Chapter 5

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UNDERNEATHthe Castle Wall, the Queen ofLove sat mourning,Tearing of her golden Locks, her red Rose,Cheeks adorning;With her Lilly white Hand she smote her Breasts,And said she was forsaken,With that the Mountains they did skip,And the Hills fell all a quaking.Underneath the rotten Hedge, the TinkersWife sat shiting,Tearing of a Cabbage Leaf, her shitten A—A wiping;With her cole black Hands she scratch'd her A—And swore she was beshitten,With that the Pedlars all did skip,And the Fidlers fell a spitting.

UNDERNEATHthe Castle Wall, the Queen of

Love sat mourning,

Tearing of her golden Locks, her red Rose,

Cheeks adorning;

With her Lilly white Hand she smote her Breasts,

And said she was forsaken,

With that the Mountains they did skip,

And the Hills fell all a quaking.

Underneath the rotten Hedge, the TinkersWife sat shiting,Tearing of a Cabbage Leaf, her shitten A—A wiping;With her cole black Hands she scratch'd her A—And swore she was beshitten,With that the Pedlars all did skip,And the Fidlers fell a spitting.

Underneath the rotten Hedge, the Tinkers

Wife sat shiting,

Tearing of a Cabbage Leaf, her shitten A—

A wiping;

With her cole black Hands she scratch'd her A—

And swore she was beshitten,

With that the Pedlars all did skip,

And the Fidlers fell a spitting.

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WHATshall I do, I am undone,Where shall I fly my self to shun;Ah! me my self, my self must kill,And yet I die against my Will.In starry Letters I behold,My death is in the Heavens inroll'd,There find I writ in Skies above,That I, poor I, must die for Love.'Twas not my Love deserv'd to die,Oh no, it was unworthy I;I for her Love should not have dy'd,But that I had no worth beside.Ah me! that Love such Woe procures,For without her no Life endures;I for her Virtues did her serve,Doth such a Love a Death deserve.

WHATshall I do, I am undone,Where shall I fly my self to shun;Ah! me my self, my self must kill,And yet I die against my Will.

WHATshall I do, I am undone,

Where shall I fly my self to shun;

Ah! me my self, my self must kill,

And yet I die against my Will.

In starry Letters I behold,My death is in the Heavens inroll'd,There find I writ in Skies above,That I, poor I, must die for Love.

In starry Letters I behold,

My death is in the Heavens inroll'd,

There find I writ in Skies above,

That I, poor I, must die for Love.

'Twas not my Love deserv'd to die,Oh no, it was unworthy I;I for her Love should not have dy'd,But that I had no worth beside.

'Twas not my Love deserv'd to die,

Oh no, it was unworthy I;

I for her Love should not have dy'd,

But that I had no worth beside.

Ah me! that Love such Woe procures,For without her no Life endures;I for her Virtues did her serve,Doth such a Love a Death deserve.

Ah me! that Love such Woe procures,

For without her no Life endures;

I for her Virtues did her serve,

Doth such a Love a Death deserve.

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MYDear and only Love take heed,How thou thy self expose;And let not longing Lovers feed,Upon such looks as thoseI'll Marble Wall thee round about,And Build without a Door;But if my Love doth once break out,I'll never Love thee more.If thou hast love that thou refine,And tho' thou seest me not;Yet paralell'd that Heart of thineShall never be forgot:But if Unconstancy admit,A Stranger to bear sway;My Treasure that proves counterfeit,And he may gain the Day.I'll lock my self within a Cell,And wander under Ground;For there is no such Faith in her,As there is to be found:I'll curse the Day that e'er thy Face,My Soul did so betray;And so for ever, evermore,I'll sing Oh well-a-day!LikeAlexanderI will prove,For I will reign alone;I'll have no Partners in my Love,Nor Rivals in my Throne:I'll do by thee asNerodid,WhenRomewas set on fire;Not only all relief forbid,But to the Hills retire.I'll fold my Arms like Ensigns up,Thy falshood to deplore;And after such a bitter Cup,I'll never love thee more.Yet for the Love I bore thee once,And lest that Love should die;A Marble Tomb of Stone I'll write,The Truth to testifie:That all the Pilgrims passing by,May see and so implore;And stay and read the reason why,I'll never love thee more.

MYDear and only Love take heed,

How thou thy self expose;

And let not longing Lovers feed,

Upon such looks as those

I'll Marble Wall thee round about,

And Build without a Door;

But if my Love doth once break out,

I'll never Love thee more.

If thou hast love that thou refine,And tho' thou seest me not;Yet paralell'd that Heart of thineShall never be forgot:But if Unconstancy admit,A Stranger to bear sway;My Treasure that proves counterfeit,And he may gain the Day.

If thou hast love that thou refine,

And tho' thou seest me not;

Yet paralell'd that Heart of thine

Shall never be forgot:

But if Unconstancy admit,

A Stranger to bear sway;

My Treasure that proves counterfeit,

And he may gain the Day.

I'll lock my self within a Cell,And wander under Ground;For there is no such Faith in her,As there is to be found:I'll curse the Day that e'er thy Face,My Soul did so betray;And so for ever, evermore,I'll sing Oh well-a-day!

I'll lock my self within a Cell,

And wander under Ground;

For there is no such Faith in her,

As there is to be found:

I'll curse the Day that e'er thy Face,

My Soul did so betray;

And so for ever, evermore,

I'll sing Oh well-a-day!

LikeAlexanderI will prove,For I will reign alone;I'll have no Partners in my Love,Nor Rivals in my Throne:I'll do by thee asNerodid,WhenRomewas set on fire;Not only all relief forbid,But to the Hills retire.

LikeAlexanderI will prove,

For I will reign alone;

I'll have no Partners in my Love,

Nor Rivals in my Throne:

I'll do by thee asNerodid,

WhenRomewas set on fire;

Not only all relief forbid,

But to the Hills retire.

I'll fold my Arms like Ensigns up,Thy falshood to deplore;And after such a bitter Cup,I'll never love thee more.

I'll fold my Arms like Ensigns up,

Thy falshood to deplore;

And after such a bitter Cup,

I'll never love thee more.

Yet for the Love I bore thee once,And lest that Love should die;A Marble Tomb of Stone I'll write,The Truth to testifie:That all the Pilgrims passing by,May see and so implore;And stay and read the reason why,I'll never love thee more.

Yet for the Love I bore thee once,

And lest that Love should die;

A Marble Tomb of Stone I'll write,

The Truth to testifie:

That all the Pilgrims passing by,

May see and so implore;

And stay and read the reason why,

I'll never love thee more.

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COMEbuy my Greens and Flowers fine,Your Houses to adorn;I'll grind your Knives, to please your Wives,And bravely cut your Corns:Ripe Straw-berries here I have to sell,With Taffity-Tarts and Pies;I've Brooms to sell will please you well,If you'll believe your Eyes.Here's Salop brought from Foreign parts,With dainty Pudding-Pyes;And Shrewsbury-Cakes, with Wardens bak'd,I scorn to tell you Lies:With Laces long and Ribbons broad,The best that e'er you see;If you do lack an Almanack,Come buy it now of me.The Tinker's come to stop your holes,And Sauder all your Cracks;What e'er you think here's dainty Ink,And choice of Sealing-Wax:Come Maids bring out your Kitchin-stuff,Old Rags, or Women's Hair;I'll sell you Pins for Coney-skins,Come buy my Earthen-ware.Here's Limmons of the biggest size,With Eggs and Butter too;Brave News they say is come to Day,IfJones'sNews be true:Here's Spiggot and fine Wooden-wares,With Fossets to put in;I'll bottom all your broken Chairs,Then pray let me begin.A Rabbit fat and plump I have,Young Maidens love the same;Come buy a Bird, I'm at a word,Or Pullet of the Game:I sell the best spice Ginger-Bread,You ever did eat before;While MadamKingher Dumplings,She crys from Door to Door.Come buy a Comb, or Buckle fine,For Girdle of your Lass;My Oysters too are very new,With Trumpet sounding glass:Your Lanthorn-horns I'll make them shine,And mend them very well;There's no Jack-line so good as mine,As I have here to sell.Come buy my Honey and my Book,For Cuckolds to peruse;Your Turnip-man is come again,To tell his Dames some News:I've Plumbs and Damsons very fine,With very good mellow Pears;Come buy a charming Dish of Fish,And give it to your Heirs.Come buy my Figs, before they're gone,Here's Custards of the best;And Mustard too, that's very new,Tho' you may think I Jest:My Holland-socks are very strong,Here's Eels to skip and play;My hot grey-pease buy if you please,For I come no more to Day.Old Suits or Cloaks, or Campaign Wigs,With Rusty Guns or Swords:When Whores or Pimps do buy my Shrimps,I never take their words:Your Chimney clean my Boy shall sweep,While I do him command;Card Matches cheap by lump or heap,The best in all the Land.Come taste and buy my Brandy-Wine,'Tis newly come fromFrance:This Powder now is good I vow,Which I have got by chance;New Mackerel the best I have,Of any in the Town;Here's Cloath to sell will please you well,As soft as any Down.Work for the Cooper, Maids give Ear,I'll hoop your Tubs and Pails:And if your sight it is not right,Here's that that never fails:Milk that is new come from the Cow,With Flounders fresh and fair;Here's Elder-buds to purge your Bloods,And Onions keen and rare.Small-coal young Maids I've brought you here,The best that e'er you us'd;Here's Cherries round and very sound,If they are not abus'd;Here's Pippings lately come fromKent,Pray taste and then you'll buy;But mind my Song, and then e'er long,You'll sing it as well as I.

COMEbuy my Greens and Flowers fine,

Your Houses to adorn;

I'll grind your Knives, to please your Wives,

And bravely cut your Corns:

Ripe Straw-berries here I have to sell,

With Taffity-Tarts and Pies;

I've Brooms to sell will please you well,

If you'll believe your Eyes.

Here's Salop brought from Foreign parts,With dainty Pudding-Pyes;And Shrewsbury-Cakes, with Wardens bak'd,I scorn to tell you Lies:With Laces long and Ribbons broad,The best that e'er you see;If you do lack an Almanack,Come buy it now of me.

Here's Salop brought from Foreign parts,

With dainty Pudding-Pyes;

And Shrewsbury-Cakes, with Wardens bak'd,

I scorn to tell you Lies:

With Laces long and Ribbons broad,

The best that e'er you see;

If you do lack an Almanack,

Come buy it now of me.

The Tinker's come to stop your holes,And Sauder all your Cracks;What e'er you think here's dainty Ink,And choice of Sealing-Wax:Come Maids bring out your Kitchin-stuff,Old Rags, or Women's Hair;I'll sell you Pins for Coney-skins,Come buy my Earthen-ware.

The Tinker's come to stop your holes,

And Sauder all your Cracks;

What e'er you think here's dainty Ink,

And choice of Sealing-Wax:

Come Maids bring out your Kitchin-stuff,

Old Rags, or Women's Hair;

I'll sell you Pins for Coney-skins,

Come buy my Earthen-ware.

Here's Limmons of the biggest size,With Eggs and Butter too;Brave News they say is come to Day,IfJones'sNews be true:Here's Spiggot and fine Wooden-wares,With Fossets to put in;I'll bottom all your broken Chairs,Then pray let me begin.

Here's Limmons of the biggest size,

With Eggs and Butter too;

Brave News they say is come to Day,

IfJones'sNews be true:

Here's Spiggot and fine Wooden-wares,

With Fossets to put in;

I'll bottom all your broken Chairs,

Then pray let me begin.

A Rabbit fat and plump I have,Young Maidens love the same;Come buy a Bird, I'm at a word,Or Pullet of the Game:I sell the best spice Ginger-Bread,You ever did eat before;While MadamKingher Dumplings,She crys from Door to Door.

A Rabbit fat and plump I have,

Young Maidens love the same;

Come buy a Bird, I'm at a word,

Or Pullet of the Game:

I sell the best spice Ginger-Bread,

You ever did eat before;

While MadamKingher Dumplings,

She crys from Door to Door.

Come buy a Comb, or Buckle fine,For Girdle of your Lass;My Oysters too are very new,With Trumpet sounding glass:Your Lanthorn-horns I'll make them shine,And mend them very well;There's no Jack-line so good as mine,As I have here to sell.

Come buy a Comb, or Buckle fine,

For Girdle of your Lass;

My Oysters too are very new,

With Trumpet sounding glass:

Your Lanthorn-horns I'll make them shine,

And mend them very well;

There's no Jack-line so good as mine,

As I have here to sell.

Come buy my Honey and my Book,For Cuckolds to peruse;Your Turnip-man is come again,To tell his Dames some News:I've Plumbs and Damsons very fine,With very good mellow Pears;Come buy a charming Dish of Fish,And give it to your Heirs.

Come buy my Honey and my Book,

For Cuckolds to peruse;

Your Turnip-man is come again,

To tell his Dames some News:

I've Plumbs and Damsons very fine,

With very good mellow Pears;

Come buy a charming Dish of Fish,

And give it to your Heirs.

Come buy my Figs, before they're gone,Here's Custards of the best;And Mustard too, that's very new,Tho' you may think I Jest:My Holland-socks are very strong,Here's Eels to skip and play;My hot grey-pease buy if you please,For I come no more to Day.

Come buy my Figs, before they're gone,

Here's Custards of the best;

And Mustard too, that's very new,

Tho' you may think I Jest:

My Holland-socks are very strong,

Here's Eels to skip and play;

My hot grey-pease buy if you please,

For I come no more to Day.

Old Suits or Cloaks, or Campaign Wigs,With Rusty Guns or Swords:When Whores or Pimps do buy my Shrimps,I never take their words:Your Chimney clean my Boy shall sweep,While I do him command;Card Matches cheap by lump or heap,The best in all the Land.

Old Suits or Cloaks, or Campaign Wigs,

With Rusty Guns or Swords:

When Whores or Pimps do buy my Shrimps,

I never take their words:

Your Chimney clean my Boy shall sweep,

While I do him command;

Card Matches cheap by lump or heap,

The best in all the Land.

Come taste and buy my Brandy-Wine,'Tis newly come fromFrance:This Powder now is good I vow,Which I have got by chance;New Mackerel the best I have,Of any in the Town;Here's Cloath to sell will please you well,As soft as any Down.

Come taste and buy my Brandy-Wine,

'Tis newly come fromFrance:

This Powder now is good I vow,

Which I have got by chance;

New Mackerel the best I have,

Of any in the Town;

Here's Cloath to sell will please you well,

As soft as any Down.

Work for the Cooper, Maids give Ear,I'll hoop your Tubs and Pails:And if your sight it is not right,Here's that that never fails:Milk that is new come from the Cow,With Flounders fresh and fair;Here's Elder-buds to purge your Bloods,And Onions keen and rare.

Work for the Cooper, Maids give Ear,

I'll hoop your Tubs and Pails:

And if your sight it is not right,

Here's that that never fails:

Milk that is new come from the Cow,

With Flounders fresh and fair;

Here's Elder-buds to purge your Bloods,

And Onions keen and rare.

Small-coal young Maids I've brought you here,The best that e'er you us'd;Here's Cherries round and very sound,If they are not abus'd;Here's Pippings lately come fromKent,Pray taste and then you'll buy;But mind my Song, and then e'er long,You'll sing it as well as I.

Small-coal young Maids I've brought you here,

The best that e'er you us'd;

Here's Cherries round and very sound,

If they are not abus'd;

Here's Pippings lately come fromKent,

Pray taste and then you'll buy;

But mind my Song, and then e'er long,

You'll sing it as well as I.

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TELLme, tell me, charming Fair,Why so cruel and severe;Is't not you, ah! you alone,Is't not you, ah! you alone,Secures my wandering Heart your own:Change, which once the most did please,Now wants the power to give me ease;You've fixt me as the Centure sure,And you who kill alone can cure,And you who kill alone can cure.If refusing what was granted,Be to raise my Passion higher;Nymph believe me, I ne'er wanted,Art for to inflame desire:Calm my Thoughts, serene my Mind,Still increasing was my Joy,TillLaviniaprov'd unkind,Nothing could my Peace destroy.

TELLme, tell me, charming Fair,

Why so cruel and severe;

Is't not you, ah! you alone,

Secures my wandering Heart your own:

Change, which once the most did please,

Now wants the power to give me ease;

You've fixt me as the Centure sure,

And you who kill alone can cure,

And you who kill alone can cure.

If refusing what was granted,Be to raise my Passion higher;Nymph believe me, I ne'er wanted,Art for to inflame desire:Calm my Thoughts, serene my Mind,Still increasing was my Joy,TillLaviniaprov'd unkind,Nothing could my Peace destroy.

If refusing what was granted,

Be to raise my Passion higher;

Nymph believe me, I ne'er wanted,

Art for to inflame desire:

Calm my Thoughts, serene my Mind,

Still increasing was my Joy,

TillLaviniaprov'd unkind,

Nothing could my Peace destroy.

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UNGUARDEDlies the wishing Maid,Distrusting not to be betray'd;Ready to fall with all her Charms,A shining Treasure to your Arms:Who hears this Story must believe,No Heart can truer Joy receive;Since to take Love and give it too,Is all that Love for hearts can do.

UNGUARDEDlies the wishing Maid,

Distrusting not to be betray'd;

Ready to fall with all her Charms,

A shining Treasure to your Arms:

Who hears this Story must believe,

No Heart can truer Joy receive;

Since to take Love and give it too,

Is all that Love for hearts can do.

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MYNose is the largest of all in this place,Mark how it becometh the midst of my Face;By measure I take it from the end to the Brow,Four Inches by compass, the same doth allow.Likewise it is forged of passing good Metal,All of right Copper, the best in the Kettle;For redness and Goodness the virtue is such,That all other Metal it serveth to touch.Old smug, nor the Tinker that made us so merry,With their brave Noses more red than a Cherry;None here to my Challenge can make a denial,When my Nose cometh thus bravely to Tryal.All Sing.Room for good Noses the best in our Town,Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is brown;For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

MYNose is the largest of all in this place,Mark how it becometh the midst of my Face;By measure I take it from the end to the Brow,Four Inches by compass, the same doth allow.

MYNose is the largest of all in this place,

Mark how it becometh the midst of my Face;

By measure I take it from the end to the Brow,

Four Inches by compass, the same doth allow.

Likewise it is forged of passing good Metal,All of right Copper, the best in the Kettle;For redness and Goodness the virtue is such,That all other Metal it serveth to touch.

Likewise it is forged of passing good Metal,

All of right Copper, the best in the Kettle;

For redness and Goodness the virtue is such,

That all other Metal it serveth to touch.

Old smug, nor the Tinker that made us so merry,With their brave Noses more red than a Cherry;None here to my Challenge can make a denial,When my Nose cometh thus bravely to Tryal.

Old smug, nor the Tinker that made us so merry,

With their brave Noses more red than a Cherry;

None here to my Challenge can make a denial,

When my Nose cometh thus bravely to Tryal.

All Sing.

Room for good Noses the best in our Town,Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is brown;For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

Room for good Noses the best in our Town,

Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is brown;

For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,

So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

MyNose is the Longest no Man can deny,For 'tis a just handful right, mark from mine Eye;Most seemly down hanging full low to my Chin,As into my Belly it fain would look in.It serves for a Weapon my Mouth to defend,My Teeth it preserveth still like a good Friend;Where if so I happen to fall on the Ground,MyNose takes the burthen and keeps my Face sound.It likewise delighteth to peep in the Cup,Searching there deeply 'till all be drank up;Then let my Nose challenge of Noses the best,The longest with Ladies are still in request.All Sing.Room for,&c.

MyNose is the Longest no Man can deny,For 'tis a just handful right, mark from mine Eye;Most seemly down hanging full low to my Chin,As into my Belly it fain would look in.

MyNose is the Longest no Man can deny,

For 'tis a just handful right, mark from mine Eye;

Most seemly down hanging full low to my Chin,

As into my Belly it fain would look in.

It serves for a Weapon my Mouth to defend,My Teeth it preserveth still like a good Friend;Where if so I happen to fall on the Ground,MyNose takes the burthen and keeps my Face sound.

It serves for a Weapon my Mouth to defend,

My Teeth it preserveth still like a good Friend;

Where if so I happen to fall on the Ground,

MyNose takes the burthen and keeps my Face sound.

It likewise delighteth to peep in the Cup,Searching there deeply 'till all be drank up;Then let my Nose challenge of Noses the best,The longest with Ladies are still in request.

It likewise delighteth to peep in the Cup,

Searching there deeply 'till all be drank up;

Then let my Nose challenge of Noses the best,

The longest with Ladies are still in request.

All Sing.

Room for,&c.

MyNose it is Thickest and Roundest of all,Inriched with Rubies the great with the small;No Goldsmith of Jewels can make the like show,See how they are planted here all on a row.How like a round Bottle it also doth hang,Well stuffed with Liquor will make it cry twang;With all, it is sweating in the midst of the Cold,More worth to the honour than ransoms of Gold.You see it is gilded with Claret and Sack,A Food and fit cloathing for belly and back:Then let my Nose challenge of all that be here,To sit at this Table as chiefest in cheer.All Sing.Room for,&c.

MyNose it is Thickest and Roundest of all,Inriched with Rubies the great with the small;No Goldsmith of Jewels can make the like show,See how they are planted here all on a row.

MyNose it is Thickest and Roundest of all,

Inriched with Rubies the great with the small;

No Goldsmith of Jewels can make the like show,

See how they are planted here all on a row.

How like a round Bottle it also doth hang,Well stuffed with Liquor will make it cry twang;With all, it is sweating in the midst of the Cold,More worth to the honour than ransoms of Gold.

How like a round Bottle it also doth hang,

Well stuffed with Liquor will make it cry twang;

With all, it is sweating in the midst of the Cold,

More worth to the honour than ransoms of Gold.

You see it is gilded with Claret and Sack,A Food and fit cloathing for belly and back:Then let my Nose challenge of all that be here,To sit at this Table as chiefest in cheer.

You see it is gilded with Claret and Sack,

A Food and fit cloathing for belly and back:

Then let my Nose challenge of all that be here,

To sit at this Table as chiefest in cheer.

All Sing.

Room for,&c.

We have the best Noses that be in our Town,If any bring better come let him sit down.

We have the best Noses that be in our Town,

If any bring better come let him sit down.

MYNose is the Flatest of all that be here,Devoid of all Danger and bodily fear;When other long Noses let fly at a Post,My Nose hath the advantage, well known to my Host.For 'tis of the making ofDunstableway,Plain without turning as Travellers say,Though no Nose but approveth to some disgrace,It bringeth less trouble unto a good Face.Then let me do homage to them that have best,For all Nose and no Nose, are both but a Jest;Yet my Nose shall Challenge although it be flat,A place with my Neighbours at whiping the Cat.All Sing.Room for good Noses the best in our Town,Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown:For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

MYNose is the Flatest of all that be here,Devoid of all Danger and bodily fear;When other long Noses let fly at a Post,My Nose hath the advantage, well known to my Host.

MYNose is the Flatest of all that be here,

Devoid of all Danger and bodily fear;

When other long Noses let fly at a Post,

My Nose hath the advantage, well known to my Host.

For 'tis of the making ofDunstableway,Plain without turning as Travellers say,Though no Nose but approveth to some disgrace,It bringeth less trouble unto a good Face.

For 'tis of the making ofDunstableway,

Plain without turning as Travellers say,

Though no Nose but approveth to some disgrace,

It bringeth less trouble unto a good Face.

Then let me do homage to them that have best,For all Nose and no Nose, are both but a Jest;Yet my Nose shall Challenge although it be flat,A place with my Neighbours at whiping the Cat.

Then let me do homage to them that have best,

For all Nose and no Nose, are both but a Jest;

Yet my Nose shall Challenge although it be flat,

A place with my Neighbours at whiping the Cat.

All Sing.

Room for good Noses the best in our Town,Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown:For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

Room for good Noses the best in our Town,

Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown:

For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,

So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

MyNose is the Sharpest good Neighbours mark well,The smoak of a Banquet three Mile I can smell;Forged and shaped so sharp at the End,Makes known that I pass not what others do spend.Yet must my Nose spiced most orderly be,With Nutmegs and Ginger, or else 'tis not for me;And so to the bottom the same I commit,Of every Man's cup whereas I do sit.My Nose is the foremost you see at each Feast,Of all other Noses the principal Guest:Then let my Nose challenge as sharp as it shows,The chiefest of every good and bad Nose.All Sing.Room for,&c.

MyNose is the Sharpest good Neighbours mark well,The smoak of a Banquet three Mile I can smell;Forged and shaped so sharp at the End,Makes known that I pass not what others do spend.

MyNose is the Sharpest good Neighbours mark well,

The smoak of a Banquet three Mile I can smell;

Forged and shaped so sharp at the End,

Makes known that I pass not what others do spend.

Yet must my Nose spiced most orderly be,With Nutmegs and Ginger, or else 'tis not for me;And so to the bottom the same I commit,Of every Man's cup whereas I do sit.

Yet must my Nose spiced most orderly be,

With Nutmegs and Ginger, or else 'tis not for me;

And so to the bottom the same I commit,

Of every Man's cup whereas I do sit.

My Nose is the foremost you see at each Feast,Of all other Noses the principal Guest:Then let my Nose challenge as sharp as it shows,The chiefest of every good and bad Nose.

My Nose is the foremost you see at each Feast,

Of all other Noses the principal Guest:

Then let my Nose challenge as sharp as it shows,

The chiefest of every good and bad Nose.

All Sing.

Room for,&c.

MyNose is the Broadest how like you Sir, that,It feeds on good Liquor and grows very fat;For like to a Panack it covers my Face,To make other Noses the more in disgrace.And look how it glisters like Copper-smith's Hall,To which our good Noses are summoned all;When if that the Colours hold out not good red,A Fine must be levied and set on their Head.For having the Broadest and fairest to the Eye,The Sergeant of Noses appointed am I;Then let my Nose challenge the chiefest from the rest,Of all other Noses the Broadest is best.All Sing.Room for good Noses the best in our Town,Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown;For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

MyNose is the Broadest how like you Sir, that,It feeds on good Liquor and grows very fat;For like to a Panack it covers my Face,To make other Noses the more in disgrace.

MyNose is the Broadest how like you Sir, that,

It feeds on good Liquor and grows very fat;

For like to a Panack it covers my Face,

To make other Noses the more in disgrace.

And look how it glisters like Copper-smith's Hall,To which our good Noses are summoned all;When if that the Colours hold out not good red,A Fine must be levied and set on their Head.

And look how it glisters like Copper-smith's Hall,

To which our good Noses are summoned all;

When if that the Colours hold out not good red,

A Fine must be levied and set on their Head.

For having the Broadest and fairest to the Eye,The Sergeant of Noses appointed am I;Then let my Nose challenge the chiefest from the rest,Of all other Noses the Broadest is best.All Sing.

For having the Broadest and fairest to the Eye,

The Sergeant of Noses appointed am I;

Then let my Nose challenge the chiefest from the rest,

Of all other Noses the Broadest is best.

All Sing.

Room for good Noses the best in our Town,Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown;For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

Room for good Noses the best in our Town,

Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown;

For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,

So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.

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NOBLEKingLud,Full long hast thou stood,Not framed of Wood, but of StoneOf Stone sure thou art,Like our Creditors Heart,That regards not our sorrowful Moan.Within the Gate,They cry at the Grate,Pray Remember our Fate and shew Pity;The poor and distress'd,Who in Bonds are oppress'd,Entreat the relief of the CityIn Threadbare Coats,We tear our Throats,With pitiful Notes that would moveAll Creatures, but Brutes,To give ear to our Suits,And themselves like true Christians approve.But in vain we cry,With a Box hanging by,Good Sirs cast an Eye on our Case;No Beau nor Town Mistress,Are touched with our Distress,But hold up their Nose at the Place.The Lawyer jogs on,Without looking uponTh' afflicted, whose Moans he gives being;Nor thinks on us Cits,But Breviates and Writs,And demurrs on Exorbitant Feeing,TheSerjeantsandYeomen,Who seek to undo Men,Though Good-men and True-men ne'er mind us;But rejoyce they get,By our being in Debt,And that where they have brought us, they find us.The Merchant alone,Makes our sorrows his own,And allows there is none but may fail;Since that is free,By losses at Sea,May be immurr'd in a Gaol.His Purse and his Board,With Plenty are stor'd,Due Relief to afford to the Needy;While the Priest in his Coach,Joggs on to Debauch,To cloath us or feed us too Greedy.Others go by,And hearing our cry,They cast up their Eye in Disdain;Affirming that we,If once get free,Should quickly be Prisoners again,But let 'em take heed,That reproach us indeed,And thus at our need go by grinning;Since it is so Man,That there is no Man,Knows his End, that may know his Beginning.

NOBLEKingLud,Full long hast thou stood,Not framed of Wood, but of StoneOf Stone sure thou art,Like our Creditors Heart,That regards not our sorrowful Moan.

NOBLEKingLud,

Full long hast thou stood,

Not framed of Wood, but of Stone

Of Stone sure thou art,

Like our Creditors Heart,

That regards not our sorrowful Moan.

Within the Gate,They cry at the Grate,Pray Remember our Fate and shew Pity;The poor and distress'd,Who in Bonds are oppress'd,Entreat the relief of the City

Within the Gate,

They cry at the Grate,

Pray Remember our Fate and shew Pity;

The poor and distress'd,

Who in Bonds are oppress'd,

Entreat the relief of the City

In Threadbare Coats,We tear our Throats,With pitiful Notes that would moveAll Creatures, but Brutes,To give ear to our Suits,And themselves like true Christians approve.

In Threadbare Coats,

We tear our Throats,

With pitiful Notes that would move

All Creatures, but Brutes,

To give ear to our Suits,

And themselves like true Christians approve.

But in vain we cry,With a Box hanging by,Good Sirs cast an Eye on our Case;No Beau nor Town Mistress,Are touched with our Distress,But hold up their Nose at the Place.

But in vain we cry,

With a Box hanging by,

Good Sirs cast an Eye on our Case;

No Beau nor Town Mistress,

Are touched with our Distress,

But hold up their Nose at the Place.

The Lawyer jogs on,Without looking uponTh' afflicted, whose Moans he gives being;Nor thinks on us Cits,But Breviates and Writs,And demurrs on Exorbitant Feeing,

The Lawyer jogs on,

Without looking upon

Th' afflicted, whose Moans he gives being;

Nor thinks on us Cits,

But Breviates and Writs,

And demurrs on Exorbitant Feeing,

TheSerjeantsandYeomen,Who seek to undo Men,Though Good-men and True-men ne'er mind us;But rejoyce they get,By our being in Debt,And that where they have brought us, they find us.

TheSerjeantsandYeomen,

Who seek to undo Men,

Though Good-men and True-men ne'er mind us;

But rejoyce they get,

By our being in Debt,

And that where they have brought us, they find us.

The Merchant alone,Makes our sorrows his own,And allows there is none but may fail;Since that is free,By losses at Sea,May be immurr'd in a Gaol.

The Merchant alone,

Makes our sorrows his own,

And allows there is none but may fail;

Since that is free,

By losses at Sea,

May be immurr'd in a Gaol.

His Purse and his Board,With Plenty are stor'd,Due Relief to afford to the Needy;While the Priest in his Coach,Joggs on to Debauch,To cloath us or feed us too Greedy.

His Purse and his Board,

With Plenty are stor'd,

Due Relief to afford to the Needy;

While the Priest in his Coach,

Joggs on to Debauch,

To cloath us or feed us too Greedy.

Others go by,And hearing our cry,They cast up their Eye in Disdain;Affirming that we,If once get free,Should quickly be Prisoners again,

Others go by,

And hearing our cry,

They cast up their Eye in Disdain;

Affirming that we,

If once get free,

Should quickly be Prisoners again,

But let 'em take heed,That reproach us indeed,And thus at our need go by grinning;Since it is so Man,That there is no Man,Knows his End, that may know his Beginning.

But let 'em take heed,

That reproach us indeed,

And thus at our need go by grinning;

Since it is so Man,

That there is no Man,

Knows his End, that may know his Beginning.

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ROOMfor Gentlemen, here comes a Company,Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord-Mayor;You Barons, you Knights, and also you 'Squires,Give Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord Mayor.First comes the Worshipful Company,Of GallantMercersinto this Place;With their worthy Caps of Maintenance,Upon their Shoulders to their great grace:Side by side do they go as you see here,Room for, &c.Next to them here comes theGrocers,A Company of Gallants bold;Who willingly do give Attendance,As all the People may behold:In their Gowns and their Caps with gallant Cheer.Room for,&c.Then theDrapersthey come next,With their Streamers flying so fair;And their Trumpets sounding most loudly,Attending still upon my Lord Mayor:Their Whifflers, their Batchelors, and all they have there,Give Room,&c.Then comes the Company of gallantFishmongers,Attending his Lordship's coming here;As duty bindeth they do still wait,Until his Lordship doth appear:Then they rise, and go with lusty cheer,With Loving Hearts before the Lord Mayor.TheGoldsmithsthey are next to them,A braver Company there cannot be;All in their Liveries going most bravely,And Colours spread most gallantly:They do wait, they attend, and then they stay there,Until the coming of my Lord Mayor.TheMerchant-Taylorsnow they come in,A Company both stout and bold;Most willing to perform their Duties,Scorning of any to be controul'd:In their Gowns and their Caps, and ancient Affairs,All attend,&c.TheHaberdashersa Company be,Of Gentlemen both Grave and Wise;To all good Orders they do agree,For the City's good they still devise:They set to their helping as you may hear,Still to the comfort of City and Mayor.TheSkinnersthey a Company be,As gallant Men as be the rest;Their Duties they perform truly,As honestly as do the best:Their Antients, then Drums, then Trumpets be there,Attending still,&c.Truly theSaltersa Company Grave,Of Understanding be good and Wise;And to perform all godly Orders,Within the City they devise:When occasion doth serve they present themselves there,With all the Company,&c.TheIron-mongersa Company be,Who know their Duties every one;And willingly they do Obey,And wait his Lordship still upon:From the Morning they rise they still do stay there,Until the departing of,&c.The Company of worthyVintners,His Lordship still do wait upon;With all their Furniture along most gallantly,In order they go every one:Until the Companys do appear,And then they go before,&c.A Company there is of worthyCloth-workers,Who wait and give Attendance still:When his Lordship hath any occasion,They ready are to obey his Will;For fear any Service should be wanting there,They will present themselves before the Lord Mayor.God bless our King and Counsel all,And all his true Subjects in this Land;And cut down all those false Hereticks,That would the Gospel still withstand:God prosper this City, and all that are here,And I wish you to say God bless my Lord-Mayor.

ROOMfor Gentlemen, here comes a Company,Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord-Mayor;You Barons, you Knights, and also you 'Squires,Give Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord Mayor.

ROOMfor Gentlemen, here comes a Company,

Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord-Mayor;

You Barons, you Knights, and also you 'Squires,

Give Room for Gentlemen, here comes my Lord Mayor.

First comes the Worshipful Company,Of GallantMercersinto this Place;With their worthy Caps of Maintenance,Upon their Shoulders to their great grace:Side by side do they go as you see here,Room for, &c.

First comes the Worshipful Company,

Of GallantMercersinto this Place;

With their worthy Caps of Maintenance,

Upon their Shoulders to their great grace:

Side by side do they go as you see here,

Room for, &c.

Next to them here comes theGrocers,A Company of Gallants bold;Who willingly do give Attendance,As all the People may behold:In their Gowns and their Caps with gallant Cheer.Room for,&c.

Next to them here comes theGrocers,

A Company of Gallants bold;

Who willingly do give Attendance,

As all the People may behold:

In their Gowns and their Caps with gallant Cheer.

Room for,&c.

Then theDrapersthey come next,With their Streamers flying so fair;And their Trumpets sounding most loudly,Attending still upon my Lord Mayor:Their Whifflers, their Batchelors, and all they have there,Give Room,&c.

Then theDrapersthey come next,

With their Streamers flying so fair;

And their Trumpets sounding most loudly,

Attending still upon my Lord Mayor:

Their Whifflers, their Batchelors, and all they have there,

Give Room,&c.

Then comes the Company of gallantFishmongers,Attending his Lordship's coming here;As duty bindeth they do still wait,Until his Lordship doth appear:Then they rise, and go with lusty cheer,With Loving Hearts before the Lord Mayor.

Then comes the Company of gallantFishmongers,

Attending his Lordship's coming here;

As duty bindeth they do still wait,

Until his Lordship doth appear:

Then they rise, and go with lusty cheer,

With Loving Hearts before the Lord Mayor.

TheGoldsmithsthey are next to them,A braver Company there cannot be;All in their Liveries going most bravely,And Colours spread most gallantly:They do wait, they attend, and then they stay there,Until the coming of my Lord Mayor.

TheGoldsmithsthey are next to them,

A braver Company there cannot be;

All in their Liveries going most bravely,

And Colours spread most gallantly:

They do wait, they attend, and then they stay there,

Until the coming of my Lord Mayor.

TheMerchant-Taylorsnow they come in,A Company both stout and bold;Most willing to perform their Duties,Scorning of any to be controul'd:In their Gowns and their Caps, and ancient Affairs,All attend,&c.

TheMerchant-Taylorsnow they come in,

A Company both stout and bold;

Most willing to perform their Duties,

Scorning of any to be controul'd:

In their Gowns and their Caps, and ancient Affairs,

All attend,&c.

TheHaberdashersa Company be,Of Gentlemen both Grave and Wise;To all good Orders they do agree,For the City's good they still devise:They set to their helping as you may hear,Still to the comfort of City and Mayor.

TheHaberdashersa Company be,

Of Gentlemen both Grave and Wise;

To all good Orders they do agree,

For the City's good they still devise:

They set to their helping as you may hear,

Still to the comfort of City and Mayor.

TheSkinnersthey a Company be,As gallant Men as be the rest;Their Duties they perform truly,As honestly as do the best:Their Antients, then Drums, then Trumpets be there,Attending still,&c.

TheSkinnersthey a Company be,

As gallant Men as be the rest;

Their Duties they perform truly,

As honestly as do the best:

Their Antients, then Drums, then Trumpets be there,

Attending still,&c.

Truly theSaltersa Company Grave,Of Understanding be good and Wise;And to perform all godly Orders,Within the City they devise:When occasion doth serve they present themselves there,With all the Company,&c.

Truly theSaltersa Company Grave,

Of Understanding be good and Wise;

And to perform all godly Orders,

Within the City they devise:

When occasion doth serve they present themselves there,

With all the Company,&c.

TheIron-mongersa Company be,Who know their Duties every one;And willingly they do Obey,And wait his Lordship still upon:From the Morning they rise they still do stay there,Until the departing of,&c.

TheIron-mongersa Company be,

Who know their Duties every one;

And willingly they do Obey,

And wait his Lordship still upon:

From the Morning they rise they still do stay there,

Until the departing of,&c.

The Company of worthyVintners,His Lordship still do wait upon;With all their Furniture along most gallantly,In order they go every one:Until the Companys do appear,And then they go before,&c.

The Company of worthyVintners,

His Lordship still do wait upon;

With all their Furniture along most gallantly,

In order they go every one:

Until the Companys do appear,

And then they go before,&c.

A Company there is of worthyCloth-workers,Who wait and give Attendance still:When his Lordship hath any occasion,They ready are to obey his Will;For fear any Service should be wanting there,They will present themselves before the Lord Mayor.

A Company there is of worthyCloth-workers,

Who wait and give Attendance still:

When his Lordship hath any occasion,

They ready are to obey his Will;

For fear any Service should be wanting there,

They will present themselves before the Lord Mayor.

God bless our King and Counsel all,And all his true Subjects in this Land;And cut down all those false Hereticks,That would the Gospel still withstand:God prosper this City, and all that are here,And I wish you to say God bless my Lord-Mayor.

God bless our King and Counsel all,

And all his true Subjects in this Land;

And cut down all those false Hereticks,

That would the Gospel still withstand:

God prosper this City, and all that are here,

And I wish you to say God bless my Lord-Mayor.

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IFain wou'd find a passing good Wife,That I may live merry all Days of my Life,But that I do fear much sorrow and strife,Then I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.If I should Marry a Maid that is Fair,With her round cherry Cheeks and her flaxen Hair,Many close Meetings I must forbear,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry a Maid that is Foul,The best of my Pleasure will be but a Scoul.She'll sit in a corner like to an Owl,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.If I should Marry a Maid that's a Slut,My Diet a dressing abroad I must put,For fear of Distempers to trouble my Gut,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.If I should Marry a Maid that's a Fool,To learn her more Wit I must put her to School,Or else fool-hardy keep in good rule,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry a Maid that's a Scold,My Freedom at home is evermore sold,Her Mouth is too little her Tongue for to hold,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that's a Whore,I must keep open for her my back Door,And so a kind Wittal be called therefore,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry a Maid that is Proud,She'll look for much more than can be allow'd,No Wife of that making I'll have I have vow'd,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry a Maid that is meek,The rule of my Household I might go seek,For such a kind Soul I care not a Leek,And I'll,&c.I would have a Wife to come at a Call,Too fat, nor too lean, too low, nor too tall,But such a good Wife as may please all,Else I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,Else I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

IFain wou'd find a passing good Wife,That I may live merry all Days of my Life,But that I do fear much sorrow and strife,Then I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

IFain wou'd find a passing good Wife,

That I may live merry all Days of my Life,

But that I do fear much sorrow and strife,

Then I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry a Maid that is Fair,With her round cherry Cheeks and her flaxen Hair,Many close Meetings I must forbear,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that is Fair,

With her round cherry Cheeks and her flaxen Hair,

Many close Meetings I must forbear,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that is Foul,The best of my Pleasure will be but a Scoul.She'll sit in a corner like to an Owl,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry a Maid that is Foul,

The best of my Pleasure will be but a Scoul.

She'll sit in a corner like to an Owl,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry a Maid that's a Slut,My Diet a dressing abroad I must put,For fear of Distempers to trouble my Gut,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry a Maid that's a Slut,

My Diet a dressing abroad I must put,

For fear of Distempers to trouble my Gut,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry a Maid that's a Fool,To learn her more Wit I must put her to School,Or else fool-hardy keep in good rule,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that's a Fool,

To learn her more Wit I must put her to School,

Or else fool-hardy keep in good rule,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that's a Scold,My Freedom at home is evermore sold,Her Mouth is too little her Tongue for to hold,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that's a Scold,

My Freedom at home is evermore sold,

Her Mouth is too little her Tongue for to hold,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that's a Whore,I must keep open for her my back Door,And so a kind Wittal be called therefore,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that's a Whore,

I must keep open for her my back Door,

And so a kind Wittal be called therefore,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that is Proud,She'll look for much more than can be allow'd,No Wife of that making I'll have I have vow'd,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that is Proud,

She'll look for much more than can be allow'd,

No Wife of that making I'll have I have vow'd,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that is meek,The rule of my Household I might go seek,For such a kind Soul I care not a Leek,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry a Maid that is meek,

The rule of my Household I might go seek,

For such a kind Soul I care not a Leek,

And I'll,&c.

I would have a Wife to come at a Call,Too fat, nor too lean, too low, nor too tall,But such a good Wife as may please all,Else I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,Else I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

I would have a Wife to come at a Call,

Too fat, nor too lean, too low, nor too tall,

But such a good Wife as may please all,

Else I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

Else I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

IFI should go seek the whole World about,To find a kind and loving Wife out,That labour were lost, I am in great doubt,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.If I Marry with one that is Young,With a false Heart and flattering Tongue,Sorrow and Care may be my Song,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Old,I never should have the Pleasures I would,But Arm full of Bones frozen with Cold,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Poor,By me my best Friends will set little storeAnd so go a Begging from door to door,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Rich,She'll ever upbraid me she brought me too much,And make me her Drudge, but I'll have none such,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Blind,All for to seek and worse for to find,I then should have nothing to please my Mind,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Dumb,How could she welcome my Friends that come,For her best language is to say Mum,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.If I should Marry with one that is Deaf,Hard of Belief, and Jealous 'till death,To the Jawm of a Chimney spend I my Breath,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Fine,She will spend all in Ale and in Wine,Spend she her own, she shall not spend mine,And I'll,&c.If I should Marry with one that is Tall,I having but little she would have it all,Then will I live single, whate'er it befal,And I'll,&c.For when I am Married I must be glad,To please my Wife though never so bad,Then farewel the Joys that lately I had,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.Maids that will not when you may,When you would, you shall have nay.

IFI should go seek the whole World about,To find a kind and loving Wife out,That labour were lost, I am in great doubt,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

IFI should go seek the whole World about,

To find a kind and loving Wife out,

That labour were lost, I am in great doubt,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I Marry with one that is Young,With a false Heart and flattering Tongue,Sorrow and Care may be my Song,And I'll,&c.

If I Marry with one that is Young,

With a false Heart and flattering Tongue,

Sorrow and Care may be my Song,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Old,I never should have the Pleasures I would,But Arm full of Bones frozen with Cold,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Old,

I never should have the Pleasures I would,

But Arm full of Bones frozen with Cold,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Poor,By me my best Friends will set little storeAnd so go a Begging from door to door,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Poor,

By me my best Friends will set little store

And so go a Begging from door to door,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Rich,She'll ever upbraid me she brought me too much,And make me her Drudge, but I'll have none such,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Rich,

She'll ever upbraid me she brought me too much,

And make me her Drudge, but I'll have none such,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Blind,All for to seek and worse for to find,I then should have nothing to please my Mind,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Blind,

All for to seek and worse for to find,

I then should have nothing to please my Mind,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Dumb,How could she welcome my Friends that come,For her best language is to say Mum,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry with one that is Dumb,

How could she welcome my Friends that come,

For her best language is to say Mum,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry with one that is Deaf,Hard of Belief, and Jealous 'till death,To the Jawm of a Chimney spend I my Breath,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Deaf,

Hard of Belief, and Jealous 'till death,

To the Jawm of a Chimney spend I my Breath,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Fine,She will spend all in Ale and in Wine,Spend she her own, she shall not spend mine,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Fine,

She will spend all in Ale and in Wine,

Spend she her own, she shall not spend mine,

And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Tall,I having but little she would have it all,Then will I live single, whate'er it befal,And I'll,&c.

If I should Marry with one that is Tall,

I having but little she would have it all,

Then will I live single, whate'er it befal,

And I'll,&c.

For when I am Married I must be glad,To please my Wife though never so bad,Then farewel the Joys that lately I had,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

For when I am Married I must be glad,

To please my Wife though never so bad,

Then farewel the Joys that lately I had,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,

And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

Maids that will not when you may,When you would, you shall have nay.

Maids that will not when you may,

When you would, you shall have nay.

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THO' thou'rt ugly and Old,A damn'd Slut and a Scold,Yet if you will tip me a Guinea;By the help of my Rhimes,To the latest of Times,Thou shalt have thy Adorers dearJenny.We Bards have a knack,To turn White into Black,And make Vice seem Vertue, which odd is;True Poetical Cant,Dubbs a Rebel a Saint,And refines a Jilt into a Goddess.These trick Rhiming Sages,Observ'd in all Ages,To dress naked Truth in a Fable;And tho' ev'ry story,Out-did Purgatory,They still were believ'd by the Rabble.Pray what wasActeon,Whom Dogs made a Prey on,But a Sportsman undone by his Chasing;Or the fam'dDiomede,Of whom his Nags fled,But a Jockey quite ruin'd by racing?Medæa, 'tis sung,Could make old Women Young.Tho' she nought but a true waiting-Maid is;Who with Comb of black Lead,With Paint white and Red,With Patch and wash, vamps up grey Ladies.Vulcanleft the Bellows,And Sooty left good Fellows,That he might take ofNectara Cann full;Venuswas a gay Trull,To the Cuckoldly Fool,Marsa Bully that beat on her Anvil.Neptunewas a Tarpawling,AndPhœbusby calling,A Mountebank, Wizard, and Harper;JollyBacchusa Lad,Of the Wine-drawing Trade,AndMercurya Pimp and a Sharper.Pallaswas a stale Maid,With a grimGorgon'shead,Whose ugliness made her the Chaster,A Scold great wasJuno,As I know, or you know,AndJovewas as great a Whore-master.Then prithee dear Creature,Now show thy good nature,This once be my FemaleMacœnas;And Times yet unknown,MyJennyshall own,Chast asPallas, but fairer thanVenus.

THO' thou'rt ugly and Old,A damn'd Slut and a Scold,Yet if you will tip me a Guinea;By the help of my Rhimes,To the latest of Times,Thou shalt have thy Adorers dearJenny.

THO' thou'rt ugly and Old,

A damn'd Slut and a Scold,

Yet if you will tip me a Guinea;

By the help of my Rhimes,

To the latest of Times,

Thou shalt have thy Adorers dearJenny.

We Bards have a knack,To turn White into Black,And make Vice seem Vertue, which odd is;True Poetical Cant,Dubbs a Rebel a Saint,And refines a Jilt into a Goddess.

We Bards have a knack,

To turn White into Black,

And make Vice seem Vertue, which odd is;

True Poetical Cant,

Dubbs a Rebel a Saint,

And refines a Jilt into a Goddess.

These trick Rhiming Sages,Observ'd in all Ages,To dress naked Truth in a Fable;And tho' ev'ry story,Out-did Purgatory,They still were believ'd by the Rabble.

These trick Rhiming Sages,

Observ'd in all Ages,

To dress naked Truth in a Fable;

And tho' ev'ry story,

Out-did Purgatory,

They still were believ'd by the Rabble.

Pray what wasActeon,Whom Dogs made a Prey on,But a Sportsman undone by his Chasing;Or the fam'dDiomede,Of whom his Nags fled,But a Jockey quite ruin'd by racing?

Pray what wasActeon,

Whom Dogs made a Prey on,

But a Sportsman undone by his Chasing;

Or the fam'dDiomede,

Of whom his Nags fled,

But a Jockey quite ruin'd by racing?

Medæa, 'tis sung,Could make old Women Young.Tho' she nought but a true waiting-Maid is;Who with Comb of black Lead,With Paint white and Red,With Patch and wash, vamps up grey Ladies.

Medæa, 'tis sung,

Could make old Women Young.

Tho' she nought but a true waiting-Maid is;

Who with Comb of black Lead,

With Paint white and Red,

With Patch and wash, vamps up grey Ladies.

Vulcanleft the Bellows,And Sooty left good Fellows,That he might take ofNectara Cann full;Venuswas a gay Trull,To the Cuckoldly Fool,Marsa Bully that beat on her Anvil.

Vulcanleft the Bellows,

And Sooty left good Fellows,

That he might take ofNectara Cann full;

Venuswas a gay Trull,

To the Cuckoldly Fool,

Marsa Bully that beat on her Anvil.

Neptunewas a Tarpawling,AndPhœbusby calling,A Mountebank, Wizard, and Harper;JollyBacchusa Lad,Of the Wine-drawing Trade,AndMercurya Pimp and a Sharper.

Neptunewas a Tarpawling,

AndPhœbusby calling,

A Mountebank, Wizard, and Harper;

JollyBacchusa Lad,

Of the Wine-drawing Trade,

AndMercurya Pimp and a Sharper.

Pallaswas a stale Maid,With a grimGorgon'shead,Whose ugliness made her the Chaster,A Scold great wasJuno,As I know, or you know,AndJovewas as great a Whore-master.

Pallaswas a stale Maid,

With a grimGorgon'shead,

Whose ugliness made her the Chaster,

A Scold great wasJuno,

As I know, or you know,

AndJovewas as great a Whore-master.

Then prithee dear Creature,Now show thy good nature,This once be my FemaleMacœnas;And Times yet unknown,MyJennyshall own,Chast asPallas, but fairer thanVenus.

Then prithee dear Creature,

Now show thy good nature,

This once be my FemaleMacœnas;

And Times yet unknown,

MyJennyshall own,

Chast asPallas, but fairer thanVenus.

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SITyou merry Gallants,For I can tell you News,Of a Fashion call'd the Button'd Smock,The which our Wenches use:Because that in the City,In troth it is great pity;Our Gallants hold it much in scorn.They should put down the City:But is not this a bouncing Wench,And is not this a Bonny;In troth she wears aHollandSmock,If that she weareth any.A bonny Lass in a Country Town,Unto her Commendation;She scorns aHollandSmock,Made after the old Fashion:But she will have itHollandfine,As fine as may be wore;Hem'd and stitch'd withNaplesSilk,And button'd down before:But is not,&c.Our Gallants of the City,New Fashions do devise;And wear such new found fangle things,Which country Folk despise:As for the Button'd Smock,None can hold it in scorn;Nor none can think the Fashion ill,It is so closely worn:Although it may be felt,It's seldom to be seen;It passeth all the Fashions yet,That heretofore hath been.But is not,&c.Our Wenches of the City,That gains the Silver rare;Sometimes they wear a Canvass Smock,That's torn or worn Thread-bare:Perhaps a Smock of Lockrum,That dirty, foul, or black:Or else a Smock of Canvass course,As hard as any Sack.But is not,&c.But she that wears theHollandSmock,I commend her still that did it;To wear her under Parts so fine,The more 'tis for her Credit:For some will have the out-side fine,To make the braver show;But she will have herHollandSmockThat's Button'd down below.But is not,&c.But if that I should take in hand,Her Person to commend;I should vouchsafe a long Discourse,The which I could not end:For her Vertues they are many,Her person likewise such;But only in particular,Some part of them I'll touch.But is not,&c.Those Fools that still are doing,With none but costly Dames;With tediousness of wooing,Makes cold their hottest flames:Give me the Country Lass,That trips it o'er the Field;And ope's her Forest at the first.And is not Coy to yield.Who when she dons her Vesture,She makes the Spring her Glass;And with her Comely gesture,Doth all the Meadows pass:Who knows no other cunning,But when she feels it come;To gripe your Back, if you be slack,And thrust your Weapon home.'Tis not their boasting humour,Their painted looks nor state;Nor smells of the Perfumer,The Creature doth create:Shall make me unto these,Such slavish service owe;Give me the Wench that freely takes,And freely doth bestow.Who far from all beguiling,Doth not her Beauty Mask;But all the while lye smiling,While you are at your task:Who in the midst of Pleasure,Will beyond active strain;And for your Pranks, will con you thanks,And cursey for your pain.

SITyou merry Gallants,

For I can tell you News,

Of a Fashion call'd the Button'd Smock,

The which our Wenches use:

Because that in the City,

In troth it is great pity;

Our Gallants hold it much in scorn.

They should put down the City:

But is not this a bouncing Wench,

And is not this a Bonny;

In troth she wears aHollandSmock,

If that she weareth any.

A bonny Lass in a Country Town,Unto her Commendation;She scorns aHollandSmock,Made after the old Fashion:But she will have itHollandfine,As fine as may be wore;Hem'd and stitch'd withNaplesSilk,And button'd down before:But is not,&c.

A bonny Lass in a Country Town,

Unto her Commendation;

She scorns aHollandSmock,

Made after the old Fashion:

But she will have itHollandfine,

As fine as may be wore;

Hem'd and stitch'd withNaplesSilk,

And button'd down before:

But is not,&c.

Our Gallants of the City,New Fashions do devise;And wear such new found fangle things,Which country Folk despise:As for the Button'd Smock,None can hold it in scorn;Nor none can think the Fashion ill,It is so closely worn:Although it may be felt,It's seldom to be seen;It passeth all the Fashions yet,That heretofore hath been.But is not,&c.

Our Gallants of the City,

New Fashions do devise;

And wear such new found fangle things,

Which country Folk despise:

As for the Button'd Smock,

None can hold it in scorn;

Nor none can think the Fashion ill,

It is so closely worn:

Although it may be felt,

It's seldom to be seen;

It passeth all the Fashions yet,

That heretofore hath been.

But is not,&c.

Our Wenches of the City,That gains the Silver rare;Sometimes they wear a Canvass Smock,That's torn or worn Thread-bare:Perhaps a Smock of Lockrum,That dirty, foul, or black:Or else a Smock of Canvass course,As hard as any Sack.But is not,&c.

Our Wenches of the City,

That gains the Silver rare;

Sometimes they wear a Canvass Smock,

That's torn or worn Thread-bare:

Perhaps a Smock of Lockrum,

That dirty, foul, or black:

Or else a Smock of Canvass course,

As hard as any Sack.

But is not,&c.

But she that wears theHollandSmock,I commend her still that did it;To wear her under Parts so fine,The more 'tis for her Credit:For some will have the out-side fine,To make the braver show;But she will have herHollandSmockThat's Button'd down below.But is not,&c.

But she that wears theHollandSmock,

I commend her still that did it;

To wear her under Parts so fine,

The more 'tis for her Credit:

For some will have the out-side fine,

To make the braver show;

But she will have herHollandSmock

That's Button'd down below.

But is not,&c.

But if that I should take in hand,Her Person to commend;I should vouchsafe a long Discourse,The which I could not end:For her Vertues they are many,Her person likewise such;But only in particular,Some part of them I'll touch.But is not,&c.

But if that I should take in hand,

Her Person to commend;

I should vouchsafe a long Discourse,

The which I could not end:

For her Vertues they are many,

Her person likewise such;

But only in particular,

Some part of them I'll touch.

But is not,&c.

Those Fools that still are doing,With none but costly Dames;With tediousness of wooing,Makes cold their hottest flames:Give me the Country Lass,That trips it o'er the Field;And ope's her Forest at the first.And is not Coy to yield.

Those Fools that still are doing,

With none but costly Dames;

With tediousness of wooing,

Makes cold their hottest flames:

Give me the Country Lass,

That trips it o'er the Field;

And ope's her Forest at the first.

And is not Coy to yield.

Who when she dons her Vesture,She makes the Spring her Glass;And with her Comely gesture,Doth all the Meadows pass:Who knows no other cunning,But when she feels it come;To gripe your Back, if you be slack,And thrust your Weapon home.

Who when she dons her Vesture,

She makes the Spring her Glass;

And with her Comely gesture,

Doth all the Meadows pass:

Who knows no other cunning,

But when she feels it come;

To gripe your Back, if you be slack,

And thrust your Weapon home.

'Tis not their boasting humour,Their painted looks nor state;Nor smells of the Perfumer,The Creature doth create:Shall make me unto these,Such slavish service owe;Give me the Wench that freely takes,And freely doth bestow.

'Tis not their boasting humour,

Their painted looks nor state;

Nor smells of the Perfumer,

The Creature doth create:

Shall make me unto these,

Such slavish service owe;

Give me the Wench that freely takes,

And freely doth bestow.

Who far from all beguiling,Doth not her Beauty Mask;But all the while lye smiling,While you are at your task:Who in the midst of Pleasure,Will beyond active strain;And for your Pranks, will con you thanks,And cursey for your pain.

Who far from all beguiling,

Doth not her Beauty Mask;

But all the while lye smiling,

While you are at your task:

Who in the midst of Pleasure,

Will beyond active strain;

And for your Pranks, will con you thanks,

And cursey for your pain.

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Z——DSMadam return me my Heart,Or by the LordHarryI'll make ye;Tho' you sleep when I talk of my smart,As I hope to be Knighted I'll wake ye;If you rant, why byJove,Then I'll rant as well as you;There's no body cares for your puffing,You're mistaken in me;Nay prithee, prithee, prithee pish,We'll try who's the best at a huffing.But if you will your Heart surrender,And confess yourself uncivil;'Tis probable I may grow tender,And recal what I purpos'd of evil,But if you persist in rigour,'Tis a thousand to one but I teeze you;For you'll find so much heat and such vigour,As may trouble you forsooth or please you.

Z——DSMadam return me my Heart,

Or by the LordHarryI'll make ye;

Tho' you sleep when I talk of my smart,

As I hope to be Knighted I'll wake ye;

If you rant, why byJove,

Then I'll rant as well as you;

There's no body cares for your puffing,

You're mistaken in me;

Nay prithee, prithee, prithee pish,

We'll try who's the best at a huffing.

But if you will your Heart surrender,And confess yourself uncivil;'Tis probable I may grow tender,And recal what I purpos'd of evil,But if you persist in rigour,'Tis a thousand to one but I teeze you;For you'll find so much heat and such vigour,As may trouble you forsooth or please you.

But if you will your Heart surrender,

And confess yourself uncivil;

'Tis probable I may grow tender,

And recal what I purpos'd of evil,

But if you persist in rigour,

'Tis a thousand to one but I teeze you;

For you'll find so much heat and such vigour,

As may trouble you forsooth or please you.

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THO' you make no return to my Passion,Still, still I presume to adore;'Tis in Love but an odd Reputation,When faintly repuls'd to give o'er:When you talk of your duty,I gaze at your Beauty;Nor mind the dull Maxim at all,Let it reign inCheapside,With the Citizens Bride:It will ne'er be receiv'd, it will ne'er, ne'er, it willne'er be receiv'd atWhite-hall.What Apochryphal Tales are you told,By one who wou'd make you believe;That because ofto haveandto hold,You still must be pinn'd to his Sleeve:'Twere apparent high-Treason,'Gainst Love and 'gainst Reason,Shou'd one such a Treasure engross;He who knows not the Joys,That attend such a choice,Shou'd resign to another that does.

THO' you make no return to my Passion,

Still, still I presume to adore;

'Tis in Love but an odd Reputation,

When faintly repuls'd to give o'er:

When you talk of your duty,

I gaze at your Beauty;

Nor mind the dull Maxim at all,

Let it reign inCheapside,

With the Citizens Bride:

It will ne'er be receiv'd, it will ne'er, ne'er, it will

ne'er be receiv'd atWhite-hall.

What Apochryphal Tales are you told,By one who wou'd make you believe;That because ofto haveandto hold,You still must be pinn'd to his Sleeve:'Twere apparent high-Treason,'Gainst Love and 'gainst Reason,Shou'd one such a Treasure engross;He who knows not the Joys,That attend such a choice,Shou'd resign to another that does.

What Apochryphal Tales are you told,

By one who wou'd make you believe;

That because ofto haveandto hold,

You still must be pinn'd to his Sleeve:

'Twere apparent high-Treason,

'Gainst Love and 'gainst Reason,

Shou'd one such a Treasure engross;

He who knows not the Joys,

That attend such a choice,

Shou'd resign to another that does.

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WHENWit and Beauty meet in one,That acts an Amorous part;What Nymph its mighty Power can shun,Or 'scape a wounded Heart:Those Potent, wondrous Potent charms,Where-e'er they bless a Swain;He needs not sleep with empty Arms,He needs not sleep with empty Arms,Nor dread severe disdain.Astreasaw the Shepherds bleed,Regardless of their Pain;Unmov'd she hear'd their Oaten Reed,They Dance and Sung in vain;At lengthAmintordid appear,That Miracle of Man;He pleas'd her Eyes and charm'd her Ear,He pleas'd her Eyes and charm'd her Ear,She Lov'd and call'd him PAN.But he as tho' design'd by Fate,Revenger of the harms,Which others suffer'd from her hate,Rifl'd and left her Charms;Then Nymphs no longer keep in pain,A plain well-meaning Heart;Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,In poorAstrea'ssmart.

WHENWit and Beauty meet in one,

That acts an Amorous part;

What Nymph its mighty Power can shun,

Or 'scape a wounded Heart:

Those Potent, wondrous Potent charms,

Where-e'er they bless a Swain;

He needs not sleep with empty Arms,

Nor dread severe disdain.

Astreasaw the Shepherds bleed,Regardless of their Pain;Unmov'd she hear'd their Oaten Reed,They Dance and Sung in vain;At lengthAmintordid appear,That Miracle of Man;He pleas'd her Eyes and charm'd her Ear,He pleas'd her Eyes and charm'd her Ear,She Lov'd and call'd him PAN.

Astreasaw the Shepherds bleed,

Regardless of their Pain;

Unmov'd she hear'd their Oaten Reed,

They Dance and Sung in vain;

At lengthAmintordid appear,

That Miracle of Man;

He pleas'd her Eyes and charm'd her Ear,

She Lov'd and call'd him PAN.

But he as tho' design'd by Fate,Revenger of the harms,Which others suffer'd from her hate,Rifl'd and left her Charms;Then Nymphs no longer keep in pain,A plain well-meaning Heart;Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,In poorAstrea'ssmart.

But he as tho' design'd by Fate,

Revenger of the harms,

Which others suffer'd from her hate,

Rifl'd and left her Charms;

Then Nymphs no longer keep in pain,

A plain well-meaning Heart;

Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,

In poorAstrea'ssmart.

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