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WHENSylviawas kind, and Love play'd in her Eyes,We thought it no Morning tillSylviadid rise;OfSylviathe Hills and the Vallies all Rang,For she was the Subject of every Song.But now, oh how little her Glories do move,That us'd to inflame us, with Raptures of Love;Thy Rigour, ohSylvia, will shorten thy Reign,And make our bright Goddess a Mortal again.Love heightens our Joys, he's the ease of our Care,A spur to the Valiant, a Crown to the Fair;Oh seize his soft Wings then before 'tis too late,Or Cruelty quickly will hasten thy Fate.'Tis kindness, mySylvia, 'tis kindness alone,Will add to thy Lovers, and strengthen thy Throne;In Love, as in Empire, Tyrannical sway,Will make Loyal Subjects forget to Obey.
WHENSylviawas kind, and Love play'd in her Eyes,We thought it no Morning tillSylviadid rise;OfSylviathe Hills and the Vallies all Rang,For she was the Subject of every Song.
WHENSylviawas kind, and Love play'd in her Eyes,
We thought it no Morning tillSylviadid rise;
OfSylviathe Hills and the Vallies all Rang,
For she was the Subject of every Song.
But now, oh how little her Glories do move,That us'd to inflame us, with Raptures of Love;Thy Rigour, ohSylvia, will shorten thy Reign,And make our bright Goddess a Mortal again.
But now, oh how little her Glories do move,
That us'd to inflame us, with Raptures of Love;
Thy Rigour, ohSylvia, will shorten thy Reign,
And make our bright Goddess a Mortal again.
Love heightens our Joys, he's the ease of our Care,A spur to the Valiant, a Crown to the Fair;Oh seize his soft Wings then before 'tis too late,Or Cruelty quickly will hasten thy Fate.
Love heightens our Joys, he's the ease of our Care,
A spur to the Valiant, a Crown to the Fair;
Oh seize his soft Wings then before 'tis too late,
Or Cruelty quickly will hasten thy Fate.
'Tis kindness, mySylvia, 'tis kindness alone,Will add to thy Lovers, and strengthen thy Throne;In Love, as in Empire, Tyrannical sway,Will make Loyal Subjects forget to Obey.
'Tis kindness, mySylvia, 'tis kindness alone,
Will add to thy Lovers, and strengthen thy Throne;
In Love, as in Empire, Tyrannical sway,
Will make Loyal Subjects forget to Obey.
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WHAT, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair?Repeal that rash Decree,As well may pious Anthems bear;The Name of Blasphemy:'Tis Bleeding Hearts and Weeping Eyes,Uphold your Sexes Pride;Nor could you longer Tyrannize,My Fetters laid aside.Then from your haughty Vision wake,And listen to my Moan;Tho' you refuse me for my sake,Yet pity for your own;For know proud Shepherdess you owe,The Victim you despise,More to the strictness of my Vow,Than glories of your Eyes.
WHAT, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair?Repeal that rash Decree,As well may pious Anthems bear;The Name of Blasphemy:'Tis Bleeding Hearts and Weeping Eyes,Uphold your Sexes Pride;Nor could you longer Tyrannize,My Fetters laid aside.
WHAT, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair?
Repeal that rash Decree,
As well may pious Anthems bear;
The Name of Blasphemy:
'Tis Bleeding Hearts and Weeping Eyes,
Uphold your Sexes Pride;
Nor could you longer Tyrannize,
My Fetters laid aside.
Then from your haughty Vision wake,And listen to my Moan;Tho' you refuse me for my sake,Yet pity for your own;For know proud Shepherdess you owe,The Victim you despise,More to the strictness of my Vow,Than glories of your Eyes.
Then from your haughty Vision wake,
And listen to my Moan;
Tho' you refuse me for my sake,
Yet pity for your own;
For know proud Shepherdess you owe,
The Victim you despise,
More to the strictness of my Vow,
Than glories of your Eyes.
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WHENI have often heard young Maids complaining,That when Men promise most they most deceive;Then I thought none of them worthy my gaining.And what they swore I would never believe:But when so humbly one made his Addresses,With Looks so soft, and with Language so kind,I thought it a Sin to refuse his Caresses,Nature o'ercame, and I soon chang'd my Mind.Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving,Stretch his Invention, and quite crack his Brain,I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing,I'll have the pleasure, let him have the pain:If he proves perjur'd, I shall not be cheated,He may deceive himself, but never me;'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated,For I'm as false, and inconstant as he.
WHENI have often heard young Maids complaining,That when Men promise most they most deceive;Then I thought none of them worthy my gaining.And what they swore I would never believe:But when so humbly one made his Addresses,With Looks so soft, and with Language so kind,I thought it a Sin to refuse his Caresses,Nature o'ercame, and I soon chang'd my Mind.
WHENI have often heard young Maids complaining,
That when Men promise most they most deceive;
Then I thought none of them worthy my gaining.
And what they swore I would never believe:
But when so humbly one made his Addresses,
With Looks so soft, and with Language so kind,
I thought it a Sin to refuse his Caresses,
Nature o'ercame, and I soon chang'd my Mind.
Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving,Stretch his Invention, and quite crack his Brain,I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing,I'll have the pleasure, let him have the pain:If he proves perjur'd, I shall not be cheated,He may deceive himself, but never me;'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated,For I'm as false, and inconstant as he.
Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving,
Stretch his Invention, and quite crack his Brain,
I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing,
I'll have the pleasure, let him have the pain:
If he proves perjur'd, I shall not be cheated,
He may deceive himself, but never me;
'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated,
For I'm as false, and inconstant as he.
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CÆLIA'Sbright Beauty all others transcend,Like Lovers Sprightly Goddess she's flippant and gay;Her rival Admirers in crouds do attend,To her their devoirs and Addresses to pay:Pert gaudy Coxcombs the Fair one adore,Grave Dons of the Law and quere Prigs of the Gown;Close Misers who brood o'er their Treasure in store,And Heroes for plundring of modern renown,But Men of plunder can ne'er get her under,And Misers all Women despise,She baulks the pert Fops in the midst of their hopes,And laughs at the Grave and Precise.Next she's caress'd by a musical crew,Shrill Singing and Fidling, Beaus warbles o'th' Flute,And Poets whom Poverty still will pursue,That's a just cause for rejecting their suit:Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor,And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains;For these thought to have her for whistling for,They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains.And to the pretender to make her surrender,By singing no favour she'll show;For she'll not make choice of a shrill Capons voice,For a politick reason you know.
CÆLIA'Sbright Beauty all others transcend,Like Lovers Sprightly Goddess she's flippant and gay;Her rival Admirers in crouds do attend,To her their devoirs and Addresses to pay:Pert gaudy Coxcombs the Fair one adore,Grave Dons of the Law and quere Prigs of the Gown;Close Misers who brood o'er their Treasure in store,And Heroes for plundring of modern renown,But Men of plunder can ne'er get her under,And Misers all Women despise,She baulks the pert Fops in the midst of their hopes,And laughs at the Grave and Precise.
CÆLIA'Sbright Beauty all others transcend,
Like Lovers Sprightly Goddess she's flippant and gay;
Her rival Admirers in crouds do attend,
To her their devoirs and Addresses to pay:
Pert gaudy Coxcombs the Fair one adore,
Grave Dons of the Law and quere Prigs of the Gown;
Close Misers who brood o'er their Treasure in store,
And Heroes for plundring of modern renown,
But Men of plunder can ne'er get her under,
And Misers all Women despise,
She baulks the pert Fops in the midst of their hopes,
And laughs at the Grave and Precise.
Next she's caress'd by a musical crew,Shrill Singing and Fidling, Beaus warbles o'th' Flute,And Poets whom Poverty still will pursue,That's a just cause for rejecting their suit:Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor,And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains;For these thought to have her for whistling for,They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains.And to the pretender to make her surrender,By singing no favour she'll show;For she'll not make choice of a shrill Capons voice,For a politick reason you know.
Next she's caress'd by a musical crew,
Shrill Singing and Fidling, Beaus warbles o'th' Flute,
And Poets whom Poverty still will pursue,
That's a just cause for rejecting their suit:
Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor,
And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains;
For these thought to have her for whistling for,
They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains.
And to the pretender to make her surrender,
By singing no favour she'll show;
For she'll not make choice of a shrill Capons voice,
For a politick reason you know.
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THEKing is gone toOxonTown,with all his might and main a;the Nobles they attending on,with all their gallant train a:The May'r of the Town in his Furr Gown,gave the King such a thing, the like was never seen;A pair of Gloves, I say a pair of Gloves,made of the Stags good Leather:A pair of gloves I say, a pair of Gloves,to keep his hands from the Weather;Nay, some do say they gave him Gold,That's a lye, then said I,as soon as I heard it told;for why shou'd they go give their Gold away,to him that has so much of his own a?
THEKing is gone toOxonTown,with all his might and main a;the Nobles they attending on,with all their gallant train a:The May'r of the Town in his Furr Gown,gave the King such a thing, the like was never seen;A pair of Gloves, I say a pair of Gloves,made of the Stags good Leather:A pair of gloves I say, a pair of Gloves,to keep his hands from the Weather;Nay, some do say they gave him Gold,That's a lye, then said I,as soon as I heard it told;for why shou'd they go give their Gold away,to him that has so much of his own a?
THEKing is gone toOxonTown,
with all his might and main a;
the Nobles they attending on,
with all their gallant train a:
The May'r of the Town in his Furr Gown,
gave the King such a thing, the like was never seen;
A pair of Gloves, I say a pair of Gloves,
made of the Stags good Leather:
A pair of gloves I say, a pair of Gloves,
to keep his hands from the Weather;
Nay, some do say they gave him Gold,
That's a lye, then said I,
as soon as I heard it told;
for why shou'd they go give their Gold away,
to him that has so much of his own a?
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MORTALslearn your Lives to measure,Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;Now the Hours invite comply,Whilst you idly pass they flye:Blest whilst a nimble pace they keep,But in torment, in torment when they creep.Mortals learn your Lives to measure,Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;Soon your Spring must have a fall,Losing Youth is losing all;Then you'll ask, but none will give,And may linger, but not live.
MORTALslearn your Lives to measure,Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;Now the Hours invite comply,Whilst you idly pass they flye:Blest whilst a nimble pace they keep,But in torment, in torment when they creep.Mortals learn your Lives to measure,Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;Soon your Spring must have a fall,Losing Youth is losing all;Then you'll ask, but none will give,And may linger, but not live.
MORTALslearn your Lives to measure,
Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;
Now the Hours invite comply,
Whilst you idly pass they flye:
Blest whilst a nimble pace they keep,
But in torment, in torment when they creep.
Mortals learn your Lives to measure,
Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;
Soon your Spring must have a fall,
Losing Youth is losing all;
Then you'll ask, but none will give,
And may linger, but not live.
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OH!the mighty pow'r of Love,What Art against such Force can move;The harmless Swain is ever blest,Beneath some silent, shady Grove;Until some Nymph invade his Breast,And disapprove his eager Love.Oh! the mighty power of Love,What Art against such Force can move;The Greatest Hero who in Arms,Has gain'd a thousand Victories:Submits toCælia'sbrighter Charms,And dreads a killing from her Eyes.
OH!the mighty pow'r of Love,What Art against such Force can move;The harmless Swain is ever blest,Beneath some silent, shady Grove;Until some Nymph invade his Breast,And disapprove his eager Love.
OH!the mighty pow'r of Love,
What Art against such Force can move;
The harmless Swain is ever blest,
Beneath some silent, shady Grove;
Until some Nymph invade his Breast,
And disapprove his eager Love.
Oh! the mighty power of Love,What Art against such Force can move;The Greatest Hero who in Arms,Has gain'd a thousand Victories:Submits toCælia'sbrighter Charms,And dreads a killing from her Eyes.
Oh! the mighty power of Love,
What Art against such Force can move;
The Greatest Hero who in Arms,
Has gain'd a thousand Victories:
Submits toCælia'sbrighter Charms,
And dreads a killing from her Eyes.
WHATstate of Life can be so blest,As Love that warms a Lover's Breast;Two Souls in one the same desire,To grant the Bliss and to require:But if in Heaven a Hell we find,'Tis all from thee, oh Jealousy!Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou Tyrant, tyrantJealousy, thou tyrant, Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou tyrant of the mind.All other ills tho' sharp they prove,Serve to refine and sweeten Love;In absence or unkind disdain,Sweet hope relieves the Lovers pain:But oh! no cure but death we find,To set us free from Jealousy,Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!&c.False in thy Glass all objects are,Some set too near, and some too far;Thou art the fire of endless Night,The fire that burns and gives no light,All torments of the damn'd we find,In only thee, oh Jealousy!Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!&c.
WHATstate of Life can be so blest,As Love that warms a Lover's Breast;Two Souls in one the same desire,To grant the Bliss and to require:But if in Heaven a Hell we find,'Tis all from thee, oh Jealousy!Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou Tyrant, tyrantJealousy, thou tyrant, Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou tyrant of the mind.
WHATstate of Life can be so blest,
As Love that warms a Lover's Breast;
Two Souls in one the same desire,
To grant the Bliss and to require:
But if in Heaven a Hell we find,
'Tis all from thee, oh Jealousy!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou Tyrant, tyrant
Jealousy, thou tyrant, Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou tyrant of the mind.
All other ills tho' sharp they prove,Serve to refine and sweeten Love;In absence or unkind disdain,Sweet hope relieves the Lovers pain:But oh! no cure but death we find,To set us free from Jealousy,Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!&c.
All other ills tho' sharp they prove,
Serve to refine and sweeten Love;
In absence or unkind disdain,
Sweet hope relieves the Lovers pain:
But oh! no cure but death we find,
To set us free from Jealousy,
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!&c.
False in thy Glass all objects are,Some set too near, and some too far;Thou art the fire of endless Night,The fire that burns and gives no light,All torments of the damn'd we find,In only thee, oh Jealousy!Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!&c.
False in thy Glass all objects are,
Some set too near, and some too far;
Thou art the fire of endless Night,
The fire that burns and gives no light,
All torments of the damn'd we find,
In only thee, oh Jealousy!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!&c.
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WHENJockeyfirst I saw, my Soul was charm'd,To see the bonny Lad so blith, so blith and gay;My Heart did beat it being alarm'd,That I toJockeynought, nought could say:At last I courage took and Passion quite forsook,And told the bonny Lad his Charms I felt;He then did smile with a pleasing look,And told meJennyin his Arms, his Arms should melt.
WHENJockeyfirst I saw, my Soul was charm'd,To see the bonny Lad so blith, so blith and gay;My Heart did beat it being alarm'd,That I toJockeynought, nought could say:At last I courage took and Passion quite forsook,And told the bonny Lad his Charms I felt;He then did smile with a pleasing look,And told meJennyin his Arms, his Arms should melt.
WHENJockeyfirst I saw, my Soul was charm'd,
To see the bonny Lad so blith, so blith and gay;
My Heart did beat it being alarm'd,
That I toJockeynought, nought could say:
At last I courage took and Passion quite forsook,
And told the bonny Lad his Charms I felt;
He then did smile with a pleasing look,
And told meJennyin his Arms, his Arms should melt.
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ISeek no more to shady coverts,Jockey'sEyn are all my Joy;Beauty's there I Ken, that cannot,Must not, shall not, steal away:What wou'dJockeynow do to me,Surely you're to me unkind;Ise ne'er see you, nay you fly me,Yet are ne'er from out my Mind.Tell me why 'tis thus you use me,Take me quickly to your Arms;Where in blisses blithly basking,Each may rival others Charms:Oh but fye, myJockeypray now,What d'ye, do not, let me go;O I vow you will undoe me,What to do I do not know.
ISeek no more to shady coverts,Jockey'sEyn are all my Joy;Beauty's there I Ken, that cannot,Must not, shall not, steal away:What wou'dJockeynow do to me,Surely you're to me unkind;Ise ne'er see you, nay you fly me,Yet are ne'er from out my Mind.
ISeek no more to shady coverts,
Jockey'sEyn are all my Joy;
Beauty's there I Ken, that cannot,
Must not, shall not, steal away:
What wou'dJockeynow do to me,
Surely you're to me unkind;
Ise ne'er see you, nay you fly me,
Yet are ne'er from out my Mind.
Tell me why 'tis thus you use me,Take me quickly to your Arms;Where in blisses blithly basking,Each may rival others Charms:Oh but fye, myJockeypray now,What d'ye, do not, let me go;O I vow you will undoe me,What to do I do not know.
Tell me why 'tis thus you use me,
Take me quickly to your Arms;
Where in blisses blithly basking,
Each may rival others Charms:
Oh but fye, myJockeypray now,
What d'ye, do not, let me go;
O I vow you will undoe me,
What to do I do not know.
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THO' I love and she knows it, she cares not,She regards not my Passion at all;But to tell me she hates me she spares not,As often as on her I call:'Tis her Pleasure to see me in pain,'Tis her pain to grant my desire;Then if ever I Love her again,May I never, never, never, never, may I never, be free from Love's fire.
THO' I love and she knows it, she cares not,She regards not my Passion at all;But to tell me she hates me she spares not,As often as on her I call:'Tis her Pleasure to see me in pain,'Tis her pain to grant my desire;Then if ever I Love her again,May I never, never, never, never, may I never, be free from Love's fire.
THO' I love and she knows it, she cares not,
She regards not my Passion at all;
But to tell me she hates me she spares not,
As often as on her I call:
'Tis her Pleasure to see me in pain,
'Tis her pain to grant my desire;
Then if ever I Love her again,
May I never, never, never, never, may I never, be free from Love's fire.
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MIRTILLO, whilst you patch your Face,By Nature form'd so fair,We know each Spot conceals a Grace,And wish, and wish to see it bare:But since our Wish you've gratifi'd,We find, we find, 'twas rashly made,And that those Spots were but to hide, to hideExcess of Lustre laid:And that those Spots were but to hide, to hideExcess of Lustre laid.
MIRTILLO, whilst you patch your Face,By Nature form'd so fair,We know each Spot conceals a Grace,And wish, and wish to see it bare:But since our Wish you've gratifi'd,We find, we find, 'twas rashly made,And that those Spots were but to hide, to hideExcess of Lustre laid:And that those Spots were but to hide, to hideExcess of Lustre laid.
MIRTILLO, whilst you patch your Face,
By Nature form'd so fair,
We know each Spot conceals a Grace,
And wish, and wish to see it bare:
But since our Wish you've gratifi'd,
We find, we find, 'twas rashly made,
And that those Spots were but to hide, to hide
Excess of Lustre laid:
And that those Spots were but to hide, to hide
Excess of Lustre laid.
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HAVINGspent all my Coin,Upon Women and Wine,I went to the C——h out of spite;But what the Priest said,Is quite out of my Head,I resolv'd not to Edify by't.While he open'd his Text,I was plaguily vext,To see such a sly Canting Crew,OfSatan'sDisciples,With P——r Books and B——s,Enough to have made a Man Spew.All the Women I view'd,Both Religious and Lewd,From the Sable Top-knots to the Scarlets;But a Wager I'll lay,That at a full Play,The House does not swarm so with Harlots.LadyF——there sits,Almost out of her Wits,'Twixt Lust and Devotion debating;She's as Vicious as Fair,And has more Business there,Than to hear Mr.Tickle-text'sprating.MadamL——lsaw,With her Daughters-in-law,Whom she offers to Sale ev'ry Sunday;In the midst of her Prayers,She'll negociate Affairs,And make Assignations for Monday.Next a Lady much Fam'd,Therefore must not be nam'd,'Cause she'll give you no trouble in Teaching;She has a very fine Book,But does ne'er in it look,Nor regard neither Praying nor Preaching.There's aBaronet'sDaughter,Her own Mother taught her,By Precept and Practical Notion;That to wear Gaudy Cloaths,And to Ogle the Beaus,Was at Church two sure Signs of Devotion.From the Corner o' th' Square,Comes a hopeful young Pair,Religious as they see occasion;But if Patches and Paint,Be true signs of a Saint,We've no Reason to doubt their Damnation.When the Sermon was done,He blest ev'ry one,And they like good Christians retir'd;Tho' they view'd ev'ry Face,Each Head and each Dress,Yet each one her self most admir'd.I had view'd all the rest,But the Parson had blest,With his Benediction the People;So I ran to the Crown,Least the Church should fall down,And beat out my Brains with the Steeple.
HAVINGspent all my Coin,Upon Women and Wine,I went to the C——h out of spite;But what the Priest said,Is quite out of my Head,I resolv'd not to Edify by't.
HAVINGspent all my Coin,
Upon Women and Wine,
I went to the C——h out of spite;
But what the Priest said,
Is quite out of my Head,
I resolv'd not to Edify by't.
While he open'd his Text,I was plaguily vext,To see such a sly Canting Crew,OfSatan'sDisciples,With P——r Books and B——s,Enough to have made a Man Spew.
While he open'd his Text,
I was plaguily vext,
To see such a sly Canting Crew,
OfSatan'sDisciples,
With P——r Books and B——s,
Enough to have made a Man Spew.
All the Women I view'd,Both Religious and Lewd,From the Sable Top-knots to the Scarlets;But a Wager I'll lay,That at a full Play,The House does not swarm so with Harlots.
All the Women I view'd,
Both Religious and Lewd,
From the Sable Top-knots to the Scarlets;
But a Wager I'll lay,
That at a full Play,
The House does not swarm so with Harlots.
LadyF——there sits,Almost out of her Wits,'Twixt Lust and Devotion debating;She's as Vicious as Fair,And has more Business there,Than to hear Mr.Tickle-text'sprating.
LadyF——there sits,
Almost out of her Wits,
'Twixt Lust and Devotion debating;
She's as Vicious as Fair,
And has more Business there,
Than to hear Mr.Tickle-text'sprating.
MadamL——lsaw,With her Daughters-in-law,Whom she offers to Sale ev'ry Sunday;In the midst of her Prayers,She'll negociate Affairs,And make Assignations for Monday.
MadamL——lsaw,
With her Daughters-in-law,
Whom she offers to Sale ev'ry Sunday;
In the midst of her Prayers,
She'll negociate Affairs,
And make Assignations for Monday.
Next a Lady much Fam'd,Therefore must not be nam'd,'Cause she'll give you no trouble in Teaching;She has a very fine Book,But does ne'er in it look,Nor regard neither Praying nor Preaching.
Next a Lady much Fam'd,
Therefore must not be nam'd,
'Cause she'll give you no trouble in Teaching;
She has a very fine Book,
But does ne'er in it look,
Nor regard neither Praying nor Preaching.
There's aBaronet'sDaughter,Her own Mother taught her,By Precept and Practical Notion;That to wear Gaudy Cloaths,And to Ogle the Beaus,Was at Church two sure Signs of Devotion.
There's aBaronet'sDaughter,
Her own Mother taught her,
By Precept and Practical Notion;
That to wear Gaudy Cloaths,
And to Ogle the Beaus,
Was at Church two sure Signs of Devotion.
From the Corner o' th' Square,Comes a hopeful young Pair,Religious as they see occasion;But if Patches and Paint,Be true signs of a Saint,We've no Reason to doubt their Damnation.
From the Corner o' th' Square,
Comes a hopeful young Pair,
Religious as they see occasion;
But if Patches and Paint,
Be true signs of a Saint,
We've no Reason to doubt their Damnation.
When the Sermon was done,He blest ev'ry one,And they like good Christians retir'd;Tho' they view'd ev'ry Face,Each Head and each Dress,Yet each one her self most admir'd.
When the Sermon was done,
He blest ev'ry one,
And they like good Christians retir'd;
Tho' they view'd ev'ry Face,
Each Head and each Dress,
Yet each one her self most admir'd.
I had view'd all the rest,But the Parson had blest,With his Benediction the People;So I ran to the Crown,Least the Church should fall down,And beat out my Brains with the Steeple.
I had view'd all the rest,
But the Parson had blest,
With his Benediction the People;
So I ran to the Crown,
Least the Church should fall down,
And beat out my Brains with the Steeple.
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YOUguess by my wither'd Face,And Eyes no longer Shining;That I can't Dance with a Grace,Nor keep my Pipes from whining:Yet I am still Gay and Bold,To be otherwise were a Folly;Methinks my Blood is grown Cold,I'll warm it then thus and be jolly,Jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly,&c.Methinks my Blood is grown cold,Grown cold, grown cold, grown cold,&c.I'll warm it then thus and be jolly.I find by the slighting Beau's,That Nature is declining;Yet will I not knit my Brows,Nor end my Days in pining:Let other Dames Fret and Scold,As they pass to the Stygian Ferry;You see, though I am grown Old,My Temper is youthful and merry,Merry, merry, merry, merry,&c.You see though I am grown old,Grown old, grown old, grown old,&c.My Temper is youthful and merry.
YOUguess by my wither'd Face,And Eyes no longer Shining;That I can't Dance with a Grace,Nor keep my Pipes from whining:Yet I am still Gay and Bold,To be otherwise were a Folly;Methinks my Blood is grown Cold,I'll warm it then thus and be jolly,Jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly,&c.Methinks my Blood is grown cold,Grown cold, grown cold, grown cold,&c.I'll warm it then thus and be jolly.
YOUguess by my wither'd Face,
And Eyes no longer Shining;
That I can't Dance with a Grace,
Nor keep my Pipes from whining:
Yet I am still Gay and Bold,
To be otherwise were a Folly;
Methinks my Blood is grown Cold,
I'll warm it then thus and be jolly,
Jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly,&c.
Methinks my Blood is grown cold,
Grown cold, grown cold, grown cold,&c.
I'll warm it then thus and be jolly.
I find by the slighting Beau's,That Nature is declining;Yet will I not knit my Brows,Nor end my Days in pining:Let other Dames Fret and Scold,As they pass to the Stygian Ferry;You see, though I am grown Old,My Temper is youthful and merry,Merry, merry, merry, merry,&c.You see though I am grown old,Grown old, grown old, grown old,&c.My Temper is youthful and merry.
I find by the slighting Beau's,
That Nature is declining;
Yet will I not knit my Brows,
Nor end my Days in pining:
Let other Dames Fret and Scold,
As they pass to the Stygian Ferry;
You see, though I am grown Old,
My Temper is youthful and merry,
Merry, merry, merry, merry,&c.
You see though I am grown old,
Grown old, grown old, grown old,&c.
My Temper is youthful and merry.
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ITry'd in Parks and Plays to find,An Object to appease my Mind;But still in vain it does appear,Since FairHyrtuiliais not there:In vain alass I hope for Ease,Since none but She alone can please.
ITry'd in Parks and Plays to find,An Object to appease my Mind;But still in vain it does appear,Since FairHyrtuiliais not there:In vain alass I hope for Ease,Since none but She alone can please.
ITry'd in Parks and Plays to find,
An Object to appease my Mind;
But still in vain it does appear,
Since FairHyrtuiliais not there:
In vain alass I hope for Ease,
Since none but She alone can please.
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FORGIVEmeCloeif I dareYour Conduct disapprove;The Gods have made you wond'rous Fair,Not to Disdain, but Love;Those nice pernicious Forms despise,That cheat you of your Bliss;Let Love instruct you to be wise,Whilst Youth and Beauty is.Too late you will repent the Time,You lose by your Disdain;The Slaves you scorn now in your Prime,You'll ne'er retrieve again:But when those Charms shall once decay,And Lovers disappear;Despair and Envy shall repay,Your being now severe.
FORGIVEmeCloeif I dareYour Conduct disapprove;The Gods have made you wond'rous Fair,Not to Disdain, but Love;Those nice pernicious Forms despise,That cheat you of your Bliss;Let Love instruct you to be wise,Whilst Youth and Beauty is.
FORGIVEmeCloeif I dare
Your Conduct disapprove;
The Gods have made you wond'rous Fair,
Not to Disdain, but Love;
Those nice pernicious Forms despise,
That cheat you of your Bliss;
Let Love instruct you to be wise,
Whilst Youth and Beauty is.
Too late you will repent the Time,You lose by your Disdain;The Slaves you scorn now in your Prime,You'll ne'er retrieve again:But when those Charms shall once decay,And Lovers disappear;Despair and Envy shall repay,Your being now severe.
Too late you will repent the Time,
You lose by your Disdain;
The Slaves you scorn now in your Prime,
You'll ne'er retrieve again:
But when those Charms shall once decay,
And Lovers disappear;
Despair and Envy shall repay,
Your being now severe.
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HOWhappy, how happy is she,How happy, how happy is she,That early, that early her Passion begins,And willing, and willing with Love to agree,Does not stay till she comes to her Teens:Then, then she's all pure and Chast,Then, then she's all pure and Chast,Like Angels her Smiles to be priz'd;Pleasure is seen Cherub Fac'd,And Nature appears, and Nature appears undisguis'd.From Twenty to Thirty, and thenSet up for a Lover in vain;By that time we study how Men,May be wrack'd with Neglect and Disdain:Love dwells where we meet with desire,Desire which Nature has given:She's a Fool then that feeling the Fire,Begins not to warm at Eleven.
HOWhappy, how happy is she,How happy, how happy is she,That early, that early her Passion begins,And willing, and willing with Love to agree,Does not stay till she comes to her Teens:Then, then she's all pure and Chast,Then, then she's all pure and Chast,Like Angels her Smiles to be priz'd;Pleasure is seen Cherub Fac'd,And Nature appears, and Nature appears undisguis'd.
HOWhappy, how happy is she,
How happy, how happy is she,
That early, that early her Passion begins,
And willing, and willing with Love to agree,
Does not stay till she comes to her Teens:
Then, then she's all pure and Chast,
Then, then she's all pure and Chast,
Like Angels her Smiles to be priz'd;
Pleasure is seen Cherub Fac'd,
And Nature appears, and Nature appears undisguis'd.
From Twenty to Thirty, and thenSet up for a Lover in vain;By that time we study how Men,May be wrack'd with Neglect and Disdain:Love dwells where we meet with desire,Desire which Nature has given:She's a Fool then that feeling the Fire,Begins not to warm at Eleven.
From Twenty to Thirty, and then
Set up for a Lover in vain;
By that time we study how Men,
May be wrack'd with Neglect and Disdain:
Love dwells where we meet with desire,
Desire which Nature has given:
She's a Fool then that feeling the Fire,
Begins not to warm at Eleven.
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THEREwas three Travellers, Travellers three,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,And they would go Travel theNorthCountry,Without ever a stiver of Money.They TravelledEast, and they TravelledWest,With a hey down, &c.Wherever they came still they drank of the best,Without ever, &c.At length by good Fortune they came to an Inn,With a hey down, &c.And they were as merry as e'er they had been,Without ever, &c.A Jolly young Widdow did smiling appear,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,Who drest them a Banquet of delicate cheer,Without ever a penny of Money.Both Chicken and Sparrow-grass she did provide,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,You're Welcome kind Gentlemen, welcome she cry'd,Without ever a Stiver of Money.They called for liquor, both Beer, Ale, and Wine,With a hey down, &c.And every thing that was curious and fine,Without ever, &c.They drank to their Hostess a merry full Bowl,With a hey down, &c.She pledg'd them in Love, like a generous Soul,Without ever, &c.The Hostess, her Maid, and Cousin all three,With a hey down, &c.They Kist and was merry, as merry cou'd be,Without ever, &c.Full Bottles and Glasses replenish'd the Board,With a hey down, &c.No liquors was wanting the house could afford,Without ever, &c.When they had been Merry good part of the Day,With a hey down, &c.They called their Hostess to know what's to pay,Without ever, &c.There's Thirty good shillings, and Six pence, she cry'd,With a hey down, &c.They told her that she should be soon satisfy'd,Without ever, &c.The Handsomest Man of the three up he got;With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,He laid her on her Back, and paid her the shot,Without ever a Stiver of Money.The middlemost Man to her Cousin he went,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,She being handsome, he gave her Content,Without ever a Stiver of Money.The last Man of all he took up with the Maid,With a hey down, &c.And thus the whole Shot it was lovingly paid,Without ever, &c.The Hostess, the Cousin, and Servant, we find,With a hey down, &c.Made Courtesies, and thank'd them for being so kind,Without ever, &c.The Hostess said, welcome kind Gentleman all,With a hey down, &c.If you chance to come this way be pleased to call,Without ever, &c.Then taking their Leaves they went merrily out,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down, derry,And they're gone for to Travel the Nation about,Without ever a Stiver of Money.
THEREwas three Travellers, Travellers three,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,And they would go Travel theNorthCountry,Without ever a stiver of Money.
THEREwas three Travellers, Travellers three,
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,
And they would go Travel theNorthCountry,
Without ever a stiver of Money.
They TravelledEast, and they TravelledWest,With a hey down, &c.Wherever they came still they drank of the best,Without ever, &c.
They TravelledEast, and they TravelledWest,
With a hey down, &c.
Wherever they came still they drank of the best,
Without ever, &c.
At length by good Fortune they came to an Inn,With a hey down, &c.And they were as merry as e'er they had been,Without ever, &c.
At length by good Fortune they came to an Inn,
With a hey down, &c.
And they were as merry as e'er they had been,
Without ever, &c.
A Jolly young Widdow did smiling appear,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,Who drest them a Banquet of delicate cheer,Without ever a penny of Money.
A Jolly young Widdow did smiling appear,
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,
Who drest them a Banquet of delicate cheer,
Without ever a penny of Money.
Both Chicken and Sparrow-grass she did provide,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,You're Welcome kind Gentlemen, welcome she cry'd,Without ever a Stiver of Money.
Both Chicken and Sparrow-grass she did provide,
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,
You're Welcome kind Gentlemen, welcome she cry'd,
Without ever a Stiver of Money.
They called for liquor, both Beer, Ale, and Wine,With a hey down, &c.And every thing that was curious and fine,Without ever, &c.
They called for liquor, both Beer, Ale, and Wine,
With a hey down, &c.
And every thing that was curious and fine,
Without ever, &c.
They drank to their Hostess a merry full Bowl,With a hey down, &c.She pledg'd them in Love, like a generous Soul,Without ever, &c.
They drank to their Hostess a merry full Bowl,
With a hey down, &c.
She pledg'd them in Love, like a generous Soul,
Without ever, &c.
The Hostess, her Maid, and Cousin all three,With a hey down, &c.They Kist and was merry, as merry cou'd be,Without ever, &c.
The Hostess, her Maid, and Cousin all three,
With a hey down, &c.
They Kist and was merry, as merry cou'd be,
Without ever, &c.
Full Bottles and Glasses replenish'd the Board,With a hey down, &c.No liquors was wanting the house could afford,Without ever, &c.
Full Bottles and Glasses replenish'd the Board,
With a hey down, &c.
No liquors was wanting the house could afford,
Without ever, &c.
When they had been Merry good part of the Day,With a hey down, &c.They called their Hostess to know what's to pay,Without ever, &c.
When they had been Merry good part of the Day,
With a hey down, &c.
They called their Hostess to know what's to pay,
Without ever, &c.
There's Thirty good shillings, and Six pence, she cry'd,With a hey down, &c.They told her that she should be soon satisfy'd,Without ever, &c.
There's Thirty good shillings, and Six pence, she cry'd,
With a hey down, &c.
They told her that she should be soon satisfy'd,
Without ever, &c.
The Handsomest Man of the three up he got;With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,He laid her on her Back, and paid her the shot,Without ever a Stiver of Money.
The Handsomest Man of the three up he got;
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,
He laid her on her Back, and paid her the shot,
Without ever a Stiver of Money.
The middlemost Man to her Cousin he went,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,She being handsome, he gave her Content,Without ever a Stiver of Money.
The middlemost Man to her Cousin he went,
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry,
She being handsome, he gave her Content,
Without ever a Stiver of Money.
The last Man of all he took up with the Maid,With a hey down, &c.And thus the whole Shot it was lovingly paid,Without ever, &c.
The last Man of all he took up with the Maid,
With a hey down, &c.
And thus the whole Shot it was lovingly paid,
Without ever, &c.
The Hostess, the Cousin, and Servant, we find,With a hey down, &c.Made Courtesies, and thank'd them for being so kind,Without ever, &c.
The Hostess, the Cousin, and Servant, we find,
With a hey down, &c.
Made Courtesies, and thank'd them for being so kind,
Without ever, &c.
The Hostess said, welcome kind Gentleman all,With a hey down, &c.If you chance to come this way be pleased to call,Without ever, &c.
The Hostess said, welcome kind Gentleman all,
With a hey down, &c.
If you chance to come this way be pleased to call,
Without ever, &c.
Then taking their Leaves they went merrily out,With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down, derry,And they're gone for to Travel the Nation about,Without ever a Stiver of Money.
Then taking their Leaves they went merrily out,
With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down, derry,
And they're gone for to Travel the Nation about,
Without ever a Stiver of Money.
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AYoung Man lately in our Town,He went to Bed one Night;He had no sooner lay'd him down,But was troubled with a Sprite:So vigorously the Spirit stood,Let him do what he can,Sure then he said it must be lay'd,By Woman, not by Man.A Handsome Maid did undertake,And into Bed she leap'd;And to allay the Spirits Power,Full close to him she crep'd:She having such a Guardian care,Her Office to discharge;She open'd wide her Conjuring Book,And lay'd the Leaves at large.Her Office she did well perform,Within a little space;Then up she rose, and down he lay,And durst not shew his Face;She took her leave, and away she went,When she had done the Deed;Saying, if't chance to come again,Then send for me with speed.
AYoung Man lately in our Town,He went to Bed one Night;He had no sooner lay'd him down,But was troubled with a Sprite:So vigorously the Spirit stood,Let him do what he can,Sure then he said it must be lay'd,By Woman, not by Man.
AYoung Man lately in our Town,
He went to Bed one Night;
He had no sooner lay'd him down,
But was troubled with a Sprite:
So vigorously the Spirit stood,
Let him do what he can,
Sure then he said it must be lay'd,
By Woman, not by Man.
A Handsome Maid did undertake,And into Bed she leap'd;And to allay the Spirits Power,Full close to him she crep'd:She having such a Guardian care,Her Office to discharge;She open'd wide her Conjuring Book,And lay'd the Leaves at large.
A Handsome Maid did undertake,
And into Bed she leap'd;
And to allay the Spirits Power,
Full close to him she crep'd:
She having such a Guardian care,
Her Office to discharge;
She open'd wide her Conjuring Book,
And lay'd the Leaves at large.
Her Office she did well perform,Within a little space;Then up she rose, and down he lay,And durst not shew his Face;She took her leave, and away she went,When she had done the Deed;Saying, if't chance to come again,Then send for me with speed.
Her Office she did well perform,
Within a little space;
Then up she rose, and down he lay,
And durst not shew his Face;
She took her leave, and away she went,
When she had done the Deed;
Saying, if't chance to come again,
Then send for me with speed.
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ALLJoy to Mortals, Joy and Mirth,EternalIo'ssing;The Gods of Love descend to Earth,Their Darts have lost their Sting.The Youth shall now complain no more,OnSylvia'sneedless Scorn;But she shall Love if he adore,And melt when he shall burn.The Nymph no longer shall be shy,But leave the Jilting Road;AndDaphnenow no more shall Fly,The wounded Painted God.But all shall be Serene and Fair,No sad complaints of Love,Shall fill the gentle whispering Air,No Ecchoing sighs, the Grove.Beneath the shades youngStrephonlies,Of all his wish possess'd;Gazing onSylvia'scharming Eyes,Whose Soul is there confess'd.All soft and sweet the Maid appears,With looks that know no Art;And though she yields with Trembling Fears,She yields with all her Heart.
ALLJoy to Mortals, Joy and Mirth,EternalIo'ssing;The Gods of Love descend to Earth,Their Darts have lost their Sting.
ALLJoy to Mortals, Joy and Mirth,
EternalIo'ssing;
The Gods of Love descend to Earth,
Their Darts have lost their Sting.
The Youth shall now complain no more,OnSylvia'sneedless Scorn;But she shall Love if he adore,And melt when he shall burn.
The Youth shall now complain no more,
OnSylvia'sneedless Scorn;
But she shall Love if he adore,
And melt when he shall burn.
The Nymph no longer shall be shy,But leave the Jilting Road;AndDaphnenow no more shall Fly,The wounded Painted God.
The Nymph no longer shall be shy,
But leave the Jilting Road;
AndDaphnenow no more shall Fly,
The wounded Painted God.
But all shall be Serene and Fair,No sad complaints of Love,Shall fill the gentle whispering Air,No Ecchoing sighs, the Grove.
But all shall be Serene and Fair,
No sad complaints of Love,
Shall fill the gentle whispering Air,
No Ecchoing sighs, the Grove.
Beneath the shades youngStrephonlies,Of all his wish possess'd;Gazing onSylvia'scharming Eyes,Whose Soul is there confess'd.
Beneath the shades youngStrephonlies,
Of all his wish possess'd;
Gazing onSylvia'scharming Eyes,
Whose Soul is there confess'd.
All soft and sweet the Maid appears,With looks that know no Art;And though she yields with Trembling Fears,She yields with all her Heart.
All soft and sweet the Maid appears,
With looks that know no Art;
And though she yields with Trembling Fears,
She yields with all her Heart.
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HANGthe Presbyters Gill,Bring a Pint of Sack,Will,More Orthodox of the two;Though a slender Dispute,Will strike the Elf Mute,He's one of the honester Crew.In a Pint there's small heart,Sirrah, bring us a Quart,There's substance and vigour met;'Twill hold us in play,Some Part of the Day,But we'll sink him before Sun-set.The daring old Pottle,Does now bid us Battle,Let's try what his strength can do;Keep your Ranks, and your Files,And for all his Wiles,We'll tumble him down stairs too.The Stout BrestedLombard,His Brains ne'er incumbred,With drinking of Gallons three;Trycongiuswas named,And byCæsarFamed,Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pee.If then Honour be in't,Why a Pox should be stint,Our selves of the fulness it bears?H'has less Wit than an ApeIn the Blood of a Grape,Will not plunge himself o'er Head and Ears.Then Summon the Gallon,A stout Foe, and a Tall one,And likely to hold us to't;Keep but Coyn in your Purse,The Word is Disburse,I'll warrant he'll sleep at your Foot.See the bold Foe appears,May he fall that him Fears,Keep you but close Order, and then,We will give him the Rout,Be he never so stout,And prepare for his Rallying agen.Let's drain the whole Cellar,Pipes, Buts, and the Dweller,If the Wine floats not the faster;Will, when thou do'st slack us,By Warrant fromBacchus,We will Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master.
HANGthe Presbyters Gill,Bring a Pint of Sack,Will,More Orthodox of the two;Though a slender Dispute,Will strike the Elf Mute,He's one of the honester Crew.
HANGthe Presbyters Gill,
Bring a Pint of Sack,Will,
More Orthodox of the two;
Though a slender Dispute,
Will strike the Elf Mute,
He's one of the honester Crew.
In a Pint there's small heart,Sirrah, bring us a Quart,There's substance and vigour met;'Twill hold us in play,Some Part of the Day,But we'll sink him before Sun-set.
In a Pint there's small heart,
Sirrah, bring us a Quart,
There's substance and vigour met;
'Twill hold us in play,
Some Part of the Day,
But we'll sink him before Sun-set.
The daring old Pottle,Does now bid us Battle,Let's try what his strength can do;Keep your Ranks, and your Files,And for all his Wiles,We'll tumble him down stairs too.
The daring old Pottle,
Does now bid us Battle,
Let's try what his strength can do;
Keep your Ranks, and your Files,
And for all his Wiles,
We'll tumble him down stairs too.
The Stout BrestedLombard,His Brains ne'er incumbred,With drinking of Gallons three;Trycongiuswas named,And byCæsarFamed,Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pee.
The Stout BrestedLombard,
His Brains ne'er incumbred,
With drinking of Gallons three;
Trycongiuswas named,
And byCæsarFamed,
Who dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pee.
If then Honour be in't,Why a Pox should be stint,Our selves of the fulness it bears?H'has less Wit than an ApeIn the Blood of a Grape,Will not plunge himself o'er Head and Ears.
If then Honour be in't,
Why a Pox should be stint,
Our selves of the fulness it bears?
H'has less Wit than an Ape
In the Blood of a Grape,
Will not plunge himself o'er Head and Ears.
Then Summon the Gallon,A stout Foe, and a Tall one,And likely to hold us to't;Keep but Coyn in your Purse,The Word is Disburse,I'll warrant he'll sleep at your Foot.
Then Summon the Gallon,
A stout Foe, and a Tall one,
And likely to hold us to't;
Keep but Coyn in your Purse,
The Word is Disburse,
I'll warrant he'll sleep at your Foot.
See the bold Foe appears,May he fall that him Fears,Keep you but close Order, and then,We will give him the Rout,Be he never so stout,And prepare for his Rallying agen.
See the bold Foe appears,
May he fall that him Fears,
Keep you but close Order, and then,
We will give him the Rout,
Be he never so stout,
And prepare for his Rallying agen.
Let's drain the whole Cellar,Pipes, Buts, and the Dweller,If the Wine floats not the faster;Will, when thou do'st slack us,By Warrant fromBacchus,We will Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master.
Let's drain the whole Cellar,
Pipes, Buts, and the Dweller,
If the Wine floats not the faster;
Will, when thou do'st slack us,
By Warrant fromBacchus,
We will Cane thy Tun-belly'd Master.
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APox on the Times,Let 'em go as they will,Tho' the Taxes are grown so heavy;Our Hearts are our own,And shall be so still,Drink about, my Boys, and be merry:Let no Man despair,But drive away Care,And drown all our Sorrow in Claret;We'll never repine,So they give us good Wine,Let 'em take all our Dross, we can spare it.We value not Chink,Unless to buy drink,Or purchase us Innocent Pleasure;When 'tis gone we ne'er fret,So we Liquor can get,For Mirth of it self is a Treasure:No Miser can be,So happy as we,Tho' compass'd with Riches he wallow;Day and Night he's in Fear,And ne'er without Care,While nothing disturbs the Good Fellow.Come fill up the Glass,And about let it pass,For Nature doth vacuums decline!Down the spruce formal Ass,That's afraid of his Face,We'll drink 'till our Noses doPhœbusout-shine:While we've plenty of this,We can ne'er do amiss,'Tis an Antidote 'gainst our ruin;And the Lad that drinks most,With Honour may boast,He fears neither Death, nor undoing.
APox on the Times,Let 'em go as they will,Tho' the Taxes are grown so heavy;Our Hearts are our own,And shall be so still,Drink about, my Boys, and be merry:Let no Man despair,But drive away Care,And drown all our Sorrow in Claret;We'll never repine,So they give us good Wine,Let 'em take all our Dross, we can spare it.
APox on the Times,
Let 'em go as they will,
Tho' the Taxes are grown so heavy;
Our Hearts are our own,
And shall be so still,
Drink about, my Boys, and be merry:
Let no Man despair,
But drive away Care,
And drown all our Sorrow in Claret;
We'll never repine,
So they give us good Wine,
Let 'em take all our Dross, we can spare it.
We value not Chink,Unless to buy drink,Or purchase us Innocent Pleasure;When 'tis gone we ne'er fret,So we Liquor can get,For Mirth of it self is a Treasure:No Miser can be,So happy as we,Tho' compass'd with Riches he wallow;Day and Night he's in Fear,And ne'er without Care,While nothing disturbs the Good Fellow.
We value not Chink,
Unless to buy drink,
Or purchase us Innocent Pleasure;
When 'tis gone we ne'er fret,
So we Liquor can get,
For Mirth of it self is a Treasure:
No Miser can be,
So happy as we,
Tho' compass'd with Riches he wallow;
Day and Night he's in Fear,
And ne'er without Care,
While nothing disturbs the Good Fellow.
Come fill up the Glass,And about let it pass,For Nature doth vacuums decline!Down the spruce formal Ass,That's afraid of his Face,We'll drink 'till our Noses doPhœbusout-shine:While we've plenty of this,We can ne'er do amiss,'Tis an Antidote 'gainst our ruin;And the Lad that drinks most,With Honour may boast,He fears neither Death, nor undoing.
Come fill up the Glass,
And about let it pass,
For Nature doth vacuums decline!
Down the spruce formal Ass,
That's afraid of his Face,
We'll drink 'till our Noses doPhœbusout-shine:
While we've plenty of this,
We can ne'er do amiss,
'Tis an Antidote 'gainst our ruin;
And the Lad that drinks most,
With Honour may boast,
He fears neither Death, nor undoing.
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APox on such Fools! let the Scoundrels rail,Let 'em boast of their Liberty;They're no freer than we, for the World's a Jayl,And all Men Prisoners be.The Drunkard's confin'd to his Claret,The Miser to his Store;The Wit to his Muse and a Garret,And the Cully-Cit to his Whore.The Parson's confin'd to his Piggs,The Lawyer to Hatred and Strife;The Fidler to's Borees and Jiggs,And the Quack to his Glister-pipe.The Church-man's confin'd to be civil,The Quaker's a Prisoner too light;The Papist is bound by the Devil,And the Puritan's fetter'd with spite.Since oldAdam'srace are all Prisoners like us,Let us merrily quaff and Sing;Z——s why shou'd we pine for Liberty thus,When we're each of's as free as a King.
APox on such Fools! let the Scoundrels rail,Let 'em boast of their Liberty;They're no freer than we, for the World's a Jayl,And all Men Prisoners be.
APox on such Fools! let the Scoundrels rail,
Let 'em boast of their Liberty;
They're no freer than we, for the World's a Jayl,
And all Men Prisoners be.
The Drunkard's confin'd to his Claret,The Miser to his Store;The Wit to his Muse and a Garret,And the Cully-Cit to his Whore.
The Drunkard's confin'd to his Claret,
The Miser to his Store;
The Wit to his Muse and a Garret,
And the Cully-Cit to his Whore.
The Parson's confin'd to his Piggs,The Lawyer to Hatred and Strife;The Fidler to's Borees and Jiggs,And the Quack to his Glister-pipe.
The Parson's confin'd to his Piggs,
The Lawyer to Hatred and Strife;
The Fidler to's Borees and Jiggs,
And the Quack to his Glister-pipe.
The Church-man's confin'd to be civil,The Quaker's a Prisoner too light;The Papist is bound by the Devil,And the Puritan's fetter'd with spite.
The Church-man's confin'd to be civil,
The Quaker's a Prisoner too light;
The Papist is bound by the Devil,
And the Puritan's fetter'd with spite.
Since oldAdam'srace are all Prisoners like us,Let us merrily quaff and Sing;Z——s why shou'd we pine for Liberty thus,When we're each of's as free as a King.
Since oldAdam'srace are all Prisoners like us,
Let us merrily quaff and Sing;
Z——s why shou'd we pine for Liberty thus,
When we're each of's as free as a King.
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PHILLIS, I can ne'er forgive it,Nor I think, shall e're out-live it;Thus to treat me so severely,Who have always lov'd sincerely.Damon, you so fondly cherish,Whilst poor I, alass! may perish;I that love, which he did never,Me you slight, and him you Favour.
PHILLIS, I can ne'er forgive it,Nor I think, shall e're out-live it;Thus to treat me so severely,Who have always lov'd sincerely.
PHILLIS, I can ne'er forgive it,
Nor I think, shall e're out-live it;
Thus to treat me so severely,
Who have always lov'd sincerely.
Damon, you so fondly cherish,Whilst poor I, alass! may perish;I that love, which he did never,Me you slight, and him you Favour.
Damon, you so fondly cherish,
Whilst poor I, alass! may perish;
I that love, which he did never,
Me you slight, and him you Favour.
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ASCupid many Ages past,Went out to take the Air;And on the Rosy Morning Feast,He metOpheliathere.A while he gaz'd, a while survey'dHer Shape and every part;But as his Eyes run o'er the Maid,Hers reach'd his little Heart.His Quiver straight and Bow he took,And bent it for a flight;And then by chance she cast a look,Which spoil'd his purpose quite.Disarm'd he knew not what to do,Nor how to Crown his Love;At last resolv'd, away he flew,Another shape to prove.A lustful Satyr straight return'd,In hopes his Form wou'd take:For many Nymphs for them have burn'd,Burn'd 'cause they could not speak.Opheliahad no sooner spy'd,His Godship, Goat and Man;But loudly for assistance cry'd,And fleetly homeward ran.Perplex'd at her affright, but moreAt's own defeat, he shookThe Monster off; then fled before,And straight Man's Aspect took.He smil'd, intreated, ly'd, and vow'd,Nay, offer'd her a Sum;And grew importunate and rude,As she drew nearer home.At last when Tears, nor ought cou'd move,He thus bespoke the Fair;Know Cruel Maid, I'm God of Love,And can command Despair.Yet Dame to sue, oh! bless me then,As you regard your Ease;For I am King of Gods and Men,I give and banish Peace.Or be thou Love, or be thou Hate,Enrag'dOpheliaswore;I'll never change my Virgin state,Nor ever see thee more.Exploded Love resisted so,In pity to Mankind;His Arrows broke, and burnt his Bow,And left his Name behind.
ASCupid many Ages past,Went out to take the Air;And on the Rosy Morning Feast,He metOpheliathere.
ASCupid many Ages past,
Went out to take the Air;
And on the Rosy Morning Feast,
He metOpheliathere.
A while he gaz'd, a while survey'dHer Shape and every part;But as his Eyes run o'er the Maid,Hers reach'd his little Heart.
A while he gaz'd, a while survey'd
Her Shape and every part;
But as his Eyes run o'er the Maid,
Hers reach'd his little Heart.
His Quiver straight and Bow he took,And bent it for a flight;And then by chance she cast a look,Which spoil'd his purpose quite.
His Quiver straight and Bow he took,
And bent it for a flight;
And then by chance she cast a look,
Which spoil'd his purpose quite.
Disarm'd he knew not what to do,Nor how to Crown his Love;At last resolv'd, away he flew,Another shape to prove.
Disarm'd he knew not what to do,
Nor how to Crown his Love;
At last resolv'd, away he flew,
Another shape to prove.
A lustful Satyr straight return'd,In hopes his Form wou'd take:For many Nymphs for them have burn'd,Burn'd 'cause they could not speak.
A lustful Satyr straight return'd,
In hopes his Form wou'd take:
For many Nymphs for them have burn'd,
Burn'd 'cause they could not speak.
Opheliahad no sooner spy'd,His Godship, Goat and Man;But loudly for assistance cry'd,And fleetly homeward ran.
Opheliahad no sooner spy'd,
His Godship, Goat and Man;
But loudly for assistance cry'd,
And fleetly homeward ran.
Perplex'd at her affright, but moreAt's own defeat, he shookThe Monster off; then fled before,And straight Man's Aspect took.
Perplex'd at her affright, but more
At's own defeat, he shook
The Monster off; then fled before,
And straight Man's Aspect took.
He smil'd, intreated, ly'd, and vow'd,Nay, offer'd her a Sum;And grew importunate and rude,As she drew nearer home.
He smil'd, intreated, ly'd, and vow'd,
Nay, offer'd her a Sum;
And grew importunate and rude,
As she drew nearer home.
At last when Tears, nor ought cou'd move,He thus bespoke the Fair;Know Cruel Maid, I'm God of Love,And can command Despair.
At last when Tears, nor ought cou'd move,
He thus bespoke the Fair;
Know Cruel Maid, I'm God of Love,
And can command Despair.
Yet Dame to sue, oh! bless me then,As you regard your Ease;For I am King of Gods and Men,I give and banish Peace.
Yet Dame to sue, oh! bless me then,
As you regard your Ease;
For I am King of Gods and Men,
I give and banish Peace.
Or be thou Love, or be thou Hate,Enrag'dOpheliaswore;I'll never change my Virgin state,Nor ever see thee more.
Or be thou Love, or be thou Hate,
Enrag'dOpheliaswore;
I'll never change my Virgin state,
Nor ever see thee more.
Exploded Love resisted so,In pity to Mankind;His Arrows broke, and burnt his Bow,And left his Name behind.
Exploded Love resisted so,
In pity to Mankind;
His Arrows broke, and burnt his Bow,
And left his Name behind.
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LAYby your Pleading,The Law lies a Bleeding,Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;Small Power the World has,And doth afford us,Not half so many Privileges as the Sword does;It fosters our Masters,It plaisters Disasters,And makes the Servants quickly greater than their Masters;It ventures, it enters,It circles, it Centres,And sets a Prentice free despite of his Indenters.This takes up all things,And sets up small things,This masters Money, tho' Money masters all things.It's not in Season,To talk of Reason,Or count it Loyalty, when the Sword will have it Treason:This conquers a Crown too,The Cloak and the Gown too,This sets up a Presbyter, and this doth pull him down too;This subtile deceiver,Turn'd Bonnet into Beaver,Down drops a Bishop, and up steps a Weaver.It's this makes a Lay-man,To Preach and to Pray Man,And this made a Lord of him, which was before a Drayman;For from this dull-pit,OfSaxbey'sPulpit,This brought a holy Iron-monger to the Pulpit:No Gospel can guide it,No Law can decide it,No Church or State can debate it,'Till the Sword hath Sanctify'd it;Such pitiful things be,Happier than Kings be,This brought in the Heraldry ofThimblesbyandSlingsby.Down goes the Law-trix,For from this Matrix,Sprang holyHewson'spower, and tumbl'd down St.Patrick's.It batter'd the Gun-kirk,So did it the Dum-kirk,That he is fled and gone to the Devil inDunkirk;InScotlandthis waster,Did work such disaster,This brought the Money back for which they sold their Master:This frighted theFlemming,And made him so beseeming,That he doth never think of his lost Lands redeeming.But he that can tower,Over him that is lower,Would be counted but a Fool to give away his Power:Take Books and rent them,Who would invent them,When as the Sword replysNegatur Argumentur:The grand College Butlers,Must vail to the Sutlers,There's not a Library like to the Cutlers;The Blood that is spilt, Sir,Hath gain'd all the Guilt, Sir,Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the Hilt, Sir.
LAYby your Pleading,The Law lies a Bleeding,Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;Small Power the World has,And doth afford us,Not half so many Privileges as the Sword does;It fosters our Masters,It plaisters Disasters,And makes the Servants quickly greater than their Masters;It ventures, it enters,It circles, it Centres,And sets a Prentice free despite of his Indenters.
LAYby your Pleading,
The Law lies a Bleeding,
Burn all your Studies down, and throw away your Reading;
Small Power the World has,
And doth afford us,
Not half so many Privileges as the Sword does;
It fosters our Masters,
It plaisters Disasters,
And makes the Servants quickly greater than their Masters;
It ventures, it enters,
It circles, it Centres,
And sets a Prentice free despite of his Indenters.
This takes up all things,And sets up small things,This masters Money, tho' Money masters all things.It's not in Season,To talk of Reason,Or count it Loyalty, when the Sword will have it Treason:This conquers a Crown too,The Cloak and the Gown too,This sets up a Presbyter, and this doth pull him down too;This subtile deceiver,Turn'd Bonnet into Beaver,Down drops a Bishop, and up steps a Weaver.
This takes up all things,
And sets up small things,
This masters Money, tho' Money masters all things.
It's not in Season,
To talk of Reason,
Or count it Loyalty, when the Sword will have it Treason:
This conquers a Crown too,
The Cloak and the Gown too,
This sets up a Presbyter, and this doth pull him down too;
This subtile deceiver,
Turn'd Bonnet into Beaver,
Down drops a Bishop, and up steps a Weaver.
It's this makes a Lay-man,To Preach and to Pray Man,And this made a Lord of him, which was before a Drayman;For from this dull-pit,OfSaxbey'sPulpit,This brought a holy Iron-monger to the Pulpit:No Gospel can guide it,No Law can decide it,No Church or State can debate it,'Till the Sword hath Sanctify'd it;Such pitiful things be,Happier than Kings be,This brought in the Heraldry ofThimblesbyandSlingsby.
It's this makes a Lay-man,
To Preach and to Pray Man,
And this made a Lord of him, which was before a Drayman;
For from this dull-pit,
OfSaxbey'sPulpit,
This brought a holy Iron-monger to the Pulpit:
No Gospel can guide it,
No Law can decide it,
No Church or State can debate it,
'Till the Sword hath Sanctify'd it;
Such pitiful things be,
Happier than Kings be,
This brought in the Heraldry ofThimblesbyandSlingsby.
Down goes the Law-trix,For from this Matrix,Sprang holyHewson'spower, and tumbl'd down St.Patrick's.It batter'd the Gun-kirk,So did it the Dum-kirk,That he is fled and gone to the Devil inDunkirk;InScotlandthis waster,Did work such disaster,This brought the Money back for which they sold their Master:This frighted theFlemming,And made him so beseeming,That he doth never think of his lost Lands redeeming.
Down goes the Law-trix,
For from this Matrix,
Sprang holyHewson'spower, and tumbl'd down St.Patrick's.
It batter'd the Gun-kirk,
So did it the Dum-kirk,
That he is fled and gone to the Devil inDunkirk;
InScotlandthis waster,
Did work such disaster,
This brought the Money back for which they sold their Master:
This frighted theFlemming,
And made him so beseeming,
That he doth never think of his lost Lands redeeming.
But he that can tower,Over him that is lower,Would be counted but a Fool to give away his Power:Take Books and rent them,Who would invent them,When as the Sword replysNegatur Argumentur:The grand College Butlers,Must vail to the Sutlers,There's not a Library like to the Cutlers;The Blood that is spilt, Sir,Hath gain'd all the Guilt, Sir,Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the Hilt, Sir.
But he that can tower,
Over him that is lower,
Would be counted but a Fool to give away his Power:
Take Books and rent them,
Who would invent them,
When as the Sword replysNegatur Argumentur:
The grand College Butlers,
Must vail to the Sutlers,
There's not a Library like to the Cutlers;
The Blood that is spilt, Sir,
Hath gain'd all the Guilt, Sir,
Thus have you seen me run the Sword up to the Hilt, Sir.