola;
Vinum præbeant,
Aurum teneant,
Absit spinola:
Sunt opes, pro certo,
Magis à furto,
In Vini potione,
Quam Terra Incognitâ;
Pro cautione,
Ne nobis fit subdola.
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FROMFatherHopkins, whose Vein did inspire him,Bayssends this Raree-show publick to view;Prentices, Fops and their Footmen admire him,Thanks Patron, Painter, and MonsieurGrabeau.Each Actor on the Stage his luck bewailing,Finds that his loss is Infallibly true;Smith,Nokes, andLeighin a Feaver with railing,Curse Poet, Painter, and MonsieurGrabeau.Betterton,Betterton, thy Decorations,And the Machines were well written we knew;But all the Words were such stuff we want Patience,And little better is MonsieurGrabeu.D—— me saysUnderhill, I'm out two hundred,Hoping that Rain-bows and Peacocks would do;Who thought infallibleTomcould have blunder'd,A Plague upon him and MonsieurGrabeu.Lanethou hast no Applause for thy Capers,Tho' all without thee would make a Man spew;And a Month hence will not pay for the Tapers,Spite ofJack Laureatand MonsieurGrabeu.Baysthou wouldst have thy Skill thought universal,Tho' thy dull Ear be to Musick untrue;Then whilst we strive to confute theRehearsal,Prithee learn thrashing of MonsieurGrabeu.With thy dull Prefaces still thou wouldst treat us,Striving to make thy dull Bauble look fair;So the horn'd Herd of the City do cheat us,Still most commending the worst of their Ware.Leave makingOpera's, and WritingLyricks,'Till thou hast Ears and canst alter thy strain;Stick to thy Talent of bold Panegyricks,And still remember the breathing the Vein.Yet if thou thinkest the Town will extol 'em,Print thy dull Notes, but be thrifty and Wise;Instead of Angels subscrib'd for the Volume,Take a round Shilling, and thank my Advice.In imitating thee this may be charming,Gleaning from Laureats is no shame at all;And let this Song be sung the next performing,Else ten to one but the Prices will fall.
FROMFatherHopkins, whose Vein did inspire him,Bayssends this Raree-show publick to view;Prentices, Fops and their Footmen admire him,Thanks Patron, Painter, and MonsieurGrabeau.
FROMFatherHopkins, whose Vein did inspire him,
Bayssends this Raree-show publick to view;
Prentices, Fops and their Footmen admire him,
Thanks Patron, Painter, and MonsieurGrabeau.
Each Actor on the Stage his luck bewailing,Finds that his loss is Infallibly true;Smith,Nokes, andLeighin a Feaver with railing,Curse Poet, Painter, and MonsieurGrabeau.
Each Actor on the Stage his luck bewailing,
Finds that his loss is Infallibly true;
Smith,Nokes, andLeighin a Feaver with railing,
Curse Poet, Painter, and MonsieurGrabeau.
Betterton,Betterton, thy Decorations,And the Machines were well written we knew;But all the Words were such stuff we want Patience,And little better is MonsieurGrabeu.
Betterton,Betterton, thy Decorations,
And the Machines were well written we knew;
But all the Words were such stuff we want Patience,
And little better is MonsieurGrabeu.
D—— me saysUnderhill, I'm out two hundred,Hoping that Rain-bows and Peacocks would do;Who thought infallibleTomcould have blunder'd,A Plague upon him and MonsieurGrabeu.
D—— me saysUnderhill, I'm out two hundred,
Hoping that Rain-bows and Peacocks would do;
Who thought infallibleTomcould have blunder'd,
A Plague upon him and MonsieurGrabeu.
Lanethou hast no Applause for thy Capers,Tho' all without thee would make a Man spew;And a Month hence will not pay for the Tapers,Spite ofJack Laureatand MonsieurGrabeu.
Lanethou hast no Applause for thy Capers,
Tho' all without thee would make a Man spew;
And a Month hence will not pay for the Tapers,
Spite ofJack Laureatand MonsieurGrabeu.
Baysthou wouldst have thy Skill thought universal,Tho' thy dull Ear be to Musick untrue;Then whilst we strive to confute theRehearsal,Prithee learn thrashing of MonsieurGrabeu.
Baysthou wouldst have thy Skill thought universal,
Tho' thy dull Ear be to Musick untrue;
Then whilst we strive to confute theRehearsal,
Prithee learn thrashing of MonsieurGrabeu.
With thy dull Prefaces still thou wouldst treat us,Striving to make thy dull Bauble look fair;So the horn'd Herd of the City do cheat us,Still most commending the worst of their Ware.
With thy dull Prefaces still thou wouldst treat us,
Striving to make thy dull Bauble look fair;
So the horn'd Herd of the City do cheat us,
Still most commending the worst of their Ware.
Leave makingOpera's, and WritingLyricks,'Till thou hast Ears and canst alter thy strain;Stick to thy Talent of bold Panegyricks,And still remember the breathing the Vein.
Leave makingOpera's, and WritingLyricks,
'Till thou hast Ears and canst alter thy strain;
Stick to thy Talent of bold Panegyricks,
And still remember the breathing the Vein.
Yet if thou thinkest the Town will extol 'em,Print thy dull Notes, but be thrifty and Wise;Instead of Angels subscrib'd for the Volume,Take a round Shilling, and thank my Advice.
Yet if thou thinkest the Town will extol 'em,
Print thy dull Notes, but be thrifty and Wise;
Instead of Angels subscrib'd for the Volume,
Take a round Shilling, and thank my Advice.
In imitating thee this may be charming,Gleaning from Laureats is no shame at all;And let this Song be sung the next performing,Else ten to one but the Prices will fall.
In imitating thee this may be charming,
Gleaning from Laureats is no shame at all;
And let this Song be sung the next performing,
Else ten to one but the Prices will fall.
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ABROADas I was walking, I spy'd two Maids a wrestling,The one threw the other unto the Ground;One Maid she let a Fart, struck the other to the Heart,Was not this a grievous Wound?This Fart it was heard into Mr.Bowman'sYard,With a great and a mighty Power;For ought that I can tell, it blew downBridwell,And so overcame theTower.It blew downPaul'sSteeple, and knock'd down many People,Alack was the more the pity;It blew downLeaden-hall, and the Meal-sacks and all,And the Meal flew about the City.It blew down theExchange, was not this very strange,And the Merchants of the City did wound;This Maid she like a Beast, turn'd her fugo to theEast,And it roar'd in the Air like Thunder.
ABROADas I was walking, I spy'd two Maids a wrestling,The one threw the other unto the Ground;One Maid she let a Fart, struck the other to the Heart,Was not this a grievous Wound?
ABROADas I was walking, I spy'd two Maids a wrestling,
The one threw the other unto the Ground;
One Maid she let a Fart, struck the other to the Heart,
Was not this a grievous Wound?
This Fart it was heard into Mr.Bowman'sYard,With a great and a mighty Power;For ought that I can tell, it blew downBridwell,And so overcame theTower.
This Fart it was heard into Mr.Bowman'sYard,
With a great and a mighty Power;
For ought that I can tell, it blew downBridwell,
And so overcame theTower.
It blew downPaul'sSteeple, and knock'd down many People,Alack was the more the pity;It blew downLeaden-hall, and the Meal-sacks and all,And the Meal flew about the City.
It blew downPaul'sSteeple, and knock'd down many People,
Alack was the more the pity;
It blew downLeaden-hall, and the Meal-sacks and all,
And the Meal flew about the City.
It blew down theExchange, was not this very strange,And the Merchants of the City did wound;This Maid she like a Beast, turn'd her fugo to theEast,And it roar'd in the Air like Thunder.
It blew down theExchange, was not this very strange,
And the Merchants of the City did wound;
This Maid she like a Beast, turn'd her fugo to theEast,
And it roar'd in the Air like Thunder.
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APedlar proud as I heard tell,He came into a Town:With certain Wares he had to sell,Which he cry'd up and down:At first of all he did begin,With Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Filleting,Maids any Cunny-skins.I have of your fine perfumed Gloves,And made of the best Doe-skin;Such as young Men do give their Loves,When they their Favour Win:Besides he had many a prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, &c.I have of your fine Necklaces,As ever you did behold;And of your Silk Handkerchiefs,That are lac'd round with Gold:Besides he had many a prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, &c.Good fellow, says one, and smiling sat,Your Measure does somewhat Pinch;Beside you Measure at that rate,It wants above an Inch:And then he shew'd her a prettier Thing,Than Ribbonds, &c.The Lady was pleas'd with what she had seen,And vow'd and did protest;Unless he'd shew it her once again,She never shou'd be at rest:With that he shew'd her his prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, &c.With that the Pedlar began to huff,And said his Measure was good,If that she pleased to try his stuff,And take it whilst it stood:And than he gave her a prettier Thing,Than Ribbonds, &c.Good fellow said she, when you come again,Pray bring good store of your Ware;And for new Customers do not sing,For I'll take all and to spare:With that she hugg'd his prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,Gartering,Girdling,Tape,or Filleting,Maids any Cunny-skins.
APedlar proud as I heard tell,He came into a Town:With certain Wares he had to sell,Which he cry'd up and down:At first of all he did begin,With Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Filleting,Maids any Cunny-skins.
APedlar proud as I heard tell,
He came into a Town:
With certain Wares he had to sell,
Which he cry'd up and down:
At first of all he did begin,
With Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,
Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Filleting,
Maids any Cunny-skins.
I have of your fine perfumed Gloves,And made of the best Doe-skin;Such as young Men do give their Loves,When they their Favour Win:Besides he had many a prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, &c.
I have of your fine perfumed Gloves,
And made of the best Doe-skin;
Such as young Men do give their Loves,
When they their Favour Win:
Besides he had many a prettier Thing
Than Ribbonds, &c.
I have of your fine Necklaces,As ever you did behold;And of your Silk Handkerchiefs,That are lac'd round with Gold:Besides he had many a prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, &c.
I have of your fine Necklaces,
As ever you did behold;
And of your Silk Handkerchiefs,
That are lac'd round with Gold:
Besides he had many a prettier Thing
Than Ribbonds, &c.
Good fellow, says one, and smiling sat,Your Measure does somewhat Pinch;Beside you Measure at that rate,It wants above an Inch:And then he shew'd her a prettier Thing,Than Ribbonds, &c.
Good fellow, says one, and smiling sat,
Your Measure does somewhat Pinch;
Beside you Measure at that rate,
It wants above an Inch:
And then he shew'd her a prettier Thing,
Than Ribbonds, &c.
The Lady was pleas'd with what she had seen,And vow'd and did protest;Unless he'd shew it her once again,She never shou'd be at rest:With that he shew'd her his prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, &c.
The Lady was pleas'd with what she had seen,
And vow'd and did protest;
Unless he'd shew it her once again,
She never shou'd be at rest:
With that he shew'd her his prettier Thing
Than Ribbonds, &c.
With that the Pedlar began to huff,And said his Measure was good,If that she pleased to try his stuff,And take it whilst it stood:And than he gave her a prettier Thing,Than Ribbonds, &c.
With that the Pedlar began to huff,
And said his Measure was good,
If that she pleased to try his stuff,
And take it whilst it stood:
And than he gave her a prettier Thing,
Than Ribbonds, &c.
Good fellow said she, when you come again,Pray bring good store of your Ware;And for new Customers do not sing,For I'll take all and to spare:With that she hugg'd his prettier ThingThan Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,Gartering,Girdling,Tape,or Filleting,Maids any Cunny-skins.
Good fellow said she, when you come again,
Pray bring good store of your Ware;
And for new Customers do not sing,
For I'll take all and to spare:
With that she hugg'd his prettier Thing
Than Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,
Gartering,Girdling,Tape,or Filleting,
Maids any Cunny-skins.
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THEOrdinance a-board,Such Joys does afford,As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, nomortal e'er more can desire;Each Member repairs,From theTowerto the stairs,And by water, by water, by water, they all go to fire.Of each Piece that's a-shore,They search from the bore,And to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, toproving, they go in fair Weather;Their Glasses are large,And whene'er they discharge,There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza, Gunsand Bumpers go off together.OldVulcanforMars,Fitted Tools for his Wars,To enable him, enable him, enable him, enable him,enable him to conquer the faster;But hadMarsever beenUpon ourWolwichGreen,To have heard boo, huzza, boo, huzza, boo, huzza,he'd have own'd GreatMarlboroughhis Master.
THEOrdinance a-board,Such Joys does afford,As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, nomortal e'er more can desire;Each Member repairs,From theTowerto the stairs,And by water, by water, by water, they all go to fire.
THEOrdinance a-board,
Such Joys does afford,
As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no
mortal e'er more can desire;
Each Member repairs,
From theTowerto the stairs,
And by water, by water, by water, they all go to fire.
Of each Piece that's a-shore,They search from the bore,And to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, toproving, they go in fair Weather;Their Glasses are large,And whene'er they discharge,There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza, Gunsand Bumpers go off together.
Of each Piece that's a-shore,
They search from the bore,
And to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, to
proving, they go in fair Weather;
Their Glasses are large,
And whene'er they discharge,
There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza, Guns
and Bumpers go off together.
OldVulcanforMars,Fitted Tools for his Wars,To enable him, enable him, enable him, enable him,enable him to conquer the faster;But hadMarsever beenUpon ourWolwichGreen,To have heard boo, huzza, boo, huzza, boo, huzza,he'd have own'd GreatMarlboroughhis Master.
OldVulcanforMars,
Fitted Tools for his Wars,
To enable him, enable him, enable him, enable him,
enable him to conquer the faster;
But hadMarsever been
Upon ourWolwichGreen,
To have heard boo, huzza, boo, huzza, boo, huzza,
he'd have own'd GreatMarlboroughhis Master.
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AYoung Man and a Maid,put in all, put in all,Together lately play'd,put in all;The Young Man was in Jest,O the Maid she did protest:She bid him do his best,put in all, put in all.With that her rowling Eyes,put, &c.Turn'd upward to the Skies,put, &c.My Skin is White you see,My Smock above my Knee,What wou'd you more of me,put, &c.I hope my Neck and Breast,put, &c.Lie open to your chest,put in all,The Young Man was in heat,The Maid did soundly Sweat,A little farther get,put, &c.According to her Will,put, &c.This Young Man try'd his Skill,put in all;But the Proverb plain does tell,That use them ne'er so well,For an Inch they'd take an Ell,put, &c.When they had ended sport,put, &c.She found him all too short,put in all;For when he'd done his best,The Maid she did protest,'Twas nothing but a Jest,put in all, put in all.
AYoung Man and a Maid,put in all, put in all,Together lately play'd,put in all;The Young Man was in Jest,O the Maid she did protest:She bid him do his best,put in all, put in all.
AYoung Man and a Maid,put in all, put in all,
Together lately play'd,put in all;
The Young Man was in Jest,
O the Maid she did protest:
She bid him do his best,put in all, put in all.
With that her rowling Eyes,put, &c.Turn'd upward to the Skies,put, &c.My Skin is White you see,My Smock above my Knee,What wou'd you more of me,put, &c.
With that her rowling Eyes,put, &c.
Turn'd upward to the Skies,put, &c.
My Skin is White you see,
My Smock above my Knee,
What wou'd you more of me,put, &c.
I hope my Neck and Breast,put, &c.Lie open to your chest,put in all,The Young Man was in heat,The Maid did soundly Sweat,A little farther get,put, &c.
I hope my Neck and Breast,put, &c.
Lie open to your chest,put in all,
The Young Man was in heat,
The Maid did soundly Sweat,
A little farther get,put, &c.
According to her Will,put, &c.This Young Man try'd his Skill,put in all;But the Proverb plain does tell,That use them ne'er so well,For an Inch they'd take an Ell,put, &c.
According to her Will,put, &c.
This Young Man try'd his Skill,put in all;
But the Proverb plain does tell,
That use them ne'er so well,
For an Inch they'd take an Ell,put, &c.
When they had ended sport,put, &c.She found him all too short,put in all;For when he'd done his best,The Maid she did protest,'Twas nothing but a Jest,put in all, put in all.
When they had ended sport,put, &c.
She found him all too short,put in all;
For when he'd done his best,
The Maid she did protest,
'Twas nothing but a Jest,put in all, put in all.
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ICourted and Writ,Shew'd my Love and my Wit,And still prettyFlaviadeny'd;'Twas her Virtue I thought,Made me prove such a Sot,To adore her the more for her Pride:'Till I happen'd to sit,By her Mask'd in a Pit,Whilst a crowd of gay Beaus held her play;When so wantonly free,Was her smart Repartee,I was cur'd and went blushing, went blushing away.How Lovers Mistake,The Addresses they make,When they swear to be Constant and true;For all the Nymphs hold,Tho' the Sport be still old,That their Play-mates must ever be new:Each pretty new Toy,How they'll long to enjoy,And then for a newer will Pine;But when they perceive,Others like what they leave,Then they cry for their Bauble again.
ICourted and Writ,Shew'd my Love and my Wit,And still prettyFlaviadeny'd;'Twas her Virtue I thought,Made me prove such a Sot,To adore her the more for her Pride:'Till I happen'd to sit,By her Mask'd in a Pit,Whilst a crowd of gay Beaus held her play;When so wantonly free,Was her smart Repartee,I was cur'd and went blushing, went blushing away.
ICourted and Writ,
Shew'd my Love and my Wit,
And still prettyFlaviadeny'd;
'Twas her Virtue I thought,
Made me prove such a Sot,
To adore her the more for her Pride:
'Till I happen'd to sit,
By her Mask'd in a Pit,
Whilst a crowd of gay Beaus held her play;
When so wantonly free,
Was her smart Repartee,
I was cur'd and went blushing, went blushing away.
How Lovers Mistake,The Addresses they make,When they swear to be Constant and true;For all the Nymphs hold,Tho' the Sport be still old,That their Play-mates must ever be new:Each pretty new Toy,How they'll long to enjoy,And then for a newer will Pine;But when they perceive,Others like what they leave,Then they cry for their Bauble again.
How Lovers Mistake,
The Addresses they make,
When they swear to be Constant and true;
For all the Nymphs hold,
Tho' the Sport be still old,
That their Play-mates must ever be new:
Each pretty new Toy,
How they'll long to enjoy,
And then for a newer will Pine;
But when they perceive,
Others like what they leave,
Then they cry for their Bauble again.
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COMEall that are disposed a while,And listen to my Story;I shall not you of ought beguile,But plainly lay before ye:How BuxomeRuthhad often strove,With no small Pains and Labour;Her own Sufficiency to prove,By many a Brawny Neighbour.She oft was heard for to Complain,But still with little Profit;That Nature made her Charms in vain,Unless some good come of it:Her Booby seldom was at home,And therefore could not please her;Which made more welcome Guest to come,In Charity to ease her.Her wishes all were for an Heir,Tho'Venusstill refus'd her;Which made the pensive Sinner SwearThe Goddess had abus'd her:And since her Suit she did deny,To shew her good Intention;She was resolv'd her self to tryAn Old, but rare Invention.Abroad by known Example taught,To one with Child she hasts her;Whereby five Guineas which she brought,The Bargain is made fast, Sir:The Infant soon as brought to light,(For so they had agreed it)Must fall to BuxomeRuthby right,To save her sinking Credit.Her petticoats with Cushions rear'd,Her Belly struts before her;HerBen'sAbilitys are prais'd,And he poor Fool adores her.Her Stomach sick, and squeamish grown,She pewkes like Breeding Woman,While he is proud to make it known,That he has prov'd a true Man.Nine Months compleat, the trusty Dame,Her Pain she finds increases;WhileRuthaffected with the same,Makes ugly and wry Faces:And now a Coach must needs be had,The Brat to shake about, Sir;But e'er return'dBenwas a Dad,ForPerkinhad crept out, Sir.The good Ale Firkin strait is tapp'd,And Women all are Jolly;While no one in her round is 'scap'd,For fear of Melancholy:AndRuthin Bed could in her turn,Tho' modest of Behaviour;With all her Heart a Bob have born,Had she not fear'd a Feaver.Thus Jovially the time they spend,In Merriment and Quaffing;Whilst each one does the Brat commend,AsBendid still keep Laughing:And now to tell is my Intent,How Fortune to Distaste her;Ruth'sfuture Boasting did prevent,By one most sad Disaster.A Search was made at t'other Home,By Overseers quick sighted;The Mother to Confession comes,By Threats being much Affrighted;Thus all their Mirth at once was Cool,Fate all their hopes did hamper;SoBenlives on the self same Fool,Tho'Ruthwas forc'd to scamper.And if the Truth of this you doubt,The Overseers can make it out.
COMEall that are disposed a while,And listen to my Story;I shall not you of ought beguile,But plainly lay before ye:How BuxomeRuthhad often strove,With no small Pains and Labour;Her own Sufficiency to prove,By many a Brawny Neighbour.
COMEall that are disposed a while,
And listen to my Story;
I shall not you of ought beguile,
But plainly lay before ye:
How BuxomeRuthhad often strove,
With no small Pains and Labour;
Her own Sufficiency to prove,
By many a Brawny Neighbour.
She oft was heard for to Complain,But still with little Profit;That Nature made her Charms in vain,Unless some good come of it:Her Booby seldom was at home,And therefore could not please her;Which made more welcome Guest to come,In Charity to ease her.
She oft was heard for to Complain,
But still with little Profit;
That Nature made her Charms in vain,
Unless some good come of it:
Her Booby seldom was at home,
And therefore could not please her;
Which made more welcome Guest to come,
In Charity to ease her.
Her wishes all were for an Heir,Tho'Venusstill refus'd her;Which made the pensive Sinner SwearThe Goddess had abus'd her:And since her Suit she did deny,To shew her good Intention;She was resolv'd her self to tryAn Old, but rare Invention.
Her wishes all were for an Heir,
Tho'Venusstill refus'd her;
Which made the pensive Sinner Swear
The Goddess had abus'd her:
And since her Suit she did deny,
To shew her good Intention;
She was resolv'd her self to try
An Old, but rare Invention.
Abroad by known Example taught,To one with Child she hasts her;Whereby five Guineas which she brought,The Bargain is made fast, Sir:The Infant soon as brought to light,(For so they had agreed it)Must fall to BuxomeRuthby right,To save her sinking Credit.
Abroad by known Example taught,
To one with Child she hasts her;
Whereby five Guineas which she brought,
The Bargain is made fast, Sir:
The Infant soon as brought to light,
(For so they had agreed it)
Must fall to BuxomeRuthby right,
To save her sinking Credit.
Her petticoats with Cushions rear'd,Her Belly struts before her;HerBen'sAbilitys are prais'd,And he poor Fool adores her.Her Stomach sick, and squeamish grown,She pewkes like Breeding Woman,While he is proud to make it known,That he has prov'd a true Man.
Her petticoats with Cushions rear'd,
Her Belly struts before her;
HerBen'sAbilitys are prais'd,
And he poor Fool adores her.
Her Stomach sick, and squeamish grown,
She pewkes like Breeding Woman,
While he is proud to make it known,
That he has prov'd a true Man.
Nine Months compleat, the trusty Dame,Her Pain she finds increases;WhileRuthaffected with the same,Makes ugly and wry Faces:And now a Coach must needs be had,The Brat to shake about, Sir;But e'er return'dBenwas a Dad,ForPerkinhad crept out, Sir.
Nine Months compleat, the trusty Dame,
Her Pain she finds increases;
WhileRuthaffected with the same,
Makes ugly and wry Faces:
And now a Coach must needs be had,
The Brat to shake about, Sir;
But e'er return'dBenwas a Dad,
ForPerkinhad crept out, Sir.
The good Ale Firkin strait is tapp'd,And Women all are Jolly;While no one in her round is 'scap'd,For fear of Melancholy:AndRuthin Bed could in her turn,Tho' modest of Behaviour;With all her Heart a Bob have born,Had she not fear'd a Feaver.
The good Ale Firkin strait is tapp'd,
And Women all are Jolly;
While no one in her round is 'scap'd,
For fear of Melancholy:
AndRuthin Bed could in her turn,
Tho' modest of Behaviour;
With all her Heart a Bob have born,
Had she not fear'd a Feaver.
Thus Jovially the time they spend,In Merriment and Quaffing;Whilst each one does the Brat commend,AsBendid still keep Laughing:And now to tell is my Intent,How Fortune to Distaste her;Ruth'sfuture Boasting did prevent,By one most sad Disaster.
Thus Jovially the time they spend,
In Merriment and Quaffing;
Whilst each one does the Brat commend,
AsBendid still keep Laughing:
And now to tell is my Intent,
How Fortune to Distaste her;
Ruth'sfuture Boasting did prevent,
By one most sad Disaster.
A Search was made at t'other Home,By Overseers quick sighted;The Mother to Confession comes,By Threats being much Affrighted;Thus all their Mirth at once was Cool,Fate all their hopes did hamper;SoBenlives on the self same Fool,Tho'Ruthwas forc'd to scamper.
A Search was made at t'other Home,
By Overseers quick sighted;
The Mother to Confession comes,
By Threats being much Affrighted;
Thus all their Mirth at once was Cool,
Fate all their hopes did hamper;
SoBenlives on the self same Fool,
Tho'Ruthwas forc'd to scamper.
And if the Truth of this you doubt,The Overseers can make it out.
And if the Truth of this you doubt,
The Overseers can make it out.
HOWis the World transform'd of late,In Country, Court, and City;As if we were decreed by Fate,To sing a mournful Ditty:About the dismal change of Things,There was no sooth in Fauner;In the blest Reigns of former Kings,When I was a Man of Honour.I kept a Castle of my own,With Land five Thousand Acres;When old KingHarrygrac'd the Throne,Before the Time of Quakers:My Doors and Gates stood open Wide,I lackt no Ring nor Runner;An Ox each Day I did provide,When I was, &c.My Guess all Day went in and out,To Feast and cheer their Senses;Could I but bring the Year about,I grudg'd not my Expences:My Talent was to feast the Poor,I valu'd no Court Fauner;Of Cooks I kept full half a Score,When I was, &c.WhenChristmasDay was drawing near,To Cheer and make them Merry;I Broach'd my humming StoutMarchBeer,As brown as the Hawthorn Berry:Of which there was not any lack,I was my self the Donor;'Twas fetch'd up in a LeathernJack,When I was, &c.I never lay in Trades-mens Books,For Gaudy Silks or Sattins;Nor did I pay with Frowning looks,Or broken Scraps ofLatin:They had my Gold and Silver free,I fear'd not any Dunner;All Men was glad to deal with me,When I was a Man of Honour.I never kept myHawkesandHounds,Or Lew'd and Wanton Misses;I'd never sell or Mortgage Towns,To purchase Charming Kisses:Of those that seek their Prey by Night,Each cunning Female Fauner;My Lady was my Hearts Delight,When I was, &c.I never hid my Noble Head,For any Debt contracted;Nor from the Nation have I fled,For Treasons basely Acted:Nor did I in the least Rebel,To make my self a Runner:My Loyalty was known full well,When I was, &c.I never did betray my trust,For Bribes more sweet than Honey;Nor was I false, or so unjust,To sink the Nations Money:MyLandsandLivingsto enlarge,By wronging each good Donor:I Built not at the Nation's Charge,When I was, &c.We find now in these latter Days,Some Men hath delegated;From Truth, and found out greedy ways,This should be regulated:And act henceforth with Heart and Hand,Oppose the Sons ofBonner;I lov'd my King and serv'd my Land,When I was, &c.For Bounty, Love and large Relief,For Noble Conversation;For easing the poor Widows Grief,In Times of Lamentation:For House of Hospitality,I'll challenge any Donor;There's few or none that can outvey,KingHenry'sMan of Honour.
HOWis the World transform'd of late,In Country, Court, and City;As if we were decreed by Fate,To sing a mournful Ditty:About the dismal change of Things,There was no sooth in Fauner;In the blest Reigns of former Kings,When I was a Man of Honour.
HOWis the World transform'd of late,
In Country, Court, and City;
As if we were decreed by Fate,
To sing a mournful Ditty:
About the dismal change of Things,
There was no sooth in Fauner;
In the blest Reigns of former Kings,
When I was a Man of Honour.
I kept a Castle of my own,With Land five Thousand Acres;When old KingHarrygrac'd the Throne,Before the Time of Quakers:My Doors and Gates stood open Wide,I lackt no Ring nor Runner;An Ox each Day I did provide,When I was, &c.
I kept a Castle of my own,
With Land five Thousand Acres;
When old KingHarrygrac'd the Throne,
Before the Time of Quakers:
My Doors and Gates stood open Wide,
I lackt no Ring nor Runner;
An Ox each Day I did provide,
When I was, &c.
My Guess all Day went in and out,To Feast and cheer their Senses;Could I but bring the Year about,I grudg'd not my Expences:My Talent was to feast the Poor,I valu'd no Court Fauner;Of Cooks I kept full half a Score,When I was, &c.
My Guess all Day went in and out,
To Feast and cheer their Senses;
Could I but bring the Year about,
I grudg'd not my Expences:
My Talent was to feast the Poor,
I valu'd no Court Fauner;
Of Cooks I kept full half a Score,
When I was, &c.
WhenChristmasDay was drawing near,To Cheer and make them Merry;I Broach'd my humming StoutMarchBeer,As brown as the Hawthorn Berry:Of which there was not any lack,I was my self the Donor;'Twas fetch'd up in a LeathernJack,When I was, &c.
WhenChristmasDay was drawing near,
To Cheer and make them Merry;
I Broach'd my humming StoutMarchBeer,
As brown as the Hawthorn Berry:
Of which there was not any lack,
I was my self the Donor;
'Twas fetch'd up in a LeathernJack,
When I was, &c.
I never lay in Trades-mens Books,For Gaudy Silks or Sattins;Nor did I pay with Frowning looks,Or broken Scraps ofLatin:They had my Gold and Silver free,I fear'd not any Dunner;All Men was glad to deal with me,When I was a Man of Honour.
I never lay in Trades-mens Books,
For Gaudy Silks or Sattins;
Nor did I pay with Frowning looks,
Or broken Scraps ofLatin:
They had my Gold and Silver free,
I fear'd not any Dunner;
All Men was glad to deal with me,
When I was a Man of Honour.
I never kept myHawkesandHounds,Or Lew'd and Wanton Misses;I'd never sell or Mortgage Towns,To purchase Charming Kisses:Of those that seek their Prey by Night,Each cunning Female Fauner;My Lady was my Hearts Delight,When I was, &c.
I never kept myHawkesandHounds,
Or Lew'd and Wanton Misses;
I'd never sell or Mortgage Towns,
To purchase Charming Kisses:
Of those that seek their Prey by Night,
Each cunning Female Fauner;
My Lady was my Hearts Delight,
When I was, &c.
I never hid my Noble Head,For any Debt contracted;Nor from the Nation have I fled,For Treasons basely Acted:Nor did I in the least Rebel,To make my self a Runner:My Loyalty was known full well,When I was, &c.
I never hid my Noble Head,
For any Debt contracted;
Nor from the Nation have I fled,
For Treasons basely Acted:
Nor did I in the least Rebel,
To make my self a Runner:
My Loyalty was known full well,
When I was, &c.
I never did betray my trust,For Bribes more sweet than Honey;Nor was I false, or so unjust,To sink the Nations Money:MyLandsandLivingsto enlarge,By wronging each good Donor:I Built not at the Nation's Charge,When I was, &c.
I never did betray my trust,
For Bribes more sweet than Honey;
Nor was I false, or so unjust,
To sink the Nations Money:
MyLandsandLivingsto enlarge,
By wronging each good Donor:
I Built not at the Nation's Charge,
When I was, &c.
We find now in these latter Days,Some Men hath delegated;From Truth, and found out greedy ways,This should be regulated:And act henceforth with Heart and Hand,Oppose the Sons ofBonner;I lov'd my King and serv'd my Land,When I was, &c.
We find now in these latter Days,
Some Men hath delegated;
From Truth, and found out greedy ways,
This should be regulated:
And act henceforth with Heart and Hand,
Oppose the Sons ofBonner;
I lov'd my King and serv'd my Land,
When I was, &c.
For Bounty, Love and large Relief,For Noble Conversation;For easing the poor Widows Grief,In Times of Lamentation:For House of Hospitality,I'll challenge any Donor;There's few or none that can outvey,KingHenry'sMan of Honour.
For Bounty, Love and large Relief,
For Noble Conversation;
For easing the poor Widows Grief,
In Times of Lamentation:
For House of Hospitality,
I'll challenge any Donor;
There's few or none that can outvey,
KingHenry'sMan of Honour.