Chapter 10

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ATaylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation,When Cabbage was scarce and when Pocket was low,For the Sale of good Liquor pretended a Passion,To one that sold Ale in a Cuckoldy Row:Now a Louse made him Itch,Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.One Day she came up, when at Work in his Garret,To tell what he Ow'd, that his Store he might know;Says he it is all very right I declare it,Says she then I hope you will pay e'er I go?Now a Louse,&c.Says Prick-Louse my Jewel, I love you most dearly,My Breast every Minute still hotter does grow,I'll only says she for the Juice of my Barly,And other good Drink in my Cellar below:Now a Louse made him Itch,Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.Says he you mistake, 'tis for something that's better,Which I dare not Name, and you care not to show;Says she I'm afraid you are given to flatter,What is it you Mean, and pray where does it grow:Now a Louse,&c.Says he 'tis a Thing that has never a handle,'Tis hid in the Dark, and it lies pretty low;Says she then I fear that you must have a Candle,Or else the wrong way you may happen to go:Now a Louse,&c.Says he was it darker than ever was Charcole,Tho' I never was there, yet the way do I know;Says she if it be such a terrible dark Hole,Don't offer to Grope out your way to it so:Now a Louse,&c.Says he you shall see I will quickly be at it,For this is, oh this is the way that I'll go;Says she do not tousle me so for I hate it,I vow by and by you will make me cry oh:So they both went to work,Now a Kiss, then a Jirk,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.The Taylor arose when the business was over,Says he you will rub out the Score e'er you go;Says she I shall not pay so dear for a Lover,I'm not such a Fool I would have you to know:Now a Louse made him Itch,Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

ATaylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation,

When Cabbage was scarce and when Pocket was low,

For the Sale of good Liquor pretended a Passion,

To one that sold Ale in a Cuckoldy Row:

Now a Louse made him Itch,

Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,

And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

One Day she came up, when at Work in his Garret,To tell what he Ow'd, that his Store he might know;Says he it is all very right I declare it,Says she then I hope you will pay e'er I go?Now a Louse,&c.

One Day she came up, when at Work in his Garret,

To tell what he Ow'd, that his Store he might know;

Says he it is all very right I declare it,

Says she then I hope you will pay e'er I go?

Now a Louse,&c.

Says Prick-Louse my Jewel, I love you most dearly,My Breast every Minute still hotter does grow,I'll only says she for the Juice of my Barly,And other good Drink in my Cellar below:Now a Louse made him Itch,Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

Says Prick-Louse my Jewel, I love you most dearly,

My Breast every Minute still hotter does grow,

I'll only says she for the Juice of my Barly,

And other good Drink in my Cellar below:

Now a Louse made him Itch,

Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,

And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

Says he you mistake, 'tis for something that's better,Which I dare not Name, and you care not to show;Says she I'm afraid you are given to flatter,What is it you Mean, and pray where does it grow:Now a Louse,&c.

Says he you mistake, 'tis for something that's better,

Which I dare not Name, and you care not to show;

Says she I'm afraid you are given to flatter,

What is it you Mean, and pray where does it grow:

Now a Louse,&c.

Says he 'tis a Thing that has never a handle,'Tis hid in the Dark, and it lies pretty low;Says she then I fear that you must have a Candle,Or else the wrong way you may happen to go:Now a Louse,&c.

Says he 'tis a Thing that has never a handle,

'Tis hid in the Dark, and it lies pretty low;

Says she then I fear that you must have a Candle,

Or else the wrong way you may happen to go:

Now a Louse,&c.

Says he was it darker than ever was Charcole,Tho' I never was there, yet the way do I know;Says she if it be such a terrible dark Hole,Don't offer to Grope out your way to it so:Now a Louse,&c.

Says he was it darker than ever was Charcole,

Tho' I never was there, yet the way do I know;

Says she if it be such a terrible dark Hole,

Don't offer to Grope out your way to it so:

Now a Louse,&c.

Says he you shall see I will quickly be at it,For this is, oh this is the way that I'll go;Says she do not tousle me so for I hate it,I vow by and by you will make me cry oh:So they both went to work,Now a Kiss, then a Jirk,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

Says he you shall see I will quickly be at it,

For this is, oh this is the way that I'll go;

Says she do not tousle me so for I hate it,

I vow by and by you will make me cry oh:

So they both went to work,

Now a Kiss, then a Jirk,

And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

The Taylor arose when the business was over,Says he you will rub out the Score e'er you go;Says she I shall not pay so dear for a Lover,I'm not such a Fool I would have you to know:Now a Louse made him Itch,Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

The Taylor arose when the business was over,

Says he you will rub out the Score e'er you go;

Says she I shall not pay so dear for a Lover,

I'm not such a Fool I would have you to know:

Now a Louse made him Itch,

Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,

And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.

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Quaker.MYFriend thy Beauty seemeth good,We Righteous have our failings;I'm Flesh and Blood, methinks I cou'd,Wert thou but free from Ailings.Harlot.Believe me Sir I'm newly broach'd,And never have been in yet;I vow and swear I ne'er was touch'd,By Man 'till this day sennight.Quaker.Then prithee Friend, now prithee do,Nay, let us not defer it;And I'll be kind to thee when thouHast laid the Evil Spirit.Harlot.I vow I won't, indeed I shan't,Unless I've Money first, Sir;For if I ever trust a Saint,I wish I may be curst, Sir.Quaker.I cannot like the Wicked say,I Love thee and Adore thee,And therefore thou wilt make me pay,So here is Six pence for thee.Harlot.Confound you for a stingyWhig,Do ye think I live by Stealing;Farewel you Puritannick Prig,I scorn to take your Shilling.

Quaker.MYFriend thy Beauty seemeth good,We Righteous have our failings;I'm Flesh and Blood, methinks I cou'd,Wert thou but free from Ailings.

Quaker.

MYFriend thy Beauty seemeth good,

We Righteous have our failings;

I'm Flesh and Blood, methinks I cou'd,

Wert thou but free from Ailings.

Harlot.Believe me Sir I'm newly broach'd,And never have been in yet;I vow and swear I ne'er was touch'd,By Man 'till this day sennight.

Harlot.Believe me Sir I'm newly broach'd,

And never have been in yet;

I vow and swear I ne'er was touch'd,

By Man 'till this day sennight.

Quaker.Then prithee Friend, now prithee do,Nay, let us not defer it;And I'll be kind to thee when thouHast laid the Evil Spirit.

Quaker.Then prithee Friend, now prithee do,

Nay, let us not defer it;

And I'll be kind to thee when thou

Hast laid the Evil Spirit.

Harlot.I vow I won't, indeed I shan't,Unless I've Money first, Sir;For if I ever trust a Saint,I wish I may be curst, Sir.

Harlot.I vow I won't, indeed I shan't,

Unless I've Money first, Sir;

For if I ever trust a Saint,

I wish I may be curst, Sir.

Quaker.I cannot like the Wicked say,I Love thee and Adore thee,And therefore thou wilt make me pay,So here is Six pence for thee.

Quaker.I cannot like the Wicked say,

I Love thee and Adore thee,

And therefore thou wilt make me pay,

So here is Six pence for thee.

Harlot.Confound you for a stingyWhig,Do ye think I live by Stealing;Farewel you Puritannick Prig,I scorn to take your Shilling.

Harlot.Confound you for a stingyWhig,

Do ye think I live by Stealing;

Farewel you Puritannick Prig,

I scorn to take your Shilling.

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LAISwhen youLye wrapp'd in Charms,In your Spouses Arms,How can you deny,The Youth to try,What is his due.Sure you ne'er haveBeen touch'd by Man,That you ne'er can,Admit the Slave.Come let him in,And if he doesNot pay what he owes,Ne'er trust the Fool again.Let another Spark supply his Place,For a Woman should not want;And Nature sure ne'er made a Man so base,But with asking he would grant:But if all Mankind were agreed to spoil your Race,ByJovemy Dear they shan't.

LAISwhen youLye wrapp'd in Charms,In your Spouses Arms,How can you deny,The Youth to try,What is his due.

LAISwhen you

Lye wrapp'd in Charms,

In your Spouses Arms,

How can you deny,

The Youth to try,

What is his due.

Sure you ne'er haveBeen touch'd by Man,That you ne'er can,Admit the Slave.

Sure you ne'er have

Been touch'd by Man,

That you ne'er can,

Admit the Slave.

Come let him in,And if he doesNot pay what he owes,Ne'er trust the Fool again.

Come let him in,

And if he does

Not pay what he owes,

Ne'er trust the Fool again.

Let another Spark supply his Place,For a Woman should not want;And Nature sure ne'er made a Man so base,But with asking he would grant:But if all Mankind were agreed to spoil your Race,ByJovemy Dear they shan't.

Let another Spark supply his Place,

For a Woman should not want;

And Nature sure ne'er made a Man so base,

But with asking he would grant:

But if all Mankind were agreed to spoil your Race,

ByJovemy Dear they shan't.

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AComely Dame ofIslington,Had got a leaky Copper;The Hole that let the Liquor run,Was wanting of a Stopper:A JollyTinkerundertook,And promised her most fairly;With a thump thump thump, and knick knack knock,To do her Business rarely.He turn'd the Vessel to the Ground,Says he a good old Copper;But well may't Leak, for I have foundA Hole in't that's a whopper:But never doubt aTinkersstroke,Altho' he's black and surly,With a thump thump thump,&c.He'll do your Business purely.The Man of Mettle open'd wide,His Budget's mouth to please her,Says he this Tool we oft employ'd,About such Jobbs as these are:With that the JollyTinkertook,A Stroke or two most kindly;With a thump thump thump,&c.He did her Business finely.As soon as Crock had done the Feat,He cry'd 'tis very hot ho;This thrifty Labour makes me Sweat,Here, gi's a cooling Pot ho:Says she bestow the other Stroke,Before you take your Farewel;With a thump thump thump,&c.And you may drink a Barrel.

AComely Dame ofIslington,

Had got a leaky Copper;

The Hole that let the Liquor run,

Was wanting of a Stopper:

A JollyTinkerundertook,

And promised her most fairly;

With a thump thump thump, and knick knack knock,

To do her Business rarely.

He turn'd the Vessel to the Ground,Says he a good old Copper;But well may't Leak, for I have foundA Hole in't that's a whopper:But never doubt aTinkersstroke,Altho' he's black and surly,With a thump thump thump,&c.He'll do your Business purely.

He turn'd the Vessel to the Ground,

Says he a good old Copper;

But well may't Leak, for I have found

A Hole in't that's a whopper:

But never doubt aTinkersstroke,

Altho' he's black and surly,

With a thump thump thump,&c.

He'll do your Business purely.

The Man of Mettle open'd wide,His Budget's mouth to please her,Says he this Tool we oft employ'd,About such Jobbs as these are:With that the JollyTinkertook,A Stroke or two most kindly;With a thump thump thump,&c.He did her Business finely.

The Man of Mettle open'd wide,

His Budget's mouth to please her,

Says he this Tool we oft employ'd,

About such Jobbs as these are:

With that the JollyTinkertook,

A Stroke or two most kindly;

With a thump thump thump,&c.

He did her Business finely.

As soon as Crock had done the Feat,He cry'd 'tis very hot ho;This thrifty Labour makes me Sweat,Here, gi's a cooling Pot ho:Says she bestow the other Stroke,Before you take your Farewel;With a thump thump thump,&c.And you may drink a Barrel.

As soon as Crock had done the Feat,

He cry'd 'tis very hot ho;

This thrifty Labour makes me Sweat,

Here, gi's a cooling Pot ho:

Says she bestow the other Stroke,

Before you take your Farewel;

With a thump thump thump,&c.

And you may drink a Barrel.

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I'LLpress, I'll bless thee Charming fair,Thou Darling of my Heart;I'll press, I'll bless thee Charming fair,Thou darling of my Heart:I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,And Doat on every Part.I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,And Doat on every Part!I'll bless thee now thou Darling,Thou Darling of my Heart;I'll bless thee now,&c.With fond excess of Pleasure,I'll make the Panting cry, Panting cry;Then wisely use your Treasure,Then wisely use your Treasure,Refusing, still comply.

I'LLpress, I'll bless thee Charming fair,Thou Darling of my Heart;I'll press, I'll bless thee Charming fair,Thou darling of my Heart:I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,And Doat on every Part.

I'LLpress, I'll bless thee Charming fair,

Thou Darling of my Heart;

I'll press, I'll bless thee Charming fair,

Thou darling of my Heart:

I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,

And Doat on every Part.

I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,And Doat on every Part!I'll bless thee now thou Darling,Thou Darling of my Heart;I'll bless thee now,&c.

I'll clasp, I'll grasp thee close my Dear,

And Doat on every Part!

I'll bless thee now thou Darling,

Thou Darling of my Heart;

I'll bless thee now,&c.

With fond excess of Pleasure,I'll make the Panting cry, Panting cry;Then wisely use your Treasure,Then wisely use your Treasure,Refusing, still comply.

With fond excess of Pleasure,

I'll make the Panting cry, Panting cry;

Then wisely use your Treasure,

Refusing, still comply.

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WHATshall I do, I've lost my Heart,'Tis gone, 'tis gone I know not whither;Love cut its strings,Then lent it WingsAnd both are flown together:Fair Ladies tell for Love's sweet sake,Did any of you find it?Come, come it lies,In your Lips or Eyes,Tho' you'll not please to mind it.But if't be lost,Then farewel Frost,I will enquire no more;For Ladies theySteal Hearts away,But only to restore:For Ladies they, &c.

WHATshall I do, I've lost my Heart,

'Tis gone, 'tis gone I know not whither;

Love cut its strings,

Then lent it Wings

And both are flown together:

Fair Ladies tell for Love's sweet sake,

Did any of you find it?

Come, come it lies,

In your Lips or Eyes,

Tho' you'll not please to mind it.

But if't be lost,Then farewel Frost,I will enquire no more;For Ladies theySteal Hearts away,But only to restore:For Ladies they, &c.

But if't be lost,

Then farewel Frost,

I will enquire no more;

For Ladies they

Steal Hearts away,

But only to restore:

For Ladies they, &c.

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CHLORIScan youForgive the fault that I have done;Chloriscan youForgive me when I sue,Faith it is true,That had you let me farther gone,I had ruin'd you,And mischiev'd my self too:Yet I ne'er shouldHave ventur'd on a Maid so Chast,Had not your Eye,Shot thro' my Soul,And conjur'd all the Sense away,That there did lye.

CHLORIScan you

Forgive the fault that I have done;

Chloriscan you

Forgive me when I sue,

Faith it is true,

That had you let me farther gone,

I had ruin'd you,

And mischiev'd my self too:

Yet I ne'er should

Have ventur'd on a Maid so Chast,

Had not your Eye,

Shot thro' my Soul,

And conjur'd all the Sense away,

That there did lye.

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WHENI was in the low Country,When I was in the low Country;What slices of Pudding and pieces of Bread,My Mother gave me when I was in need.My Mother she killed a good fat Hog,She made such Puddings would choak a Dog;And I shall ne'er forget 'till I dee,What lumps of Pudding my Mother gave me.She hung them up upon a Pin,The Fat run out and the Maggots crept in;If you won't believe me you may go and see,What lumps,&c.And every Day my Mother would cry,Come stuff your Belly Girl until you die;'Twou'd make you to laugh if you were to see,What lumps,&c.I no sooner at Night was got into Bed,But she all in kindness would come with speed;She gave me such parcels I thought I should dee,With eating of Pudding,&c.At last I Rambled abroad and then,I met in my Frolick an honest Man;Quoth he my dearPhilliI'll give unto thee,Such Pudding you never did see.Said I honest Man, I thank thee most kind,And as he told me indeed I did find;He gave me a lump which did so agree,One bit was worth all my Mother gave me.

WHENI was in the low Country,When I was in the low Country;What slices of Pudding and pieces of Bread,My Mother gave me when I was in need.

WHENI was in the low Country,

When I was in the low Country;

What slices of Pudding and pieces of Bread,

My Mother gave me when I was in need.

My Mother she killed a good fat Hog,She made such Puddings would choak a Dog;And I shall ne'er forget 'till I dee,What lumps of Pudding my Mother gave me.

My Mother she killed a good fat Hog,

She made such Puddings would choak a Dog;

And I shall ne'er forget 'till I dee,

What lumps of Pudding my Mother gave me.

She hung them up upon a Pin,The Fat run out and the Maggots crept in;If you won't believe me you may go and see,What lumps,&c.

She hung them up upon a Pin,

The Fat run out and the Maggots crept in;

If you won't believe me you may go and see,

What lumps,&c.

And every Day my Mother would cry,Come stuff your Belly Girl until you die;'Twou'd make you to laugh if you were to see,What lumps,&c.

And every Day my Mother would cry,

Come stuff your Belly Girl until you die;

'Twou'd make you to laugh if you were to see,

What lumps,&c.

I no sooner at Night was got into Bed,But she all in kindness would come with speed;She gave me such parcels I thought I should dee,With eating of Pudding,&c.

I no sooner at Night was got into Bed,

But she all in kindness would come with speed;

She gave me such parcels I thought I should dee,

With eating of Pudding,&c.

At last I Rambled abroad and then,I met in my Frolick an honest Man;Quoth he my dearPhilliI'll give unto thee,Such Pudding you never did see.

At last I Rambled abroad and then,

I met in my Frolick an honest Man;

Quoth he my dearPhilliI'll give unto thee,

Such Pudding you never did see.

Said I honest Man, I thank thee most kind,And as he told me indeed I did find;He gave me a lump which did so agree,One bit was worth all my Mother gave me.

Said I honest Man, I thank thee most kind,

And as he told me indeed I did find;

He gave me a lump which did so agree,

One bit was worth all my Mother gave me.

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WALKup to Virtue Strait,And from all Vice retire;Turn not on this Hand nor on that,To compass thy Desire.Side not with wicked ones,Nor such as are Prophane;But side with good and goodly ones,That come fromAmsterdam.Arm not thy self with Pride,That's not the way to Bliss;But Arm thy self with holy Zeal,And take this loving Kiss.

WALKup to Virtue Strait,And from all Vice retire;Turn not on this Hand nor on that,To compass thy Desire.

WALKup to Virtue Strait,

And from all Vice retire;

Turn not on this Hand nor on that,

To compass thy Desire.

Side not with wicked ones,Nor such as are Prophane;But side with good and goodly ones,That come fromAmsterdam.

Side not with wicked ones,

Nor such as are Prophane;

But side with good and goodly ones,

That come fromAmsterdam.

Arm not thy self with Pride,That's not the way to Bliss;But Arm thy self with holy Zeal,And take this loving Kiss.

Arm not thy self with Pride,

That's not the way to Bliss;

But Arm thy self with holy Zeal,

And take this loving Kiss.

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LORENZOyou amuse the Town,And with your Charms undo, Sir;Laurindacan resist a Frown,But must not be from you, Sir:You make them all resign their Hearts,And fix their Eyes a gazing;ThePorcupinehas not more Darts,From every part amazing.You Bill and Cooe when you are kind,And happy's the Nymph believes you;You are true, but you are not Blind,For never a Nymph deceives you;Tho' she were naught, you'll ne'er be caught,But still have your Wits about you;You're a Hero, and you have Fought,There's ne'er a Hector can flout you.You are good, and you are bad,And you can be what you please, Sir;You are an honest trusty Lad,And I'll Wager ne'er had the Disease, Sir:Then here's to you, a Glass or two,For farther I dare not venture;And then my Dear I bid thee adieu,For I must be now a Dissenter.

LORENZOyou amuse the Town,

And with your Charms undo, Sir;

Laurindacan resist a Frown,

But must not be from you, Sir:

You make them all resign their Hearts,

And fix their Eyes a gazing;

ThePorcupinehas not more Darts,

From every part amazing.

You Bill and Cooe when you are kind,And happy's the Nymph believes you;You are true, but you are not Blind,For never a Nymph deceives you;Tho' she were naught, you'll ne'er be caught,But still have your Wits about you;You're a Hero, and you have Fought,There's ne'er a Hector can flout you.

You Bill and Cooe when you are kind,

And happy's the Nymph believes you;

You are true, but you are not Blind,

For never a Nymph deceives you;

Tho' she were naught, you'll ne'er be caught,

But still have your Wits about you;

You're a Hero, and you have Fought,

There's ne'er a Hector can flout you.

You are good, and you are bad,And you can be what you please, Sir;You are an honest trusty Lad,And I'll Wager ne'er had the Disease, Sir:Then here's to you, a Glass or two,For farther I dare not venture;And then my Dear I bid thee adieu,For I must be now a Dissenter.

You are good, and you are bad,

And you can be what you please, Sir;

You are an honest trusty Lad,

And I'll Wager ne'er had the Disease, Sir:

Then here's to you, a Glass or two,

For farther I dare not venture;

And then my Dear I bid thee adieu,

For I must be now a Dissenter.

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AH!how happy's he,Lives from drinking free,Can enjoy his Humour, Paper and his Pen;Nor ensnar'd with Wine,Or some Whores design,But in harmless Sonnets thinking does ever mend;Prigs shall never vex him,Pox shall ne'er perplex him,If his Pocket's full, sits down and counts his Joy;If it be not so,Takes a Tune or two,'Till by wise Content, his trouble does destroy.When a Monarch reels,He his Thoughts conceals,WhetherWhigorTory, never does express;With a sober DoseOfCoffeefunks his Nose,And reading all the News does leave the World to guess:But when his Noddle's full,O then he hugs his Soul,And homeward flush'd with Joy does trudge apace,When on Pillow laid,Then with Mind display'dArgues with himself the Queen and Nation's Case.

AH!how happy's he,

Lives from drinking free,

Can enjoy his Humour, Paper and his Pen;

Nor ensnar'd with Wine,

Or some Whores design,

But in harmless Sonnets thinking does ever mend;

Prigs shall never vex him,

Pox shall ne'er perplex him,

If his Pocket's full, sits down and counts his Joy;

If it be not so,

Takes a Tune or two,

'Till by wise Content, his trouble does destroy.

When a Monarch reels,He his Thoughts conceals,WhetherWhigorTory, never does express;With a sober DoseOfCoffeefunks his Nose,And reading all the News does leave the World to guess:But when his Noddle's full,O then he hugs his Soul,And homeward flush'd with Joy does trudge apace,When on Pillow laid,Then with Mind display'dArgues with himself the Queen and Nation's Case.

When a Monarch reels,

He his Thoughts conceals,

WhetherWhigorTory, never does express;

With a sober Dose

OfCoffeefunks his Nose,

And reading all the News does leave the World to guess:

But when his Noddle's full,

O then he hugs his Soul,

And homeward flush'd with Joy does trudge apace,

When on Pillow laid,

Then with Mind display'd

Argues with himself the Queen and Nation's Case.

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HADI but Love,I'd quit all Treasure,Had I but Love,I'd Envy none above:Camp and Court,Have no such Pleasure;Camp and Court,Have both such pretty Sport.Wo. Let me alone, let me alone,Says the Fool,Or I'll cry out, Sir;Man. Prithee do, prithee do,With all my Soul,But you shan't stir.Such is Love,And such is living,Such is Love,And such was mightyJove:Gods and Kings,Have both been contriving,Gods and Kings,To catch these pretty things.Wo. Let me go, what d'ye do, pray forbear,Alass I cannot bear it;Man. Hold your Tongue, hold your Tongue,Never fear you peevish Chit.

HADI but Love,I'd quit all Treasure,Had I but Love,I'd Envy none above:Camp and Court,Have no such Pleasure;Camp and Court,Have both such pretty Sport.

HADI but Love,

I'd quit all Treasure,

Had I but Love,

I'd Envy none above:

Camp and Court,

Have no such Pleasure;

Camp and Court,

Have both such pretty Sport.

Wo. Let me alone, let me alone,Says the Fool,Or I'll cry out, Sir;Man. Prithee do, prithee do,With all my Soul,But you shan't stir.

Wo. Let me alone, let me alone,

Says the Fool,

Or I'll cry out, Sir;

Man. Prithee do, prithee do,

With all my Soul,

But you shan't stir.

Such is Love,And such is living,Such is Love,And such was mightyJove:Gods and Kings,Have both been contriving,Gods and Kings,To catch these pretty things.

Such is Love,

And such is living,

Such is Love,

And such was mightyJove:

Gods and Kings,

Have both been contriving,

Gods and Kings,

To catch these pretty things.

Wo. Let me go, what d'ye do, pray forbear,Alass I cannot bear it;Man. Hold your Tongue, hold your Tongue,Never fear you peevish Chit.

Wo. Let me go, what d'ye do, pray forbear,

Alass I cannot bear it;

Man. Hold your Tongue, hold your Tongue,

Never fear you peevish Chit.

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LOVE's Passion never knew 'till this,A blissful Happiness like mine;With Joy nowCæliacrowns my wish,AndCupidboth our Hearts does joyn:With Joy nowCæliacrowns my wish.AndCupidboth our Hearts does joyn.Whene'er our Hearts dart fiery Beams,Fierce as the pangs of our Desires;The meeting Glances kindle flamesMore pure than fancyed fires:ThenCælialet's no Pleasure want,To perfect the most happy State;The bliss you fear too soon to grant,You'll rather think enjoyed too late.

LOVE's Passion never knew 'till this,

A blissful Happiness like mine;

With Joy nowCæliacrowns my wish,

AndCupidboth our Hearts does joyn:

With Joy nowCæliacrowns my wish.

AndCupidboth our Hearts does joyn.

Whene'er our Hearts dart fiery Beams,Fierce as the pangs of our Desires;The meeting Glances kindle flamesMore pure than fancyed fires:ThenCælialet's no Pleasure want,To perfect the most happy State;The bliss you fear too soon to grant,You'll rather think enjoyed too late.

Whene'er our Hearts dart fiery Beams,

Fierce as the pangs of our Desires;

The meeting Glances kindle flames

More pure than fancyed fires:

ThenCælialet's no Pleasure want,

To perfect the most happy State;

The bliss you fear too soon to grant,

You'll rather think enjoyed too late.

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CÆLIAbe not too complying,Ease not soon a Lovers pain;Love increases by denying,Soon we leave what soon we gain.Cæliabe not too complying, &c.If in Courtship you're delighting,And wou'd no Adorer loose;Let your looks be still inviting,But your Vertue still refuse.Let your looks be still inviting, &c.

CÆLIAbe not too complying,Ease not soon a Lovers pain;Love increases by denying,Soon we leave what soon we gain.Cæliabe not too complying, &c.

CÆLIAbe not too complying,

Ease not soon a Lovers pain;

Love increases by denying,

Soon we leave what soon we gain.

Cæliabe not too complying, &c.

If in Courtship you're delighting,And wou'd no Adorer loose;Let your looks be still inviting,But your Vertue still refuse.Let your looks be still inviting, &c.

If in Courtship you're delighting,

And wou'd no Adorer loose;

Let your looks be still inviting,

But your Vertue still refuse.

Let your looks be still inviting, &c.

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ALittle Love may prove a Pleasure,Too great a Passion is a Pain;When we our Flame by reason measure,Blest is our Fate, and light our Chain:Who then would long a Slave remain?True Hearts are like a Fairy Treasure,Talk'd of, but ever sought in vain;A little Love may prove a Pleasure,Too great a Passion is a Pain.

ALittle Love may prove a Pleasure,

Too great a Passion is a Pain;

When we our Flame by reason measure,

Blest is our Fate, and light our Chain:

Who then would long a Slave remain?

True Hearts are like a Fairy Treasure,

Talk'd of, but ever sought in vain;

A little Love may prove a Pleasure,

Too great a Passion is a Pain.

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WHENfirst I lay'd Siege to myChloris,When first I lay'd Siege to myChloris:Cannon Oaths I brought down,To batter the Town,And boom'd her with amorous Stories.Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her,Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her;And sometimes a Song,Went whistling along,Yet still I was never the nigher.At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,That if I lik'd the Life,She would be my Wife,But she would be no Man's Strumpet.I told her thatMarswou'd ne'er Marry,I told her thatMarswou'd ne'er Marry;I swore by my Scars,Got in Combates and Wars,That I'd rather dig Stones in a Quarry.At length she granted the Favour,At length she granted the Favour;With the dull Curse,For better for worse,And saved the Parson the Labour.

WHENfirst I lay'd Siege to myChloris,When first I lay'd Siege to myChloris:Cannon Oaths I brought down,To batter the Town,And boom'd her with amorous Stories.

WHENfirst I lay'd Siege to myChloris,

When first I lay'd Siege to myChloris:

Cannon Oaths I brought down,

To batter the Town,

And boom'd her with amorous Stories.

Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her,Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her;And sometimes a Song,Went whistling along,Yet still I was never the nigher.

Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her,

Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her;

And sometimes a Song,

Went whistling along,

Yet still I was never the nigher.

At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,That if I lik'd the Life,She would be my Wife,But she would be no Man's Strumpet.

At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,

That if I lik'd the Life,

She would be my Wife,

But she would be no Man's Strumpet.

I told her thatMarswou'd ne'er Marry,I told her thatMarswou'd ne'er Marry;I swore by my Scars,Got in Combates and Wars,That I'd rather dig Stones in a Quarry.

I told her thatMarswou'd ne'er Marry,

I told her thatMarswou'd ne'er Marry;

I swore by my Scars,

Got in Combates and Wars,

That I'd rather dig Stones in a Quarry.

At length she granted the Favour,At length she granted the Favour;With the dull Curse,For better for worse,And saved the Parson the Labour.

At length she granted the Favour,

At length she granted the Favour;

With the dull Curse,

For better for worse,

And saved the Parson the Labour.

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WHYalas do you now leave me,You who vow'd a Love so true;Can you hope whilst you deceive me,Others will be just to you?Oh you know what you forsake,You're pursuing,My undoing,But you know not what you take.Is your fit of Passion over,Will you Kill me dear unkind;Is your Heart then such a Rover,As no Vows, no Oaths can bind:Hear at least my last adieu,See me lying,See me dying,And remember 'tis for you.

WHYalas do you now leave me,

You who vow'd a Love so true;

Can you hope whilst you deceive me,

Others will be just to you?

Oh you know what you forsake,

You're pursuing,

My undoing,

But you know not what you take.

Is your fit of Passion over,Will you Kill me dear unkind;Is your Heart then such a Rover,As no Vows, no Oaths can bind:Hear at least my last adieu,See me lying,See me dying,And remember 'tis for you.

Is your fit of Passion over,

Will you Kill me dear unkind;

Is your Heart then such a Rover,

As no Vows, no Oaths can bind:

Hear at least my last adieu,

See me lying,

See me dying,

And remember 'tis for you.

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WHENBeauty such as yours has mov'd desires,A kind return, a kind return,Should raise the glowing Fires;But tho' you hate me, I am stillDevoted wholly to your Will:Not all your Frowns can quench my Flame,My Love is something more than Name,And as it ought, will ever, ever be the same.

WHENBeauty such as yours has mov'd desires,

A kind return, a kind return,

Should raise the glowing Fires;

But tho' you hate me, I am still

Devoted wholly to your Will:

Not all your Frowns can quench my Flame,

My Love is something more than Name,

And as it ought, will ever, ever be the same.

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SEEbleeding at your Feet there lies,One murder'd by Disdain;That Heart you wounded with your Eyes,Is by your Rigour slain:Expiring now I cannot live,Death no delay will brook,Unless some pitying word you give,Or kind relenting Look,Or kind relenting Look.For then from Fate by Rapture born,And taken from your Arms;The Heart thus rescued from your Scorn,I'll offer to your Charms:Love's eager Rites, I'll then pursue,And Sacrificing dye;Altar and Beauteous Goddess you,And Priest, and Victim I.

SEEbleeding at your Feet there lies,

One murder'd by Disdain;

That Heart you wounded with your Eyes,

Is by your Rigour slain:

Expiring now I cannot live,

Death no delay will brook,

Unless some pitying word you give,

Or kind relenting Look,

Or kind relenting Look.

For then from Fate by Rapture born,And taken from your Arms;The Heart thus rescued from your Scorn,I'll offer to your Charms:Love's eager Rites, I'll then pursue,And Sacrificing dye;Altar and Beauteous Goddess you,And Priest, and Victim I.

For then from Fate by Rapture born,

And taken from your Arms;

The Heart thus rescued from your Scorn,

I'll offer to your Charms:

Love's eager Rites, I'll then pursue,

And Sacrificing dye;

Altar and Beauteous Goddess you,

And Priest, and Victim I.

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NOWI'm resolv'd to Love no more,But Sleep by Night, and Drink by Day;Your CoynessChlorispray give o'er,And turn your tempting Eyes away:I'll place no happiness of mine,On fading Beauty still to court;And say she's glorious and divine,When there's in Drinking better sport.Love has no more Prerogative,To make me desperate Courses take;Nor me ofBacchusJoys deprive,For them IVenuswill forsake:Despise the feeble Nets she lays,And scorn the Man she can o'ercome;In Drinking we see happy Days,But in a fruitless Passion none.'Tis Wine alone that cheers the Soul,But Love and Women make us sad;I'm merry while I court the Bowl,Whilst he that Courts his Madam's mad.Then fill it up Boys to the brim,Since in it we refreshment find;Come here's a Bumper unto him,That courts good Wine, not Woman-kind.

NOWI'm resolv'd to Love no more,

But Sleep by Night, and Drink by Day;

Your CoynessChlorispray give o'er,

And turn your tempting Eyes away:

I'll place no happiness of mine,

On fading Beauty still to court;

And say she's glorious and divine,

When there's in Drinking better sport.

Love has no more Prerogative,To make me desperate Courses take;Nor me ofBacchusJoys deprive,For them IVenuswill forsake:Despise the feeble Nets she lays,And scorn the Man she can o'ercome;In Drinking we see happy Days,But in a fruitless Passion none.

Love has no more Prerogative,

To make me desperate Courses take;

Nor me ofBacchusJoys deprive,

For them IVenuswill forsake:

Despise the feeble Nets she lays,

And scorn the Man she can o'ercome;

In Drinking we see happy Days,

But in a fruitless Passion none.

'Tis Wine alone that cheers the Soul,But Love and Women make us sad;I'm merry while I court the Bowl,Whilst he that Courts his Madam's mad.Then fill it up Boys to the brim,Since in it we refreshment find;Come here's a Bumper unto him,That courts good Wine, not Woman-kind.

'Tis Wine alone that cheers the Soul,

But Love and Women make us sad;

I'm merry while I court the Bowl,

Whilst he that Courts his Madam's mad.

Then fill it up Boys to the brim,

Since in it we refreshment find;

Come here's a Bumper unto him,

That courts good Wine, not Woman-kind.

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WHENcrafty Fowlers would surprize,The harmonious Lark that soars on highIt is by glancing in his Eyes,The Sun-shine Rays which draws him nigh:It is by, &c.Charm'd with Reflections from the Glase,He flies with eager hasty speed;Ceasing the Musick of his Lays,Into the Nets the Fowler spread.So whenClemeliawould obtain,The Prey her Fancy most desires;She spreads her Dress like Nets in vain,And all her Youthful gay attires.'Till watching Opportunity,She throws an Amorous charming Glance,Then to her Net the Youth does flie,And lies entangled in a Trance.

WHENcrafty Fowlers would surprize,The harmonious Lark that soars on highIt is by glancing in his Eyes,The Sun-shine Rays which draws him nigh:It is by, &c.

WHENcrafty Fowlers would surprize,

The harmonious Lark that soars on high

It is by glancing in his Eyes,

The Sun-shine Rays which draws him nigh:

It is by, &c.

Charm'd with Reflections from the Glase,He flies with eager hasty speed;Ceasing the Musick of his Lays,Into the Nets the Fowler spread.

Charm'd with Reflections from the Glase,

He flies with eager hasty speed;

Ceasing the Musick of his Lays,

Into the Nets the Fowler spread.

So whenClemeliawould obtain,The Prey her Fancy most desires;She spreads her Dress like Nets in vain,And all her Youthful gay attires.

So whenClemeliawould obtain,

The Prey her Fancy most desires;

She spreads her Dress like Nets in vain,

And all her Youthful gay attires.

'Till watching Opportunity,She throws an Amorous charming Glance,Then to her Net the Youth does flie,And lies entangled in a Trance.

'Till watching Opportunity,

She throws an Amorous charming Glance,

Then to her Net the Youth does flie,

And lies entangled in a Trance.

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BOASTINGFops who court the Fair,For the Fame of being lov'd;You who daily prating areOf the Hearts your Charms have mov'd,Still be vain in talk and dress,But while Shadows you pursue;Own that some who boast it less,May be blest as much as you.Love and Birding are Ally'd,Baits and Nets alike they have;The same Arts in both are try'd,The unwary to inslave;If in each you'd happy prove,Without Noise still watch your way;For in Birding and in Love,While we talk it flies away.

BOASTINGFops who court the Fair,

For the Fame of being lov'd;

You who daily prating are

Of the Hearts your Charms have mov'd,

Still be vain in talk and dress,

But while Shadows you pursue;

Own that some who boast it less,

May be blest as much as you.

Love and Birding are Ally'd,Baits and Nets alike they have;The same Arts in both are try'd,The unwary to inslave;If in each you'd happy prove,Without Noise still watch your way;For in Birding and in Love,While we talk it flies away.

Love and Birding are Ally'd,

Baits and Nets alike they have;

The same Arts in both are try'd,

The unwary to inslave;

If in each you'd happy prove,

Without Noise still watch your way;

For in Birding and in Love,

While we talk it flies away.

MUSTLove, that Tyrant of the Breast,Have all our Songs, have all our Hours;Whilst he alone disturbs our Rest,And with his Cares our Hearts devours,And with his Cares our Hearts devours:No more let's blame ignoble Souls,Who doat on Arbitrary Powers;Since cruel Love our Wills controuls,Yet all the World, yet all the World the Toy adores.For shame let's break the feeble Bonds,And our old Liberty regain;Love against Reason seldom stands,Whenever that sways, its Power is vain:When Man the prize of Freedom knows,Cupidis easily out-brav'd;The Bug-bear only conquers those,Who fondly seek to be enslav'd.

MUSTLove, that Tyrant of the Breast,

Have all our Songs, have all our Hours;

Whilst he alone disturbs our Rest,

And with his Cares our Hearts devours,

And with his Cares our Hearts devours:

No more let's blame ignoble Souls,

Who doat on Arbitrary Powers;

Since cruel Love our Wills controuls,

Yet all the World, yet all the World the Toy adores.

For shame let's break the feeble Bonds,And our old Liberty regain;Love against Reason seldom stands,Whenever that sways, its Power is vain:When Man the prize of Freedom knows,Cupidis easily out-brav'd;The Bug-bear only conquers those,Who fondly seek to be enslav'd.

For shame let's break the feeble Bonds,

And our old Liberty regain;

Love against Reason seldom stands,

Whenever that sways, its Power is vain:

When Man the prize of Freedom knows,

Cupidis easily out-brav'd;

The Bug-bear only conquers those,

Who fondly seek to be enslav'd.

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GOODmorrow GossipJoan,Where have you been a Walking?I have for you at Home,A Budget full of Talking,GossipJoan.My Sparrow's flown away,And will no more come to me;I've broke a Glass to Day,The Price will quite undo me,GossipJoan.I'velost aHarryGroat,Was left me by my Granny;I cannot find it out,I've search'd in every Cranny,GossipJoan.My Goose has laid away,I know not what's the Reason;My Hen has hatch'd to Day,A Week before the Season,GossipJoan.I've lost my Wedding-Ring,That was made of Silver gilt;I had Drink would please a King,And the whorish Cat has spill'd it,GossipJoan.My Duck has eat a Snail,And is not that a Wonder;The HORNS bud out at Tail,And have split her Rump asunder,GossipJoan.My Pocket is cut off,That was full of Sugar-candy;I cannot stop my Cough,Without a Gill of Brandy,GossipJoan.O I am sick at Heart,Therefore pray give me some Ginger;I cannot Sneeze or Fart,Therefore pray put in Finger,GossipJoan.O pitty, pitty me,Or I shall go Distracted;I have cry'd 'till I can't see,To think how things are acted,GossipJoan.Let's to the Ale-house go,And wash down all my Sorrow;My Griefs you there shall know,And we'll meet again to morrow,GossipJoan.

GOODmorrow GossipJoan,Where have you been a Walking?I have for you at Home,A Budget full of Talking,GossipJoan.

GOODmorrow GossipJoan,

Where have you been a Walking?

I have for you at Home,

A Budget full of Talking,

GossipJoan.

My Sparrow's flown away,And will no more come to me;I've broke a Glass to Day,The Price will quite undo me,GossipJoan.

My Sparrow's flown away,

And will no more come to me;

I've broke a Glass to Day,

The Price will quite undo me,

GossipJoan.

I'velost aHarryGroat,Was left me by my Granny;I cannot find it out,I've search'd in every Cranny,GossipJoan.

I'velost aHarryGroat,

Was left me by my Granny;

I cannot find it out,

I've search'd in every Cranny,

GossipJoan.

My Goose has laid away,I know not what's the Reason;My Hen has hatch'd to Day,A Week before the Season,GossipJoan.

My Goose has laid away,

I know not what's the Reason;

My Hen has hatch'd to Day,

A Week before the Season,

GossipJoan.

I've lost my Wedding-Ring,That was made of Silver gilt;I had Drink would please a King,And the whorish Cat has spill'd it,GossipJoan.

I've lost my Wedding-Ring,

That was made of Silver gilt;

I had Drink would please a King,

And the whorish Cat has spill'd it,

GossipJoan.

My Duck has eat a Snail,And is not that a Wonder;The HORNS bud out at Tail,And have split her Rump asunder,GossipJoan.

My Duck has eat a Snail,

And is not that a Wonder;

The HORNS bud out at Tail,

And have split her Rump asunder,

GossipJoan.

My Pocket is cut off,That was full of Sugar-candy;I cannot stop my Cough,Without a Gill of Brandy,GossipJoan.

My Pocket is cut off,

That was full of Sugar-candy;

I cannot stop my Cough,

Without a Gill of Brandy,

GossipJoan.

O I am sick at Heart,Therefore pray give me some Ginger;I cannot Sneeze or Fart,Therefore pray put in Finger,GossipJoan.

O I am sick at Heart,

Therefore pray give me some Ginger;

I cannot Sneeze or Fart,

Therefore pray put in Finger,

GossipJoan.

O pitty, pitty me,Or I shall go Distracted;I have cry'd 'till I can't see,To think how things are acted,GossipJoan.

O pitty, pitty me,

Or I shall go Distracted;

I have cry'd 'till I can't see,

To think how things are acted,

GossipJoan.

Let's to the Ale-house go,And wash down all my Sorrow;My Griefs you there shall know,And we'll meet again to morrow,GossipJoan.

Let's to the Ale-house go,

And wash down all my Sorrow;

My Griefs you there shall know,

And we'll meet again to morrow,

GossipJoan.

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I'Mvext to think thatDamonwooes me,Who with Sighs and Tears pursues me;He still whining and repining,Of my Rigour does complain:I'd not see him, yet wou'd free him,And my self, my self from pain:I'll enjoy him, and so cloy him,Love cures Love, more, more than Disdain.

I'Mvext to think thatDamonwooes me,

Who with Sighs and Tears pursues me;

He still whining and repining,

Of my Rigour does complain:

I'd not see him, yet wou'd free him,

And my self, my self from pain:

I'll enjoy him, and so cloy him,

Love cures Love, more, more than Disdain.

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CLASPTin my dearMelinda'sArms,Soft engaging, oh how she Charms;Graces more divine,In her Person shine,ThenVenusself cou'd ever boast.In the softest Moments of Love,Melting, Panting, oh how she moves;Come, come, come my Dear,Now we've nought to fear,Mortal sure was never so blest,Come, come, come,&c.Pray don't trifle, my dearest forbear,I shall die with Transports I fear;Clasp me fast my Life,'Twill more Pleasure give,Both our stocks of Love let's Joyn,Clasp me,&c.Now our Souls are charm'd in Bliss,Raptures flow from every Kiss;Words cannot reveal,The fierce Joys I feel,'Tis too much to bear and live,Words cannot,&c.

CLASPTin my dearMelinda'sArms,Soft engaging, oh how she Charms;Graces more divine,In her Person shine,ThenVenusself cou'd ever boast.

CLASPTin my dearMelinda'sArms,

Soft engaging, oh how she Charms;

Graces more divine,

In her Person shine,

ThenVenusself cou'd ever boast.

In the softest Moments of Love,Melting, Panting, oh how she moves;Come, come, come my Dear,Now we've nought to fear,Mortal sure was never so blest,Come, come, come,&c.

In the softest Moments of Love,

Melting, Panting, oh how she moves;

Come, come, come my Dear,

Now we've nought to fear,

Mortal sure was never so blest,

Come, come, come,&c.

Pray don't trifle, my dearest forbear,I shall die with Transports I fear;Clasp me fast my Life,'Twill more Pleasure give,Both our stocks of Love let's Joyn,Clasp me,&c.

Pray don't trifle, my dearest forbear,

I shall die with Transports I fear;

Clasp me fast my Life,

'Twill more Pleasure give,

Both our stocks of Love let's Joyn,

Clasp me,&c.

Now our Souls are charm'd in Bliss,Raptures flow from every Kiss;Words cannot reveal,The fierce Joys I feel,'Tis too much to bear and live,Words cannot,&c.

Now our Souls are charm'd in Bliss,

Raptures flow from every Kiss;

Words cannot reveal,

The fierce Joys I feel,

'Tis too much to bear and live,

Words cannot,&c.

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HOWhappy are we,Who from thinking are free,That curbing Disease o'the Mind:Can indulge every Tast,Love where we like best,Not by dull Reputation confin'd.When we're young fit to toy,Gay Delights we enjoy,And have crowds of new Lovers wooing;When we're old and decay'd,We procure for the Trade,Still in ev'ry Age we're doing.If a Cully we meet,We spend what we get,E'ery day for the next never think:When we dye where we go,We have no Sense to know,For a Bawd always dyes in her drink.

HOWhappy are we,Who from thinking are free,That curbing Disease o'the Mind:Can indulge every Tast,Love where we like best,Not by dull Reputation confin'd.

HOWhappy are we,

Who from thinking are free,

That curbing Disease o'the Mind:

Can indulge every Tast,

Love where we like best,

Not by dull Reputation confin'd.

When we're young fit to toy,Gay Delights we enjoy,And have crowds of new Lovers wooing;When we're old and decay'd,We procure for the Trade,Still in ev'ry Age we're doing.

When we're young fit to toy,

Gay Delights we enjoy,

And have crowds of new Lovers wooing;

When we're old and decay'd,

We procure for the Trade,

Still in ev'ry Age we're doing.

If a Cully we meet,We spend what we get,E'ery day for the next never think:When we dye where we go,We have no Sense to know,For a Bawd always dyes in her drink.

If a Cully we meet,

We spend what we get,

E'ery day for the next never think:

When we dye where we go,

We have no Sense to know,

For a Bawd always dyes in her drink.

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FAREWELmy useless Scrip,And poor unheeded Flocks;No more you'll round me trip,Nor cloath me with your Locks:Feed by yon purling Stream,WhereJockey, whereJockeyfirst I knew:I only think, I only think, I only think on him,I cannot, cannot, cannot think on you.Farewel each Shepherdess,The bonny Lads adieu;May each his Wish possess,And to that Wish be true:Your Oaten Pipes cou'd please,ButJockeythen was kind;Your bonny Tunes may cease,The Lad has chang'd his Mind.

FAREWELmy useless Scrip,

And poor unheeded Flocks;

No more you'll round me trip,

Nor cloath me with your Locks:

Feed by yon purling Stream,

WhereJockey, whereJockeyfirst I knew:

I only think, I only think, I only think on him,

I cannot, cannot, cannot think on you.

Farewel each Shepherdess,The bonny Lads adieu;May each his Wish possess,And to that Wish be true:Your Oaten Pipes cou'd please,ButJockeythen was kind;Your bonny Tunes may cease,The Lad has chang'd his Mind.

Farewel each Shepherdess,

The bonny Lads adieu;

May each his Wish possess,

And to that Wish be true:

Your Oaten Pipes cou'd please,

ButJockeythen was kind;

Your bonny Tunes may cease,

The Lad has chang'd his Mind.

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EREPhilliswith her looks did kill,My Heart resisting,My Heart resisting them was ill;Now in its Wounds it finds a Cure,When most they bleed, I least endure.For tho' 'tis Death those looks to meet,There's Life in dying at her feet;KillPhillisthen, kill with your Eyes,If you letStrephonlive he dyes.

EREPhilliswith her looks did kill,My Heart resisting,My Heart resisting them was ill;Now in its Wounds it finds a Cure,When most they bleed, I least endure.

EREPhilliswith her looks did kill,

My Heart resisting,

My Heart resisting them was ill;

Now in its Wounds it finds a Cure,

When most they bleed, I least endure.

For tho' 'tis Death those looks to meet,There's Life in dying at her feet;KillPhillisthen, kill with your Eyes,If you letStrephonlive he dyes.

For tho' 'tis Death those looks to meet,

There's Life in dying at her feet;

KillPhillisthen, kill with your Eyes,

If you letStrephonlive he dyes.

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NOTyour EyesMelaniamove me,Not your flowring Charms or Wit;Not your daily Vows to love me,Make my easy Soul submit.Shape nor Dress can never sway me,Nor the softest looks betray me;Shape nor Face can never sway me,Nor the softest looks betray me.But your Mind, my Dear, subdues me,Where a thousand Graces shine;Goodness, Love, and Honour moves me,And my Passion's all Divine.Goodness as a boundless Treasure,Yields the purest sweetest pleasure.

NOTyour EyesMelaniamove me,

Not your flowring Charms or Wit;

Not your daily Vows to love me,

Make my easy Soul submit.

Shape nor Dress can never sway me,

Nor the softest looks betray me;

Shape nor Face can never sway me,

Nor the softest looks betray me.

But your Mind, my Dear, subdues me,Where a thousand Graces shine;Goodness, Love, and Honour moves me,And my Passion's all Divine.Goodness as a boundless Treasure,Yields the purest sweetest pleasure.

But your Mind, my Dear, subdues me,

Where a thousand Graces shine;

Goodness, Love, and Honour moves me,

And my Passion's all Divine.

Goodness as a boundless Treasure,

Yields the purest sweetest pleasure.

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THENcome kindDamon, come away,ToCynthia'spower advance:TheSylviansthey shall pipe and play,And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,And we'll lead up the Dance:TheSylviansthey shall pipe and play,And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,And we'll lead up the Dance;TheSylviansthey,&c.Smile then with a Beam Divine,We'll be blest if you but shine;Happy then our Pains and Toils,Wit only lives when Beauty smiles:Happy then our Pains and Toils,Wit only lives, Wit only lives,When Beauty smiles;Wit only lives,&c.

THENcome kindDamon, come away,

ToCynthia'spower advance:

TheSylviansthey shall pipe and play,

And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,

And we'll lead up the Dance:

TheSylviansthey shall pipe and play,

And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,

And we'll lead up the Dance;

TheSylviansthey,&c.

Smile then with a Beam Divine,We'll be blest if you but shine;Happy then our Pains and Toils,Wit only lives when Beauty smiles:Happy then our Pains and Toils,Wit only lives, Wit only lives,When Beauty smiles;Wit only lives,&c.

Smile then with a Beam Divine,

We'll be blest if you but shine;

Happy then our Pains and Toils,

Wit only lives when Beauty smiles:

Happy then our Pains and Toils,

Wit only lives, Wit only lives,

When Beauty smiles;

Wit only lives,&c.

fancy rule

ATthe Change as I was walking,I heard a Discourse of Peace;The People all were a Talking,That the tedious Wars will cease:And if it do prove but true,The Maids will run out of their Houses,To see the Troopers all come Home,And the Grenadiers with their Drum a Drum Drum,Then the Widdows shall all have Spouses.The Scarlet colour is fine, Sir,All others it doth excel;The Trooper has a Carbine, Sir,That will please the Maidens well:And when it is Cock'd and Prim'd, Sir,The Maids will run out of their Houses,To see the Troopers come come come, &c.There'sJoan, andBetty, andNelly,And the rest of the Female Crew;Each has an Itch in her Belly,To play with the Scarlet hue:AndMarg'rettoo must be peeping,To see the Troopers, &c.The Landladys are preparing,Her Maids are shifting their Smocks;Each swears she'll buy her a Fairing,And opens herChristmas-box:She'll give it all to the Red-coats,When as the Troopers, &c.Jennyshe lov'd a Trooper,And she shew'd her all her Gear;Dollhas turn'd off the Cooper,And now for a Grenadier:His hand Grenadoes they will please her,When as the Troopers, &c.Old musty Maids that have Money,Although no Teeth in their Heads;May have a Bit for their Bunny,To pleasure them in their Beds:Their Hearts will turn to the Red-coats,When as the Troopers, &c.The Widdows now are a Singing,And have thrown their Peaks aside;For they have been us'd to stinging,When their Garters were unty'd:But the Red-coats they will tye 'em,When as the Troopers, &c.Wives and Widdows and Maidens,I'm sure this News will please ye;If any with Maiden-heads laden,The Red-coats they will ease ye:Then all prepare to be happy,To see the Troopers all come Home, &c.

ATthe Change as I was walking,

I heard a Discourse of Peace;

The People all were a Talking,

That the tedious Wars will cease:

And if it do prove but true,

The Maids will run out of their Houses,

To see the Troopers all come Home,

And the Grenadiers with their Drum a Drum Drum,

Then the Widdows shall all have Spouses.

The Scarlet colour is fine, Sir,All others it doth excel;The Trooper has a Carbine, Sir,That will please the Maidens well:And when it is Cock'd and Prim'd, Sir,The Maids will run out of their Houses,To see the Troopers come come come, &c.

The Scarlet colour is fine, Sir,

All others it doth excel;

The Trooper has a Carbine, Sir,

That will please the Maidens well:

And when it is Cock'd and Prim'd, Sir,

The Maids will run out of their Houses,

To see the Troopers come come come, &c.

There'sJoan, andBetty, andNelly,And the rest of the Female Crew;Each has an Itch in her Belly,To play with the Scarlet hue:AndMarg'rettoo must be peeping,To see the Troopers, &c.

There'sJoan, andBetty, andNelly,

And the rest of the Female Crew;

Each has an Itch in her Belly,

To play with the Scarlet hue:

AndMarg'rettoo must be peeping,

To see the Troopers, &c.

The Landladys are preparing,Her Maids are shifting their Smocks;Each swears she'll buy her a Fairing,And opens herChristmas-box:She'll give it all to the Red-coats,When as the Troopers, &c.

The Landladys are preparing,

Her Maids are shifting their Smocks;

Each swears she'll buy her a Fairing,

And opens herChristmas-box:

She'll give it all to the Red-coats,

When as the Troopers, &c.

Jennyshe lov'd a Trooper,And she shew'd her all her Gear;Dollhas turn'd off the Cooper,And now for a Grenadier:His hand Grenadoes they will please her,When as the Troopers, &c.

Jennyshe lov'd a Trooper,

And she shew'd her all her Gear;

Dollhas turn'd off the Cooper,

And now for a Grenadier:

His hand Grenadoes they will please her,

When as the Troopers, &c.

Old musty Maids that have Money,Although no Teeth in their Heads;May have a Bit for their Bunny,To pleasure them in their Beds:Their Hearts will turn to the Red-coats,When as the Troopers, &c.

Old musty Maids that have Money,

Although no Teeth in their Heads;

May have a Bit for their Bunny,

To pleasure them in their Beds:

Their Hearts will turn to the Red-coats,

When as the Troopers, &c.

The Widdows now are a Singing,And have thrown their Peaks aside;For they have been us'd to stinging,When their Garters were unty'd:But the Red-coats they will tye 'em,When as the Troopers, &c.

The Widdows now are a Singing,

And have thrown their Peaks aside;

For they have been us'd to stinging,

When their Garters were unty'd:

But the Red-coats they will tye 'em,

When as the Troopers, &c.

Wives and Widdows and Maidens,I'm sure this News will please ye;If any with Maiden-heads laden,The Red-coats they will ease ye:Then all prepare to be happy,To see the Troopers all come Home, &c.

Wives and Widdows and Maidens,

I'm sure this News will please ye;

If any with Maiden-heads laden,

The Red-coats they will ease ye:

Then all prepare to be happy,

To see the Troopers all come Home, &c.

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