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WHENDidowas aCarthageQueen,She lov'd aTrojanKnight;Who sail'd about from Coast to Coast,Of Metal brave in Fight:As they Hunting rid, a Shower,Did on their Heads with fury pour,Drove 'em to a lonely Cave,WhereÆneaswith his Charms,Caught fairDidoin his Arms,And got what he would have.ThenDido Hymen'sRites forgot,Her Love was won in hast;Her Honour she consider'd not,But in her Breast him plac'd;Now when their Loves were just began,GreatJovesent down his winged Son,To frightÆneas'sleep:Make him by the break of Day,From QueenDidosteal away,Which caus'd her wail and weep.PoorDidowept, but what of that?The Gods would have it so;Æneasnothing did amiss,When he was forc'd to go:Cease Lovers, cease your Vows to keep,With your true Loves, but let 'em weep,'Tis folly to be true;Let this comfort serve your turn,That tho' wretchedDido'smourn,You'll daily Court anew.
WHENDidowas aCarthageQueen,She lov'd aTrojanKnight;Who sail'd about from Coast to Coast,Of Metal brave in Fight:
WHENDidowas aCarthageQueen,
She lov'd aTrojanKnight;
Who sail'd about from Coast to Coast,
Of Metal brave in Fight:
As they Hunting rid, a Shower,Did on their Heads with fury pour,Drove 'em to a lonely Cave,WhereÆneaswith his Charms,Caught fairDidoin his Arms,And got what he would have.
As they Hunting rid, a Shower,
Did on their Heads with fury pour,
Drove 'em to a lonely Cave,
WhereÆneaswith his Charms,
Caught fairDidoin his Arms,
And got what he would have.
ThenDido Hymen'sRites forgot,Her Love was won in hast;Her Honour she consider'd not,But in her Breast him plac'd;Now when their Loves were just began,GreatJovesent down his winged Son,To frightÆneas'sleep:Make him by the break of Day,From QueenDidosteal away,Which caus'd her wail and weep.
ThenDido Hymen'sRites forgot,
Her Love was won in hast;
Her Honour she consider'd not,
But in her Breast him plac'd;
Now when their Loves were just began,
GreatJovesent down his winged Son,
To frightÆneas'sleep:
Make him by the break of Day,
From QueenDidosteal away,
Which caus'd her wail and weep.
PoorDidowept, but what of that?The Gods would have it so;Æneasnothing did amiss,When he was forc'd to go:Cease Lovers, cease your Vows to keep,With your true Loves, but let 'em weep,'Tis folly to be true;Let this comfort serve your turn,That tho' wretchedDido'smourn,You'll daily Court anew.
PoorDidowept, but what of that?
The Gods would have it so;
Æneasnothing did amiss,
When he was forc'd to go:
Cease Lovers, cease your Vows to keep,
With your true Loves, but let 'em weep,
'Tis folly to be true;
Let this comfort serve your turn,
That tho' wretchedDido'smourn,
You'll daily Court anew.
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SINCEPhillisswears Inconstancy,Then I'll e'en do so too;I careless am as well as she,She values not her Vow.To sigh, to languish, and protest,Let feeble Fops approve;The Women's way I like the best,Enjoyment is their Love.When I myPhillisdo embrace,There's none can happier be;But when she's gone, the next fair Face,IsPhillisthen to me.I find her Absence cools Desire,As well as her Disdain;When Hope denys to feed my Fire,Despair shall ease my Pain.
SINCEPhillisswears Inconstancy,Then I'll e'en do so too;I careless am as well as she,She values not her Vow.
SINCEPhillisswears Inconstancy,
Then I'll e'en do so too;
I careless am as well as she,
She values not her Vow.
To sigh, to languish, and protest,Let feeble Fops approve;The Women's way I like the best,Enjoyment is their Love.
To sigh, to languish, and protest,
Let feeble Fops approve;
The Women's way I like the best,
Enjoyment is their Love.
When I myPhillisdo embrace,There's none can happier be;But when she's gone, the next fair Face,IsPhillisthen to me.
When I myPhillisdo embrace,
There's none can happier be;
But when she's gone, the next fair Face,
IsPhillisthen to me.
I find her Absence cools Desire,As well as her Disdain;When Hope denys to feed my Fire,Despair shall ease my Pain.
I find her Absence cools Desire,
As well as her Disdain;
When Hope denys to feed my Fire,
Despair shall ease my Pain.
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BLUSHnot redder than the Morning,Though the Virgins give you Warning;Sigh not at the chance befel you,Though they smile, and dare not tell you;Sigh not at, &c.Maids like Turtles, love the Cooing,Bill and Murmur in their Wooing;Thus like you they start and tremble,And their troubled Joys dissemble:Thus like you, &c.Grasp the Pleasure while 'tis coming,Though your Beauty's now a blooming;Lest old time our Joys should sever,Ah! ah! they part, they part for ever:Lest old time, &c.
BLUSHnot redder than the Morning,Though the Virgins give you Warning;Sigh not at the chance befel you,Though they smile, and dare not tell you;Sigh not at, &c.
BLUSHnot redder than the Morning,
Though the Virgins give you Warning;
Sigh not at the chance befel you,
Though they smile, and dare not tell you;
Sigh not at, &c.
Maids like Turtles, love the Cooing,Bill and Murmur in their Wooing;Thus like you they start and tremble,And their troubled Joys dissemble:Thus like you, &c.
Maids like Turtles, love the Cooing,
Bill and Murmur in their Wooing;
Thus like you they start and tremble,
And their troubled Joys dissemble:
Thus like you, &c.
Grasp the Pleasure while 'tis coming,Though your Beauty's now a blooming;Lest old time our Joys should sever,Ah! ah! they part, they part for ever:Lest old time, &c.
Grasp the Pleasure while 'tis coming,
Though your Beauty's now a blooming;
Lest old time our Joys should sever,
Ah! ah! they part, they part for ever:
Lest old time, &c.
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INa Flowry MyrtleGrove,The solitary Scene of Love,On Beds of Vi'lets, all the Day,The CharmingFlorianalay;The littleCupidshover'd in the Air,They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.Phœbusdelay'd his Course a while,Charm'd with the spell of such a Smile,Whilst wearyPlough-mencurs'd the stay,Of the tooUxoriousDay:The littleCupidshover'd in the Air,They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.But thus theNymphbegan to chide,"That Eye, you owe the World beside,You fix on me", then with a FrownShe sent her drooping Lover down;With modest Blushes from theGroveshe fled,Painting the Evening with unusual Red.
INa Flowry MyrtleGrove,The solitary Scene of Love,On Beds of Vi'lets, all the Day,The CharmingFlorianalay;The littleCupidshover'd in the Air,They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.
INa Flowry MyrtleGrove,
The solitary Scene of Love,
On Beds of Vi'lets, all the Day,
The CharmingFlorianalay;
The littleCupidshover'd in the Air,
They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.
Phœbusdelay'd his Course a while,Charm'd with the spell of such a Smile,Whilst wearyPlough-mencurs'd the stay,Of the tooUxoriousDay:The littleCupidshover'd in the Air,They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.
Phœbusdelay'd his Course a while,
Charm'd with the spell of such a Smile,
Whilst wearyPlough-mencurs'd the stay,
Of the tooUxoriousDay:
The littleCupidshover'd in the Air,
They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.
But thus theNymphbegan to chide,"That Eye, you owe the World beside,You fix on me", then with a FrownShe sent her drooping Lover down;With modest Blushes from theGroveshe fled,Painting the Evening with unusual Red.
But thus theNymphbegan to chide,
"That Eye, you owe the World beside,
You fix on me", then with a Frown
She sent her drooping Lover down;
With modest Blushes from theGroveshe fled,
Painting the Evening with unusual Red.
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SOMEin the Town go betimes to theDowns,To pursue the fearful Hare;Some in the Dark love to hunt in aPark,For to chace all the Deer that are there:Some love to see the Faulcon to flee,With a joyful rise against the Air;But all my delight is a Cunny in the Night,When she turns up her silver Hair.When she is beset, with a Bow, Gun, or Net,And finding no shelter for to cover her;She falls down flat, or in a Tuft does squat,'Till she lets the Hunter get over her:With her breast she does butt, and she bubs up her Scut,When the Bullets fly close by her Ear;She strives not to escape, but she mumps like an Ape,And she turns up,&c.The Ferret he goes in, through flaggs thick and thin,Whilst Mettle pursueth his Chace;The Cunny she shows play, and in the best of her way,Like a Cat she does spit in his Face:Tho' she lies in the Dust, she fears not his Nest,With her full bound up Sir, career;With the strength that she shows, she gapes at the Nose,And she turns up,&c.The sport is so good, that in Town or in Wood,In a Hedge, or a Ditch you may do it;In Kitchen or in Hall, in a Barn or in a Stall,Or wherever you please you may go to it:So pleasing it is that you can hardly miss,Of so rich Game in all our Shire;For they love so to play, that by Night or by Day,They will turn up their Silver Hair.
SOMEin the Town go betimes to theDowns,To pursue the fearful Hare;Some in the Dark love to hunt in aPark,For to chace all the Deer that are there:Some love to see the Faulcon to flee,With a joyful rise against the Air;But all my delight is a Cunny in the Night,When she turns up her silver Hair.
SOMEin the Town go betimes to theDowns,
To pursue the fearful Hare;
Some in the Dark love to hunt in aPark,
For to chace all the Deer that are there:
Some love to see the Faulcon to flee,
With a joyful rise against the Air;
But all my delight is a Cunny in the Night,
When she turns up her silver Hair.
When she is beset, with a Bow, Gun, or Net,And finding no shelter for to cover her;She falls down flat, or in a Tuft does squat,'Till she lets the Hunter get over her:With her breast she does butt, and she bubs up her Scut,When the Bullets fly close by her Ear;She strives not to escape, but she mumps like an Ape,And she turns up,&c.
When she is beset, with a Bow, Gun, or Net,
And finding no shelter for to cover her;
She falls down flat, or in a Tuft does squat,
'Till she lets the Hunter get over her:
With her breast she does butt, and she bubs up her Scut,
When the Bullets fly close by her Ear;
She strives not to escape, but she mumps like an Ape,
And she turns up,&c.
The Ferret he goes in, through flaggs thick and thin,Whilst Mettle pursueth his Chace;The Cunny she shows play, and in the best of her way,Like a Cat she does spit in his Face:Tho' she lies in the Dust, she fears not his Nest,With her full bound up Sir, career;With the strength that she shows, she gapes at the Nose,And she turns up,&c.
The Ferret he goes in, through flaggs thick and thin,
Whilst Mettle pursueth his Chace;
The Cunny she shows play, and in the best of her way,
Like a Cat she does spit in his Face:
Tho' she lies in the Dust, she fears not his Nest,
With her full bound up Sir, career;
With the strength that she shows, she gapes at the Nose,
And she turns up,&c.
The sport is so good, that in Town or in Wood,In a Hedge, or a Ditch you may do it;In Kitchen or in Hall, in a Barn or in a Stall,Or wherever you please you may go to it:So pleasing it is that you can hardly miss,Of so rich Game in all our Shire;For they love so to play, that by Night or by Day,They will turn up their Silver Hair.
The sport is so good, that in Town or in Wood,
In a Hedge, or a Ditch you may do it;
In Kitchen or in Hall, in a Barn or in a Stall,
Or wherever you please you may go to it:
So pleasing it is that you can hardly miss,
Of so rich Game in all our Shire;
For they love so to play, that by Night or by Day,
They will turn up their Silver Hair.
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COMEfrom the Temple, away to the Bed,As the Merchant transports home his Treasure;Be not so coy Lady, since we are wed,'Tis no Sin to taste of the Pleasure:Then come let us be blith, merry and free,Upon my life all the waiters are gone;And 'tis so, that they know where you go, say not so,For I mean to make bold with my own.What is it to me, if our Hands joyned be,If our Bodies are still kept asunder:It shall not be said, there goes a married Maid,Indeed we will have no such wonder:Therefore let's Embrace, there's none sees thy Face,The Bride-Maids that waited are gone;None can spy how you lye, ne'er deny, but say Ay,For I mean to make bold with my own.Sweet Love do not frown, but pull off thy Gown,'Tis a Garment unfit for the Night;Some say that Black, hath a relishing smack,I had rather be dealing with White:Then be not afraid, for you are not betray'd,Since we two are together alone;I invite you this Night, to do me right in my delight,For I mean to make bold with my own.Then come let us Kiss, and tast of our Bliss,Which brave Lords and Ladies enjoy'd;If all Maids should be of the humour of thee,Generations would soon be destroy'd:Then where were the Joys, the Girls and the Boys,Would'st live in the World all alone;Don't destroy, but enjoy, seem not Coy for a Toy,For indeed I'll make bold with my own.Prithee begin, don't delay but unpin,For my Humour I cannot prevent it;You are so streight lac'd, and your Top-knot so fast,Undo it, or I straitway will rent it:Or to end all the strife, I'll cut it with a Knife,'Tis too long to stay 'till it's undone;Let thy Wast be unlac'd, and in hast be embrac'd,For I long to make bold with my own.As thou art fair, and sweeter than the Air,That dallies onJuly'sbrave Roses;Now let me be to thy Garden a Key,That the Flowers of Virgins incloses:And I will not be too rough unto thee,For my Nature to mildness is prone;Do no less than undress, and unlace all apace,For this Night I'll make bold with my own.
COMEfrom the Temple, away to the Bed,As the Merchant transports home his Treasure;Be not so coy Lady, since we are wed,'Tis no Sin to taste of the Pleasure:Then come let us be blith, merry and free,Upon my life all the waiters are gone;And 'tis so, that they know where you go, say not so,For I mean to make bold with my own.
COMEfrom the Temple, away to the Bed,
As the Merchant transports home his Treasure;
Be not so coy Lady, since we are wed,
'Tis no Sin to taste of the Pleasure:
Then come let us be blith, merry and free,
Upon my life all the waiters are gone;
And 'tis so, that they know where you go, say not so,
For I mean to make bold with my own.
What is it to me, if our Hands joyned be,If our Bodies are still kept asunder:It shall not be said, there goes a married Maid,Indeed we will have no such wonder:Therefore let's Embrace, there's none sees thy Face,The Bride-Maids that waited are gone;None can spy how you lye, ne'er deny, but say Ay,For I mean to make bold with my own.
What is it to me, if our Hands joyned be,
If our Bodies are still kept asunder:
It shall not be said, there goes a married Maid,
Indeed we will have no such wonder:
Therefore let's Embrace, there's none sees thy Face,
The Bride-Maids that waited are gone;
None can spy how you lye, ne'er deny, but say Ay,
For I mean to make bold with my own.
Sweet Love do not frown, but pull off thy Gown,'Tis a Garment unfit for the Night;Some say that Black, hath a relishing smack,I had rather be dealing with White:Then be not afraid, for you are not betray'd,Since we two are together alone;I invite you this Night, to do me right in my delight,For I mean to make bold with my own.
Sweet Love do not frown, but pull off thy Gown,
'Tis a Garment unfit for the Night;
Some say that Black, hath a relishing smack,
I had rather be dealing with White:
Then be not afraid, for you are not betray'd,
Since we two are together alone;
I invite you this Night, to do me right in my delight,
For I mean to make bold with my own.
Then come let us Kiss, and tast of our Bliss,Which brave Lords and Ladies enjoy'd;If all Maids should be of the humour of thee,Generations would soon be destroy'd:Then where were the Joys, the Girls and the Boys,Would'st live in the World all alone;Don't destroy, but enjoy, seem not Coy for a Toy,For indeed I'll make bold with my own.
Then come let us Kiss, and tast of our Bliss,
Which brave Lords and Ladies enjoy'd;
If all Maids should be of the humour of thee,
Generations would soon be destroy'd:
Then where were the Joys, the Girls and the Boys,
Would'st live in the World all alone;
Don't destroy, but enjoy, seem not Coy for a Toy,
For indeed I'll make bold with my own.
Prithee begin, don't delay but unpin,For my Humour I cannot prevent it;You are so streight lac'd, and your Top-knot so fast,Undo it, or I straitway will rent it:Or to end all the strife, I'll cut it with a Knife,'Tis too long to stay 'till it's undone;Let thy Wast be unlac'd, and in hast be embrac'd,For I long to make bold with my own.
Prithee begin, don't delay but unpin,
For my Humour I cannot prevent it;
You are so streight lac'd, and your Top-knot so fast,
Undo it, or I straitway will rent it:
Or to end all the strife, I'll cut it with a Knife,
'Tis too long to stay 'till it's undone;
Let thy Wast be unlac'd, and in hast be embrac'd,
For I long to make bold with my own.
As thou art fair, and sweeter than the Air,That dallies onJuly'sbrave Roses;Now let me be to thy Garden a Key,That the Flowers of Virgins incloses:And I will not be too rough unto thee,For my Nature to mildness is prone;Do no less than undress, and unlace all apace,For this Night I'll make bold with my own.
As thou art fair, and sweeter than the Air,
That dallies onJuly'sbrave Roses;
Now let me be to thy Garden a Key,
That the Flowers of Virgins incloses:
And I will not be too rough unto thee,
For my Nature to mildness is prone;
Do no less than undress, and unlace all apace,
For this Night I'll make bold with my own.
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IAm a Jolly Toper, I am a raged Soph,Known by the Pimples in my Face, with taking Bumpers off,And a Toping we will go, we'll go, we'll go,And a Toping we will go.Come let's sit down together, and take our fill of Beer,Away with all disputes, for we'll have no Wrangling here,And a Toping,&c.With clouds of Tobacco we'll make our Noddles clear,We'll be as great as Princes, when our Heads are full of Beer,And a Toping,&c.With Juggs, Muggs, and Pitchers, and Bellarmines of Stale,Dash'd lightly with a little, a very little Ale,And a Toping,&c.A Fig for theSpaniard, and for the King ofFrance,And Heaven preserve our Juggs, and Muggs, and Q——n from all mischance,And a Toping,&c.Against the Presbyterians, pray give me leave to rail,Who ne'er had thirsted for Kings Blood, had they been Drunk with stale,And a Toping,&c.And against the Low-church Saints, who slily play their part,Who rail at the Dissenters, yet love them in their Heart,And a toping,&c.Here's a Health to the Queen, let's Bumpers take in hand,And may PrinceG——'sRoger grow stiff again and stand,And a Toping,&c.Oh how we toss about the never-failing Cann,We drink and piss, and piss and drink, and drink to piss againAnd a Toping,&c.Oh that my Belly it were a Tun of stall,My Cock were turn'd into a Tap, to run when I did call,And a Toping,&c.Of all sorts of Topers, a Soph is far the best,For 'till he can neither go nor stand, byJovehe's ne'er at rest,And a Toping,&c.We fear no Wind or Weather, when good Liquor dwells within,And since a Soph does live so well, then who would be a King,And a Toping,&c.Then dead Drunk We'll march Boys, and reel into our Tombs,That Jollier Sophs (if such their be) may come and take our rooms, SirAnd a Toping may they go,&c.
IAm a Jolly Toper, I am a raged Soph,Known by the Pimples in my Face, with taking Bumpers off,
IAm a Jolly Toper, I am a raged Soph,
Known by the Pimples in my Face, with taking Bumpers off,
And a Toping we will go, we'll go, we'll go,And a Toping we will go.
And a Toping we will go, we'll go, we'll go,
And a Toping we will go.
Come let's sit down together, and take our fill of Beer,Away with all disputes, for we'll have no Wrangling here,And a Toping,&c.
Come let's sit down together, and take our fill of Beer,
Away with all disputes, for we'll have no Wrangling here,
And a Toping,&c.
With clouds of Tobacco we'll make our Noddles clear,We'll be as great as Princes, when our Heads are full of Beer,And a Toping,&c.
With clouds of Tobacco we'll make our Noddles clear,
We'll be as great as Princes, when our Heads are full of Beer,
And a Toping,&c.
With Juggs, Muggs, and Pitchers, and Bellarmines of Stale,Dash'd lightly with a little, a very little Ale,And a Toping,&c.
With Juggs, Muggs, and Pitchers, and Bellarmines of Stale,
Dash'd lightly with a little, a very little Ale,
And a Toping,&c.
A Fig for theSpaniard, and for the King ofFrance,And Heaven preserve our Juggs, and Muggs, and Q——n from all mischance,And a Toping,&c.
A Fig for theSpaniard, and for the King ofFrance,
And Heaven preserve our Juggs, and Muggs, and Q——n from all mischance,
And a Toping,&c.
Against the Presbyterians, pray give me leave to rail,Who ne'er had thirsted for Kings Blood, had they been Drunk with stale,And a Toping,&c.
Against the Presbyterians, pray give me leave to rail,
Who ne'er had thirsted for Kings Blood, had they been Drunk with stale,
And a Toping,&c.
And against the Low-church Saints, who slily play their part,Who rail at the Dissenters, yet love them in their Heart,And a toping,&c.
And against the Low-church Saints, who slily play their part,
Who rail at the Dissenters, yet love them in their Heart,
And a toping,&c.
Here's a Health to the Queen, let's Bumpers take in hand,And may PrinceG——'sRoger grow stiff again and stand,And a Toping,&c.
Here's a Health to the Queen, let's Bumpers take in hand,
And may PrinceG——'sRoger grow stiff again and stand,
And a Toping,&c.
Oh how we toss about the never-failing Cann,We drink and piss, and piss and drink, and drink to piss againAnd a Toping,&c.
Oh how we toss about the never-failing Cann,
We drink and piss, and piss and drink, and drink to piss again
And a Toping,&c.
Oh that my Belly it were a Tun of stall,My Cock were turn'd into a Tap, to run when I did call,And a Toping,&c.
Oh that my Belly it were a Tun of stall,
My Cock were turn'd into a Tap, to run when I did call,
And a Toping,&c.
Of all sorts of Topers, a Soph is far the best,For 'till he can neither go nor stand, byJovehe's ne'er at rest,And a Toping,&c.
Of all sorts of Topers, a Soph is far the best,
For 'till he can neither go nor stand, byJovehe's ne'er at rest,
And a Toping,&c.
We fear no Wind or Weather, when good Liquor dwells within,And since a Soph does live so well, then who would be a King,And a Toping,&c.
We fear no Wind or Weather, when good Liquor dwells within,
And since a Soph does live so well, then who would be a King,
And a Toping,&c.
Then dead Drunk We'll march Boys, and reel into our Tombs,That Jollier Sophs (if such their be) may come and take our rooms, SirAnd a Toping may they go,&c.
Then dead Drunk We'll march Boys, and reel into our Tombs,
That Jollier Sophs (if such their be) may come and take our rooms, Sir
And a Toping may they go,&c.
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ALLChristians that have Ears to hear,And Hearts inclin'd to pity;Some of you all bestow one Tear,Upon my mournful Ditty:InQueen-streetdid an Heiress live,Whose downfall when I sing;'Twill make the very Stones to grieve,God prosper long our King.For her aScotishKnight did die,Was ever the like seen;I shame to tell place, how, or why,And so God bless the Queen:Some say indeed she swore a Rape,But God knows who was wrong'd;For he that did it did escape,And he did not was Hang'd.Some say another thing beside,If true? it was a Vice;ThatCampbellwhen she was his Bride,Did trouble her but thrice:'Twas this the young Girls Choler mov'd,And in a Rage she swore;E'er she'd be a Wife but three times lov'd,She'd sooner be a Whore.But don't you pity now her Case,Was forc'd to send for Surgeon,To show the Man that very place,Where once she was a Virgin.Parents take warning by her fall,When Girls are in their Teens;To marry them soon, or they will all,Know what the Business means.For Girls like Nuts (Excuse my Rhimes)At bottom growing brown;If you don't gather them betimes,Will of themselves fall down:God bless KingWilliam, and QueenMary,And Plenty and Peace advance;And hang up those wish the contrary,And then a Fig forFrance.
ALLChristians that have Ears to hear,And Hearts inclin'd to pity;Some of you all bestow one Tear,Upon my mournful Ditty:InQueen-streetdid an Heiress live,Whose downfall when I sing;'Twill make the very Stones to grieve,God prosper long our King.
ALLChristians that have Ears to hear,
And Hearts inclin'd to pity;
Some of you all bestow one Tear,
Upon my mournful Ditty:
InQueen-streetdid an Heiress live,
Whose downfall when I sing;
'Twill make the very Stones to grieve,
God prosper long our King.
For her aScotishKnight did die,Was ever the like seen;I shame to tell place, how, or why,And so God bless the Queen:Some say indeed she swore a Rape,But God knows who was wrong'd;For he that did it did escape,And he did not was Hang'd.
For her aScotishKnight did die,
Was ever the like seen;
I shame to tell place, how, or why,
And so God bless the Queen:
Some say indeed she swore a Rape,
But God knows who was wrong'd;
For he that did it did escape,
And he did not was Hang'd.
Some say another thing beside,If true? it was a Vice;ThatCampbellwhen she was his Bride,Did trouble her but thrice:'Twas this the young Girls Choler mov'd,And in a Rage she swore;E'er she'd be a Wife but three times lov'd,She'd sooner be a Whore.
Some say another thing beside,
If true? it was a Vice;
ThatCampbellwhen she was his Bride,
Did trouble her but thrice:
'Twas this the young Girls Choler mov'd,
And in a Rage she swore;
E'er she'd be a Wife but three times lov'd,
She'd sooner be a Whore.
But don't you pity now her Case,Was forc'd to send for Surgeon,To show the Man that very place,Where once she was a Virgin.Parents take warning by her fall,When Girls are in their Teens;To marry them soon, or they will all,Know what the Business means.
But don't you pity now her Case,
Was forc'd to send for Surgeon,
To show the Man that very place,
Where once she was a Virgin.
Parents take warning by her fall,
When Girls are in their Teens;
To marry them soon, or they will all,
Know what the Business means.
For Girls like Nuts (Excuse my Rhimes)At bottom growing brown;If you don't gather them betimes,Will of themselves fall down:God bless KingWilliam, and QueenMary,And Plenty and Peace advance;And hang up those wish the contrary,And then a Fig forFrance.
For Girls like Nuts (Excuse my Rhimes)
At bottom growing brown;
If you don't gather them betimes,
Will of themselves fall down:
God bless KingWilliam, and QueenMary,
And Plenty and Peace advance;
And hang up those wish the contrary,
And then a Fig forFrance.
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BANISHmyLydiathese sad Thoughts,Why sets thou musing so;To hear the Ugly rail at faults,They wou'd, they wou'd, but cannot do:For let the Guilt be what it will.So small, so small Account they bear;That none yet thought it worth their while,On such, on such to be severe,On such, on such to be severe.With far more reason thou may'st pine,Thy self for being Fair;For hadst thou but less Glorious been,Thou of no Faults wou'dst hear:So the great light that shines from far,Has had its Spots set down;While many a little useless Star,Has not been tax'd with one.
BANISHmyLydiathese sad Thoughts,Why sets thou musing so;To hear the Ugly rail at faults,They wou'd, they wou'd, but cannot do:For let the Guilt be what it will.So small, so small Account they bear;That none yet thought it worth their while,On such, on such to be severe,On such, on such to be severe.
BANISHmyLydiathese sad Thoughts,
Why sets thou musing so;
To hear the Ugly rail at faults,
They wou'd, they wou'd, but cannot do:
For let the Guilt be what it will.
So small, so small Account they bear;
That none yet thought it worth their while,
On such, on such to be severe,
On such, on such to be severe.
With far more reason thou may'st pine,Thy self for being Fair;For hadst thou but less Glorious been,Thou of no Faults wou'dst hear:So the great light that shines from far,Has had its Spots set down;While many a little useless Star,Has not been tax'd with one.
With far more reason thou may'st pine,
Thy self for being Fair;
For hadst thou but less Glorious been,
Thou of no Faults wou'dst hear:
So the great light that shines from far,
Has had its Spots set down;
While many a little useless Star,
Has not been tax'd with one.
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LOVE's Pow'r in my Heart shall find no Compliance,I'll stand to my Guard, and bid open Defiance:To Arms I will muster my Reason and Senses,Ta ra ra ra, Ta ra ra ra, a War now commences.Keep, keep a strict Watch, and observe ev'ry Motion,Your Care to his Cunning exactly proportion;Fall on, he gives ground, let him never recover,Victoria! Victoria!the Battle is over.
LOVE's Pow'r in my Heart shall find no Compliance,I'll stand to my Guard, and bid open Defiance:To Arms I will muster my Reason and Senses,Ta ra ra ra, Ta ra ra ra, a War now commences.
LOVE's Pow'r in my Heart shall find no Compliance,
I'll stand to my Guard, and bid open Defiance:
To Arms I will muster my Reason and Senses,
Ta ra ra ra, Ta ra ra ra, a War now commences.
Keep, keep a strict Watch, and observe ev'ry Motion,Your Care to his Cunning exactly proportion;Fall on, he gives ground, let him never recover,Victoria! Victoria!the Battle is over.
Keep, keep a strict Watch, and observe ev'ry Motion,
Your Care to his Cunning exactly proportion;
Fall on, he gives ground, let him never recover,
Victoria! Victoria!the Battle is over.
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HONESTShepher'd, since you're poor,Think of loving me no more,Take Advice in time,Give o're your Solicitations:Nature does in vain dispense,To your Vertue, Courage, Sense,Wealth can only influence,A Woman's Inclinations.What fond Nymph can e'er be kind,To a Swain, but rich in Mind,If as well she does not findGold within his Coffers?Gold alone does Scorn remove,Gold alone incites to Love,Gold can most perswasive prove,And make the fairest offers.
HONESTShepher'd, since you're poor,Think of loving me no more,Take Advice in time,Give o're your Solicitations:Nature does in vain dispense,To your Vertue, Courage, Sense,Wealth can only influence,A Woman's Inclinations.
HONESTShepher'd, since you're poor,
Think of loving me no more,
Take Advice in time,
Give o're your Solicitations:
Nature does in vain dispense,
To your Vertue, Courage, Sense,
Wealth can only influence,
A Woman's Inclinations.
What fond Nymph can e'er be kind,To a Swain, but rich in Mind,If as well she does not findGold within his Coffers?Gold alone does Scorn remove,Gold alone incites to Love,Gold can most perswasive prove,And make the fairest offers.
What fond Nymph can e'er be kind,
To a Swain, but rich in Mind,
If as well she does not find
Gold within his Coffers?
Gold alone does Scorn remove,
Gold alone incites to Love,
Gold can most perswasive prove,
And make the fairest offers.
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ASat NoonDulcinarested,In her sweet and shady Bow'r,Came a Shepherd and requested,In her Lap to sleep an Hour;But from her look a Wound he took,So deep that for a further Boon,The Swain he prays, whereto she says,Forgo me now, come to me soon.But in vain she did conjure him,For to leave her Presence so;Having a thousand means to allure him,And but one to let him go:Where Lips invite, and Eyes delight,And Cheeks as fresh as Rose inJune,Perswades to stay, what boot to say,Forgo me now, come to me soon.Words whose Hoops have now injoyned,Him to letDulcinasleep;Could a Man's Love be confined,Or a Maid her promise keep?No, for her Wast he held her fast,As she was constant to her Tune;And she speaks, forCupid'ssakeForgo me,&c.He demands what time and leisure,Can there be more fit than now;She says Men may say their Pleasure,Yet I of it do not allow:The Sun's clear light shineth more bright,Quoth he, more fairer than the Moon:For her to praise, she loves, she says,Forgo me,&c.But no Promise, nor Profession,From his Hands could Purchase scope;Who would sell the sweet Possession,Of such Beauty for a hope;Or for the sight of lingring Night,Forgo the pleasant Joys of Noon,Tho' none so fair, her Speeches were,Forgo me,&c.Now at last agreed these Lovers,She was Fair, and he was Young,If you'll believe me I will tell you,True love fixed lasteth long:He said my dear and only Phear,Bright Phœbus Beams out-shin'd the Moon;Dulcinaprays, and to him says,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
ASat NoonDulcinarested,In her sweet and shady Bow'r,Came a Shepherd and requested,In her Lap to sleep an Hour;But from her look a Wound he took,So deep that for a further Boon,The Swain he prays, whereto she says,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
ASat NoonDulcinarested,
In her sweet and shady Bow'r,
Came a Shepherd and requested,
In her Lap to sleep an Hour;
But from her look a Wound he took,
So deep that for a further Boon,
The Swain he prays, whereto she says,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.
But in vain she did conjure him,For to leave her Presence so;Having a thousand means to allure him,And but one to let him go:Where Lips invite, and Eyes delight,And Cheeks as fresh as Rose inJune,Perswades to stay, what boot to say,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
But in vain she did conjure him,
For to leave her Presence so;
Having a thousand means to allure him,
And but one to let him go:
Where Lips invite, and Eyes delight,
And Cheeks as fresh as Rose inJune,
Perswades to stay, what boot to say,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.
Words whose Hoops have now injoyned,Him to letDulcinasleep;Could a Man's Love be confined,Or a Maid her promise keep?No, for her Wast he held her fast,As she was constant to her Tune;And she speaks, forCupid'ssakeForgo me,&c.
Words whose Hoops have now injoyned,
Him to letDulcinasleep;
Could a Man's Love be confined,
Or a Maid her promise keep?
No, for her Wast he held her fast,
As she was constant to her Tune;
And she speaks, forCupid'ssake
Forgo me,&c.
He demands what time and leisure,Can there be more fit than now;She says Men may say their Pleasure,Yet I of it do not allow:The Sun's clear light shineth more bright,Quoth he, more fairer than the Moon:For her to praise, she loves, she says,Forgo me,&c.
He demands what time and leisure,
Can there be more fit than now;
She says Men may say their Pleasure,
Yet I of it do not allow:
The Sun's clear light shineth more bright,
Quoth he, more fairer than the Moon:
For her to praise, she loves, she says,
Forgo me,&c.
But no Promise, nor Profession,From his Hands could Purchase scope;Who would sell the sweet Possession,Of such Beauty for a hope;Or for the sight of lingring Night,Forgo the pleasant Joys of Noon,Tho' none so fair, her Speeches were,Forgo me,&c.
But no Promise, nor Profession,
From his Hands could Purchase scope;
Who would sell the sweet Possession,
Of such Beauty for a hope;
Or for the sight of lingring Night,
Forgo the pleasant Joys of Noon,
Tho' none so fair, her Speeches were,
Forgo me,&c.
Now at last agreed these Lovers,She was Fair, and he was Young,If you'll believe me I will tell you,True love fixed lasteth long:He said my dear and only Phear,Bright Phœbus Beams out-shin'd the Moon;Dulcinaprays, and to him says,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
Now at last agreed these Lovers,
She was Fair, and he was Young,
If you'll believe me I will tell you,
True love fixed lasteth long:
He said my dear and only Phear,
Bright Phœbus Beams out-shin'd the Moon;
Dulcinaprays, and to him says,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.
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DAYwas spent and Night approached,Venusfair was Lovers Friend,She intreated brightApollo,That his Steeds their Race should end:He could not say the Goddess nay,But granted Love's fair Queen her boon;The Shepherd came to his fair Dame,Forgo me now, come to me soon.Sweet (he said) as I did promise,I am now return'd again;Long delay you know breeds danger,And to Lovers breadeth pain:The Nymph said then, above all Men,Still welcome Shepherd Morn and Noon,The Shepherd prays,Dulcinasays,Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon.When that brightAurorablushed,Came the Shepherd to his dear;Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled,And the Noon approached near:Yet still away the Nymph did say,The Shepherd he fell in a Swoon;At length she said, be not afraid,Forgo me,&c.With grief of Heart the Shepherd hastedUp the Mountains to his Flocks;Then he took a Reed and piped,Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks:Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day,Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon;The silent Night, Love's delight,I'll go to FairDulcinasoon.Beauties darling, fairDulcina,Like toVenusfor her Love,Spent away the Day in Passion,Mourning like the Turtle-Dove:Melodiously, Notes low and high,She warbled forth this doleful Tune;Oh come again sweet Shepherd Swain,Thou can'st not be with us too soon.When asThetisin her place,Had receiv'd the Prince of light;Came inCoridonthe Shepherd,To his Love and Heart's delight:ThenPandid play, the Wood-Nymphs theyDid skip and dance to hear the Tune;Hymendid say 'tis Holy-day,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
DAYwas spent and Night approached,Venusfair was Lovers Friend,She intreated brightApollo,That his Steeds their Race should end:He could not say the Goddess nay,But granted Love's fair Queen her boon;The Shepherd came to his fair Dame,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
DAYwas spent and Night approached,
Venusfair was Lovers Friend,
She intreated brightApollo,
That his Steeds their Race should end:
He could not say the Goddess nay,
But granted Love's fair Queen her boon;
The Shepherd came to his fair Dame,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.
Sweet (he said) as I did promise,I am now return'd again;Long delay you know breeds danger,And to Lovers breadeth pain:The Nymph said then, above all Men,Still welcome Shepherd Morn and Noon,The Shepherd prays,Dulcinasays,Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon.
Sweet (he said) as I did promise,
I am now return'd again;
Long delay you know breeds danger,
And to Lovers breadeth pain:
The Nymph said then, above all Men,
Still welcome Shepherd Morn and Noon,
The Shepherd prays,Dulcinasays,
Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon.
When that brightAurorablushed,Came the Shepherd to his dear;Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled,And the Noon approached near:Yet still away the Nymph did say,The Shepherd he fell in a Swoon;At length she said, be not afraid,Forgo me,&c.
When that brightAurorablushed,
Came the Shepherd to his dear;
Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled,
And the Noon approached near:
Yet still away the Nymph did say,
The Shepherd he fell in a Swoon;
At length she said, be not afraid,
Forgo me,&c.
With grief of Heart the Shepherd hastedUp the Mountains to his Flocks;Then he took a Reed and piped,Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks:Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day,Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon;The silent Night, Love's delight,I'll go to FairDulcinasoon.
With grief of Heart the Shepherd hasted
Up the Mountains to his Flocks;
Then he took a Reed and piped,
Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks:
Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day,
Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon;
The silent Night, Love's delight,
I'll go to FairDulcinasoon.
Beauties darling, fairDulcina,Like toVenusfor her Love,Spent away the Day in Passion,Mourning like the Turtle-Dove:Melodiously, Notes low and high,She warbled forth this doleful Tune;Oh come again sweet Shepherd Swain,Thou can'st not be with us too soon.
Beauties darling, fairDulcina,
Like toVenusfor her Love,
Spent away the Day in Passion,
Mourning like the Turtle-Dove:
Melodiously, Notes low and high,
She warbled forth this doleful Tune;
Oh come again sweet Shepherd Swain,
Thou can'st not be with us too soon.
When asThetisin her place,Had receiv'd the Prince of light;Came inCoridonthe Shepherd,To his Love and Heart's delight:ThenPandid play, the Wood-Nymphs theyDid skip and dance to hear the Tune;Hymendid say 'tis Holy-day,Forgo me now, come to me soon.
When asThetisin her place,
Had receiv'd the Prince of light;
Came inCoridonthe Shepherd,
To his Love and Heart's delight:
ThenPandid play, the Wood-Nymphs they
Did skip and dance to hear the Tune;
Hymendid say 'tis Holy-day,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.
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SUPPOSEa Man does all he can,To unslave himself from a scolding Wife;He can't get out, but hops about,Like a Marry'd bird in the Cage of Life:She on Mischief bent is ne'er content,Which makes the poor Man cry out,Rigid fate, Marriage State,No reprieve but the Grave, oh 'tis hard Condition.Come I'll tell you how this Wife to bow,And quickly bring her to her last;Your Senses please, indulge your ease,But resist no joy and each humour taste,Then let her squal, and tear and bawl,And with whining cry her Eyes out,Take a Flask, double Flask,Whip it up, sip it up, that's your Physician.
SUPPOSEa Man does all he can,To unslave himself from a scolding Wife;He can't get out, but hops about,Like a Marry'd bird in the Cage of Life:She on Mischief bent is ne'er content,Which makes the poor Man cry out,Rigid fate, Marriage State,No reprieve but the Grave, oh 'tis hard Condition.
SUPPOSEa Man does all he can,
To unslave himself from a scolding Wife;
He can't get out, but hops about,
Like a Marry'd bird in the Cage of Life:
She on Mischief bent is ne'er content,
Which makes the poor Man cry out,
Rigid fate, Marriage State,
No reprieve but the Grave, oh 'tis hard Condition.
Come I'll tell you how this Wife to bow,And quickly bring her to her last;Your Senses please, indulge your ease,But resist no joy and each humour taste,Then let her squal, and tear and bawl,And with whining cry her Eyes out,Take a Flask, double Flask,Whip it up, sip it up, that's your Physician.
Come I'll tell you how this Wife to bow,
And quickly bring her to her last;
Your Senses please, indulge your ease,
But resist no joy and each humour taste,
Then let her squal, and tear and bawl,
And with whining cry her Eyes out,
Take a Flask, double Flask,
Whip it up, sip it up, that's your Physician.
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WEmerry Wives ofWindsor,Whereof you make your Play,And act us on your Stages,InLondonDay by Day:Alass it doth not hurt us,We care not what you do;For all you scoff, we'll sing and laugh,And yet be Honest too.Alass we are good Fellows,We hate Dishonesty;We are not like your City Dames,In sport of Venery:We scorn to Punk, or to be drunk,But this we dare to do;To sit and chat, laugh and be fat,But yet be Honest too.But should you know weWindsorDames,Are free from haughty Pride:And hate the tricks you Wenches have,InLondonandBankside:But we can spend, and Money lend,And more than that we'll do,We'll sit and chat, laugh and be fat,And yet be Honest too.It grieves us much to see your wants,Of things that we have store,In Forests wide and Parks beside,And other places more:Pray do not scorn theWindsorHorn,That is both fair and new;Altho' you scold, we'll sing and laugh,And yet be honest too.And now farewel unto you all,We have no more to say;Be sure you imitate us right,In acting of your Play:If that you miss, we'll at you hiss,As others us'd to do;And at you scoff, and sing and laugh,And yet be Honest too.
WEmerry Wives ofWindsor,Whereof you make your Play,And act us on your Stages,InLondonDay by Day:Alass it doth not hurt us,We care not what you do;For all you scoff, we'll sing and laugh,And yet be Honest too.
WEmerry Wives ofWindsor,
Whereof you make your Play,
And act us on your Stages,
InLondonDay by Day:
Alass it doth not hurt us,
We care not what you do;
For all you scoff, we'll sing and laugh,
And yet be Honest too.
Alass we are good Fellows,We hate Dishonesty;We are not like your City Dames,In sport of Venery:We scorn to Punk, or to be drunk,But this we dare to do;To sit and chat, laugh and be fat,But yet be Honest too.
Alass we are good Fellows,
We hate Dishonesty;
We are not like your City Dames,
In sport of Venery:
We scorn to Punk, or to be drunk,
But this we dare to do;
To sit and chat, laugh and be fat,
But yet be Honest too.
But should you know weWindsorDames,Are free from haughty Pride:And hate the tricks you Wenches have,InLondonandBankside:But we can spend, and Money lend,And more than that we'll do,We'll sit and chat, laugh and be fat,And yet be Honest too.
But should you know weWindsorDames,
Are free from haughty Pride:
And hate the tricks you Wenches have,
InLondonandBankside:
But we can spend, and Money lend,
And more than that we'll do,
We'll sit and chat, laugh and be fat,
And yet be Honest too.
It grieves us much to see your wants,Of things that we have store,In Forests wide and Parks beside,And other places more:Pray do not scorn theWindsorHorn,That is both fair and new;Altho' you scold, we'll sing and laugh,And yet be honest too.
It grieves us much to see your wants,
Of things that we have store,
In Forests wide and Parks beside,
And other places more:
Pray do not scorn theWindsorHorn,
That is both fair and new;
Altho' you scold, we'll sing and laugh,
And yet be honest too.
And now farewel unto you all,We have no more to say;Be sure you imitate us right,In acting of your Play:If that you miss, we'll at you hiss,As others us'd to do;And at you scoff, and sing and laugh,And yet be Honest too.
And now farewel unto you all,
We have no more to say;
Be sure you imitate us right,
In acting of your Play:
If that you miss, we'll at you hiss,
As others us'd to do;
And at you scoff, and sing and laugh,
And yet be Honest too.
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ADean and Prebendary,Had once a new vagary,And were at doubtful strife Sir,Who led the better life Sir,And was the better Man:The Dean he said that truly,Since Bluff was so unruly,He'd prove it to his Face, Sir,That he had the more Grace, Sir,And so the Fight began.When Preb. reply'd like Thunder,And roar'd out, 'twas no wonder,For Gods the Dean had three, Sir,And more by two than he, Sir,Since he had got but one;Now while these two were raging,And in Disputes engaging,The Master of the Charter,Said both had got a Tartar,For Gods that there were none.For all the Books ofMoses,Were nothing but supposes,And he deserv'd rebuke, Sir,Who wrote the Pentateuch, Sir,'Twas nothing but a Sham;And as for FatherAdam,With Mrs.Evehis Madam,And what the Serpent spoke, Sir,Was nothing but a Joke, Sir,And well invented flam.Thus in this Battle Royal,As none would take denial,The Dame for which they strove, Sir,Could neither of them love, Sir,For all had giv'n Offence;She therefore slily waiting,Left all three Fools a Prating,And being in a Fright, Sir,Religion took her flight, Sir,And ne'er was heard on since.
ADean and Prebendary,Had once a new vagary,And were at doubtful strife Sir,Who led the better life Sir,And was the better Man:The Dean he said that truly,Since Bluff was so unruly,He'd prove it to his Face, Sir,That he had the more Grace, Sir,And so the Fight began.
ADean and Prebendary,
Had once a new vagary,
And were at doubtful strife Sir,
Who led the better life Sir,
And was the better Man:
The Dean he said that truly,
Since Bluff was so unruly,
He'd prove it to his Face, Sir,
That he had the more Grace, Sir,
And so the Fight began.
When Preb. reply'd like Thunder,And roar'd out, 'twas no wonder,For Gods the Dean had three, Sir,And more by two than he, Sir,Since he had got but one;Now while these two were raging,And in Disputes engaging,The Master of the Charter,Said both had got a Tartar,For Gods that there were none.
When Preb. reply'd like Thunder,
And roar'd out, 'twas no wonder,
For Gods the Dean had three, Sir,
And more by two than he, Sir,
Since he had got but one;
Now while these two were raging,
And in Disputes engaging,
The Master of the Charter,
Said both had got a Tartar,
For Gods that there were none.
For all the Books ofMoses,Were nothing but supposes,And he deserv'd rebuke, Sir,Who wrote the Pentateuch, Sir,'Twas nothing but a Sham;And as for FatherAdam,With Mrs.Evehis Madam,And what the Serpent spoke, Sir,Was nothing but a Joke, Sir,And well invented flam.
For all the Books ofMoses,
Were nothing but supposes,
And he deserv'd rebuke, Sir,
Who wrote the Pentateuch, Sir,
'Twas nothing but a Sham;
And as for FatherAdam,
With Mrs.Evehis Madam,
And what the Serpent spoke, Sir,
Was nothing but a Joke, Sir,
And well invented flam.
Thus in this Battle Royal,As none would take denial,The Dame for which they strove, Sir,Could neither of them love, Sir,For all had giv'n Offence;She therefore slily waiting,Left all three Fools a Prating,And being in a Fright, Sir,Religion took her flight, Sir,And ne'er was heard on since.
Thus in this Battle Royal,
As none would take denial,
The Dame for which they strove, Sir,
Could neither of them love, Sir,
For all had giv'n Offence;
She therefore slily waiting,
Left all three Fools a Prating,
And being in a Fright, Sir,
Religion took her flight, Sir,
And ne'er was heard on since.
YOUFriends to Reformation,Give Ear to my Relation,For I shall now declare, Sir,Before you are aware, Sir,The matter very plain,The matter very plain;A Gospel Cushion Thumper,Who dearly lov'd a Bumper,And something else beside, Sir,If he is not bely'd, Sir,This was a Holy Guide, Sir,For the Dissenting Train.And for to tell you truly,His Flesh was so unruly,He could not for his Life, Sir,Pass by the Draper's Wife, Sir,The Spirit was so faint,&c.This Jolly handsome Quaker,As he did overtake her,She made his Mouth to water,And thought long to be at her,Such Sin is no great matter,Accounted by a Saint.Says hemy pretty Creature,Your Charming Handsome Feature,Has set me all on Fire,You know what I desire,There is no harm to Love;Quoth she if that's your Notion,To Preach up such Devotion,Such hopeful Guides as you, Sir,Will half the World undo, Sir,A Halter is your due, Sir,If you such Tricks approve.The Parson still more eager,Than lustfulTurkorNeger,Took up her Lower Garment,And said there was no harm in't,According to the Text;ForSolomonmore wiser,Than any dull adviser,Had many Hundred Misses,To Crown his Royal Wishes,And why shou'd such as this is,Make you so sadly vext.The frighted female Quaker,Perceiv'd what he would make her,Was forc'd to call the Watch in,And stop what he was hatching,To spoil the Light within,&c.They came to her Assistance,And she did make resistance,Against the Priest and Devil,The Actors of all Evil,Who were so Grand uncivil,To tempt a Saint to Sin.The Parson then confounded,To see himself surrounded,With Mob and sturdy Watch-men,Whose Business 'tis to catch Men,In Lewdness with a Punk,&c.He made some faint Excuses,And all to hide Abuses,In taking up the Linnen,Against the Saints Opinion,Within her soft Dominion,Alledging he was Drunk.But tho' he feigned Reeling,They made him Pay for feeling,And Lugg'd him to a Prison,To bring him to his Reason,Which he had lost before;And thus we see how Preachers,That should be Gospel-Teachers,How they are strangely blinded,And are so Fleshly minded,Like Carnal Men inclined,To lye with any Whore.
YOUFriends to Reformation,Give Ear to my Relation,For I shall now declare, Sir,Before you are aware, Sir,The matter very plain,The matter very plain;A Gospel Cushion Thumper,Who dearly lov'd a Bumper,And something else beside, Sir,If he is not bely'd, Sir,This was a Holy Guide, Sir,For the Dissenting Train.
YOUFriends to Reformation,
Give Ear to my Relation,
For I shall now declare, Sir,
Before you are aware, Sir,
The matter very plain,
The matter very plain;
A Gospel Cushion Thumper,
Who dearly lov'd a Bumper,
And something else beside, Sir,
If he is not bely'd, Sir,
This was a Holy Guide, Sir,
For the Dissenting Train.
And for to tell you truly,His Flesh was so unruly,He could not for his Life, Sir,Pass by the Draper's Wife, Sir,The Spirit was so faint,&c.This Jolly handsome Quaker,As he did overtake her,She made his Mouth to water,And thought long to be at her,Such Sin is no great matter,Accounted by a Saint.
And for to tell you truly,
His Flesh was so unruly,
He could not for his Life, Sir,
Pass by the Draper's Wife, Sir,
The Spirit was so faint,&c.
This Jolly handsome Quaker,
As he did overtake her,
She made his Mouth to water,
And thought long to be at her,
Such Sin is no great matter,
Accounted by a Saint.
Says hemy pretty Creature,Your Charming Handsome Feature,Has set me all on Fire,You know what I desire,There is no harm to Love;Quoth she if that's your Notion,To Preach up such Devotion,Such hopeful Guides as you, Sir,Will half the World undo, Sir,A Halter is your due, Sir,If you such Tricks approve.
Says hemy pretty Creature,
Your Charming Handsome Feature,
Has set me all on Fire,
You know what I desire,
There is no harm to Love;
Quoth she if that's your Notion,
To Preach up such Devotion,
Such hopeful Guides as you, Sir,
Will half the World undo, Sir,
A Halter is your due, Sir,
If you such Tricks approve.
The Parson still more eager,Than lustfulTurkorNeger,Took up her Lower Garment,And said there was no harm in't,According to the Text;ForSolomonmore wiser,Than any dull adviser,Had many Hundred Misses,To Crown his Royal Wishes,And why shou'd such as this is,Make you so sadly vext.
The Parson still more eager,
Than lustfulTurkorNeger,
Took up her Lower Garment,
And said there was no harm in't,
According to the Text;
ForSolomonmore wiser,
Than any dull adviser,
Had many Hundred Misses,
To Crown his Royal Wishes,
And why shou'd such as this is,
Make you so sadly vext.
The frighted female Quaker,Perceiv'd what he would make her,Was forc'd to call the Watch in,And stop what he was hatching,To spoil the Light within,&c.They came to her Assistance,And she did make resistance,Against the Priest and Devil,The Actors of all Evil,Who were so Grand uncivil,To tempt a Saint to Sin.
The frighted female Quaker,
Perceiv'd what he would make her,
Was forc'd to call the Watch in,
And stop what he was hatching,
To spoil the Light within,&c.
They came to her Assistance,
And she did make resistance,
Against the Priest and Devil,
The Actors of all Evil,
Who were so Grand uncivil,
To tempt a Saint to Sin.
The Parson then confounded,To see himself surrounded,With Mob and sturdy Watch-men,Whose Business 'tis to catch Men,In Lewdness with a Punk,&c.He made some faint Excuses,And all to hide Abuses,In taking up the Linnen,Against the Saints Opinion,Within her soft Dominion,Alledging he was Drunk.
The Parson then confounded,
To see himself surrounded,
With Mob and sturdy Watch-men,
Whose Business 'tis to catch Men,
In Lewdness with a Punk,&c.
He made some faint Excuses,
And all to hide Abuses,
In taking up the Linnen,
Against the Saints Opinion,
Within her soft Dominion,
Alledging he was Drunk.
But tho' he feigned Reeling,They made him Pay for feeling,And Lugg'd him to a Prison,To bring him to his Reason,Which he had lost before;And thus we see how Preachers,That should be Gospel-Teachers,How they are strangely blinded,And are so Fleshly minded,Like Carnal Men inclined,To lye with any Whore.
But tho' he feigned Reeling,
They made him Pay for feeling,
And Lugg'd him to a Prison,
To bring him to his Reason,
Which he had lost before;
And thus we see how Preachers,
That should be Gospel-Teachers,
How they are strangely blinded,
And are so Fleshly minded,
Like Carnal Men inclined,
To lye with any Whore.
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BEAUTY, like Kingdoms not for one,Was made to be possest alone;By bounteous Nature 'twas design'd,To be the Joy of Human-kind.So the bright Planet of the Day,Doth unconfin'd his Beams display;And generous heat to all dispence,Which else would dye without that Influence.Nor is your mighty Empire less,On you depends Man's Happiness;If you but frown, we cease to be,And only live by your Decree.But sure a Tyrant cannot rest,Nor harbour in so fair a Breast;In Monsters Cruelty we find,An Angel's Face, must have an Angel's Mind.
BEAUTY, like Kingdoms not for one,Was made to be possest alone;By bounteous Nature 'twas design'd,To be the Joy of Human-kind.
BEAUTY, like Kingdoms not for one,
Was made to be possest alone;
By bounteous Nature 'twas design'd,
To be the Joy of Human-kind.
So the bright Planet of the Day,Doth unconfin'd his Beams display;And generous heat to all dispence,Which else would dye without that Influence.
So the bright Planet of the Day,
Doth unconfin'd his Beams display;
And generous heat to all dispence,
Which else would dye without that Influence.
Nor is your mighty Empire less,On you depends Man's Happiness;If you but frown, we cease to be,And only live by your Decree.
Nor is your mighty Empire less,
On you depends Man's Happiness;
If you but frown, we cease to be,
And only live by your Decree.
But sure a Tyrant cannot rest,Nor harbour in so fair a Breast;In Monsters Cruelty we find,An Angel's Face, must have an Angel's Mind.
But sure a Tyrant cannot rest,
Nor harbour in so fair a Breast;
In Monsters Cruelty we find,
An Angel's Face, must have an Angel's Mind.
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TROYhad a breed of brave stout Men,yetGreecemade shift to rout her;cause each Man Drank as much as Ten,and thence grew ten times stouter:Tho'Hectorwas aTrojantrueas ever pist 'gain wall Sir,Achillesbang'd him black and blue, for he Drank more than all Sir,for he Drank more, for he drank more, for he drank more than all Sir,for he drank more, for he drank more, for he drank more than all Sir.LetBacchusbe our God of War,We shall fear nothing then Boys;We'll Drink all dead, and lay 'em to Bed,And if they wake not Conquered,We'll Drink 'em dead again Boys:Nor were theGreciansonly fam'd,For Drinking and for fighting;For he that Drank and wan't asham'd,Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.He that will be a Souldier then,Or Wit, must drink good Liquor;It makes base Cowards Fight like Men,And roving Thoughts fly quicker:LetBacchusbe both God of War,And God of Wit, and then Boys,We'll Drink and fight, and Drink and write,And if the Sun set with his Light,We'll Drink him up again Boys.
TROYhad a breed of brave stout Men,yetGreecemade shift to rout her;cause each Man Drank as much as Ten,and thence grew ten times stouter:Tho'Hectorwas aTrojantrueas ever pist 'gain wall Sir,Achillesbang'd him black and blue, for he Drank more than all Sir,for he Drank more, for he drank more, for he drank more than all Sir,for he drank more, for he drank more, for he drank more than all Sir.
TROYhad a breed of brave stout Men,
yetGreecemade shift to rout her;
cause each Man Drank as much as Ten,
and thence grew ten times stouter:
Tho'Hectorwas aTrojantrue
as ever pist 'gain wall Sir,
Achillesbang'd him black and blue, for he Drank more than all Sir,
for he Drank more, for he drank more, for he drank more than all Sir,
for he drank more, for he drank more, for he drank more than all Sir.
LetBacchusbe our God of War,We shall fear nothing then Boys;We'll Drink all dead, and lay 'em to Bed,And if they wake not Conquered,We'll Drink 'em dead again Boys:Nor were theGreciansonly fam'd,For Drinking and for fighting;For he that Drank and wan't asham'd,Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.
LetBacchusbe our God of War,
We shall fear nothing then Boys;
We'll Drink all dead, and lay 'em to Bed,
And if they wake not Conquered,
We'll Drink 'em dead again Boys:
Nor were theGreciansonly fam'd,
For Drinking and for fighting;
For he that Drank and wan't asham'd,
Was ne'er asham'd on's Writing.
He that will be a Souldier then,Or Wit, must drink good Liquor;It makes base Cowards Fight like Men,And roving Thoughts fly quicker:LetBacchusbe both God of War,And God of Wit, and then Boys,We'll Drink and fight, and Drink and write,And if the Sun set with his Light,We'll Drink him up again Boys.
He that will be a Souldier then,
Or Wit, must drink good Liquor;
It makes base Cowards Fight like Men,
And roving Thoughts fly quicker:
LetBacchusbe both God of War,
And God of Wit, and then Boys,
We'll Drink and fight, and Drink and write,
And if the Sun set with his Light,
We'll Drink him up again Boys.
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YOUNGStrephonandPhillis,They sat on a Hill;But the Shepherd was wanton,And wou'd not sit still:His Head on her Bosom,And Arms round her Wast;He hugg'd her, and kiss'd her,And clasp'd her so fast:'Till playing and jumbling,At last they fell tumbling;And down they got 'em,But oh! they fell soft on the Grass at the Bottom.As the Shepherdess tumbled,The rude Wind got in,And blew up her Cloaths,And her Smock to her Chin:The Shepherd he sawThe brightVenus, he swore,For he knew her own Dove,By the Feathers she wore:'Till furious Love sallying,At last he fell dallying,And down, down he got him,But oh! oh how sweet, and how soft at the Bottom.The Shepherdess blushing,To think what she'd done;Away from the Shepherd,She fain wou'd have run:WhichStrephonperceiving,The wand'rer did seize;And cry'd do be angry,Fair Nymph if you please:'Tis too late to be cruel,Thy Frowns my dear Jewel,Now no more Stings have got 'em,For oh! Thou'rt all kind, and all soft at the Bottom.
YOUNGStrephonandPhillis,They sat on a Hill;But the Shepherd was wanton,And wou'd not sit still:His Head on her Bosom,And Arms round her Wast;He hugg'd her, and kiss'd her,And clasp'd her so fast:'Till playing and jumbling,At last they fell tumbling;And down they got 'em,But oh! they fell soft on the Grass at the Bottom.
YOUNGStrephonandPhillis,
They sat on a Hill;
But the Shepherd was wanton,
And wou'd not sit still:
His Head on her Bosom,
And Arms round her Wast;
He hugg'd her, and kiss'd her,
And clasp'd her so fast:
'Till playing and jumbling,
At last they fell tumbling;
And down they got 'em,
But oh! they fell soft on the Grass at the Bottom.
As the Shepherdess tumbled,The rude Wind got in,And blew up her Cloaths,And her Smock to her Chin:The Shepherd he sawThe brightVenus, he swore,For he knew her own Dove,By the Feathers she wore:'Till furious Love sallying,At last he fell dallying,And down, down he got him,But oh! oh how sweet, and how soft at the Bottom.
As the Shepherdess tumbled,
The rude Wind got in,
And blew up her Cloaths,
And her Smock to her Chin:
The Shepherd he saw
The brightVenus, he swore,
For he knew her own Dove,
By the Feathers she wore:
'Till furious Love sallying,
At last he fell dallying,
And down, down he got him,
But oh! oh how sweet, and how soft at the Bottom.
The Shepherdess blushing,To think what she'd done;Away from the Shepherd,She fain wou'd have run:WhichStrephonperceiving,The wand'rer did seize;And cry'd do be angry,Fair Nymph if you please:'Tis too late to be cruel,Thy Frowns my dear Jewel,Now no more Stings have got 'em,For oh! Thou'rt all kind, and all soft at the Bottom.
The Shepherdess blushing,
To think what she'd done;
Away from the Shepherd,
She fain wou'd have run:
WhichStrephonperceiving,
The wand'rer did seize;
And cry'd do be angry,
Fair Nymph if you please:
'Tis too late to be cruel,
Thy Frowns my dear Jewel,
Now no more Stings have got 'em,
For oh! Thou'rt all kind, and all soft at the Bottom.
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THERE's none so Pretty,As my sweetBetty,She bears away the Bell;For sweetness and neatness,And all Compleatness,All other Girls doth excell.Whenever we meet,She'll lovingly greet,Me still, with a how d'ye do;Well I thank you, quoth I,Then she will reply,So am I Sir, the better for you.Then I ask'd her how,She told me, not now,For Walls, and Ears, and Eyes;Nay, she bid me take heed,What ever I did,'Tis good to be merry and Wise.I took her by th' Hand,She did not withstand,And I gave her a smirking Kiss;She gave me another,Just like the tother,Quoth I, what a Comfort is this?This put me in Heart,To play o'er my part,That I had intended before;She bid me to hold,And not be too bold,Until she had fastned the Door.She went to the Hatch,To see that the Latch,And Cranies were all cock-sure;And when she had done,She bid me come on,For now we were both secure.And what we did there,I dare not declare,But think that silence is best;And if you will know,Why I Kiss'd her, or so,I'll leave you to guess at the rest.
THERE's none so Pretty,As my sweetBetty,She bears away the Bell;For sweetness and neatness,And all Compleatness,All other Girls doth excell.
THERE's none so Pretty,
As my sweetBetty,
She bears away the Bell;
For sweetness and neatness,
And all Compleatness,
All other Girls doth excell.
Whenever we meet,She'll lovingly greet,Me still, with a how d'ye do;Well I thank you, quoth I,Then she will reply,So am I Sir, the better for you.
Whenever we meet,
She'll lovingly greet,
Me still, with a how d'ye do;
Well I thank you, quoth I,
Then she will reply,
So am I Sir, the better for you.
Then I ask'd her how,She told me, not now,For Walls, and Ears, and Eyes;Nay, she bid me take heed,What ever I did,'Tis good to be merry and Wise.
Then I ask'd her how,
She told me, not now,
For Walls, and Ears, and Eyes;
Nay, she bid me take heed,
What ever I did,
'Tis good to be merry and Wise.
I took her by th' Hand,She did not withstand,And I gave her a smirking Kiss;She gave me another,Just like the tother,Quoth I, what a Comfort is this?
I took her by th' Hand,
She did not withstand,
And I gave her a smirking Kiss;
She gave me another,
Just like the tother,
Quoth I, what a Comfort is this?
This put me in Heart,To play o'er my part,That I had intended before;She bid me to hold,And not be too bold,Until she had fastned the Door.
This put me in Heart,
To play o'er my part,
That I had intended before;
She bid me to hold,
And not be too bold,
Until she had fastned the Door.
She went to the Hatch,To see that the Latch,And Cranies were all cock-sure;And when she had done,She bid me come on,For now we were both secure.
She went to the Hatch,
To see that the Latch,
And Cranies were all cock-sure;
And when she had done,
She bid me come on,
For now we were both secure.
And what we did there,I dare not declare,But think that silence is best;And if you will know,Why I Kiss'd her, or so,I'll leave you to guess at the rest.
And what we did there,
I dare not declare,
But think that silence is best;
And if you will know,
Why I Kiss'd her, or so,
I'll leave you to guess at the rest.
fancy rule
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LET's wet the whistle of the Muse,That sings the praise of every Juice,This House affords for Mortal use,Which no Body can deny.Here's Ale ofHull, which 'tis well known,KeptKingandKeyserout of Town,Now in, will never hurt the Crown,Which no Body, &c.Here'sLambethAle to cool the Maw,And Beer as spruce as e'er you saw,But Mum as good as Man can draw,Which no Body, &c.If Reins be loose as some Mens Lives,Whereat the Purling Female grieves,Here's stitch-Back that will please your Wives,Which no Body, &c.Here's Cyder too, ye little wot,How oft 'twill make ye go to Pot,'Tis Red-streak all, or it is not,Which no Body, &c.Here's Scholar that has doft his Gown,And donn'd his Cloak and come to Town,'Till all's up drink his College down,Which no Body, &c.Here'sNorth-down, which in many a Case,Pulls all the Blood into the Face,Which blushing is a sign of Grace,Which no Body, &c.If Belly full of Ale doth grow,And Women runs in Head you know,OldPharoahwill not let you go,Which no Body can deny.Here's that by some bold Brandy hight,WhichDutch-menuse in Case of fright,Will make a Coward for to Fight,Which no Body, &c.Here'sChinaAle surpasseth far,WhatMundenvents atTemple-bar,'Tis good for Lords and Ladies Ware,Which no Body, &c.Here's ofEpsomwill not FoxYou, more than what's drawn out of CocksOfMiddleton, yet cures the Pox,Which no Body, &c.For ease of Heart, here's that will do't,A Liquor you may have to boot,Invites you or the Devil to't,Which no Body, &c.For Bottle Ale, though it be windy,Whereof I cannot chuse but mind ye,I would not have it left behind ye,Which no Body, &c.Take Scurvy-Grass, or Radish Ale,'Twill make you like a Horse to Stale,And cures whatsoever you Ail,Which no Body, &c.For Country Ales, as that ofChess,Or ofDarbyyou'll confess,The more you Drink, you'll need the less,Which no Body, &c.But one thing must be thought upon,for Morning-Draught when all is done,A Pot of Purl forHarrison,Which no Body can deny.
LET's wet the whistle of the Muse,That sings the praise of every Juice,This House affords for Mortal use,Which no Body can deny.
LET's wet the whistle of the Muse,
That sings the praise of every Juice,
This House affords for Mortal use,
Which no Body can deny.
Here's Ale ofHull, which 'tis well known,KeptKingandKeyserout of Town,Now in, will never hurt the Crown,Which no Body, &c.
Here's Ale ofHull, which 'tis well known,
KeptKingandKeyserout of Town,
Now in, will never hurt the Crown,
Which no Body, &c.
Here'sLambethAle to cool the Maw,And Beer as spruce as e'er you saw,But Mum as good as Man can draw,Which no Body, &c.
Here'sLambethAle to cool the Maw,
And Beer as spruce as e'er you saw,
But Mum as good as Man can draw,
Which no Body, &c.
If Reins be loose as some Mens Lives,Whereat the Purling Female grieves,Here's stitch-Back that will please your Wives,Which no Body, &c.
If Reins be loose as some Mens Lives,
Whereat the Purling Female grieves,
Here's stitch-Back that will please your Wives,
Which no Body, &c.
Here's Cyder too, ye little wot,How oft 'twill make ye go to Pot,'Tis Red-streak all, or it is not,Which no Body, &c.
Here's Cyder too, ye little wot,
How oft 'twill make ye go to Pot,
'Tis Red-streak all, or it is not,
Which no Body, &c.
Here's Scholar that has doft his Gown,And donn'd his Cloak and come to Town,'Till all's up drink his College down,Which no Body, &c.
Here's Scholar that has doft his Gown,
And donn'd his Cloak and come to Town,
'Till all's up drink his College down,
Which no Body, &c.
Here'sNorth-down, which in many a Case,Pulls all the Blood into the Face,Which blushing is a sign of Grace,Which no Body, &c.
Here'sNorth-down, which in many a Case,
Pulls all the Blood into the Face,
Which blushing is a sign of Grace,
Which no Body, &c.
If Belly full of Ale doth grow,And Women runs in Head you know,OldPharoahwill not let you go,Which no Body can deny.
If Belly full of Ale doth grow,
And Women runs in Head you know,
OldPharoahwill not let you go,
Which no Body can deny.
Here's that by some bold Brandy hight,WhichDutch-menuse in Case of fright,Will make a Coward for to Fight,Which no Body, &c.
Here's that by some bold Brandy hight,
WhichDutch-menuse in Case of fright,
Will make a Coward for to Fight,
Which no Body, &c.
Here'sChinaAle surpasseth far,WhatMundenvents atTemple-bar,'Tis good for Lords and Ladies Ware,Which no Body, &c.
Here'sChinaAle surpasseth far,
WhatMundenvents atTemple-bar,
'Tis good for Lords and Ladies Ware,
Which no Body, &c.
Here's ofEpsomwill not FoxYou, more than what's drawn out of CocksOfMiddleton, yet cures the Pox,Which no Body, &c.
Here's ofEpsomwill not Fox
You, more than what's drawn out of Cocks
OfMiddleton, yet cures the Pox,
Which no Body, &c.
For ease of Heart, here's that will do't,A Liquor you may have to boot,Invites you or the Devil to't,Which no Body, &c.
For ease of Heart, here's that will do't,
A Liquor you may have to boot,
Invites you or the Devil to't,
Which no Body, &c.
For Bottle Ale, though it be windy,Whereof I cannot chuse but mind ye,I would not have it left behind ye,Which no Body, &c.
For Bottle Ale, though it be windy,
Whereof I cannot chuse but mind ye,
I would not have it left behind ye,
Which no Body, &c.
Take Scurvy-Grass, or Radish Ale,'Twill make you like a Horse to Stale,And cures whatsoever you Ail,Which no Body, &c.
Take Scurvy-Grass, or Radish Ale,
'Twill make you like a Horse to Stale,
And cures whatsoever you Ail,
Which no Body, &c.
For Country Ales, as that ofChess,Or ofDarbyyou'll confess,The more you Drink, you'll need the less,Which no Body, &c.
For Country Ales, as that ofChess,
Or ofDarbyyou'll confess,
The more you Drink, you'll need the less,
Which no Body, &c.
But one thing must be thought upon,for Morning-Draught when all is done,A Pot of Purl forHarrison,Which no Body can deny.
But one thing must be thought upon,
for Morning-Draught when all is done,
A Pot of Purl forHarrison,
Which no Body can deny.