Chapter 11

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COMECæliacome, let's sit and talk a while,About the Affairs of Loving:Let a mutual Kiss our Cares and Fears beguile,Far distant from this Grove:Let's pass our Time in Mirth away,Now we're remov'd from the noisy, noisy Court,Now we're got out of the stormy Sea,Into the safer Port.

COMECæliacome, let's sit and talk a while,

About the Affairs of Loving:

Let a mutual Kiss our Cares and Fears beguile,

Far distant from this Grove:

Let's pass our Time in Mirth away,

Now we're remov'd from the noisy, noisy Court,

Now we're got out of the stormy Sea,

Into the safer Port.

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WHOcanDorinda'sBeauty view,And not her Captive be;Apollo,Daphnedid pursue,Embraced the Maid, though chang'd to a Tree:If God's could love at such a rate,Poor Mortals must adore:Dorinda'sMerit is as great;'Tis just, 'tis just to love her more.

WHOcanDorinda'sBeauty view,

And not her Captive be;

Apollo,Daphnedid pursue,

Embraced the Maid, though chang'd to a Tree:

If God's could love at such a rate,

Poor Mortals must adore:

Dorinda'sMerit is as great;

'Tis just, 'tis just to love her more.

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ALLyou that must take a leap in the Dark,Pity the Fate ofLawsonandClark;Cheated by Hope, by Mercy amus'd,Betray'd by the sinful ways we us'd:Cropp'd in our Prime of Strength and Youth,Who can but weep at so sad a Truth;Cropp'd in our Prime, &c.Once we thought 'twould never be Night,But now alass 'twill never be light;Heavenly mercy shine on our Souls,Death draws near, hark,SepulchresBell Toles:Nature is stronger in Youth than in Age,Grant us thy Spirit Lord Grief to assuage:Courses of Evil brought us to this,Sinful Pleasure, deceitful Bliss:We ne'er shou'd have cause so much to repent,Could we with our Callings have been but Content:The Snares of Wine and Women fair,First were the cause that we now Despair.You that now view our fatal End,Warn'd by our Case your Carriage mend;Soon or late grim Death will come,Who'd not prepare for a certain Doom:Span long Life with lifeless Joys,What's in this World but care and noise.Youth, tho' most blest by being so,As vast thy Joy, as great thy Woe;Ev'ry Sin that gives Delight,Will in the end the Soul affright:'Tis not thy Youth, thy Wealth nor Strength,Can add to Life one Moments length.God is as Merciful as Just,Cleanse our Hearts, since die we must:Sweet Temptations of worldly Joys,Makes for our Grief, and our Peace destroys,Think then when Man his Race has run,Death is the Prize which he has won.Sure there's none so absurd and odd,To think with the Fool there is no God;What is't we fear when Death we meet,Where't not t' account at the Judgment-Seat:That Providence we find each Hour,Proves a supernatural Power;In Mercy open thy bright Abode,Receive our Souls tremendous God.

ALLyou that must take a leap in the Dark,

Pity the Fate ofLawsonandClark;

Cheated by Hope, by Mercy amus'd,

Betray'd by the sinful ways we us'd:

Cropp'd in our Prime of Strength and Youth,

Who can but weep at so sad a Truth;

Cropp'd in our Prime, &c.

Once we thought 'twould never be Night,But now alass 'twill never be light;Heavenly mercy shine on our Souls,Death draws near, hark,SepulchresBell Toles:Nature is stronger in Youth than in Age,Grant us thy Spirit Lord Grief to assuage:

Once we thought 'twould never be Night,

But now alass 'twill never be light;

Heavenly mercy shine on our Souls,

Death draws near, hark,SepulchresBell Toles:

Nature is stronger in Youth than in Age,

Grant us thy Spirit Lord Grief to assuage:

Courses of Evil brought us to this,Sinful Pleasure, deceitful Bliss:We ne'er shou'd have cause so much to repent,Could we with our Callings have been but Content:The Snares of Wine and Women fair,First were the cause that we now Despair.

Courses of Evil brought us to this,

Sinful Pleasure, deceitful Bliss:

We ne'er shou'd have cause so much to repent,

Could we with our Callings have been but Content:

The Snares of Wine and Women fair,

First were the cause that we now Despair.

You that now view our fatal End,Warn'd by our Case your Carriage mend;Soon or late grim Death will come,Who'd not prepare for a certain Doom:Span long Life with lifeless Joys,What's in this World but care and noise.

You that now view our fatal End,

Warn'd by our Case your Carriage mend;

Soon or late grim Death will come,

Who'd not prepare for a certain Doom:

Span long Life with lifeless Joys,

What's in this World but care and noise.

Youth, tho' most blest by being so,As vast thy Joy, as great thy Woe;Ev'ry Sin that gives Delight,Will in the end the Soul affright:'Tis not thy Youth, thy Wealth nor Strength,Can add to Life one Moments length.

Youth, tho' most blest by being so,

As vast thy Joy, as great thy Woe;

Ev'ry Sin that gives Delight,

Will in the end the Soul affright:

'Tis not thy Youth, thy Wealth nor Strength,

Can add to Life one Moments length.

God is as Merciful as Just,Cleanse our Hearts, since die we must:Sweet Temptations of worldly Joys,Makes for our Grief, and our Peace destroys,Think then when Man his Race has run,Death is the Prize which he has won.

God is as Merciful as Just,

Cleanse our Hearts, since die we must:

Sweet Temptations of worldly Joys,

Makes for our Grief, and our Peace destroys,

Think then when Man his Race has run,

Death is the Prize which he has won.

Sure there's none so absurd and odd,To think with the Fool there is no God;What is't we fear when Death we meet,Where't not t' account at the Judgment-Seat:That Providence we find each Hour,Proves a supernatural Power;In Mercy open thy bright Abode,Receive our Souls tremendous God.

Sure there's none so absurd and odd,

To think with the Fool there is no God;

What is't we fear when Death we meet,

Where't not t' account at the Judgment-Seat:

That Providence we find each Hour,

Proves a supernatural Power;

In Mercy open thy bright Abode,

Receive our Souls tremendous God.

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YOULadies draw near, I can tell you good News,If you please to give Ear, or else you may Choose;Of aBritish Accountantthat's Frolick and free,Who does wondrous Feats by the Rule of Three.Addition,Division, and other such Rules,I'll leave to be us'd by your Scribling Fools;This Art is Improv'd unto such a Degree,That he manages all by the Rule of Three.You Dames that are Wed who can make it appear,That you lose an Estate for want of an Heir:ThisAccountantwill come without e'er a Fee,And warrants a Boy by his Rule of Three.Is the Widdow distress'd for the loss of her Spouse,Tho' to have him again she cares not a Louse;Her Wants he supplys whatsoever they be,And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.Do you Dream in the Night and fret at your Fate,For want of the Man when you happen to wake;You may presently send and satisfy'd be,That he Pacifies all by the Rule of Three.You Ladies who are with a Husband unblest,And are minded to make him a delicate Beast;He'll fix the Brow-antlers just where they should be,And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.You Lasses at large of the true Female Race,Who are glad of the Men who will lye on their Face;Do but try the boldBritton, you all will agree,That you never did know such a Rule of Three.

YOULadies draw near, I can tell you good News,If you please to give Ear, or else you may Choose;Of aBritish Accountantthat's Frolick and free,Who does wondrous Feats by the Rule of Three.

YOULadies draw near, I can tell you good News,

If you please to give Ear, or else you may Choose;

Of aBritish Accountantthat's Frolick and free,

Who does wondrous Feats by the Rule of Three.

Addition,Division, and other such Rules,I'll leave to be us'd by your Scribling Fools;This Art is Improv'd unto such a Degree,That he manages all by the Rule of Three.

Addition,Division, and other such Rules,

I'll leave to be us'd by your Scribling Fools;

This Art is Improv'd unto such a Degree,

That he manages all by the Rule of Three.

You Dames that are Wed who can make it appear,That you lose an Estate for want of an Heir:ThisAccountantwill come without e'er a Fee,And warrants a Boy by his Rule of Three.

You Dames that are Wed who can make it appear,

That you lose an Estate for want of an Heir:

ThisAccountantwill come without e'er a Fee,

And warrants a Boy by his Rule of Three.

Is the Widdow distress'd for the loss of her Spouse,Tho' to have him again she cares not a Louse;Her Wants he supplys whatsoever they be,And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.

Is the Widdow distress'd for the loss of her Spouse,

Tho' to have him again she cares not a Louse;

Her Wants he supplys whatsoever they be,

And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.

Do you Dream in the Night and fret at your Fate,For want of the Man when you happen to wake;You may presently send and satisfy'd be,That he Pacifies all by the Rule of Three.

Do you Dream in the Night and fret at your Fate,

For want of the Man when you happen to wake;

You may presently send and satisfy'd be,

That he Pacifies all by the Rule of Three.

You Ladies who are with a Husband unblest,And are minded to make him a delicate Beast;He'll fix the Brow-antlers just where they should be,And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.

You Ladies who are with a Husband unblest,

And are minded to make him a delicate Beast;

He'll fix the Brow-antlers just where they should be,

And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.

You Lasses at large of the true Female Race,Who are glad of the Men who will lye on their Face;Do but try the boldBritton, you all will agree,That you never did know such a Rule of Three.

You Lasses at large of the true Female Race,

Who are glad of the Men who will lye on their Face;

Do but try the boldBritton, you all will agree,

That you never did know such a Rule of Three.

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THENight is come that will allow,No longer any Coyness now,But every freedom must to Love be given;What tho' the Shadows of the Night,Withdraw her Beauty from his sight,The Youth another way, another way,Another way will find his Heav'n.See, see the charming Nymph is lay'd,Never again to rise a Maid,The vigorous Bridegroom now impatient grown;Thrown himself by her side,With eager Joy, and amourous Pride,Ready to seize the Prey that's now his own.And now that all have left the Place,Transporting Joys crowd on apace,The Nymph contends like one that would not win;Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies,The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize,And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin.

THENight is come that will allow,

No longer any Coyness now,

But every freedom must to Love be given;

What tho' the Shadows of the Night,

Withdraw her Beauty from his sight,

The Youth another way, another way,

Another way will find his Heav'n.

See, see the charming Nymph is lay'd,Never again to rise a Maid,The vigorous Bridegroom now impatient grown;Thrown himself by her side,With eager Joy, and amourous Pride,Ready to seize the Prey that's now his own.

See, see the charming Nymph is lay'd,

Never again to rise a Maid,

The vigorous Bridegroom now impatient grown;

Thrown himself by her side,

With eager Joy, and amourous Pride,

Ready to seize the Prey that's now his own.

And now that all have left the Place,Transporting Joys crowd on apace,The Nymph contends like one that would not win;Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies,The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize,And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin.

And now that all have left the Place,

Transporting Joys crowd on apace,

The Nymph contends like one that would not win;

Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies,

The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize,

And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin.

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YOUtell meDickyou've lately readThat we are beaten inSpain;But prithee Boy hold up thy Head,We'll beat 'em twice for it againWith a Fal la la la la la la la.Is this the Courage you us'd to boast,Why thou art quite cast down;You can reflect on what we've lost,But ne'er think what we've won,With a Fal, &c.What tho'Jack Spaniardcrack and bounce,He ne'er shall do so again;We took last Year as many Towns,As they have now took Men,With a Fal, &c.In War and Gaming it is the same,According to the old Saying;Who's sure to conquer ev'ry Game,Quite loses the Pleasure of playing:With a Fal, &c.I think we have a Man of our own,A Man if I may call him so;For after those great Deeds he has done,I may question if he's so or no,With a Fal, &c.But now if you wou'd know his Name,'TisJohnny Marlborough;The beatenFrenchhas felt his Fame,And so shall the Spaniards too,With a Fal, &c.And since we cannot Justice do,To ev'ry Victory;In a full Glass our Zeal let's show,To our General's Family,With a Fal, &c.For he has Eight fair Daughters,And each of them is a Charmer;There's LadyRailton,Bridgwater,FineSunderland, LadyMount-Hermer,With a Fal, &c.The other Four so Charming are,They will with Raptures fill ye;There's LadyHochstet,Schellenburgh,BrightBlenheim, and LadyRamillie,With a Fal, &c.The last were got so fair and strong,As in Story ne'er was told;The first Four always will be Young,And the last will never be Old,With a Fal, &c.At ev'ry Feast, e'er we are all deceas'd,And the Service begins to be hard;'Tis surely your Duty, to Toast a young Beauty,Call'd MadamoselAudenard,With a Fal, &c.All Joy to his Grace, for the ninth of his Race,She's as fair as most of the former;But where is that he, dare so impudent be,To compare her to LadyMount-Hermer,With a Fal, &c.And now to make thy Hopes more strong,And make you look like a Man;Remember that all these belong,To the Queen of GreatBritain,With a Fal, &c.Then pritheeDickhold up thy Head,Altho' we were beaten inSpain;As sure as Scarlet Colour is Red,We'll beat them twice for it again:With a Fal, &c.

YOUtell meDickyou've lately readThat we are beaten inSpain;But prithee Boy hold up thy Head,We'll beat 'em twice for it againWith a Fal la la la la la la la.

YOUtell meDickyou've lately read

That we are beaten inSpain;

But prithee Boy hold up thy Head,

We'll beat 'em twice for it again

With a Fal la la la la la la la.

Is this the Courage you us'd to boast,Why thou art quite cast down;You can reflect on what we've lost,But ne'er think what we've won,With a Fal, &c.

Is this the Courage you us'd to boast,

Why thou art quite cast down;

You can reflect on what we've lost,

But ne'er think what we've won,

With a Fal, &c.

What tho'Jack Spaniardcrack and bounce,He ne'er shall do so again;We took last Year as many Towns,As they have now took Men,With a Fal, &c.

What tho'Jack Spaniardcrack and bounce,

He ne'er shall do so again;

We took last Year as many Towns,

As they have now took Men,

With a Fal, &c.

In War and Gaming it is the same,According to the old Saying;Who's sure to conquer ev'ry Game,Quite loses the Pleasure of playing:With a Fal, &c.

In War and Gaming it is the same,

According to the old Saying;

Who's sure to conquer ev'ry Game,

Quite loses the Pleasure of playing:

With a Fal, &c.

I think we have a Man of our own,A Man if I may call him so;For after those great Deeds he has done,I may question if he's so or no,With a Fal, &c.

I think we have a Man of our own,

A Man if I may call him so;

For after those great Deeds he has done,

I may question if he's so or no,

With a Fal, &c.

But now if you wou'd know his Name,'TisJohnny Marlborough;The beatenFrenchhas felt his Fame,And so shall the Spaniards too,With a Fal, &c.

But now if you wou'd know his Name,

'TisJohnny Marlborough;

The beatenFrenchhas felt his Fame,

And so shall the Spaniards too,

With a Fal, &c.

And since we cannot Justice do,To ev'ry Victory;In a full Glass our Zeal let's show,To our General's Family,With a Fal, &c.

And since we cannot Justice do,

To ev'ry Victory;

In a full Glass our Zeal let's show,

To our General's Family,

With a Fal, &c.

For he has Eight fair Daughters,And each of them is a Charmer;There's LadyRailton,Bridgwater,FineSunderland, LadyMount-Hermer,With a Fal, &c.

For he has Eight fair Daughters,

And each of them is a Charmer;

There's LadyRailton,Bridgwater,

FineSunderland, LadyMount-Hermer,

With a Fal, &c.

The other Four so Charming are,They will with Raptures fill ye;There's LadyHochstet,Schellenburgh,BrightBlenheim, and LadyRamillie,With a Fal, &c.

The other Four so Charming are,

They will with Raptures fill ye;

There's LadyHochstet,Schellenburgh,

BrightBlenheim, and LadyRamillie,

With a Fal, &c.

The last were got so fair and strong,As in Story ne'er was told;The first Four always will be Young,And the last will never be Old,With a Fal, &c.

The last were got so fair and strong,

As in Story ne'er was told;

The first Four always will be Young,

And the last will never be Old,

With a Fal, &c.

At ev'ry Feast, e'er we are all deceas'd,And the Service begins to be hard;'Tis surely your Duty, to Toast a young Beauty,Call'd MadamoselAudenard,With a Fal, &c.

At ev'ry Feast, e'er we are all deceas'd,

And the Service begins to be hard;

'Tis surely your Duty, to Toast a young Beauty,

Call'd MadamoselAudenard,

With a Fal, &c.

All Joy to his Grace, for the ninth of his Race,She's as fair as most of the former;But where is that he, dare so impudent be,To compare her to LadyMount-Hermer,With a Fal, &c.

All Joy to his Grace, for the ninth of his Race,

She's as fair as most of the former;

But where is that he, dare so impudent be,

To compare her to LadyMount-Hermer,

With a Fal, &c.

And now to make thy Hopes more strong,And make you look like a Man;Remember that all these belong,To the Queen of GreatBritain,With a Fal, &c.

And now to make thy Hopes more strong,

And make you look like a Man;

Remember that all these belong,

To the Queen of GreatBritain,

With a Fal, &c.

Then pritheeDickhold up thy Head,Altho' we were beaten inSpain;As sure as Scarlet Colour is Red,We'll beat them twice for it again:With a Fal, &c.

Then pritheeDickhold up thy Head,

Altho' we were beaten inSpain;

As sure as Scarlet Colour is Red,

We'll beat them twice for it again:

With a Fal, &c.

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LETthose Youths who Freedom prize,Far from the conqueringSylviarun,Never see her killing Eyes,Or hear her soft enchanting Tongue:For such sure Destruction waits,On those Darts with which she wounds;No shepherd ever can escape,But falls ifSylviadoes but Frown.Damonto his cost has prov'd,All resistance is but vain;Heaven has form'd her to be lov'd,And made her Queen of all the Plain:Damonwhen he saw her Face,From her Beauty would have fled;But the Charmer turn'd her Voice,And with a Song she struck him dead.

LETthose Youths who Freedom prize,

Far from the conqueringSylviarun,

Never see her killing Eyes,

Or hear her soft enchanting Tongue:

For such sure Destruction waits,

On those Darts with which she wounds;

No shepherd ever can escape,

But falls ifSylviadoes but Frown.

Damonto his cost has prov'd,All resistance is but vain;Heaven has form'd her to be lov'd,And made her Queen of all the Plain:Damonwhen he saw her Face,From her Beauty would have fled;But the Charmer turn'd her Voice,And with a Song she struck him dead.

Damonto his cost has prov'd,

All resistance is but vain;

Heaven has form'd her to be lov'd,

And made her Queen of all the Plain:

Damonwhen he saw her Face,

From her Beauty would have fled;

But the Charmer turn'd her Voice,

And with a Song she struck him dead.

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YOURMelancholy's all a Folly,The Peace I'm sure is Sign'd;TheFrenchare for't, so is our Court,And theDutchmust be inclin'd:What is't to us who's King ofSpain,So we are Masters of the Main,Our Fleet must always the Trade maintain,If we are not Banter'd and Bubbl'd.And Cheated and Banter'd and Bubbl'd.We very well know whenMarlborough,Did take the Towns inFlanders;'TwasEnglish-men, did pay for them,Tho' they put inDutchCommanders;So that while we were humblingFrance,HollandsPower we did advance,And made 'em Great at our expence,And so we were Banter'd,&c.We must suppose, theWhigsare Foes,When Treatys they will Sign a;To give theDutchso plaguy much,And call it the Barrier Line a:For how can we GreatEuropeSway,Or keep the Ballance every way,I fear we shall pay for't another Day,For we have been Banter'd,&c.For Liberty, and Property,'Twas once we us'd to Fight;'Gainst Popery, and Slavery,We did it with our Might:But now the Taxes make us poor,The Emperor may Swear and roar,We neither can nor will do more,For we have been Banter'd,&c.Fanaticksthen, are now the Men,Who Kingly Pow'r divide;Their Villany to Monarchy,'Tis makes 'emFrancederide:IfHollanderswou'd choose a King,As much as now their Praises Sing,They wou'd Curse, and Damn, and Fling,And cry they were Banter'd,&c.I swear adsnigs, the CantingWhigs,Have run their Knavish Race;The Church and Queen, are Flourishing,Now they are in Disgrace:GreatHarlyhe has set us right,AndFrancewill banishPerkenite,So we're no more theHollandBite,Nor will we be Banter'd and Bubbl'd,And Cheated and Banter'd and Bubbl'd.

YOURMelancholy's all a Folly,

The Peace I'm sure is Sign'd;

TheFrenchare for't, so is our Court,

And theDutchmust be inclin'd:

What is't to us who's King ofSpain,

So we are Masters of the Main,

Our Fleet must always the Trade maintain,

If we are not Banter'd and Bubbl'd.

And Cheated and Banter'd and Bubbl'd.

We very well know whenMarlborough,Did take the Towns inFlanders;'TwasEnglish-men, did pay for them,Tho' they put inDutchCommanders;So that while we were humblingFrance,HollandsPower we did advance,And made 'em Great at our expence,And so we were Banter'd,&c.

We very well know whenMarlborough,

Did take the Towns inFlanders;

'TwasEnglish-men, did pay for them,

Tho' they put inDutchCommanders;

So that while we were humblingFrance,

HollandsPower we did advance,

And made 'em Great at our expence,

And so we were Banter'd,&c.

We must suppose, theWhigsare Foes,When Treatys they will Sign a;To give theDutchso plaguy much,And call it the Barrier Line a:For how can we GreatEuropeSway,Or keep the Ballance every way,I fear we shall pay for't another Day,For we have been Banter'd,&c.

We must suppose, theWhigsare Foes,

When Treatys they will Sign a;

To give theDutchso plaguy much,

And call it the Barrier Line a:

For how can we GreatEuropeSway,

Or keep the Ballance every way,

I fear we shall pay for't another Day,

For we have been Banter'd,&c.

For Liberty, and Property,'Twas once we us'd to Fight;'Gainst Popery, and Slavery,We did it with our Might:But now the Taxes make us poor,The Emperor may Swear and roar,We neither can nor will do more,For we have been Banter'd,&c.

For Liberty, and Property,

'Twas once we us'd to Fight;

'Gainst Popery, and Slavery,

We did it with our Might:

But now the Taxes make us poor,

The Emperor may Swear and roar,

We neither can nor will do more,

For we have been Banter'd,&c.

Fanaticksthen, are now the Men,Who Kingly Pow'r divide;Their Villany to Monarchy,'Tis makes 'emFrancederide:IfHollanderswou'd choose a King,As much as now their Praises Sing,They wou'd Curse, and Damn, and Fling,And cry they were Banter'd,&c.

Fanaticksthen, are now the Men,

Who Kingly Pow'r divide;

Their Villany to Monarchy,

'Tis makes 'emFrancederide:

IfHollanderswou'd choose a King,

As much as now their Praises Sing,

They wou'd Curse, and Damn, and Fling,

And cry they were Banter'd,&c.

I swear adsnigs, the CantingWhigs,Have run their Knavish Race;The Church and Queen, are Flourishing,Now they are in Disgrace:GreatHarlyhe has set us right,AndFrancewill banishPerkenite,So we're no more theHollandBite,Nor will we be Banter'd and Bubbl'd,And Cheated and Banter'd and Bubbl'd.

I swear adsnigs, the CantingWhigs,

Have run their Knavish Race;

The Church and Queen, are Flourishing,

Now they are in Disgrace:

GreatHarlyhe has set us right,

AndFrancewill banishPerkenite,

So we're no more theHollandBite,

Nor will we be Banter'd and Bubbl'd,

And Cheated and Banter'd and Bubbl'd.

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THERE's a new set of Rakes,Entitled Mohocks,Who infest Her Majesties Subjects;He who meets 'em at Night,Must be ready for flight,Or withstanding he many a Drub gets.In their nightly Patrole,They up and down rowle,To the Bodily fear of the Nation;Some say they are Gentle-men, otherwise Simple,And their Sense like their Reputation.Others say that the Van'sLed by Noblemen,Tho' to Forreigners this will but sound ill;But let 'em take care,How they manage th' Affair;For a Lord may be kill'd by a Scoundrel.Some count it a Plot,And the Lord knows what,Contriv'd by theWhigsout of Season;But shou'd it be so,By theHigh-ChurchorLow,Rebellion was always high Treason.Fie, curb the Disgrace,'Tis imprudent and base,Pray take the advice of a Stranger;But if you go on,Like Fools as ye've done,When ye're Hang'd ye'll be quite out of Danger.

THERE's a new set of Rakes,Entitled Mohocks,Who infest Her Majesties Subjects;He who meets 'em at Night,Must be ready for flight,Or withstanding he many a Drub gets.

THERE's a new set of Rakes,

Entitled Mohocks,

Who infest Her Majesties Subjects;

He who meets 'em at Night,

Must be ready for flight,

Or withstanding he many a Drub gets.

In their nightly Patrole,They up and down rowle,To the Bodily fear of the Nation;Some say they are Gentle-men, otherwise Simple,And their Sense like their Reputation.

In their nightly Patrole,

They up and down rowle,

To the Bodily fear of the Nation;

Some say they are Gentle-

men, otherwise Simple,

And their Sense like their Reputation.

Others say that the Van'sLed by Noblemen,Tho' to Forreigners this will but sound ill;But let 'em take care,How they manage th' Affair;For a Lord may be kill'd by a Scoundrel.

Others say that the Van's

Led by Noblemen,

Tho' to Forreigners this will but sound ill;

But let 'em take care,

How they manage th' Affair;

For a Lord may be kill'd by a Scoundrel.

Some count it a Plot,And the Lord knows what,Contriv'd by theWhigsout of Season;But shou'd it be so,By theHigh-ChurchorLow,Rebellion was always high Treason.

Some count it a Plot,

And the Lord knows what,

Contriv'd by theWhigsout of Season;

But shou'd it be so,

By theHigh-ChurchorLow,

Rebellion was always high Treason.

Fie, curb the Disgrace,'Tis imprudent and base,Pray take the advice of a Stranger;But if you go on,Like Fools as ye've done,When ye're Hang'd ye'll be quite out of Danger.

Fie, curb the Disgrace,

'Tis imprudent and base,

Pray take the advice of a Stranger;

But if you go on,

Like Fools as ye've done,

When ye're Hang'd ye'll be quite out of Danger.

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MYTheodoracan those Eyes,From whence those Glories always shine:Give light to every Soul that prys,And only be obscure to mine:Give light to every Soul that prys,And only be obscure to mine.Send out one Beam t' enrich my Soul,That doth in Clouds of darkness roul;And chase away this gloomy Shade,That in my Breast a Hell has made:And chase away this gloomy Shade,That in my Breast a Hell has made.Where fire burns, where Flame is bright,Yet I the Comfort want of light:O shine, then shine upon the Man,That else in Darkness is undone:O shine, then shine upon the Man,That else in Darkness is undone.

MYTheodoracan those Eyes,From whence those Glories always shine:Give light to every Soul that prys,And only be obscure to mine:Give light to every Soul that prys,And only be obscure to mine.

MYTheodoracan those Eyes,

From whence those Glories always shine:

Give light to every Soul that prys,

And only be obscure to mine:

Give light to every Soul that prys,

And only be obscure to mine.

Send out one Beam t' enrich my Soul,That doth in Clouds of darkness roul;And chase away this gloomy Shade,That in my Breast a Hell has made:And chase away this gloomy Shade,That in my Breast a Hell has made.

Send out one Beam t' enrich my Soul,

That doth in Clouds of darkness roul;

And chase away this gloomy Shade,

That in my Breast a Hell has made:

And chase away this gloomy Shade,

That in my Breast a Hell has made.

Where fire burns, where Flame is bright,Yet I the Comfort want of light:O shine, then shine upon the Man,That else in Darkness is undone:O shine, then shine upon the Man,That else in Darkness is undone.

Where fire burns, where Flame is bright,

Yet I the Comfort want of light:

O shine, then shine upon the Man,

That else in Darkness is undone:

O shine, then shine upon the Man,

That else in Darkness is undone.

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THO'Begging is an honest Trade,Which wealthy Knaves despise;Yet Rich Men may be Beggars made,And we that Beg may rise:The greatest Kings may be betray'd,And lose their Sov'raign Power,But he that stoops to ask his Bread,But he that stoops to ask his Bread,Can never fall much lower.What lazy Foreigns Swarm'd of late,Has spoil'd our Begging-trade;Yet still we live and drink good Beer,Tho' they our Rights invade:Some say they for Religion fled,But wiser People tell us,They were forc'd Abroad to seek their Bread,For being too Rebellious.Let heavy Taxes greater grow,To make our Army fight;Where 'tis not to be had you know,The King must lose his Right:Let one side laugh, the other mourn,We nothing have to fear;But that great Lords will Beggars be,To be as great as we are.What tho' we make the World believe,That we are Sick or lame;'Tis now a Virtue to Deceive,Our Teachers do the same:In Trade Dissembling is no crime,And we may live to see;That Begging in a little time,The only Trade will be.

THO'Begging is an honest Trade,

Which wealthy Knaves despise;

Yet Rich Men may be Beggars made,

And we that Beg may rise:

The greatest Kings may be betray'd,

And lose their Sov'raign Power,

But he that stoops to ask his Bread,

Can never fall much lower.

What lazy Foreigns Swarm'd of late,Has spoil'd our Begging-trade;Yet still we live and drink good Beer,Tho' they our Rights invade:Some say they for Religion fled,But wiser People tell us,They were forc'd Abroad to seek their Bread,For being too Rebellious.

What lazy Foreigns Swarm'd of late,

Has spoil'd our Begging-trade;

Yet still we live and drink good Beer,

Tho' they our Rights invade:

Some say they for Religion fled,

But wiser People tell us,

They were forc'd Abroad to seek their Bread,

For being too Rebellious.

Let heavy Taxes greater grow,To make our Army fight;Where 'tis not to be had you know,The King must lose his Right:Let one side laugh, the other mourn,We nothing have to fear;But that great Lords will Beggars be,To be as great as we are.

Let heavy Taxes greater grow,

To make our Army fight;

Where 'tis not to be had you know,

The King must lose his Right:

Let one side laugh, the other mourn,

We nothing have to fear;

But that great Lords will Beggars be,

To be as great as we are.

What tho' we make the World believe,That we are Sick or lame;'Tis now a Virtue to Deceive,Our Teachers do the same:In Trade Dissembling is no crime,And we may live to see;That Begging in a little time,The only Trade will be.

What tho' we make the World believe,

That we are Sick or lame;

'Tis now a Virtue to Deceive,

Our Teachers do the same:

In Trade Dissembling is no crime,

And we may live to see;

That Begging in a little time,

The only Trade will be.

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ALPHONZO, if you Sir,Your Heart have resign'd;Take care what you do, Sir,For a Lover is blind.Beware of the Snare,That for Lovers is laid:Beware of the Fair,But more treacherous Maid:For when tir'd with the Joy,Of a Minutes delight;You'll repent the next Morn,What you did over Night.

ALPHONZO, if you Sir,Your Heart have resign'd;Take care what you do, Sir,For a Lover is blind.

ALPHONZO, if you Sir,

Your Heart have resign'd;

Take care what you do, Sir,

For a Lover is blind.

Beware of the Snare,That for Lovers is laid:Beware of the Fair,But more treacherous Maid:For when tir'd with the Joy,Of a Minutes delight;You'll repent the next Morn,What you did over Night.

Beware of the Snare,

That for Lovers is laid:

Beware of the Fair,

But more treacherous Maid:

For when tir'd with the Joy,

Of a Minutes delight;

You'll repent the next Morn,

What you did over Night.

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SINCETom'sin the Chair, and e'ery one hereAppears in Gay humour and easie;Say, why shou'd not I, a new Ballad try,Bright Brethren o'th' Bottle to please ye.This Wine is my Theme, this is all on's Esteem,ForBrookandHelliercannot wrong us;Let them get Wealth, who keeps us in Health,By bringing neat Liquors among us,Let them get Wealth, &c.Each Vintner of late, has got an Estate,By Brewing and Sophistication:With Syder and Sloes, they've made a damn'd Dose,Has Poisoned one half of the Nation:ButHellierandBrook, a Method have took,To prove them all Scoundrels and Noddys;And shew'd us a way which (if we don't stray)Will save both our Pockets and Bodies.This generous Juice, brisk Blood will produce,And stupid ones raise to the bonny'st:Make Poets and Wits, of you that are Cits,And Lawyers (if possible) honest:If any are Sick, or find themselves Weak,With Symptoms of Gout or the Scurvy;This will alone, the Doctor must own,Probatum estHealthy preserve ye.Have any here Wives, that lead 'em sad lives,For you know what pouting and storming;Then drink of this Wine, and it will incline,The weakest to vig'rous performing:Each Spouse will say then, pray go there agen,Tho' Money for the reck'ning you borrow;Nay, for so much Bub, here I'll pay your Club,So go there agen Dear to morrow.Tho' one drinks red Port, another's not for't,But chusesViennaor White-Wine;Each takes what suits best, his Stomach or Tast,Yet e'ery one's sure he drinks right Wine;Thus pledg'd we all sit, and thus we are knit,In Friendship together the longer;As Musick in Parts, enlivens our Hearts,And renders the Harmony stronger.Now God bless the Queen, Peers, Parliament Men,And keep 'em like us in true Concord;And grant that all those, who dare be her Foes,AtTyburnmay swing in a strong Cord;We'll Loyalists be, and bravely agree,With Lives and Estates to defend Her;So then she'll not care, come Peace or come War,ForLewis, thePope, orPretender.

SINCETom'sin the Chair, and e'ery one here

Appears in Gay humour and easie;

Say, why shou'd not I, a new Ballad try,

Bright Brethren o'th' Bottle to please ye.

This Wine is my Theme, this is all on's Esteem,

ForBrookandHelliercannot wrong us;

Let them get Wealth, who keeps us in Health,

By bringing neat Liquors among us,

Let them get Wealth, &c.

Each Vintner of late, has got an Estate,By Brewing and Sophistication:With Syder and Sloes, they've made a damn'd Dose,Has Poisoned one half of the Nation:ButHellierandBrook, a Method have took,To prove them all Scoundrels and Noddys;And shew'd us a way which (if we don't stray)Will save both our Pockets and Bodies.

Each Vintner of late, has got an Estate,

By Brewing and Sophistication:

With Syder and Sloes, they've made a damn'd Dose,

Has Poisoned one half of the Nation:

ButHellierandBrook, a Method have took,

To prove them all Scoundrels and Noddys;

And shew'd us a way which (if we don't stray)

Will save both our Pockets and Bodies.

This generous Juice, brisk Blood will produce,And stupid ones raise to the bonny'st:Make Poets and Wits, of you that are Cits,And Lawyers (if possible) honest:If any are Sick, or find themselves Weak,With Symptoms of Gout or the Scurvy;This will alone, the Doctor must own,Probatum estHealthy preserve ye.

This generous Juice, brisk Blood will produce,

And stupid ones raise to the bonny'st:

Make Poets and Wits, of you that are Cits,

And Lawyers (if possible) honest:

If any are Sick, or find themselves Weak,

With Symptoms of Gout or the Scurvy;

This will alone, the Doctor must own,

Probatum estHealthy preserve ye.

Have any here Wives, that lead 'em sad lives,For you know what pouting and storming;Then drink of this Wine, and it will incline,The weakest to vig'rous performing:Each Spouse will say then, pray go there agen,Tho' Money for the reck'ning you borrow;Nay, for so much Bub, here I'll pay your Club,So go there agen Dear to morrow.

Have any here Wives, that lead 'em sad lives,

For you know what pouting and storming;

Then drink of this Wine, and it will incline,

The weakest to vig'rous performing:

Each Spouse will say then, pray go there agen,

Tho' Money for the reck'ning you borrow;

Nay, for so much Bub, here I'll pay your Club,

So go there agen Dear to morrow.

Tho' one drinks red Port, another's not for't,But chusesViennaor White-Wine;Each takes what suits best, his Stomach or Tast,Yet e'ery one's sure he drinks right Wine;Thus pledg'd we all sit, and thus we are knit,In Friendship together the longer;As Musick in Parts, enlivens our Hearts,And renders the Harmony stronger.

Tho' one drinks red Port, another's not for't,

But chusesViennaor White-Wine;

Each takes what suits best, his Stomach or Tast,

Yet e'ery one's sure he drinks right Wine;

Thus pledg'd we all sit, and thus we are knit,

In Friendship together the longer;

As Musick in Parts, enlivens our Hearts,

And renders the Harmony stronger.

Now God bless the Queen, Peers, Parliament Men,And keep 'em like us in true Concord;And grant that all those, who dare be her Foes,AtTyburnmay swing in a strong Cord;We'll Loyalists be, and bravely agree,With Lives and Estates to defend Her;So then she'll not care, come Peace or come War,ForLewis, thePope, orPretender.

Now God bless the Queen, Peers, Parliament Men,

And keep 'em like us in true Concord;

And grant that all those, who dare be her Foes,

AtTyburnmay swing in a strong Cord;

We'll Loyalists be, and bravely agree,

With Lives and Estates to defend Her;

So then she'll not care, come Peace or come War,

ForLewis, thePope, orPretender.

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AWorthyLondonPrentice,Came to his Love by Night;The Candles were lighted,The Moon did shine so bright:He knocked at the Door,To ease him of his Pain;She rose and let him in Love,And went to Bed again.He went into the Chamber,Where his true Love did lye;She quickly gave consent,For to have his Company:She quickly gave consent,The Neighbours peeping out;So take away your Hand,Love let's blow the Candle out.I would not for a Crown Love,My Mistress should it know;I'll in my Smock step down Love,And I'll out the Candle blow;The Streets they are so nigh,And the People walk about;Some may peep in and spy Love,Let's blow the Candle out.My Master and my Mistress,Upon the Bed do lye;Injoying one another,Why should not you and I:My Master kiss'd my Mistress,Without any fear or doubt;And we'll kiss one another,Let's blow the Candle out.I prithee speak more softly,Of what we have to do;Least that our noise of Talking,Should make our Pleasure rue:For kissing one another,Will make no evil rout;Then let us now be silent,And blow the Candle out.But yet he must be doing,He could no longer stay;She strove to blow the Candle out,And push'd his Hand away:The young Man was so hasty,To lay his Arms about;But she cryed I pray Love,Let's blow the Candle out.As this young Couple sported,The Maiden she did blow;But how the Candle went out,Alas I do not know:Said she I fear not now, Sir,My Master nor my Dame;And what this Couple did, Sir,Alas I dare not Name.

AWorthyLondonPrentice,

Came to his Love by Night;

The Candles were lighted,

The Moon did shine so bright:

He knocked at the Door,

To ease him of his Pain;

She rose and let him in Love,

And went to Bed again.

He went into the Chamber,Where his true Love did lye;She quickly gave consent,For to have his Company:She quickly gave consent,The Neighbours peeping out;So take away your Hand,Love let's blow the Candle out.

He went into the Chamber,

Where his true Love did lye;

She quickly gave consent,

For to have his Company:

She quickly gave consent,

The Neighbours peeping out;

So take away your Hand,

Love let's blow the Candle out.

I would not for a Crown Love,My Mistress should it know;I'll in my Smock step down Love,And I'll out the Candle blow;The Streets they are so nigh,And the People walk about;Some may peep in and spy Love,Let's blow the Candle out.

I would not for a Crown Love,

My Mistress should it know;

I'll in my Smock step down Love,

And I'll out the Candle blow;

The Streets they are so nigh,

And the People walk about;

Some may peep in and spy Love,

Let's blow the Candle out.

My Master and my Mistress,Upon the Bed do lye;Injoying one another,Why should not you and I:My Master kiss'd my Mistress,Without any fear or doubt;And we'll kiss one another,Let's blow the Candle out.

My Master and my Mistress,

Upon the Bed do lye;

Injoying one another,

Why should not you and I:

My Master kiss'd my Mistress,

Without any fear or doubt;

And we'll kiss one another,

Let's blow the Candle out.

I prithee speak more softly,Of what we have to do;Least that our noise of Talking,Should make our Pleasure rue:For kissing one another,Will make no evil rout;Then let us now be silent,And blow the Candle out.

I prithee speak more softly,

Of what we have to do;

Least that our noise of Talking,

Should make our Pleasure rue:

For kissing one another,

Will make no evil rout;

Then let us now be silent,

And blow the Candle out.

But yet he must be doing,He could no longer stay;She strove to blow the Candle out,And push'd his Hand away:The young Man was so hasty,To lay his Arms about;But she cryed I pray Love,Let's blow the Candle out.

But yet he must be doing,

He could no longer stay;

She strove to blow the Candle out,

And push'd his Hand away:

The young Man was so hasty,

To lay his Arms about;

But she cryed I pray Love,

Let's blow the Candle out.

As this young Couple sported,The Maiden she did blow;But how the Candle went out,Alas I do not know:Said she I fear not now, Sir,My Master nor my Dame;And what this Couple did, Sir,Alas I dare not Name.

As this young Couple sported,

The Maiden she did blow;

But how the Candle went out,

Alas I do not know:

Said she I fear not now, Sir,

My Master nor my Dame;

And what this Couple did, Sir,

Alas I dare not Name.

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OHthe Charming Month ofMay,When the Breezes fan the Trees, isFull of Blossoms fresh and gay,Full of Blossoms fresh and gay:Oh the Charming Month ofMay,Charming, Charming Month ofMay.Oh what Joys our Prospect yields,In a new Livery when we see every,Bush and Meadow, Tree and Field,&c.Oh what Joys,&c.Charming Joys,&c.Oh how fresh the Morning Air,When the Zephirs and the Hephirs,Their Odoriferous Breaths compare,Oh how fresh,&c.Charming fresh,&c.Oh how fine our Evenings walk,When the Nightingale delighting,With her Songs suspends our Talk,Oh how fine,&c.Charming fine,&c.Oh how sweet at Night to Dream,On mossy Pillows by the trillows,Of a gentle Purling Stream,Oh how sweet,&c.Charming sweet,&c.Oh how kind the Country Lass,Who her Cows bilking, leaves her Milking,For a green Gown upon the Grass,Oh how kind,&c.Charming kind,&c.Oh how sweet it is to spy,At the Conclusion, her deep confusion,Blushing Cheeks and down cast Eye,Oh how sweet,&c.Charming sweet,&c.Oh the Charming Curds and Cream,When all is over she gives her Lover,Who on her Skimming-dish carves her Name,Oh the Charming Curds and Cream,Charming, Charming Curds and Cream.

OHthe Charming Month ofMay,When the Breezes fan the Trees, isFull of Blossoms fresh and gay,Full of Blossoms fresh and gay:Oh the Charming Month ofMay,Charming, Charming Month ofMay.

OHthe Charming Month ofMay,

When the Breezes fan the Trees, is

Full of Blossoms fresh and gay,

Full of Blossoms fresh and gay:

Oh the Charming Month ofMay,

Charming, Charming Month ofMay.

Oh what Joys our Prospect yields,In a new Livery when we see every,Bush and Meadow, Tree and Field,&c.Oh what Joys,&c.Charming Joys,&c.

Oh what Joys our Prospect yields,

In a new Livery when we see every,

Bush and Meadow, Tree and Field,&c.

Oh what Joys,&c.Charming Joys,&c.

Oh how fresh the Morning Air,When the Zephirs and the Hephirs,Their Odoriferous Breaths compare,Oh how fresh,&c.Charming fresh,&c.

Oh how fresh the Morning Air,

When the Zephirs and the Hephirs,

Their Odoriferous Breaths compare,

Oh how fresh,&c.Charming fresh,&c.

Oh how fine our Evenings walk,When the Nightingale delighting,With her Songs suspends our Talk,Oh how fine,&c.Charming fine,&c.

Oh how fine our Evenings walk,

When the Nightingale delighting,

With her Songs suspends our Talk,

Oh how fine,&c.Charming fine,&c.

Oh how sweet at Night to Dream,On mossy Pillows by the trillows,Of a gentle Purling Stream,Oh how sweet,&c.Charming sweet,&c.

Oh how sweet at Night to Dream,

On mossy Pillows by the trillows,

Of a gentle Purling Stream,

Oh how sweet,&c.Charming sweet,&c.

Oh how kind the Country Lass,Who her Cows bilking, leaves her Milking,For a green Gown upon the Grass,Oh how kind,&c.Charming kind,&c.

Oh how kind the Country Lass,

Who her Cows bilking, leaves her Milking,

For a green Gown upon the Grass,

Oh how kind,&c.Charming kind,&c.

Oh how sweet it is to spy,At the Conclusion, her deep confusion,Blushing Cheeks and down cast Eye,Oh how sweet,&c.Charming sweet,&c.

Oh how sweet it is to spy,

At the Conclusion, her deep confusion,

Blushing Cheeks and down cast Eye,

Oh how sweet,&c.Charming sweet,&c.

Oh the Charming Curds and Cream,When all is over she gives her Lover,Who on her Skimming-dish carves her Name,Oh the Charming Curds and Cream,Charming, Charming Curds and Cream.

Oh the Charming Curds and Cream,

When all is over she gives her Lover,

Who on her Skimming-dish carves her Name,

Oh the Charming Curds and Cream,

Charming, Charming Curds and Cream.

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FATESI defie, I defie your Advances,SinceCæliahas crown'dMy true Love with a Smile;I'll laugh at your Darts,Your Arrows and Lances,Since her Bosom abounds,With the Pleasures of Nile.You shall never,Me from her sever,Since that myCæliahas thrown by her Scorn:Then forbear,To come so near,For I fromCæliacan never be torn.

FATESI defie, I defie your Advances,SinceCæliahas crown'dMy true Love with a Smile;I'll laugh at your Darts,Your Arrows and Lances,Since her Bosom abounds,With the Pleasures of Nile.

FATESI defie, I defie your Advances,

SinceCæliahas crown'd

My true Love with a Smile;

I'll laugh at your Darts,

Your Arrows and Lances,

Since her Bosom abounds,

With the Pleasures of Nile.

You shall never,Me from her sever,Since that myCæliahas thrown by her Scorn:Then forbear,To come so near,For I fromCæliacan never be torn.

You shall never,

Me from her sever,

Since that myCæliahas thrown by her Scorn:

Then forbear,

To come so near,

For I fromCæliacan never be torn.

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OHRogerI've been to seeEugene,ByVillarsover-reach'd;And thatDutchEarl, greatAlbermarle,So foolishly Detach'd:ForPhilofSpain, sawDowaytain,AndQuesnoyclose beset;SawFrenchmengrin, at CountRechstrin,AndDutchmenin a Sweat.With both my EyesAuxiliaries,I saw desert our Cause;OldZinzendorfdid buy 'em off,But never stopp'd their Maws:Whilst ORMOND he most orderly,Did march them towardsGhent;TheGermanDogs, with greatDutchHogs,Their towns against him Pent.Were not we mad to spend our Blood,And weighty Treasure so;Do they deserve, that we should serve,Adad we'll make them know:They'll be afraid, of Peace and Trade,And downfal of theWhigs;Our glorious ANN, withFranceandSpain,Will dance then many a Jigg.If they have a mind, 'fore Peace be Sign'd,To own Great ANNA'S Power;Such Terms she'll get, as she thinks fit,And they shall have no more:GreatOxford'sEarl, that weighty Pearl,And Minister of State:WithBollingbrook, I swear adzooks,OldEnglandwill be great.We Farmers then, shall be fine Men,And Money have good store;TheirWhigishTax they'll have with a Pox,When Monarchy's no more:My Son I'm sure, will ne'er endure,To pay their plaguy Funds;'Tis with reproach, they ride in Coach,It makes me mad Ads—For twenty Years, with Popish fears,We have been Banter'd much;With Liberty, and Property,And our very good Friends theDutch:But now I hope, our Eyes are ope,AndFranceis more Sincere;ThenEmperorwith all his stir,Or Dounders Divil myn Heir.

OHRogerI've been to seeEugene,

ByVillarsover-reach'd;

And thatDutchEarl, greatAlbermarle,

So foolishly Detach'd:

ForPhilofSpain, sawDowaytain,

AndQuesnoyclose beset;

SawFrenchmengrin, at CountRechstrin,

AndDutchmenin a Sweat.

With both my EyesAuxiliaries,I saw desert our Cause;OldZinzendorfdid buy 'em off,But never stopp'd their Maws:Whilst ORMOND he most orderly,Did march them towardsGhent;TheGermanDogs, with greatDutchHogs,Their towns against him Pent.

With both my EyesAuxiliaries,

I saw desert our Cause;

OldZinzendorfdid buy 'em off,

But never stopp'd their Maws:

Whilst ORMOND he most orderly,

Did march them towardsGhent;

TheGermanDogs, with greatDutchHogs,

Their towns against him Pent.

Were not we mad to spend our Blood,And weighty Treasure so;Do they deserve, that we should serve,Adad we'll make them know:They'll be afraid, of Peace and Trade,And downfal of theWhigs;Our glorious ANN, withFranceandSpain,Will dance then many a Jigg.

Were not we mad to spend our Blood,

And weighty Treasure so;

Do they deserve, that we should serve,

Adad we'll make them know:

They'll be afraid, of Peace and Trade,

And downfal of theWhigs;

Our glorious ANN, withFranceandSpain,

Will dance then many a Jigg.

If they have a mind, 'fore Peace be Sign'd,To own Great ANNA'S Power;Such Terms she'll get, as she thinks fit,And they shall have no more:GreatOxford'sEarl, that weighty Pearl,And Minister of State:WithBollingbrook, I swear adzooks,OldEnglandwill be great.

If they have a mind, 'fore Peace be Sign'd,

To own Great ANNA'S Power;

Such Terms she'll get, as she thinks fit,

And they shall have no more:

GreatOxford'sEarl, that weighty Pearl,

And Minister of State:

WithBollingbrook, I swear adzooks,

OldEnglandwill be great.

We Farmers then, shall be fine Men,And Money have good store;TheirWhigishTax they'll have with a Pox,When Monarchy's no more:My Son I'm sure, will ne'er endure,To pay their plaguy Funds;'Tis with reproach, they ride in Coach,It makes me mad Ads—

We Farmers then, shall be fine Men,

And Money have good store;

TheirWhigishTax they'll have with a Pox,

When Monarchy's no more:

My Son I'm sure, will ne'er endure,

To pay their plaguy Funds;

'Tis with reproach, they ride in Coach,

It makes me mad Ads—

For twenty Years, with Popish fears,We have been Banter'd much;With Liberty, and Property,And our very good Friends theDutch:But now I hope, our Eyes are ope,AndFranceis more Sincere;ThenEmperorwith all his stir,Or Dounders Divil myn Heir.

For twenty Years, with Popish fears,

We have been Banter'd much;

With Liberty, and Property,

And our very good Friends theDutch:

But now I hope, our Eyes are ope,

AndFranceis more Sincere;

ThenEmperorwith all his stir,

Or Dounders Divil myn Heir.

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OFall the handsome Ladies,Of whom the Town do talk;Who do frequent theOpera's,And in the Park do walk:The many lovely Beauties,There are who do excel;Yet myStrawbery, myStrawbery,Does bear away the Bell.Some cry up MadamMar——For this thing and for that;And some her Grace ofSh——Tho' she grows something fat:And tho' I love herMa——And all her Ladies well,Yet myStrawbery, &c.The Kit Cat and the Toasters,Did never care a Fig;For any other Beauty,Besides the littleWhig:But for all that SirHarry,That witty Knight can tell,'Tis myStrawbery, &c.The red Coats think theCh——ls,The Fairest in the Land;Because the D. their Father,The Ar——y does Command:But the noble D. ofB——Who does all Dukes excel,Says myStrawbery, &c.

OFall the handsome Ladies,

Of whom the Town do talk;

Who do frequent theOpera's,

And in the Park do walk:

The many lovely Beauties,

There are who do excel;

Yet myStrawbery, myStrawbery,

Does bear away the Bell.

Some cry up MadamMar——For this thing and for that;And some her Grace ofSh——Tho' she grows something fat:And tho' I love herMa——And all her Ladies well,Yet myStrawbery, &c.

Some cry up MadamMar——

For this thing and for that;

And some her Grace ofSh——

Tho' she grows something fat:

And tho' I love herMa——

And all her Ladies well,

Yet myStrawbery, &c.

The Kit Cat and the Toasters,Did never care a Fig;For any other Beauty,Besides the littleWhig:But for all that SirHarry,That witty Knight can tell,'Tis myStrawbery, &c.

The Kit Cat and the Toasters,

Did never care a Fig;

For any other Beauty,

Besides the littleWhig:

But for all that SirHarry,

That witty Knight can tell,

'Tis myStrawbery, &c.

The red Coats think theCh——ls,The Fairest in the Land;Because the D. their Father,The Ar——y does Command:But the noble D. ofB——Who does all Dukes excel,Says myStrawbery, &c.

The red Coats think theCh——ls,

The Fairest in the Land;

Because the D. their Father,

The Ar——y does Command:

But the noble D. ofB——

Who does all Dukes excel,

Says myStrawbery, &c.

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NOW, now the Night's come,And the great God of LoveLyes lurking in Shades,His bright Arrows to prove:He laughs at our Rest,And he Darts at our Hearts;And a Will that won't still,To each Lover imparts.He smiles when he feelsThe sharp point of his Dart;And tho' our Breast's Steel,Yet he drives to the Heart.Whilst we court and we play,He makes a full pass;And ne'er does delay,'Till we're link'd on the Grass.

NOW, now the Night's come,And the great God of LoveLyes lurking in Shades,His bright Arrows to prove:

NOW, now the Night's come,

And the great God of Love

Lyes lurking in Shades,

His bright Arrows to prove:

He laughs at our Rest,And he Darts at our Hearts;And a Will that won't still,To each Lover imparts.

He laughs at our Rest,

And he Darts at our Hearts;

And a Will that won't still,

To each Lover imparts.

He smiles when he feelsThe sharp point of his Dart;And tho' our Breast's Steel,Yet he drives to the Heart.

He smiles when he feels

The sharp point of his Dart;

And tho' our Breast's Steel,

Yet he drives to the Heart.

Whilst we court and we play,He makes a full pass;And ne'er does delay,'Till we're link'd on the Grass.

Whilst we court and we play,

He makes a full pass;

And ne'er does delay,

'Till we're link'd on the Grass.

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NOWJockeyandMoggyare ready,To gang to the Kirk to sped;As fine as a Laird or Lady,For they are resolv'd to wed:Come aw let's awa to the Wedding,For there will be Lilting there;Jockey'llbe Married toMoggy,The Lass with the Golden Hair,And for a whole Month together,BriskJockeya wooing went;'TillMoggy'sMother and Vather,At last gave their Consent,Come aw let's, &c.And there'll be long Keel and Pottage,And bannarks of Barly Meal;And ther'll be good Sawt Herring,To relish a Cogue of good Ale,Come aw let's, &c.And there'll beSawneythe Soater,AndWillwith muckle mow;And there'll beTommythe Blutter,AndAndrewthe Tinker I trow,Come aw let's, &c.And there'll be Bow-legg'dBobby,And thumblessKate'sgeud Man;And there'll be blue cheek'dDolly,AndLuwrythe Laird of the Land,Come aw let's, &c.And there'll be low lipperBetty,And pluggy fac'dWatof the Mill;And there'll be farnicledHuggy,That wins at the Ho of the Hill,Come aw let's, &c.And there'll beAnnester Dowgale,That splay footedBettydid wooe;And mincingBesseyandTibely,AndChrisly, the Belly gut Sow,Come aw let's, &c.AndCraneythat marry'dSteney,That lost him his Brick till his Arse;And after was hang'd for stealing,It's well that it happen'd no worse,Come aw let's, &c.And there'll be hopper-ars'dNancy,AndSareyfac'dJennyby Name;GludKateand fat legg'dLissey,The Lass with the codling Wem.Come aw let's, &c.And there'll beJennygo Gibby,And his glack'd WifeJenny Bell;And messed skin blosenJordy,The Lad that went Scipper himsel.Come aw let's, &c.There'll be all the Lads and Lasses,Set down in the middle of the Hall;To Sybouse, and Rastack, and Carlings,They are both sodden and raw.Come aw let's, &c.There'll be Tart Perry and Catham,And Fish of geud Gabback and Skate;Prosody, and Dramuck and Brandy,And Collard, Neats-feet in a Plate.Come aw let's, &c.And there'll be Meal, Kell and Castocks,And skink to sup 'till you rive;And Roaches to roast on the Gridiron,And Flukes that were tane alive,Come aw let's, &c.Cropt head Wilks and Pangles,And a Meal of good sweting to ney;And when you're all burst with eating,We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey:Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding,For there will be Lilting there;Jockey'llbe marry'd toMoggy,The Lass with the Golden Hair.

NOWJockeyandMoggyare ready,

To gang to the Kirk to sped;

As fine as a Laird or Lady,

For they are resolv'd to wed:

Come aw let's awa to the Wedding,

For there will be Lilting there;

Jockey'llbe Married toMoggy,

The Lass with the Golden Hair,

And for a whole Month together,BriskJockeya wooing went;'TillMoggy'sMother and Vather,At last gave their Consent,Come aw let's, &c.

And for a whole Month together,

BriskJockeya wooing went;

'TillMoggy'sMother and Vather,

At last gave their Consent,

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be long Keel and Pottage,And bannarks of Barly Meal;And ther'll be good Sawt Herring,To relish a Cogue of good Ale,Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be long Keel and Pottage,

And bannarks of Barly Meal;

And ther'll be good Sawt Herring,

To relish a Cogue of good Ale,

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll beSawneythe Soater,AndWillwith muckle mow;And there'll beTommythe Blutter,AndAndrewthe Tinker I trow,Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll beSawneythe Soater,

AndWillwith muckle mow;

And there'll beTommythe Blutter,

AndAndrewthe Tinker I trow,

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be Bow-legg'dBobby,And thumblessKate'sgeud Man;And there'll be blue cheek'dDolly,AndLuwrythe Laird of the Land,Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be Bow-legg'dBobby,

And thumblessKate'sgeud Man;

And there'll be blue cheek'dDolly,

AndLuwrythe Laird of the Land,

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be low lipperBetty,And pluggy fac'dWatof the Mill;And there'll be farnicledHuggy,That wins at the Ho of the Hill,Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be low lipperBetty,

And pluggy fac'dWatof the Mill;

And there'll be farnicledHuggy,

That wins at the Ho of the Hill,

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll beAnnester Dowgale,That splay footedBettydid wooe;And mincingBesseyandTibely,AndChrisly, the Belly gut Sow,Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll beAnnester Dowgale,

That splay footedBettydid wooe;

And mincingBesseyandTibely,

AndChrisly, the Belly gut Sow,

Come aw let's, &c.

AndCraneythat marry'dSteney,That lost him his Brick till his Arse;And after was hang'd for stealing,It's well that it happen'd no worse,Come aw let's, &c.

AndCraneythat marry'dSteney,

That lost him his Brick till his Arse;

And after was hang'd for stealing,

It's well that it happen'd no worse,

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be hopper-ars'dNancy,AndSareyfac'dJennyby Name;GludKateand fat legg'dLissey,The Lass with the codling Wem.Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be hopper-ars'dNancy,

AndSareyfac'dJennyby Name;

GludKateand fat legg'dLissey,

The Lass with the codling Wem.

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll beJennygo Gibby,And his glack'd WifeJenny Bell;And messed skin blosenJordy,The Lad that went Scipper himsel.Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll beJennygo Gibby,

And his glack'd WifeJenny Bell;

And messed skin blosenJordy,

The Lad that went Scipper himsel.

Come aw let's, &c.

There'll be all the Lads and Lasses,Set down in the middle of the Hall;To Sybouse, and Rastack, and Carlings,They are both sodden and raw.Come aw let's, &c.

There'll be all the Lads and Lasses,

Set down in the middle of the Hall;

To Sybouse, and Rastack, and Carlings,

They are both sodden and raw.

Come aw let's, &c.

There'll be Tart Perry and Catham,And Fish of geud Gabback and Skate;Prosody, and Dramuck and Brandy,And Collard, Neats-feet in a Plate.Come aw let's, &c.

There'll be Tart Perry and Catham,

And Fish of geud Gabback and Skate;

Prosody, and Dramuck and Brandy,

And Collard, Neats-feet in a Plate.

Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be Meal, Kell and Castocks,And skink to sup 'till you rive;And Roaches to roast on the Gridiron,And Flukes that were tane alive,Come aw let's, &c.

And there'll be Meal, Kell and Castocks,

And skink to sup 'till you rive;

And Roaches to roast on the Gridiron,

And Flukes that were tane alive,

Come aw let's, &c.

Cropt head Wilks and Pangles,And a Meal of good sweting to ney;And when you're all burst with eating,We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey:Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding,For there will be Lilting there;Jockey'llbe marry'd toMoggy,The Lass with the Golden Hair.

Cropt head Wilks and Pangles,

And a Meal of good sweting to ney;

And when you're all burst with eating,

We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey:

Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding,

For there will be Lilting there;

Jockey'llbe marry'd toMoggy,

The Lass with the Golden Hair.

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LAVIAwould, but dare not venture,Fear so much o'er-rules her Passion;Chloesuffers all to enter,Subjects Fame to Inclination:Neither's Method I admire,Either is in Love displeasing;Chloe'sfondness gluts desireLavia'sCowardise is Teazing.Cæliaby a Wiser Measure,In one faithful Swains embraces;Pays a private Debt to Pleasure,Yet for Chast in publick Passes:Fair ones followCælia'sNotion,Free from fear and censure wholly;Love, but let it be with Caution,For Extreams are Shame or Folly.

LAVIAwould, but dare not venture,

Fear so much o'er-rules her Passion;

Chloesuffers all to enter,

Subjects Fame to Inclination:

Neither's Method I admire,

Either is in Love displeasing;

Chloe'sfondness gluts desire

Lavia'sCowardise is Teazing.

Cæliaby a Wiser Measure,In one faithful Swains embraces;Pays a private Debt to Pleasure,Yet for Chast in publick Passes:Fair ones followCælia'sNotion,Free from fear and censure wholly;Love, but let it be with Caution,For Extreams are Shame or Folly.

Cæliaby a Wiser Measure,

In one faithful Swains embraces;

Pays a private Debt to Pleasure,

Yet for Chast in publick Passes:

Fair ones followCælia'sNotion,

Free from fear and censure wholly;

Love, but let it be with Caution,

For Extreams are Shame or Folly.

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WHENembracing my Friends,And quaffing Champain;Dull Phlegmatick Spleen,Thou assault'st me in vain;Dull Phlegmatick Spleen,Thou assault'st me in vain:My Pleasures flow pure,Without Taint or Allay;And each Glass that I drink,Inspires with new Joy.My Pleasures thus heighten'd,No Improvement receive;But what the dear SightOf myPhilliscan give:The Charms of her Eyes,The Force of my Wine,Do then in Harmonious Confed'racy joyn:To wrap me with Joys,To wrap me with Joys,Seraphick, Seraphick, and Divine.

WHENembracing my Friends,

And quaffing Champain;

Dull Phlegmatick Spleen,

Thou assault'st me in vain;

Dull Phlegmatick Spleen,

Thou assault'st me in vain:

My Pleasures flow pure,

Without Taint or Allay;

And each Glass that I drink,

Inspires with new Joy.

My Pleasures thus heighten'd,No Improvement receive;But what the dear SightOf myPhilliscan give:The Charms of her Eyes,The Force of my Wine,Do then in Harmonious Confed'racy joyn:To wrap me with Joys,To wrap me with Joys,Seraphick, Seraphick, and Divine.

My Pleasures thus heighten'd,

No Improvement receive;

But what the dear Sight

Of myPhilliscan give:

The Charms of her Eyes,

The Force of my Wine,

Do then in Harmonious Confed'racy joyn:

To wrap me with Joys,

Seraphick, Seraphick, and Divine.

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IHave a Tenement to Let,I hope will please you all,And if you'd know the Name of it,'Tis calledCunny Hall.It's seated in a Pleasant Vale,Beneath a rising Hill;This Tenement is to be Let,To whosoe'er I will.For Years, for Months, for Weeks or Days,I'll let this famous Bow'r;Nay rather than a Tennant want,I'd let it for an Hour.There's round about a pleasant Grove,To shade it from the Sun;And underneath is Well waterThat pleasantly does run.Where if you're hot you may be cool'd,If cold you may find heat;It is a well contrived Spring,Not little nor too great.The place is very Dark by Night,And so it is by Day;But when you once are enter'd in,You cannot lose your way.And when you're in, go boldly on,As far as e'er you can;And if you reach to the House top,You'll be where ne'er was Man.

IHave a Tenement to Let,I hope will please you all,And if you'd know the Name of it,'Tis calledCunny Hall.

IHave a Tenement to Let,

I hope will please you all,

And if you'd know the Name of it,

'Tis calledCunny Hall.

It's seated in a Pleasant Vale,Beneath a rising Hill;This Tenement is to be Let,To whosoe'er I will.

It's seated in a Pleasant Vale,

Beneath a rising Hill;

This Tenement is to be Let,

To whosoe'er I will.

For Years, for Months, for Weeks or Days,I'll let this famous Bow'r;Nay rather than a Tennant want,I'd let it for an Hour.

For Years, for Months, for Weeks or Days,

I'll let this famous Bow'r;

Nay rather than a Tennant want,

I'd let it for an Hour.

There's round about a pleasant Grove,To shade it from the Sun;And underneath is Well waterThat pleasantly does run.

There's round about a pleasant Grove,

To shade it from the Sun;

And underneath is Well water

That pleasantly does run.

Where if you're hot you may be cool'd,If cold you may find heat;It is a well contrived Spring,Not little nor too great.

Where if you're hot you may be cool'd,

If cold you may find heat;

It is a well contrived Spring,

Not little nor too great.

The place is very Dark by Night,And so it is by Day;But when you once are enter'd in,You cannot lose your way.

The place is very Dark by Night,

And so it is by Day;

But when you once are enter'd in,

You cannot lose your way.

And when you're in, go boldly on,As far as e'er you can;And if you reach to the House top,You'll be where ne'er was Man.

And when you're in, go boldly on,

As far as e'er you can;

And if you reach to the House top,

You'll be where ne'er was Man.

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