Wit and drollery joviall poems / corrected and much amended, with new additions, by Sir J.M. ... Sir W.D. ... and the most refined wits of the age.
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Wit and drollery joviall poems / corrected and much amended, with new additions, by Sir J.M. ... Sir W.D. ... and the most refined wits of the age.
Phillips, John, 1631-1706.
E. M.
J. M.
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Wit
and
Drollery
,
IOVIALL
POEMS
:
Corrected
and
much
amended
,
with
ADDITIONS
,
By
Sir
I.
M.
Ia.
S.
Sir
W.
D.
I.
D.
and
the
most
refined
Wits
of
the
Age.
Ut
Nectar
Ingenium
.
LONDON
,
Printed
for
Nath.
Brook
,
at
the
Angel
in
Cornhil
,
1661.
Courteous
Reader
,
I
Present
thee
with
Wit
and
Drollery
,
truly
calculated
for
the
Meridian
of
mirth
;
the
once
exalted
Scene
is
at
this
present
level'd
,
other
Poems
have
come
forth
in
such
throngs
,
that
our
English
world
is
satiated
with
them
,
especially
as
they
have
been
lately
stuffed
with
reiterated
Hyperboles
,
or
else
other
more
pitiful
whining
passions
of
Love
,
such
as
ingenuous
persons
,
cannot
have
the
patience
continually
to
be
afflicted
with
.
Reader
,
to
give
thee
a
broad-side
of
plain
dealing
,
this
Wit
I
present
thee
with
,
is
such
as
can
only
be
in
fashion
,
invented
purposely
to
keep
off
the
violent
assaults
of
Melancholly
,
assisted
by
the
additional
Engines
,
and
Weapons
of
Sack
and
good
company
:
as
for
those
graver
sort
of
people
,
who
are
contented
to
read
old
Bembo
,
with
his
Beard
down
to
his
Girdle
,
I
wish
them
a
good
digestion
of
their
studies
;
these
Poems
are
not
for
their
gust●
,
they
are
a
Heaven
higher
;
as
jovial
,
as
clear
,
and
as
lusty
,
as
those
that
writ
them
;
such
verbal
harmony
,
being
as
pleasing
to
the
fancies
,
as
the
most
delightful
Aires
of
Musick
are
to
the
eare
.
Not
to
be
tedious
,
or
to
deceive
the
Reader
with
a
belief
of
what
is
not
,
these
Poems
reprinted
,
with
additions
are
collected
from
the
best
Wits
,
of
what
above
20.
years
since
,
were
begun
to
be
preserved
,
for
mir●h
and
friends
;
the
fear
of
having
some
of
them
imperfectly
set
forth
,
hath
,
though
unwillingly
,
made
them
common
.
What
hath
not
been
extant
of
Sir
I.
M.
of
Ia.
S.
of
Sir
W.
D.
of
I.
D.
and
other
miraculous
Muses
of
the
Times
,
are
here
at
thy
Service
,
and
as
Webster
at
the
end
of
his
Play
call'd
the
White
Devil
,
subscribes
,
that
the
action
of
Perkins
crown'd
the
whole
Play
,
so
when
thou
viewest
the
Title
,
and
readest
the
sign
of
Iohnson's
head
,
on
the
back-side
of
the
Exchange
,
and
the
Angel
in
Cornhil
,
where
they
are
sold
,
inquire
who
could
better
furnish
the
with
such
sparkling
copies
of
Wit
than
those
that
have
bin
so
long
courted
for
them
;
there
are
two
or
three
copies
crept
in
among
the
rest
,
as
the
ordinary
sort
of
people
croud
in
at
the
audience
of
an
Embassador
,
which
may
at
thy
discretion
be
permitted
to
stay
,
or
be
put
out
;
though
they
are
good
,
yet
not
to
be
indured
,
as
they
are
old
.
I
have
no
more
to
acquaint
thee
with
,
but
that
good
Drollery
is
not
so
loose
,
or
of
so
late
an
invention
,
but
that
the
most
serious
Wits
have
thought
themselves
honoured
to
own
them
.
Bidding
thee
farewell
.
E.
M.
WIT
AND
DROLLERY
OR
JOVIAL
POEMS
The
Preface
to
that
most
elaborate
piece
of
Poetry
Entituled
Penelope
Ulisses
.
NO
I
protest
,
not
that
I
wish
the
gaines
To
spoile
the
trade
of
mercenary
braines
.
I
am
indiffrently
bent
,
so
,
so
,
Whether
I
ever
tell
my
works
or
no.
Nor
was
't
my
aime
when
I
took
pen
in
fingers
,
To
take
imployment
for
the
Ballad
singers
.
Nor
none
of
these
but
on
a
gloomy
day
,
My
genius
step
to
me
,
and
thus
gan
say
.
Listen
to
me
,
I
give
you
information
,
This
History
deserves
a
grave
translation
;
And
if
comparisons
be
free
from
flanders
,
I
say
as
well
as
Hero
and
Leanders
.
This
said
,
I
took
my
chair
in
colours
wrought
,
Which
at
an
outcry
with
two
stooles
I
bought
.
The
stools
of
Dornix
,
which
that
you
may
know
well
,
Are
certain
stuffs
,
Upholsters
use
to
sell.
Stuffs
,
said
I
?
no
,
some
Linsey-Wolsey-monger
mixt
them
,
They
were
not
stuff
nor
Cloth
sure
,
but
betwixt
them
.
The
ward
I
bought
them
in
,
it
was
without
Hight
Faringdon
,
and
their
a
greasy
lout
Bid
for
them
shilling
six
,
but
I
bid
seven
,
A
summe
that
is
accounted
odd
,
not
even
:
The
Cryer
thereat
seemed
to
be
willing
,
Quoth
he
ther
's
no
man
better
then
seven
shiling
.
He
though
it
was
a
reasonale
price
,
So
struck
upon
the
Table
,
once
twice
,
thrice
.
My
pen
in
one
hand
my
pen-knife
in
the
other
,
My
Ink
was
good
,
my
paper
was
none
other
.
So
sat
me
down
,
being
with
sadness
moved
,
To
sing
this
new
Song
,
sung
of
old
by
Ovid.
But
would
you
think
,
as
I
was
thus
preparing
All
in
a
readiness
,
here
and
there
staring
To
find
my
implements
,
that
the
untoward
Elfe
,
My
Muse
shall
steal
away
,
and
hide
her self
?
Just
so
it
was
,
faith
,
neither
worse
nor
better
,
Away
she
run
er'e
I
had
writ
a
Letter
.
I
after
her
apace
,
and
beat
the
bushes
,
Rank
Grass
,
Firrs
,
Ferne
,
and
the
tall
banks
of
rushes
.
At
last
I
found
my
Muse
,
and
wot
you
what
,
I
put
her
up
,
for
lo
she
was
at
squat
.
Thou
slut
quoth
I
,
hadst
thou
not
run
away
,
I
had
made
verses
all
this
live-long
day
.
But
in
good
sooth
,
or'e
much
I
durst
not
chide
her
,
Lest
she
should
run
away
again
and
hide
her
.
But
when
my
heat
was
or'e
,
I
speak
thus
to
her
Why
did'st
thou
play
the
wag
?
I
'm
very
sure
I
have
commended
thee
above
ould
Chaucer
;
And
in
a
Tavern
once
I
had
a
Sawcer
Of
Whit-wine
Vinegar
,
dasht
in
my
face
,
For
saying
thou
deservest
a
better
grace
,
Thou
knowst
that
then
I
took
a
Sawsedge
up
,
Upon
the
knaves
face
it
gave
such
a
clap
,
That
he
repented
him
that
he
had
spoken
Against
thy
fame
,
he
struct
by
the
same
token
.
I
often
have
sung
thy
Meeters
,
and
sometimes
,
I
laugh
to
set
on
others
at
thy
rimes
.
When
that
my
Muse
considered
had
this
geare
,
She
sigh'd
so
sore
,
it
greiv'd
my
heart
to
hear
.
She
said
she
had
don
ill
,
and
was
not
blameless
'
And
Polyhymnie
(
one
that
shall
be
nameless
,
Was
present
when
she
spoke
it
)
and
before
her
,
My
Muses
lamentation
was
the
soarer
.
And
then
to
shew
she
was
not
quite
unkinde
,
She
sounded
out
these
strong
lines
of
her
minde
.
The
Inovation
of
Vlysses
and
Penelope
.
O
All
ye
(1)
Cliptick
Spirits
of
the
Sphaeres
That
have
or
(2)
sense
to
hear
or
(3)
use
of
eares
,
And
you
in
number
(4)
twelve
Caelestiall
Signes
That
Poets
have
made
use
of
in
their
lines
,
And
by
which
men
do
know
what
seasons
good
To
gueld
their
Bore-piggs
,
,
and
let
Horses
blood
List
to
my
doleful
tone
,
O
(5)
list
I
say
,
Unto
the
complaint
of
Penelope
.
She
was
a
lover
,
I
,
and
so
was
hee
As
loving
unto
her
,
and
he
to
(6)
she
:
But
mark
how
things
were
alter'd
in
a
moment
Ulysses
was
a
Graecian
born
,
I
so
ment
To
have
inform'd
you
first
,
but
since
't
is
or
e
,
It
is
as
(7)
well
,
as
had
it
been
before
:
He
being
as
I
said
as
Greek
there
rose
A
Quarrel
'twixt
the
Trojans
and
their
(8)
foes
,
I
mean
the
Graecians
,
whereof
he
was
(9)
one
,
But
let
that
pass
,
he
was
Laertes
Son.
Yet
least
some
of
the
difference
be
ignorant
,
It
was
about
a
(1)
Wench
,
you
may
hear
more
(2)
on
't
In
Virgils
Aeneids
,
and
in
Homer
too
;
How
Paris
lov'd
her
,
and
no
more
adoe
But
goes
and
steales
her
from
her
Husband
:
wherefore
The
Graecians
took
their
tooles
,
and
fighted
therefore
.
And
that
you
may
perceive
they
were
stout
(3)
Signiors
,
The
Combat
lasted
for
the
space
of
ten
(4)
years
.
This
Gallant
bideing
where
full
many
a
Mother
Is
oft
bereav'd
of
Child
,
Sister
of
Brother
,
His
Lady
greatly
longing
for
his
presence
(5)
Writ
him
a
Letter
,
whereof
this
the
Sence
.
"
My
prety
Duck
,
my
pigsnie
my
Ulysses
,
"
Thy
poor
Penelope
sends
a
(6)
thousand
Kisses
"
As
to
her
only
Ioy
a
hearty
greeting
,
"
Wishing
thy
company
,
but
not
thy
meeting
"
With
enemies
,
and
fiery
spirits
in
Armour
,
"
And
which
perchance
may
do
thy
body
harme-or
"
May
take
thee
Prisoner
,
and
clap
on
thee
bolts
"
And
locks
upon
thy
legges
,
such
as
weare
Colts
.
"
But
send
me
word
,
and
er'e
that
thou
want
Ransome
"
Being
a
man
so
comely
,
and
so
handsome
,
"
I
l'e
sell
my
Smock
both
from
my
back
and
(7)
belly
"
E're
you
want
mony
,
meat
,
or
Cloathes
,
I
tell
yee
.
When
that
Ulysses
,
all
in
greif
enveloped
.
Had
markt
how
right
this
Letter
was
Peneloped
.
Laid
one
hand
on
his
heart
,
and
said
't
was
guilty
,
Resting
the
other
on
his
Dagger-hilty
,
Thus
gan
to
speak
:
O
thou
that
dost
controule
All
beauties
else
,
thou
hath
so
bang'd
my
soul
With
thy
lamentation
,
that
I
swear
,
I
love
thee
strangely
,
without
wit
or
fear
;
I
could
have
wish'd
(
quoth
he
,
)
my self
the
Paper
Ink
,
Standish
,
Sandbox
,
or
the
burning
Taper
,
That
were
the
Instruments
of
this
thy
writing
Or
else
the
stool
whereon
thou
sat'st
inditing
:
And
so
might
have
bin
neer
that
lovely
breech
That
never
yet
was
troubled
with
the
(8.)
Itch.
And
with
the
thought
of
that
,
his
Sorrow
doubled
His
heart
with
wo
,
was
so
Cuff'd
and
Cornubled
,
That
he
approv'd
one
of
his
Ladyes
Verses
,
(
The
which
my
Author
in
his
book
rehearses
)
'T
is
true
quoth
he
,
(9)
Loves
troubles
make
me
tamer
,
Res
est
Soliciti
plena
timoris
Amor.
This
said
,
he
blam'd
himself
,
and
chid
his
folly
For
being
so
ore-rul'd
with
mellancholly
,
He
call'd
himself
,
Fool
,
Coxecombe
,
Asse
,
and
Fop
,
And
many
a
scurvy
name
he
reckon'd
up
.
But
to
himself
,
this
language
was
too
rough
,
For
certainly
the
man
had
wit
enough
:
For
he
resolves
to
leave
his
Trojan
foes
,
And
go
to
see
his
love
in
his
best
Cloaths
.
But
marke
how
he
was
cross'd
in
his
intent
,
His
friends
suspected
him
incontinent
:
And
some
of
them
suppos'd
he
was
in
love
,
Because
his
eyes
all
in
his
head
did
move
,
Or
more
or
less
then
used
,
I
know
not
which
But
I
am
sure
they
did
not
move
so
mich
As
they
were
wont
to
do
:
and
then
't
was
blasted
,
Ulysses
was
in
love
and
whilst
that
lasted
No
other
newes
within
the
Camp
was
spoke
of
,
And
many
did
suppose
the
match
was
broke
off
.
But
he
conceal'd
himself
,
nor
was
or'e
hasty
To
shift
his
Cloathes
,
though
now
grown
somewhat
nasty
.
But
having
wash'd
his
hands
in
Pewter
Bason
,
Determins
for
to
get
a
Girle
or
a
Son
,
On
fair
Penelope
,
for
he
look'd
trimmer
Then
yong
Leander
when
he
learn'd
his
(1.)
Primer
,
To
Graece
he
wends
apace
,
for
all
his
hope
Was
only
now
to
to
see
fair
Penelope
:
She
kemb'd
her
head
,
and
wash'd
her
face
in
Creame
And
pinch'd
her
cheeks
to
make
the
(2.)
red
blood
stream
She
don'd
new
Cloaths
,
and
sent
the
old
ones
packing
And
had
her
shoes
rub'd
over
with
Lamp
(3.)
blacking
,
Her
new
rebato
,
and
a
falling
band
,
And
Rings
with
several
posies
on
her
hand
.
A
stomacher
upon
her
breast
so
bare
,
For
Strips
and
Gorgets
was
not
then
the
weare
▪
She
thus
adorn'd
to
meet
her
youthful
Lover
Heard
by
a
Post-boy
,
he
was
new
come
over
:
She
then
prepares
a
banquet
very
neat
(4)
Yet
there
was
not
bit
of
Butchers
meat
But
Pyes
,
and
Capons
,
Rabbits
,
Larkes
and
Fruit
;
Orion
an
a
Dolphin
,
with
his
(5.)
Harp
And
in
the
midst
of
all
these
dishes
stood
A
platter
of
Pease-porridge
,
woundrous
good
,
And
next
to
that
the
God
of
Love
was
plac'd
,
His
Image
being
made
of
Rye-past
,
To
make
that
good
which
the
old
Proverb
speaks
[
The
one
the
Heart
,
tother
the
belly
breaks
.
]
Ulysses
seeing
himself
a
welcome
Guest
Resolves
to
have
some
Fidlers
at
the
Feast
:
And
'mongst
the
various
consort
choosing
them
.
That
in
their
sleeves
the
armes
of
Agamem
-
Non
,
in
the
next
verse
,
wore
:
Cry'd
in
a
rage
Sing
me
some
Song
made
in
the
Iron
Age.
The
Iron-Age
,
quoth
he
that
used
to
sing
?
This
to
my
minde
the
Black-Smith's
Song
doth
bring
The
Black-Smiths
,
quoth
Ulysses
?
and
there
holloweth
,
Whoope
!
is
there
such
a
Song
?
Let
's
ha
't
.
It
followeth
,
The
Black-Smith
.
As
it
was
sung
before
Ulysses
and
Penelope
at
their
Feast
,
when
he
returned
from
their
Trojan
Warrs
,
collected
out
of
Homer
,
Virgill
and
Ovid
,
by
some
of
the
Modern
Family
of
the
Fancies
.
OF
all
the
trades
that
ever
I
see
,
Ther
's
none
with
the
Blacksmith
compar'd
may
be
,
With
so
many
several
tooles
works
hee
Which
Nobody
can
deny
,
The
first
that
ever
thunderbolt
made
,
Was
a
Cyclops
of
the
Black
Smiths
trade
,
As
in
a
learned
author
is
said
,
Which
Nobody
can
deny
When
thundringly
we
lay
about
The
fire
like
lightening
flasheth
out
;
Which
suddainly
with
water
wee
d'out
.
Which
Nobody
can
deny
The
fayrest
Goddess
in
the
Skies
,
To
marry
with
Vulcan
did
devise
Which
was
a
Black-smith
grave
and
wise
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
Mulciber
to
do
her
all
right
Did
build
her
a
town
by
day
and
by
night
,
Which
afterwards
he
Hammersmith
hight
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
And
that
no
Enemy
might
wrong
her
He
gave
her
Fort
,
she
need
no
stronger
,
Then
is
the
Lane
of
Ironmonger
,
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
Vulcan
farther
did
acquaint
her
That
a
pretty
Estate
he
would
appoint
her
,
And
leave
her
Seacoale-lane
for
a
joynter
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Smithfeild
he
did
free
from
dirt
,
And
he
had
sure
great
reason
for
't
It
stood
very
neare
to
*
Venus
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
But
after
in
good
time
and
ride
,
It
was
to
the
Black
Smiths
rectified
,
And
given'm
by
Edmond
Ironside
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
At
last
*
he
made
a
Net
,
or
traine
,
In
which
the
God
of
warre
was
t'ane
,
Which
ever
since
was
call'd
Pauls-chaine
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
The
common
Proverb
,
as
it
is
read
,
That
we
should
hit
the
nayle
o'
the
head
:
Without
the
Black
Smith
cannot
be
said
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
There
is
another
must
not
be
forgot
Which
falls
unto
the
Black
Smiths
lot
That
we
should
strike
while
the
I'rons
hott
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
A
third
lyes
in
the
Black
Smiths
way
When
things
are
safe
as
old-wives
say
,
They
hav'em
under
lock
and
key
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
▪
Another
Proverb
makes
me
laugh
Because
the
Smith
can
challenge
but
half
;
When
things
are
as
plain
as
a
Pike
staffe
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
▪
But'tother
half
to
him
does
belong
;
And
therefore
do
the
Smith
no
wrong
,
When
one
is
held
to
it
hard
,
buckle
and
thong
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Then
there
is
a
whole
one
proper
and
fit
And
the
Blacksmith's
Iustice
is
seen
in
it
,
When
you
give
a
man
Rostmeat
and
beat
him
with
Spitt
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Another
Proverb
does
seldome
faile
,
When
you
meet
with
naughty
beere
or
ale
,
You
cry
it
is
as
dead
as
a
dore
nayle
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
If
you
stick
to
one
when
fortunes
wheele
Doth
make
him
many
losses
feele
We
say
such
a
friend
is
as
true
as
steele
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Ther
's
one
that
's
in
the
Blacksmith's
books
,
And
from
him
alone
for
remedy
looks
.
And
that
is
he
that
is
off
o'
th
hooks
.
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
Ther
's
ner
'
a
slut
,
if
filth
over-smutch
her
But
owes
to
the
Blacksmith
for
her
leatcher
:
For
without
a
payr
of
tongues
no
man
will
touch
her
.
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
There
is
a
Law
in
merry
England
●n
which
the
Smith
has
some
command
When
any
one
is
burnt
in
the
hand
;
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
Banbury
ale
a
half-yard-pott
,
The
Devil
a
Tinker
dares
stand
to
't
;
If
once
the
tost
be
hizzing-hot
.
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
If
any
Taylor
has
the
itch
,
Your
Blacksmith's
water
,
as
black
as
pitch
,
Will
make
his
fingers
go
thorow-stich
.
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
A
Sullen-woman
needs
no
leech
,
Your
Blacksmiths
Bellowes
restores
her
speech
And
will
fetch
her
again
with
wind
in
her
breech
.
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
Your
snuffling
Puritans
do
surmise
,
That
without
the
Blacksmiths
mysteries
,
St.
Peter
had
never
gotten
his
Keyes
,
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
And
further
more
there
are
of
those
That
without
the
Blacksmiths
help
do
suppose
St.
Dunstan
had
never
tane
the
Divel
by
the
nose
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
And
though
they
are
so
rigid
and
nice
And
rayle
against
Drabs
,
and
drink
and
dice
Yet
they
do
allow
the
Black
Smiths
vice
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Now
when
so
many
Haeresies
fly
about
,
And
every
sect
growns
more
in
doubt
The
Black
Smith
he
is
a
hamering
it
out
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
▪
Though
Serjants
at
law
grow
richer
far
,
And
with
long
pleading
a
good
cause
can
marr●
Yet
your
Black
Smiths
take
more
pains
at
th●
Barr
,
Which
nobody
can
deny
▪
And
though
he
has
no
commander's
look
Nor
can
brag
of
those
he
hath
slain
and
took
,
Yet
he
is
as
good
as
ever
strooke
,
Which
nobody
dan
deny
▪
For
though
he
does
lay
on
many
a
blow
It
ruines
neither
friend
nor
foe
;
Would
our
plundring-souldiers
had
done
so
,
Which
every
one
can
deny
▪
Though
Bankrupts
lye
lurking
in
their
holes
And
laugh
at
their
Creditors
,
and
catchpoles
,
Yet
your
Smith
can
fetch
'em
over
the
coales
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
▪
Our
lawes
do
punish
severely
still
,
Such
as
counterfit
,
deed
,
bond
,
or
bill
,
But
your
Smith
may
freely
forge
what
he
wil●
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
To
be
a
Jockey
is
thought
a
fine
feat
,
As
to
traine
up
a
horse
,
and
prescribe
him
his
meat
Yet
your
Smith
knowes
best
to
give
a
heat
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
The
Roring-Boy
who
every
one
quailes
And
swaggers
,
&
drinks
,
and
sweares
and
railes
,
Could
yet
never
make
the
Smith
eat
his
nailes
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Then
if
to
know
him
men
did
desire
,
They
would
not
scorn
him
but
ranck
him
higher
●or
what
he
gets
is
out
of
the
fire
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
●hough
Ulysses
himself
has
gon
many
miles
And
in
the
warre
has
all
the
craft
&
the
wiles
,
●et
your
Smith
can
sooner
double
his
files
.
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
●●yst
thou
so
,
quoth
Ulysses
,
and
then
he
did
call
●or
wine
to
drinke
to
the
Black-Smiths
all
,
And
he
vowed
it
should
go
round
as
a
Ball
Which
no
body
should
deny
.
●nd
cause
he
had
such
pleasure
t'ane
,
●t
this
honest
fidlers
merry
straine
,
●e
gave
him
the
Horse-Shoe
in
Drury-lane
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
Where
his
posterity
ever
since
●re
ready
with
wine
,
both
Spanish
and
French
,
●or
those
that
can
bring
in
another
Clench
Which
nobody
can
deny
.
The
Song
being
done
they
drank
the
health
,
they
rose
They
wo'd
in
verse
,
and
went
to
bed
in
prose
.
Loyalty
confin'd
.
BEat
on
proud
Billowes
,
Boreas
Blow
,
Swell
curled
Waves
,
high
as
Iove's
roof
,
Your
incivility
doth
shew
,
That
innocence
is
tempest
proof
.
Though
surely
Nereus
frown
,
my
thoughts
ar●
calme
▪
Then
strike
affliction
,
for
thy
wounds
are
balm
.
That
which
the
world
miscalls
a
Goale
,
A
private
Closet
is
to
me
,
Whilst
a
good
Conscience
is
my
Baile
,
And
innocence
my
Liberty
:
Locks
Barres
and
solitude
together
met
,
Make
me
no
Prisoner
but
an
Anchorit
.
I
whil'st
I
wish'd
to
be
retir'd
Into
this
private
room
,
was
turn'd
,
As
if
their
wisdomes
had
conspir'd
,
The
Salamander
should
be
burn'd
.
Or
like
those
sophies
who
would
drown
a
Fish
▪
So
I
'me
condemn'd
to
suffer
what
I
wish
.
The
Cynick
hugs
his
poverty
,
The
Pelican
her
wilderness
,
And
't
is
the
Indians
pride
to
be
Naked
on
frozen
Caucasus
.
Contentment
cannot
smart
,
Stoicks
we
see
Make
torments
easie
to
their
Apathy
.
●hese
Menacles
upon
my
Arm
,
●as
my
Mistris's
favours
weare
;
●nd
for
to
keep
my
Ankles
warme
,
●have
some
Iron
Shackles
there
.
These
walls
are
but
my
Garrison
;
this
Cell
Which
men
call
Goal
,
doth
prove
my
Cittadel
.
So
he
that
strook
at
Iasons
life
,
●hinking
he
had
his
purpose
sure
:
●y
a
malitious
friendly
knife
,
●id
only
wound
him
to
a
cure
.
Malice
I
see
wants
wit
,
for
what
is
meant
,
Mischief
oft-times
proves
favour
by
th'
event
.
●m
in
this
Cabinet
lockt
up
,
●ike
some
hig-prized
Margaret
,
●r
like
some
great
Mogul
or
Pope
,
●re
cloystered
up
from
publick
sight
.
Retirement
is
a
piece
of
Majesty
,
And
thus
proud
Sultan
,
I
'me
as
great
as
thee
.
●ere
sin
for
want
of
food
must
starve
,
Where
tempting
objects
are
not
seen
;
●nd
these
strong
Walls
do
only
serve
,
●o
keep
Vice
out
,
and
keep
me
in
.
Malice
of
late's
growne
charitable
sure
,
I
'me
not
Committed
,
but
I
'm
kept
secure
.
When
once
my
Prince
affliction
hath
,
Prosperity
doth
Treason
seem
;
And
for
to
smooth
so
rough
a
Path
,
I
can
learn
Patience
from
him
.
Now
not
to
suffer
,
shews
no
Loyal
heart
,
When
Kings
want
ease
,
Subjects
must
learn
〈◊〉
sma●
Have
you
not
seen
the
Nightingale
,
A
Pilgrim
koopt
into
a
Cage
,
How
doth
she
chant
her
wonted
tale
,
In
that
her
narrow
hermitage
.
Even
then
her
charming
melody
doth
prove
,
That
all
her
boughs
are
trees
,
her
Cage
a
gro●
My
soul
is
free
as
the
ambient
aire
,
Although
my
baser
part
's
immur'd
,
Whilest
Loyal
thoughts
do
still
repair
,
'T
accompany
my
Solitude
.
And
though
immur'd
,
yet
I
can
chirp
and
sing
Disgrace
to
Rebels
is
glory
to
my
King.
What
though
I
cannot
see
my
King
,
Neither
in
his
Person
or
his
Coyne
,
Yet
contemplation
is
a
thing
,
That
renders
what
I
have
not
mine
.
My
King
from
me
,
what
Adamant
can
part
,
Whom
I
weare
engraven
on
my
heart
.
I
am
that
Bird
whom
they
combine
,
Thus
to
deprive
of
Liberty
;
But
though
they
do
my
Corps
confine
,
Yet
maugre
hate
,
my
soul
is
free
.
Although
Rebellion
do
my
body
bind
,
My
King
can
only
captivate
my
mind
.
A
SONG
.
THe
Pangs
of
Love
growes
sore
growes
sore
And
so
mine
one
Lady
told
me
,
I
loved
a
bonny
lass
well
,
Well
and
she
hath
forsaken
me
.
I
loved
her
well
and
dellicate
well
,
I
told
her
my
mind
as
I
might
,
She
bid
me
love
where
I
would
Hay
hay
and
went
away
out
of
my
sight
.
I
thought
my
Love
had
been
as
true
to
me
,
As
the
grass
that
grows
on
the
ground
,
But
now
she
proved
the
contrary
,
She
is
as
good
lost
as
found
.
I
thought
my
Love
had
been
a
Virgin
pure
,
When
to
her
my
Love
I
betook
,
She
went
with
child
by
a
Gentleman
And
married
a
greasy
Cook.
But
I
doe
beshrow
her
Cheekes
and
her
chin
And
so
do
I
beshrow
her
face
Her
cherry
red
Lipps
with
a
hay
hay
And
her
flattering
Tongue
within
.
And
I
doe
beshrew
her
goodly
gray
eyes
So
do
I
her
apparel
and
pride
For
now
my
land
's
gon
with
a
hay
hay
,
My
love
she
looks
all
a
one
side
.
And
if
I
live
another
year
As
God
may
give
me
grace
I
'le
buy
her
a
glass
of
decitfull
water
To
wash
her
dissembling
face
.
A
SONG
in
praise
of
noble
Liquor
.
COme
hither
zealous
brothers
,
And
leave
your
disputation
:
I
will
recount
where
is
a
fount
,
That
leads
to
mitigation
:
The
vertue
of
which
Liquor
,
Being
taken
with
replation
,
Will
clear
your
eyes
and
make
you
wise
,
And
fill
you
with
discretion
And
it
is
call
old
Sack
old
Sack
▪
●is
Phisick
good
and
Diet
,
To
cure
the
man
call'd
Puritan
And
make
him
sleep
in
quiet
.
No
frantick
strange
opinion
Doth
from
this
Fountain
bubble
Nor
Puritan
that
Scripture
scan
The
Church
and
State
to
trouble
●rom
Renish
White
and
Claret
This
runs
of
generation
Which
fills
the
Realme
with
filthy
fleame
Of
strife
and
alteration
Then
let
them
drink
old
Sack
old
Sack.
He
is
wiser
then
the
fathers
No
counsel
can
command
him
He
burnes
with
zeale
the
common
weale
No
Cannon
can
withstand
him
His
privie
quese
informes
him
.
All
other
men
do
wonder
Fill
him
with
drink
and
then
I
think
He
will
recant
the
slaunder
And
let
it
be
old
Sack
old
Sack
&c.
A
Surples
more
affrights
him
That
smells
of
superstition
Then
twenty
Smocks
or
nether
Stocks
To
tender
his
submission
Besides
his
holy
Sister
He
loves
no
female
Creature
But
when
he
is
drunk
,
he
will
kiss
a
punke
And
tender
his
good
nature
And
then
let
him
drink
old
Sack
old
Sack.
His
head
no
reason
enters
Nor
he
to
be
reclaimed
His
braines
doth
crack
for
want
of
Sack
And
thus
his
wits
are
maimed
;
The
only
way
to
cure
him
If
Sack
will
not
collect
him
Must
be
the
grate
of
Bishoppes
gate
Where
mad
Tom
will
expect
him
There
let
him
drink
old
Sack
old
Sack.
To
the
tune
of
Pip
my
Cock.
ALas
poor
silly
Barnaby
how
men
do
thee
molest
,
In
City
Town
and
Countrey
,
they
never
let
thee
rest
:
For
let
a
man
be
merry
,
at
Even
or
at
Morne
,
They
will
say
that
he
is
Barnaby
,
and
laugh
him
for
to
scorn
;
And
call
him
drunken
Barnaby
when
Barnaby
is
gone
But
can
they
not
tend
their
drinking
and
let
Barnaby
alone
.
You
City
Dames
so
dainty
that
are
so
neat
and
fine
That
every
day
drinks
plenty
of
spice
and
Claret
wine
,
But
you
must
have
it
burnt
with
●ugar
passing
sweet
They
will
not
suffer
Barnaby
to
walke
a
long
the
street
,
But
call
him
drunken
Barnaby
when
Barnaby
is
gone
,
Cannot
you
tend
your
Gosseping
and
let
Barnaby
alone
.
You
Clerks
and
Lawyers
costly
,
that
are
so
fine
&
nice
When
you
do
meet
so
costly
,
with
a
cup
of
Ale
and
spice
,
You
will
take
your
Chamber
,
before
you
do
begin
Although
you
steale
him
privatly
you
count
it
is
no
sin
,
Though
Barnaby
stands
open
,
in
sight
of
every
one
What
cannot
you
tend
your
drinking
,
and
let
Barnaby
alone
,
But
I
have
seen
some
Hostis
,
that
have
taken
a
pott
,
When
her
head
runns
giddy
,
she
'l
call
for
a
double
shott
,
Although
she
gets
her
living
by
such
kind
of
gests
Shall
mock
,
scoffe
and
deride
me
,
as
deeply
as
the
rest
,
But
call
me
drunken
Barnaby
when
all
my
money
is
gon
But
cannot
you
look
to
their
mault
man
and
let
Barnaby
alone
.
A
SONG
.
THe
Blazing
Star
is
soon
burn'd
out
The
Diamond
light
abide
The
one
in
glory
shines
about
,
The
other
yields
light
beside
.
That
spark
if
any
should
be
mine
That
else
hath
been
unknown
,
But
if
to
every
he
she
shine
I
'le
rather
lye
alone
.
The
Glow-worme
in
the
dark
gives
light
And
to
the
view
of
many
,
The
Moon
she
shews
her self
by
night
And
yields
her
light
to
any
.
But
if
my
Love
should
seem
to
be
To
every
one
so
known
,
Shee
never
more
shall
shine
to
me
,
I
'le
rather
lie
alone
.
I
'le
not
consume
nor
pine
nor
grieve
,
As
other
Lovers
do
,
But
such
as
beare
a
constant
mind
And
will
to
me
prove
true
,
I
will
set
as
little
by
any
she
,
As
she
by
me
hath
done
,
I
will
love
where
is
constancy
Or
else
I
will
love
none
.
A
Willow
Garland
on
my
head
,
I
ever
mean
to
wear
I
need
no
pillow
to
my
bed
,
I
am
clear
void
of
care
.
A
single
life
is
without
strife
,
And
free
from
sighes
and
groanes
Therefore
I
mean
in
longest
night
Ever
to
lie
alone
.
Once
I
lov'd
the
fairest
love
That
e're
my
eyes
did
see
But
she
to
me
unconstant
prov'd
And
set
no
love
by
me
.
And
ever
since
my
mind
so
tost
I
le
lend
no
love
to
none
,
Because
I
have
been
thus
much
crost
I
le
ever
lie
alone
.
A
SONG
.
BEgon
begon
my
Willy
my
Billy
,
Begon
begon
my
dear
,
The
weather
is
warm
,
T
will
do
thee
no
harm
,
Thou
canst
not
be
lodged
here
.
My
Willy
my
Billy
,
my
Hony
my
conny
,
My
love
my
dove
my
dear
,
Oh
oh
,
the
wether
is
warm
'T
will
do
thee
no
harm
,
Oh
oh
thou
canst
not
be
lodged
here
.
Farewel
farewel
my
Juggie
my
puggie
,
Farewel
farewel
my
dear
,
Then
will
I
be
gone
,
From
whence
that
I
came
,
If
I
cannot
be
lodged
here
.
My
Juggie
my
puggie
,
my
hony
my
cony
,
My
love
my
dove
my
dear
,
Oh
oh
then
will
I
begone
From
whence
that
I
came
,
Oh
oh
if
I
cannot
be
lodged
here
.
Return
return
my
Willy
my
Billy
Return
my
dove
and
my
dear
The
wether
doth
change
,
Then
seem
it
not
strange
Thou
canst
not
be
lodged
here
.
My
Willy
my
Billy
,
my
hony
my
cony
My
love
my
dove
my
dear
,
Oh
oh
the
wether
doth
change
,
Then
seem
it
not
strange
Oh
and
thou
shalt
be
lodged
here
.
A
SONG
.
Sweet
at
night
shall
I
come
to
your
bed
fie
no
,
You
need
not
hazard
your
maidenhead
why
so
Is
not
your
will
a
law
to
restrain
,
yes
yes
What
should
make
you
then
to
refrain
pish
pish
,
Give
me
an
answer
grant
my
desire
peace
peace
See
see
what
harm
it
is
thus
to
aspire
cease
cease
.
Fire
unkind
why
flide
you
away
hey
ho
Cannot
my
love
alure
you
to
stay
no
no
Soon
my
life
will
end
if
you
part
tush
tush
,
And
this
straite
I
'le
send
to
my
heart
push
push
,
Farwel
cruel
thus
I
die
hold
hold
,
Hold
me
then
with
your
reply
,
be
bold
be
bold
,
Thus
am
I
bold
your
armes
to
possess
do
do
,
And
your
lips
I
can
do
no
less
hun
hun
But
my
desire
can
linger
no
more
alas
alas
,
Fear
not
t
was
nothing
stirrd
the
door
t
was
t
was
,
Thus
by
degrees
I
climb
to
aspire
come
come
,
An
houre
of
bliss
(
oh
)
ner'e
to
be
spent
ha
done
ha
done
A
SONG
of
his
Mistress
.
MY
mistriss
is
a
Shuttle
cok
,
Compos'd
of
cock
and
feather
,
Each
battle
doth
play
with
her
dock
And
bang
her
on
the
leather
.
One
cannot
suffice
her
fill
But
she
rebounds
to
the
other
still
,
Fa
la
lanke
down
dilly
.
My
mistress
is
a
Tennis
ball
Her
leather
so
smooth
and
fine
,
Shee
's
often
bang'd
against
the
wall
,
And
banded
under
line
;
But
he
that
means
to
win
her
will
Must
hit
her
in
the
hazard
still
,
Fa
la
lanke
down
dilly
.
My
mistress
is
a
Nightingal
So
sweetly
can
she
sing
As
fair
as
fine
as
Filomel
A
daughter
for
a
King.
For
in
the
night
and
darkness
thick
She
●ongs
to
leane
against
a
prick
Fa
la
lanke
down
dilly
.
My
mistress
is
a
nettle
sharp
,
And
dangerous
to
finger
A
gallant
wench
and
full
of
mettle
I
woose
shee
is
a
stinger
,
For
if
you
do
but
touch
her
hips
Ther
's
no
such
liquor
for
your
lips
,
Fa
la
,
&c.
My
mistress
is
an
Owle
by
night
All
day
she
keeps
her
bed
For
fear
she
should
her
beauty
burn
,
And
no
man
would
her
wed
;
But
be
she
fair
or
foul
in
sight
She
is
as
good
as
Hellen
in
the
night
Fa
la
lanke
down
dilly
.
My
mistress
is
a
moon
so
bright
,
Would
God
that
I
could
win
her
,
She
loves
to
be
sturring
in
the
night
And
keep
a
man
within
her
;
A
man
that
were
both
prick
and
thornes
Once
a
month
shee
'l
make
him
were
hornes
,
Fa
la
lanke
down
Dilly
.
My
mistress
is
a
Tobaccopipe
Soon
burn'd
and
often
broke
,
Shee
carrieth
fire
in
her
brink
That
yieldeth
forth
no
smoke
If
s●ee
have
not
a
clean
skin
Shee
hath
a
rumy
thing
within
,
Fa
la
lanke
down
dilly
.
My
mistress
is
a
ship
of
warr
Much
shot
discharged
at
her
,
Her
Puppe
receiveth
many
a
scarr
Oft
driven
by
winde
and
water
,
Although
she
grapples
at
the
last
Shee
sinks
and
striketh
down
the
mast
Fa
la
lanke
down
dilly
.
Why
should
I
my
mistress
call
An
instrument
a
bable
,
A
shuttle
cock
a
Tenice
ball
A
Ship
of
war
unstabl'd
Say
but
this
and
say
no
more
Shee
is
a
wanton
and
a
hay
ho.
Fa
la
lanke
down
●i●ly
▪
On
Luce
Morgan
a
Common-VV●ore
.
EPIGRAM
.
HEre
lies
black
Luce
that
Pick-hatch
drab
,
Who
had
a
word
for
every
stab
,
Was
leacherous
as
any
Sparrow
Her
Quiver
ope
to
every
arrow
.
Wer't
long
,
or
short
,
or
black
,
or
white
,
She
would
be
sure
to
noch
it
right
.
Wer
't
Lords
or
Knights
,
or
Priests
,
or
Squires
,
Of
any
sort
except
a
Friers
:
A
Friers
shaft
she
lackt
alone
,
Because
England
here
was
none
.
At
last
some
Vestall
fire
she
stole
,
Which
never
went
out
in
her
hole
.
And
with
that
zealous
fire
being
burn'd
,
Vnto
the
Romish
faith
she
turn'd
:
And
therein
dy'd
and
was
't
not
fit
,
For
a
poor
whore
to
dye
in
it
,
An
Epitaph
on
a
VVhore
.
IN
this
cold
Monument
lies
one
Which
I
knew
who
hath
lain
upon
,
The
happier
he
whose
sight
might
charm
,
And
touch
might
keep
King
David
warme
.
Lovely
as
is
the
dawning
East
,
Was
this
Marbles
frozen
guest
.
As
glorious
and
as
bright
as
day
.
As
oderiferous
as
May.
As
streight
and
slender
as
the
Crest
,
Or
Antler
of
the
one
beam'd
Beast
,
Whome
I
admired
as
soon
as
I
knew
.
And
now
her
memory
persue
,
With
such
a
superstitious
Lust
,
That
I
could
fumble
with
her
dust
.
She
all
perfections
had
,
and
more
,
Tempting
,
as
if
design'd
an
whore
:
For
so
she
was
,
and
some
there
are
Whores
,
I
could
wish
them
all
as
faire
.
Courteous
she
was
,
and
yong
,
and
wise
,
And
in
her
calling
so
precise
;
That
industry
had
made
her
prove
,
The
sucking
School-Mistress
of
Love.
But
Death
,
ambitious
to
become
Her
Pupil
,
left
his
gastly
home
:
And
seeing
how
we
us'd
her
here
,
The
raw-bone
Raskal
ravish'd
her
.
Who
pretty
soul
resign'd
her
breath
,
To
practice
Lechery
with
death
.
A
mock-song
.
1.
OH
Love
,
whose
power
and
might
No
Creature
ere
withstood
,
Thou
forcest
me
to
write
,
Come
turn
about
Robin-hood
.
2.
Sole
Mistress
of
my
heart
,
Let
me
thus
farr
presume
,
To
make
this
request
;
A
black
patch
for
the
Rhume
.
3.
Grant
pitty
or
I
die
,
Love
so
my
heart
bewitches
,
With
grief
I
houle
and
cry
;
Oh
how
my
Elbow
Itches
.
4.
Teares
overflow
my
eyes
With
flouds
of
daily
weeping
,
That
in
the
silent
night
,
I
cannot
rest
for
sleeping
5.
What
is
't
I
would
not
doe
To
purchase
one
sweet
smile
?
Bid
me
to
China
goe
,
Faith
I
'le
sit
still
the
while
.
6.
Oh
women
you
will
never
,
But
think
men
still
will
flatter
;
I
vow
I
love
you
ever
,
But
yet
it
is
no
matter
.
7.
Cupid
is
blind
they
say
,
But
yet
methinks
he
seeth
;
He
struck
my
heart
to
day
,
A
Turd
in
Cupids
teeth
.
8.
Her
Tre●ses
that
were
wrought
,
Much
like
the
golden
snare
,
My
loving
heart
hath
caught
,
As
Mosse
did
catch
his
Mare
.
9.
But
since
that
all
reliefe
,
And
comfort
doe
forsake
me
,
●'le
kill
my self
with
grief
;
Nay
then
the
Devill
take
me
.
10
And
since
her
grateful
merits
,
My
loving
look
must
lack
,
●'le
stop
my
vitall
spirits
With
Claret
and
with
Sack.
11.
Marke
well
my
woful
hap
,
Iove
rector
of
the
Thunder
,
Send
down
thy
thunder-clap
,
And
rend
her
smock
in
sunder
.
The
Answer
.
1.
YOur
Letter
I
receiv'd
Bedect
with
flourishing
quarters
,
Because
you
are
deceiv'd
,
Goe
hang
you
in
your
Garters
.
2.
My
beauty
which
is
none
,
Yet
such
as
you
protest
,
Doth
make
you
sigh
and
groan
:
Fie
,
fie
,
you
do
but
jest
.
3.
I
cannot
chuse
but
pitty
Your
restless
mourneful
teares
,
Because
your
plaints
are
witty
,
You
may
goe
shake
your
eares
.
4.
To
purchase
your
delight
,
No
labour
you
shall
leese
,
Your
pains
I
will
requite
,
;
Maid
,
go
fetch
him
Bread
and
Cheese
.
5.
'T
is
you
I
faine
would
see
,
'T
is
you
I
daily
think
on
;
My
looks
as
kind
shall
be
,
As
the
Devills
over
Lincoln
.
6.
If
ever
I
do
tame
Great
Iove
of
lightnings
flashes
;
I
'le
send
my
fiery
flame
,
And
burn
thee
into
ashes
.
7.
I
can
by
no
meanes
miss
thee
,
But
needs
must
have
thee
one
day
,
I
prethee
come
and
kiss
me
,
Whereon
I
sat
on
Sunday
.
In
praise
of
his
Mistrisses
beauty
.
1.
I
Have
the
fairest
non-perel
,
The
fairest
that
ever
was
seen
,
And
had
not
Venus
been
in
the
way
,
She
had
been
beauties
Queen
.
2.
Her
lovely
looks
,
her
comly
grace
,
I
will
describe
at
large
;
God
Cupid
put
her
in
his
books
,
And
of
this
Jem
took
charge
.
3.
The
Graecian
Hellen
was
a
Moore
,
Compar'd
to
my
dear
Saint
,
And
fair
fac'd
Hyrens
beauty
poor
,
And
yet
she
doth
not
paint
.
4.
Andromeda
whom
Perseus
lov'd
Was
foule
were
she
in
sight
,
Her
lineaments
so
well
approv'd
,
In
praise
of
her
I
'le
write
.
5.
Her
haire
not
like
the
golden
wire
,
But
black
as
any
Crow
,
Her
browes
so
beetl'd
all
admire
,
Her
forehead
wondrous
low
.
6.
Her
squinting
staring
gogling
eyes
,
Poor
Children
doe
affright
,
Her
nose
is
of
the
sarasens
size
;
Oh
she
's
a
matchless
wight
.
7.
Her
Oven-mouth
wide
open
stands
,
And
teeth
like
rotten
pease
,
Her
Swan-like
neck
my
heart
commands
,
And
brests
all
bit
with
Fleas
.
8.
Her
tawny
dugs
like
too
great
hills
,
Hang
Sow-like
to
her
wast
,
Her
body
huge
like
two
wind-mills
,
And
yet
she
's
wondrous
chast
.
9.
Her
shoulders
of
so
large
a
breadth
,
Shee
'd
make
an
excellent
Porter
And
yet
her
belly
caries
most
,
If
any
man
could
sort
her
.
10.
No
Shoulder
of
Mutton
like
her
hand
,
For
broadness
,
thick
and
fat
,
With
a
pocky
Mange
upon
her
wrist
;
Oh
Iove
!
how
love
I
that
?
11.
Her
belly
Tun-like
to
behold
,
Her
bush
doth
all
excel
,
The
thing
that
by
all
men
extol'd
,
Is
wider
then
a
well
.
12.
Her
brawny
buttocks
plump
and
round
,
Much
like
a
Horse
of
Warre
,
With
speckled
thighs
,
scab'd
and
Scarce
sound
;
Her
knees
like
bakers
are
.
13.
Her
leggs
are
like
the
Elephants
,
The
Calfe
and
small
both
one
,
Her
anckles
they
together
meet
,
And
still
knock
bone
to
bone
.
14.
Her
pretty
feet
not
'bove
fifteens
,
So
splay'd
as
never
was
,
An
excellent
Usher
for
a
man
That
walks
the
dewy
grass
.
15.
Thus
have
you
heard
my
Mistriss
prais'd
,
And
yet
no
flattery
us'd
,
Pray
tell
me
,
is
she
not
of
worth
?
Let
her
not
be
abus'd
.
16.
If
any
to
her
have
a
minde
,
He
doth
me
woundrous
wrong
For
as
she
's
Beautious
so
she
's
Chast
,
And
thus
conclude
my
Song
.
A
SONG
.
1.
WHen
yong
folkes
first
begin
to
love
,
And
undergoe
that
tedious
taske
,
It
cuts
and
scowres
throughout
the
powers
Much
like
a
running
glass
.
2.
It
is
so
full
of
sodain
joyes
Proceeding
from
the
Heart
,
So
many
tricks
,
and
So
many
toyes
,
And
all
not
worth
a
Fart
.
3.
For
Venus
loved
Vulcan
,
Yet
she
would
lye
with
Mars
,
If
these
be
honest
tricks
my
love
,
Sweet
love
come
kisse
mine
—
4
▪
If
that
which
I
have
writ
,
Be
unmannerly
in
speech
,
Yet
when
occasion
serves
to
shite
,
Will
serve
to
wipe
your
breech
5.
Thus
kindly
and
in
Courtesie
,
These
few
lines
I
have
written
,
And
now
O
love
come
kiss
mine
—
For
I
am
all
beshitten
.
A
Song
of
the
Sea-men
and
Land-souldiers
.
1.
WE
Sea-men
are
the
bony-boyes
,
That
feare
no
stormes
nor
Rocks
,
Whose
Musick
is
the
Cannons
nose
,
Whose
sporting
is
with
knocks
a.
2.
Mars
has
no
Children
of
his
own
,
But
we
that
fight
on
Land
a
;
Land-Souldiers
Kingdomes
up
have
blown
Yet
they
unshaken
stand
a.
3.
'T
is
brave
to
see
a
tall
Ship
saile
,
With
all
her
trim
gear
on
a.
As
though
the
Devill
were
in
her
taile
,
She
fore
the
wind
will
run
a.
4.
Our
maine
battalia
when
it
moves
,
Ther
's
no
such
glorious
thing
a
,
Where
leaders
like
so
many
Ioves
Abroad
their
thunder
fling
a.
5.
Come
let
us
reckon
what
Ships
are
ours
,
The
Gorgon
and
the
Dragon
,
The
Lyon
that
in
fight
is
bold
,
The
Bull
with
bloody
flag
on
.
6.
Come
let
us
reckon
what
works
are
ours
,
Forts
,
Bulwarks
,
Barricadoes
,
Mounts
,
Gabions
,
Parrapits
,
Countermurs
,
Casemates
and
Pallisadoes
.
7.
The
Bear
,
the
Dog
,
the
Fox
,
the
Kite
,
That
stood
fast
on
the
Rover
,
They
chas'd
the
Turke
in
a
day
and
night
,
From
Scandaroon
to
Dover
.
8.
Field-pieces
,
Muskets
,
Groves
of
Pikes
,
Carbines
and
Canoneers
a
,
Squadrons
,
half
Moons
,
with
Rankes
and
Files
▪
And
Fronts
,
and
Vans
,
and
Reers
a.
9.
A
Health
to
brave
Land-Souldiers
all
,
Let
Cans
a
piece
goe
round
a
,
Pell-mell
let
's
to
the
Battaile
fall
,
And
lofty
mu●ick
sound
a.
A
Song
.
MY
dear
and
onely
love
take
heed
,
How
thou
thy self
expose
,
And
let
no
longing
Lovers
feed
,
On
such
like
looks
as
those
,
I
'le
Marble
wall
thee
round
about
,
Being
built
without
a
door
:
But
if
my
love
do
once
break
out
,
I
'le
never
love
thee
more
.
Nor
let
their
Oaths
by
volleys
shot
,
Make
any
breach
at
all
;
Nor
smoothness
of
ther
language
plot
Away
to
scale
the
wall
,
Nor
balls
of
Wilde-fire
Love
consume
,
The
shrine
that
I
adore
,
For
if
such
smoak
about
thee
fume
,
I
'le
never
love
thee
more
.
Thy
wishes
are
as
yet
too
strong
,
To
suffer
by
surprize
,
and
victed
with
my
love
so
long
,
Of
force
the
siege
must
rise
;
And
leave
thee
in
the
strength
of
health
,
And
state
thou
wert
before
:
But
if
thou
prove
a
common-wealth
I
'le
never
love
thee
more
.
Or
if
by
fraud
,
or
by
consent
,
My
heart
to
ruine
come
,
I
'le
ne'r
sound
Trumpet
as
I
meant
,
Nor
march
by
beat
of
Drum
:
But
fould
mine
Armes
like
Ensignes
up
,
Thy
falshood
to
deplore
,
And
after
such
a
bitter
cup
,
I
'le
never
love
thee
more
,
Then
doe
by
thee
as
Nero
did
,
When
Rome
was
set
on
fire
,
Not
onely
all
reliefe
forbid
,
But
to
a
hill
retire
;
And
scorne
to
shed
a
teare
to
save
Such
spirits
grown
so
poor
,
But
laugh
and
sing
thee
to
thy
grave
,
And
never
love
thee
more
.
A
SONG
.
1.
WHen
Phoebus
address'd
his
course
to
the
West
,
And
took
up
his
rest
below
,
And
Cynthia
agreed
in
a
glittering
weed
,
Her
light
in
his
stead
to
bestow
.
Travel'd
alone
,
attended
by
none
,
Till
sodainly
I
heard
one
cry
;
Oh
doe
not
,
doe
not
kill
me
yet
,
For
I
am
not
prepared
to
dye
.
2.
With
that
I
came
nere
,
to
see
and
to
hear
,
And
there
did
appeare
a
show
;
The
Moon
was
so
bright
,
I
saw
such
a
sight
,
Not
fit
that
each
wight
should
know
.
A
Man
and
a
Maid
together
were
laid
,
And
ever
she
cry'd
Oh
fie
!
Oh
doe
not
,
doe
not
kill
me
yet
,
For
I
am
not
prepared
to
dye
.
3.
The
young
man
was
rough
,
and
he
took
up
he●
stuffe
,
And
to
blind
man
buffe
he
would
go
;
Yet
still
she
did
cry
,
but
still
she
did
lye
,
And
put
him
but
by
with
a
no
:
But
she
was
so
young
,
and
he
was
so
strong
,
Which
made
her
still
to
cry
,
Oh
doe
not
,
doe
not
kill
me
For
I
am
not
prepared
to
dye
.
4.
With
that
he
gave
o're
and
swore
,
solemnly
He
would
kill
her
no
more
that
night
,
He
bid
her
adue
,
for
little
he
knew
,
She
would
tempt
him
to
more
delight
,
But
being
to
depart
it
grieved
her
heart
,
Which
made
her
loud
to
cry
,
Oh
kill
me
,
kill
me
once
again
,
For
now
I
am
prepared
to
dye
.
A
SONG
.
I
Courted
a
Lasse
,
my
folly
was
the
cause
of
her
disdaining
;
I
courted
her
thus
,
what
shall
I
sweet
Dolly
,
doe
for
thy
dear
loves
obteining
?
But
another
had
dallied
with
this
my
Dolly
,
that
Dolly
for
all
her
faining
,
Had
got
such
a
Mountain
above
her
Valley
,
that
Dolly
went
home
complaining
.
Upon
my
Lord
Majors
day
,
being
put
off
by
reason
of
the
Plague
.
IF
you
'l
but
here
me
I
shall
tell
,
A
sad
mischance
that
late
befel
,
for
which
the
daies
of
old
,
●n
all
new
Almanacks
must
mourn
,
And
Babes
that
never
must
be
born
,
shall
weep
to
hear
it
told
.
For
loe
the
sport
of
that
great
day
,
●n
which
the
Major
hath
leave
to
play
,
and
with
him
all
the
town
;
His
Flag
,
and
drum
,
and
Fife
releas'd
,
And
he
forbid
to
goe
a
Feasting
in
his
Scarlet
Gown
,
No
Fife
must
on
the
Thames
be
seen
,
To
fright
the
Major
,
and
please
the
Queen
,
nor
any
wild
fire
tost
.
Though
he
suppose
the
Fleet
that
late
,
Invaded
us
in
eighty
eight
,
o're
matcht
by
his
Gally
foist
.
The
Pageants
,
and
the
painted
cost
Bestowed
on
them
,
are
all
quite
lost
,
for
now
he
must
not
ride
:
Nor
shall
they
sheare
the
Players
tall
,
Being
mounted
on
some
mighty
Whale
,
swims
with
him
through
Cheap-si●
Guild-hal
now
must
not
entertain
The
Major
,
who
there
would
feast
his
brain
,
with
white
broth
and
with
He●
Nor
shall
the
Fencers
act
their
Piggs
,
Before
the
Hinch-boyes
which
are
Giggs
,
whipt
out
with
all
the
me●●
Nor
must
he
go
in
State
to
swear
,
As
he
was
wont
at
Westminster
.
no
Trumpets
at
the
Hal●
Their
clamorous
voices
there
would
stretch
,
As
if
the
Lawyers
they
would
teach
,
in
their
own
Courts
to
ba●●
But
what
in
sooth
is
pitty
most
,
Is
for
their
Daughters
they
have
lost
,
all
joyes
for
which
they
pray
Which
scatter
palmes
on
their
cheeks
,
Which
they
had
prim'd
at
least
three
weeks
before
against
the
day
And
'mongst
themselves
they
much
complain
,
That
this
Lord
Major
in
first
of
reign
,
should
do
them
so
much
wrong
As
to
suppress
by
message
sad
,
The
feast
for
which
they
all
have
had
,
Their
March-pane
dream
so
long
.
Thus
for
their
beauteous
sakes
have
I
,
Describ'd
the
daies
large
History
,
't
is
true
although
not
witty
Which
is
deny'd
,
for
I
'de
be
loath
,
To
cut
my
coat
,
above
my
cloath
,
my
Subject
is
the
City
.
A
Song
by
Sir
John
Suckling
.
OUt
upon
it
,
I
have
lov'd
,
three
whole
daies
together
,
And
perchance
might
love
three
more
,
if
that
it
hold
fair
weather
;
Time
shall
melt
his
wing
away
,
e're
he
can
discover
In
the
whole
wide
world
again
,
such
a
constant
lover
.
But
a
pox
upon
't
,
no
praise
there
is
due
at
all
to
me
,
Love
with
me
had
had
no
stay
,
had
it
any
been
but
she
Had
it
any
been
but
she
,
and
that
very
very
face
,
There
had
been
long
time
e're
this
,
a
dozen
dozen
in
her
place
.
The
answer
by
the
same
Author
.
SAy
,
but
did
you
love
so
long
?
in
sooth
I
need●
must
blame
ye
▪
Passion
did
your
judgement
wrong
,
and
want
o●
Reason
shame
ye
▪
Truth
,
Times
fair
and
witty
Daughter
,
quickly
did
discover
,
You
were
a
subject
fit
for
laughter
,
and
more
fooll
then
Lover
▪
Yet
you
needs
must
merit
praise
for
your
constant
folly
▪
Since
that
you
lov'd
three
whole
daies
,
were
yo●
not
melancholly
?
She
for
whom
you
lov'd
so
true
,
and
that
very
very
face
▪
Puts
each
minute
such
as
you
,
a
dozen
dozen
to
disgrace
Upon
an
old
Scold
.
IOve
lay
thy
Majesty
aside
,
and
wonder
To
hear
a
voice
in
consort
with
thy
thunder
,
Whilst
thine
with
a
shrill
treble
neatly
graces
,
The
roaring
clamour
of
her
deep-mouth`d
basis
;
Yet
in
each
point
,
her
nimble
chops
run
on
,
The
lubrick
touches
of
division
,
And
when
her
kindled
thoughts
,
her
tongue
inspire
,
Instead
of
words
,
like
Etna
she
spits
fire
:
So
in
a
word
,
(
to
her
eternal
fame
)
Shee
'l
excercise
thy
thunder
,
and
thy
flame
;
Old
Time
had
pull'd
her
teeth
out
,
but
they
'r
sprung
Again
,
more
sharp
and
active
in
her
tongue
.
●n
her
Malignant
Aspect
doth
appear
,
The
season
of
the
Dog-dayes
all
the
year
.
With
her
sowre
look
she
might
convert
the
Sea
,
And
all
the
Elements
to
Curds
and
Whea
.
On
a
deformed
old
Woman
(
whorish
)
whome
one
was
pleased
to
call
the
Phoenix
.
ARt
thou
the
Phoenix
?
I
could
rather
swear
,
Thou
art
Callisto
,
chang'd
into
a
Bear
;
Or
else
thou
then
transformed
but
in
part
,
And
so
laid
by
,
halfe
Bear
,
halfe
Woman
art
,
Or
art
thou
Io
,
whome
adulterate
Iove
,
Long
since
,
when
thou
wett
beautiful
did
love
:
And
jealous
Iuno
for
thy
crime
hath
now
Chang'd
thee
into
a
foule
mishapen
Cow
;
But
thou
the
badge
of
thy
disgrace
now
scornes
And
makes
thy
harmless
Husband
wear
th●
horne●
He
that
can
call
thee
Phoenix
from
his
heart
,
Must
needs
be
such
another
as
thou
art
.
Or
he
to
sacred
beauty
had
a
spite
,
(
Like
those
that
use
to
paint
the
Devil
white
)
And
calling
thee
the
Phoenix
hath
out-gone
,
All
that
revenge
could
e're
think
upon
;
He
had
more
truly
spoke
,
and
might
with
less
Despight
have
call'd
the
Devil
his
Holiness
.
Should
but
thy
picture
be
expos'd
to
sight
,
And
under
it
the
name
of
Phoenix
write
;
woo●
They
that
ner'e
knew
what
meant
the
Phoenix
Straight
swear
by
it
,
the
Devil
was
understood
.
A
Gentleman
on
his
being
trim'd
by
a
Cobler
.
MY
haire
grown
rude
,
and
Gally's
bridg●
broke
dow●
Which
dam'd
my
passage
to
Carmarthen
Town
Trim'd
was
I
,
I
am
sure
,
but
by
what
Monster
,
If
I
describe
him
,
you
will
hardly
Conster
:
'T
is
one
whose
foot
is
in
the
stirrup
still
Yet
never
rides
,
waxes
each
hour
more
ill
Yet
never
mends
;
can
make
a
bad
soul
better
,
Yet
no
Divine
,
nor
scarce
doth
know
a
letter
.
He
's
alwaies
sowing
,
yet
ne'r
useth
needle
,
Put
,
folkes
i'
th
stocks
,
yet
is
no
beggars
beadle
fee.
Mens
legs
he
stretcheth
often
on
a
tree
,
Yet
free
from
th'
Gallows
,
and
the
Hangmans
Let
a
Consumption
some
to
skellitons
wast
,
He
will
be
sure
to
ease'um
at
the
last
,
And
yet
is
no
Physitian
,
he
's
still
knocking
,
Yet
breaks
no
peace
,
nor
need
his
doors
unlocking
He
alwaies
sits
,
yet
Table
wants
,
and
Carpet
,
●ut
looks
like
a
scab'd
Sheep
,
tane
from
a
Tarpit
.
●his
lovely
gallant
,
with
his
well
pitcht
thumbe
,
●nd
Leather
apron
on
,
my
hide
did-thrumb
;
●nd
par'd
my
face
,
't
were
worth
the
sight
to
have
bin
●o
see
his
oilely
joynts
about
my
chin
.
●armarthen
Barbers
be
not
quite
dismayed
,
●hough
Kit
the
Cobler
undertake
your
trade
;
●Twas
only
done
that
his
best
friends
might
feel
,
●ow
perfect
he
is
made
from
head
to
Heel
.
On
Jack
wiseman
.
●Ack
Wiseman
brags
his
very
name
Proclaimes
his
wit
,
he
's
much
to
blame
,
●o
do
the
Proverb
so
much
wrong
,
●hich
saies
he
's
wise
that
holds
his
tongue
;
●hich
makes
me
contradict
the
Schooles
,
●nd
apt
to
think
the
wise
men
fooles
.
Yet
pardon
Iack
,
I
hear
that
now
Thou'
rt
wed
,
and
must
thy
wit
allow
,
That
by
a
strange
aenigma
can
,
Make
a
light
Woman
a
Wiseman
.
Love
blind
,
a
Song
.
1.
LOve
blind
?
who
saies
so
?
't
is
a
lye
,
I
'le
not
believe
it
,
no
not
I
;
If
Love
be
blind
how
can
he
then
Discerne
to
hit
the
hearts
of
men
?
Yet
pause
a
while
it
may
be
true
,
Or
else
hee
'd
wound
the
womens
too
.
2.
The
Females
only
Scape
?
nay
then
,
The
lad
has
got
his
eyes
agen
;
And
yet
methinks
't
is
strange
that
he
should
strike
at
randome
thus
,
and
see
;
I'
th'
guiding
still
to
fix
his
dart
,
And
leave
untoucht
the
stubborne
heart
.
3
,
Love
blind
?
how
can
his
darts
surprize
Our
hearts
then
,
piercing
through
our
eyes
?
Unless
by
secret
power
guided
,
Least
he
by
us
should
be
derided
,
It
be
the
little
Archers
minde
,
To
make
us
all
as
he
is
,
blinde
.
The
Anglers
Song
.
●'Th
'
non-age
of
the
Morn
we
got
up
,
If
plots
had
tane
all
night
,
w
'had
sate
up
:
How
e're
before
the
Sun
took
Coach
,
We
were
with
Bream
,
and
Pike
,
and
Roach
:
●ut
if
you
'd
know
how
we
thus
earely
●ddrest
to
th'field
,
I
'le
tell
you
squarely
.
Th'
Alarum
of
a
Watch
ingages
,
●nd
doth
provoke
our
stout
courages
:
●or
that
at
houre
of
three
wo'nt
dally
,
●o
up
we
rose
,
and
forth
we
sally
.
●f
Fish
we
mean
a
flat
massacre
,
●nd
so
we
march
o're
many
an
Acre
.
●nd
that
you
mayn't
our
deeds
misconster
,
●ray
wot
you
well
,
there
is
a
monster
;
Who
with
tyrannick
power
doth
seize
on
,
As
greedy
morttals
feed
on
Peason
)
Th'
oppressed
frie
,
he
's
hight
the
Pike
,
Who
often
times
doth
lurke
in
Dyke
.
So
on
we
go
,
and
much
we
brag
,
●hough
each
behind
his
fellow
lag
.
●s
home
we
came
,
that
in
our
dish
What
Proverb
saith
(
as
mute
as
Fish
)
You
might
have
throwne
:
but
this
rare
story
,
●'le
not
so
rudely
lay
before
ye
.
But
at
preceeding
points
wee
'l
touch
,
Though
you
perhaps
will
think
to
much
;
But
those
I
am
resolv'd
to
give
ye
,
Though
I
'm
voluminous
as
Livie
.
Of
Dew
there
was
a
gallant
draught
,
Which
when
the
sun
arose
he
quaft
:
But'cause
he
did
not
rise
so
soon
,
I'
th'
interim
we
had
wet
our
shoon
.
When
we
came
neer
the
place
call'd
Breach
pond
(
I
wish
that
it
had
been
in
Duch-lond
)
And
that
our
fancies
'gan
to
gallop
,
A
thick
blue
mist
did
us
invellop
:
Which
caus'd
us
to
commit
an
error
,
But
yet
we
march
on
without
fear
or
Wit
,
untill
that
we
arrive
us
,
There
where
our
fishing
fate
did
drive
us
.
But
there
we
met
with
an
ill
Omen
,
For
at
the
pond
side
there
were
some
men
;
Which
were
so
bold
as
to
cry
pish
,
As
Proverb
saies
,
hee
'l
catch
no
fish
That
swears
;
which
they
did
stoutly
,
As
they
did
about
the
pond
lye
.
These
men
some
bottles
of
Canary
,
To
keep
the
Mists
and
Damps
did
carry
;
Although
we
did
not
ken
a
wight
,
Yet
lovingly
they
us
invite
,
That
of
there
Sack
wee
'd
take
a
dish
,
Which
was
not
brought
to
Fox
the
fish
.
We
left
them
and
betook
our selves
,
With
bates
to
Court
the
watry
Elves
;
There
we
did
practise
Arts
most
quaint
,
But
rogish
Fish
they
were
so
do
daintty
,
that
they
would
not
bite
,
But
all
our
pretious
morsels
slight
;
Though
divers
of
them
cost
much
money
,
(
Amongst
the
rest
was
Loaf
and
Honey
.
)
We
count
the
cost
to
ten
pence
sterling
,
All
which
into
the
pond
we
hurl
in
.
The
Proverb
here
should
be
inserted
,
But
I
am
loath't
should
be
inverted
:
Do
what
I
can
it
needs
will
out
,
Lose
a
Fly
,
and
catch
a
Trout
.
How
e're
this
adage
goes
,
we
are
far
,
From
losing
of
a
Hog
for
Tarre
.
So
that
's
on
our
side
still
I
see
,
One
Proverb
that
's
our
,
Enemy
.
For
as
we
did
our
business
handle
,
Our
sport
it
was
not
worth
the
Candle
.
But
to
returne
,
the
wind
did
bluster
,
So
we
came
home
all
in
cluster
.
Our
heads
hung
down
,
our
hands
in
pocket
,
And
all
our
patience
burn't
to
th'
socket
:
Only
by
the
way
we
tride
our
skill
,
But
the
same
Planet
govern'd
still
That
rul'd
i'
th
morne
:
so
home
we
hide
us
,
And
blame
those
Planets
which
that
day
had
spi'd
us
,
W
th
blinking
aspects
,
grurching
our
good
fortune
Though
we
most
zealously
did
them
importune
.
And
the
next
day
new
sorrow
administred
,
For
all
our
feet
were
with
our
travell
blistered
.
A
SONG
.
1.
SHe
lay
all
naked
in
her
bed
,
And
I
my self
lay
by
;
No
Vail
but
Curtaines
about
her
spread
.
No
covering
but
I.
Her
head
upon
her
shoulders
seeks
,
To
hang
in
careless
wise
,
All
full
of
blushes
was
her
cheeks
,
And
of
wishes
were
her
eyes
.
2.
The
blood
still
fresh
into
her
face
,
As
on
a
message
came
,
To
say
that
in
another
place
,
It
meant
a
nother
game
.
Her
cherry
lips
,
moist
,
plump
and
faire
,
Millions
of
Kisses
crown
,
Which
ripe
and
uncropt
dangled
there
,
And
weigh
the
branches
down
.
3.
Her
Breasts
that
swell'd
so
plump
and
high
.
Bred
pleasant
pain
in
me
,
For
all
the
world
I
do
defie
,
The
like
felicity
.
Her
thighs
and
belly
soft
and
faire
,
To
me
were
only
shewn
,
To
have
seen
such
meat
,
and
not
to
have
eat
,
Would
have
angred
any
stone
.
4.
Her
knees
lay
upward
gently
bent
,
And
all
lay
hollow
under
,
As
if
on
easie
termes
they
ment
,
To
fall
unforc't
asunder
.
Just
so
the
Cyprian
Queen
did
lye
,
Expecting
in
her
bower
;
When
too
long
stay
,
had
kept
the
boy
,
Beyond
his
promised
houre
.
5.
Dull
clown
,
quoth
she
,
why
dost
delay
Such
proffered
bless
to
take
?
Canst
thou
find
out
no
other
way
Similitude
to
make
?
Mad
with
delight
I
thundering
,
Threw
my
Armes
about
her
,
But
pox
upon
't
't
was
but
a
dream
,
And
so
I
lay
without
her
.
An
answer
,
being
a
dreamed
.
1.
SHe
lay
up
to
the
Navel
bare
,
As
was
a
willing
Lover
,
Expecting
between
hope
and
fear
,
When
I
would
come
and
cover
.
Her
hand
beneath
my
waste-band
slips
,
To
grope
in
busie
wise
,
Which
caused
a
trembling
in
her
lips
,
And
a
shivering
in
her
eyes
.
2.
The
blood
out
of
her
face
did
goe
,
As
it
on
service
went
,
To
second
what
was
gone
before
,
When
all
its
strength
was
spent
.
Her
Cheeks
and
lips
as
Coral
redd
,
Like
Roses
were
full
blown
:
Which
fading
streight
,
the
leaves
were
spread
,
And
so
the
—
comes
down
.
3.
Her
breasts
that
then
both
panting
were
,
Such
comfort
wrought
between
us
,
That
all
the
world
I
dare
to
swear
,
Would
envy
to
have
seen
us
.
Her
belly
and
its
provinder
,
For
me
was
kept
in
store
;
Such
news
to
hear
,
and
not
to
have
share
,
Would
have
made
a
man
a
Whore.
4.
Her
legs
were
girt
about
my
waste
,
My
hand
under
her
Crupper
,
As
who
should
say
now
break
your
face
,
And
come
again
to
supper
.
Even
as
the
God
of
Warre
did
knock
,
As
any
other
man
will
,
For
hast
of
work
,
till
twelve
a
Clock
,
Kept
Vulcan
at
his
Anvil
.
5.
Mad
wag
,
quoth
she
,
why
dost
thou
make
Such
hast
thy self
to
reare
?
Canst
thou
not
know
that
for
thy
sake
,
The
Fair
lasts
all
the
year
?
Quiet
and
calme
as
are
loves
streames
,
I
threw
my self
about
her
,
But
a
pox
upon
true
jests
and
dreames
,
I
had
better
have
laine
without
her
.
A
SONG
.
1.
FUll
forty
times
over
,
I
have
strived
to
win
,
Full
forty
times
over
neglected
have
been
,
But
it
's
forty
to
one
,
but
I
'le
tempt
her
again
:
For
he
's
a
dull
lover
,
That
so
will
give
over
,
Seeing
thus
runs
the
sport
,
Seeing
thus
runs
the
sport
,
And
assault
her
but
often
you
'l
carry
the
fort
,
Seeing
thus
runs
the
sport
,
And
assault
her
but
often
you
'l
carry
the
fort
.
2.
Ther
's
a
breach
ready
made
,
which
still
open
hath
bin
,
And
thousands
of
thoughts
to
betray
it
within
,
If
you
once
come
to
storme
her
,
you
're
sure
to
get
in
.
Then
stand
not
off
coldly
,
But
venter
on
boldly
,
With
weapon
in
hand
,
With
weapon
in
hand
,
If
you
do
but
aproach
her
,
she
's
not
able
to
stand
,
With
weapon
in
hand
.
If
you
charge
her
but
home
she
's
not
able
to
stand
.
3.
Some
Ladies
when
down
them
before
you
do
sit
,
Will
strive
to
repulse
you
with
fire-balls
of
wit
,
But
alas
they
'r
but
Crackers
and
seldome
do
hit
;
Then
vanquish
them
after
,
With
Alarums
of
laughter
,
Their
forces
being
broke
,
Their
forces
being
broke
,
And
the
fire
quite
past
,
you
may
vanquish
the
smoak
,
Their
forces
being
broke
,
And
the
fire
quite
past
,
you
may
vanquish
the
smoak
.
4.
With
pride
and
with
state
some
outworks
we
make
,
And
with
volleys
of
frownes
drive
the
enemy
back
,
If
you
mind
them
discreetly
they
are
easie
to
take
,
Then
to
it
,
nere
fear
them
,
But
boldly
come
neer
them
,
By
working
about
,
By
working
about
,
If
you
once
but
approach
,
they
can
nere
hold
it
out
,
By
working
about
,
If
you
once
but
approach
,
they
can
nere
hold
it
out
,
5.
Some
Ladies
with
blushes
and
modesty
fight
,
And
with
their
own
fear
,
the
rude
foe
doth
affright
But
they
'r
easie
surpriz'd
,
if
you
come
in
the
night
Then
thus
you
must
drive
it
,
To
parley
in
private
,
And
the'yr
overthrown
,
If
you
promise
them
so
fairly
,
they
'l
soon
be
your
your
own
▪
And
the'yr
overthrown
.
If
you
promise
them
so
fairly
,
they
'l
soon
be
your
own
▪
A
SONG
.
WEe
'l
go
no
more
to
Tunbridge
wells
,
The
journey
is
too
farr
,
Nor
ride
in
Epsome
Wagon
where
Where
our
bodies
jumbled
are
.
But
we
will
all
to
the
West-wood
waters
goe
,
The
best
that
ere
you
saw
,
And
we
will
have
them
hence
forth
call'd
The
Kentish
new
found
spaw
.
Then
go
Lords
and
Ladies
what
e're
you
aile
,
Go
thither
all
that
pleases
,
For
it
will
cure
you
without
all
fail
,
Of
old
and
new
diseases
.
●f
you
would
know
how
it
as
out
found
;
The
truth
I
cannot
tell
,
●ome
say
it
was
by
Docter
Trig
,
and
so
became
a
Well
.
Others
affirme
his
patient
,
Which
did
much
pain
indure
,
Went
thither
and
washt
a
festered
sore
,
And
had
a
perfect
cure
.
Then
go
,
&c.
Thither
all
the
Countrey
people
flock
,
By
day
and
eke
by
night
,
And
for
to
fill
their
bottles
full
,
They
scramble
,
scratch
and
fight
.
But
when
the
Gentry
thither
come
▪
And
others
of
good
fashion
,
There
is
is
presented
unto
them
,
A
fine
accommodation
,
Then
go
&c.
Ioans
hole
was
the
first
was
dig'd
,
My
Ladies
was
next
after
,
When
you
are
there
you
'l
hardly
taste
▪
which
is
the
better
water
.
For
it
is
so
that
my
Laidies
hole
,
Is
digged
so
neer
to
Ioane
,
That
and
if
the
people
be
too
rude
,
They
will
break
both
holes
into
one
,
Then
go
&c.
Ladies
there
you
may
your
bodyes
cleanse
,
By
stoole
and
Urine
too
,
'T
will
make
you
have
a
stomack
too
't
,
Whether
you
wil
or
no.
There
you
may
skip
behind
a
bush
,
A
fitting
place
to
finde
,
'T
will
make
you
ope
and
shut
your
purse
,
Before
and
eke
behinde
,
Then
go
&c
,
If
I
should
tell
you
it
would
cure
,
Each
malady
and
grief
,
Perhaps
you
would
be
like
other
men
,
Or
people
past
beliefe
.
Therefore
I
pray
will
you
think
it
fit
,
Go
thither
all
and
try
,
And
when
you
have
approv'd
of
it
,
You
'l
say
as
much
as
I.
Then
go
&c.
Of
banishing
the
Ladies
out
of
Town
.
1.
A
Story
strange
I
will
unfold
,
Then
which
a
sadder
ne're
was
told
,
How
the
Ladies
were
from
London
sent
,
With
mickle
woe
and
discontent
.
2.
●
heart
of
Marble
would
have
bled
,
To
see
this
rout
of
white
and
red
,
Both
Yorke
and
Lancaster
must
fly
,
With
all
their
painted
Monarchy
.
3.
Those
faces
which
men
so
much
prize
,
In
Mrs.
Gibbs
her
Liveries
,
Must
leave
their
false
and
borrowed
hue
,
And
put
on
greif
that
's
onely
true
.
4.
Those
pretty
patches
long
and
round
,
Which
covered
all
that
was
not
sound
;
Must
be
forgotten
at
the
Farmes
,
As
useless
and
suspitious
charmes
.
5.
Now
we
must
leave
all
our
designes
,
That
were
contriv'd
within
the
Lines
;
Communication
is
deny'd
,
If
to
our
Husbands
we
be
tryed
,
6.
And
here
's
the
misery
alone
,
We
must
have
nothing
but
our
own
;
Oh
give
us
Liberty
and
we
VVill
never
aske
propriety
.
7.
Alas
how
can
a
kiss
be
sent
,
From
Rocky
Cornwall
into
Kent
?
Or
how
can
Sussex
stretch
an
arme
,
To
keep
a
Northern
servant
warme
?
8.
Oh
London
!
Centre
of
all
Mirth
,
Th'
Epitome
of
English
Earth
;
All
Provinces
are
in
the
streets
,
And
Warwick-shire
with
Essex
meets
,
9.
Then
farwel
Queen-street
,
and
the
Fields
,
And
Garden
that
such
pleasure
yeilds
,
Oh
who
would
such
faire
Lodgings
change
To
nestle
in
a
plunder'd
grange
.
10.
Farewell
good
places
old
and
new
,
And
Oxford
Kates
once
more
adieu
;
But
it
goes
unto
our
very
hearts
,
To
leave
the
Cheese-cakes
and
the
Tarts
.
11.
Farewell
Bridge-foot
and
Bear
thereby
,
And
those
bald-pates
that
stand
so
high
,
VVe
wish
it
from
our
very
soules
,
That
other
heads
were
on
those
powles
.
12.
But
whether
hands
of
Parliament
,
Or
of
Husbands
we
're
content
,
Since
all
alike
such
Traitors
be
,
both
against
us
and
Monarchy
.
A
SONG
.
1.
LAy
that
sulley
Garland
by
thee
,
Keep
it
for
the
Elyzian
shades
;
Take
my
Wreathes
of
lusty
Ivy
,
Not
of
that
faint
mirtle
made
.
When
I
see
thy
soule
descending
,
To
that
cool
and
sterrill
plaine
Of
fond
fooles
,
the
Lake
attending
,
You
shall
weare
this
wreath
again
,
Then
drink
wine
,
and
know
the
odds
,
'Twixt
that
Lethe
,
'twixt
that
Lethe
,
Twixt
that
Lethe
,
and
the
Gods
2.
●ouse
thy
dull
and
drowsie
spirits
,
●
Behold
the
soule
reviving
streams
,
●hat
stupid
Lovers
brains
inherits
;
●ought
but
dull
and
empty
dreams
.
Think
not
those
dismall
trances
,
With
our
raptures
can
contend
:
The
lad
that
laughs
,
and
sings
,
and
dances
,
May
come
sooner
to
his
end
.
Sadness
may
some
pitty
move
,
Mirth
and
Courage
vanquish
Love.
3.
Fye
then
on
that
cloudy
fore-head
Ope
those
vainly
crossed
armes
,
you
may
as
well
call
back
the
buried
,
As
raise
Love
by
such
dull
charmes
.
Sacrifice
a
Glass
of
Claret
,
To
each
letter
of
her
name
,
Gods
themselves
descend
for
it
,
Mortals
must
do
more
the
same
.
If
she
come
not
in
that
flood
,
Sleep
will
come
,
and
that
's
as
good
.
An
Answer
.
1.
CAst
that
Ivy
Garland
from
thee
,
Leave
it
for
some
ruder
blade
,
Venus
Wreathes
will
best
become
me
,
Not
of
blazing
Bacchus
made
.
When
my
high
flown
soule
ascended
,
To
Loves
bright
and
warmer
sphear
;
Whilst
with
Chaplets
I
'me
attended
,
Then
an
Ivy
bush
shall
weare
.
Sober
Lovers
some
may
prove
,
Mortals
tipple
,
mortals
tipple
,
Gods
doe
love
.
2.
Welcome
merry
melancholly
,
Fancying
beauties
quickning
beames
,
Boone
Companions
will
though
jolly
,
Shrink
in
over
wetting
streames
.
Think
not
that
these
ranting
humors
,
May
with
modesty
contend
;
Lesser
love
toyes
often
doe
more
,
When
they
come
unto
their
end
.
Purenesse
may
some
pitty
move
,
Sober
carriage
charme
a
Love.
3.
Offer
up
a
yoke
of
kisses
,
To
the
Lady
you
adore
,
Iove
for
such
a
bliss
as
this
is
,
Would
come
down
as
heretofore
.
If
this
way
she
can't
be
had
,
Drinking
comes
,
and
that
's
as
bad
.
A
SONG
.
1.
NO
mans
love
firy
passions
can
approve
,
As
either
yeilding
pleasure
&
promotion
,
I
like
of
milde
and
luke-warme
zeale
in
Love
,
Although
I
do
not
like
it
in
devotion
.
2.
For
it
hath
no
choherence
in
my
Creed
,
To
think
that
Lovers
do
as
they
pretend
;
If
all
that
say
they
dye
,
had
died
indeed
,
Sure
long
e're
this
,
the
world
had
had
an
end
▪
3.
Besides
we
need
not
love
unless
we
please
,
No
destiny
can
force
mans
disposition
;
And
how
can
any
dye
of
that
disease
,
Whereof
himself
may
be
his
own
Physitian
▪
4.
Some
one
perhaps
with
long
Consumption
dry'd
And
after
falling
into
love
may
dye
,
But
I
dare
pawn
my
life
,
he
nere
had
died
,
Had
he
been
half
so
sound
at
heart
as
I.
5.
Another
rather
then
incur
the
slander
,
O●
true
Apostate
,
will
false
Martyr
prove
;
But
I
am
neither
Orpheus
nor
Leander
,
He
neither
hang
nor
drown
my self
for
love
.
6.
Yet
I
have
been
a
Lover
by
report
,
And
died
for
Love
,
as
many
others
do
,
But
thanks
to
Iove
,
is
was
in
such
a
sort
,
That
I
reviv'd
within
an
hour
or
two
.
7.
Thus
have
I
liv'd
,
thus
have
I
lov'd
till
now
.
And
know
no
reason
to
repent
me
yet
,
And
whosoever
otherwise
shall
do
,
His
courage
is
as
little
as
his
wit.
A
SONG
.
1.
DEare
Castodoris
let
me
rise
,
Aurora
'gins
to
jeer
me
,
And
say
that
I
do
wantonize
,
I
prethee
sweet
lye
neer
me
.
2.
Let
Red
Aurora
blush
my
deare
,
And
Phoebus
laughing
follow
,
Thou
only
art
Aurora
here
,
Let
me
be
thine
Apollo
.
3.
It
is
to
envy
at
thy
bliss
,
That
they
do
rise
before
us
,
Is
there
such
hurt
in
this
,
or
this
,
Nay
,
aye
,
why
Castadoris
.
4.
What
Arabella
can
one
night
Of
wanton
dalliance
try
you
?
I
could
be
ever
,
if
I
might
,
One
hour
let
me
desire
you
.
5.
Nay
fie
,
you
hurt
me
,
let
me
go
,
If
you
so
roughly
use
me
,
What
can
I
say
,
or
think
of
you
?
I
prethee
sweet
excuse
me
.
6.
Thy
Beauty
and
thy
Love
defend
,
I
should
ungently
move
thee
'T
is
blisses
sweet
that
I
intend
,
It
is
not
I
that
love
thee
?
7.
I
do
confess
it
is
but
then
,
Since
you
do
so
importune
;
That
I
should
once
lie
down
agen
,
Vouchsafe
to
draw
the
Cur●aine
▪
8.
Aurora
and
Apollo
too
,
May
visit
silent
fields
;
By
our
consent
,
they
nere
shall
know
,
What
bliss
our
pleasure
yeilds
.
A
North
Countrey
Song
.
1.
WHen
I'se
came
first
to
London
Town
,
I
wor
a
Novice
as
other
men
are
;
I
thought
the
King
had
liv'd
at
the
Crown
,
And
the
way
to'l
Heaven
had
been
through
the
Starre
.
2.
I
se
set
up
my
Horse
,
and
Ise
went
to
Pouls
,
Good
Lord
quo
I
,
what
a
Kirk
been
here
.
Then
Ise
did
sweare
by
all
Kerson
souls
,
It
wor
a
mile
long
,
or
very
near
.
3.
It
wor
as
high
as
any
Hill
,
A
Hill
,
quo
I
,
nay
as
a
Mountaine
,
Then
went
Ise
up
with
a
very
good
will
,
But
glad
wor
I
to
come
down
again
.
4.
For
as
I
went
up
my
head
roe
round
,
Then
be
it
known
to
all
Kerson
people
,
A
man
is
no
little
way
fro
the
ground
,
When
he
's
o'
th
top
of
all
Poles
steeple
5.
I
se
lay
down
my
hot
,
and
Ise
went
to
pray
,
But
wor
not
this
a
most
pitious
case
,
Afore
I
had
don
it
wor
stolen
away
,
who
'd
have
thought
theevs
had
been
in
that
place
?
6.
Now
for
my
Hot
Ise
made
great
moan
,
A
stander
by
unto
me
said
,
Thou
didst
not
observe
the
Scripture
aright
,
For
thou
mun
a
watcht
,
as
well
as
a
pray'd
7.
Forth
thence
Ise
went
and
I
saw
my
Lord
Major
,
Good
lack
what
a
sight
was
there
to
see
,
My
Lord
and
his
Horse
were
both
of
a
haire
,
I
could
not
tell
which
the
Mare
should
be
.
8.
From
thence
to
Westminster
,
I
went
,
Where
many
a
brave
Lawyer
I
did
see
,
Some
of
them
had
a
bad
intent
,
For
there
my
purss
was
stolne
from
me
.
9.
To
see
the
Tombes
was
my
desire
,
I
went
with
many
brave
fellowes
store
,
I
gave
them
a
penny
that
was
their
hire
,
And
he
's
but
a
fool
that
will
give
any
more
.
10.
Then
through
the
roomes
the
fellow
me
led
,
Where
all
the
sights
were
to
be
seen
,
And
snuffling
told
me
through
the
nose
,
What
formerly
the
name
of
those
had
been
,
11.
Here
lyes
,
quoth
he
,
Henry
the
third
▪
Thou
ly'st
like
a
knave
,
he
saies
never
a
word
,
And
here
lies
Richard
the
second
inter'd
,
And
here
's
stands
good
King
Edwards
Sword.
12.
Under
this
Chair
lyes
Iacobs
stone
,
The
very
same
stone
lyes
under
the
Chaire
,
A
very
good
jest
had
Iacob
but
one
,
How
got
he
so
many
Sons
without
a
paire
?
13.
I
staid
not
there
,
but
down
with
the
tide
I
made
great
hast
,
and
I
went
my
way
;
For
I
was
to
see
the
Lions
beside
,
And
the
Parris-garden
all
in
a
day
.
14.
When
Ise
came
there
,
I
was
in
a
rage
,
I
rayl'd
on
him
that
kept
the
Beares
,
Instead
of
a
Stake
was
suffered
a
Stage
,
And
in
Hunkes
his
house
a
crue
of
Players
.
15.
Then
through
the
Brigg
to
the
Tower
Ise
went
▪
With
much
adoe
Ise
entred
in
,
And
after
a
peny
that
I
had
spent
,
One
with
a
loud
voice
did
thus
begin
.
16.
This
Lion's
the
Kings
,
and
that
is
the
Queens
,
And
this
is
the
Princes
that
stands
hereby
,
With
that
I
went
neer
to
look
in
the
Den.
Cods
body
,
quoth
he
,
why
come
you
so
nigh
.
17.
I
se
made
great
hast
unto
my
Inne
,
I
supt
and
I
went
to
bed
betimes
Ise
slept
,
and
Ise
dream't
what
I
had
seen
,
And
wak't
again
by
Cheapside
Chimes
Several
complexions
.
SHall
I
woe
thee
lovely
Molly
,
She
is
fair
,
fat
,
fine
and
Jolly
,
●t
she
hath
a
trick
of
folly
;
●herefore
I
le
have
none
of
Molly
,
●o
no
no
,
no
no
no
,
I
'le
have
none
of
Molly
,
●o
no
no
no
no.
●hat
say
you
to
pritty
Betty
,
●ave
you
seen
a
Lass
more
pretty
,
●ut
her
browes
are
alwaies
swetty
;
●herefore
I
'le
have
none
of
Betty
,
no
no.
When
I
wooed
the
lovely
Dolly
,
●hen
she
streight
growes
melancholly
,
●
that
wench
is
pestilent
holy
●herefore
I
'le
have
none
of
Dolly
,
no
no.
When
I
kist
my
lovely
Franckey
,
●he
makes
curchie
and
saies
I
thankey
,
But
her
breath
is
to
to
rankey
,
Therefore
I
'le
none
of
Frankey
,
no
no.
●
commend
brave
minded
Barby
,
Shee
'l
stand
me
strike
or
stabby
,
But
her
wrists
are
alwaies
Scabby
,
Therefore
I
will
have
none
of
Barby
,
no
no.
What
say
you
to
pretty
Benny
,
She
thinks
good
silver
is
her
penny
,
For
want
of
use
she
is
senny
,
Therefore
I
will
have
none
of
Benny
,
no
no.
I
could
fancy
pritty
Nanny
,
But
she
has
the
love
of
many
,
And
her self
will
not
love
any
,
Therefore
I
will
have
none
of
Nanny
,
no
no.
In
a
flax
house
I
saw
Rachel
,
As
she
her
flax
and
tow
did
hachel
,
But
her
cheeks
hunge
like
a
Sachel
,
Therefore
I
'le
have
none
of
Rachel
,
no
no.
When
I
met
with
lovely
Nally
,
I
was
bold
with
her
to
dally
,
She
lay
down
ere
I
said
shally
,
Therefore
I
'l
have
none
of
Nally
,
no
no.
O
the
Cherry
lippes
of
Nelly
They
are
smooth
soft
sweet
as
jelly
But
she
has
too
big
a
belly
Therefor
I
'le
have
none
of
Nelly
,
no
no.
Shall
I
court
the
lovely
Siby
For
she
can
finely
dance
the
fy
by
But
her
tongue
is
to
to
clyby
Therefore
I
'le
have
none
of
Siby
,
no
no
,
The
careless
Commander
.
SIng
care
away
let
us
be
glad
,
The
King
is
willing
we
should
dance
●e
is
not
disloyal
that
will
be
sad
,
Or
vext
with
fickel
Chance
,
Boyes
.
●et
others
sit
at
home
and
muse
About
some
state
and
policy
,
Or
haunt
a
broad
for
forraigne
news
;
It
shall
never
trouble
me
,
Boyes
.
What
newes
from
Hollonds
late
arrived
,
What
is
the
state
of
Iermany
;
What
of
the
conclaves
are
contrived
,
It
shall
never
trouble
me
,
Boyes
.
●heard
of
the
King
of
Swedlands
death
,
But
how
he
died
I
did
not
see
;
●nd
how
Portingall
was
bereft
of
breath
That
never
troubled
me
,
Boyes
.
When
life
had
given
the
Palsgrave
over
,
I
knew
it
was
a
thing
should
be
,
●nd
that
Lady
Bessy
should
land
at
dover
,
That
never
troubled
me
,
Boyes
,
Now
where
are
all
the
summs
were
lent
Now
the
last
Royal
subsitty
;
When
we
shall
have
a
Parliament
,
It
shall
never
trouble
me
,
Boyes
.
And
how
our
City
wives
do
love
To
feed
upon
variety
;
When
Maids
of
honour
mothers
prove
,
It
shall
never
trouble
me
,
Boyes
.
What
Country
man
was
George
of
green
Or
when
the
Knight
of
the
Sun
shall
be
;
Married
to
the
Fary
Queen
,
It
shall
never
trouble
me
,
Boyes
.
Who
shall
be
foole
when
Archos
dead
,
Or
who
Lord
Mayor
in
53
I
were
a
foole
it
should
be
said
,
That
that
should
trouble
me
,
Boyes
.
My
prayers
shall
be
long
live
the
King
,
He
's
willing
we
should
merry
be
;
As
long
as
I
can
freely
sing
There
's
nothing
troubles
me
,
Boyes
.
Sometimes
't
is
money
that
I
lack
,
To
pay
my
little
doccious
fee
;
And
to
steepe
my
Careless
braines
in
Sack
,
That
only
troubles
me
,
Boyes
.
A
SONG
.
YOu
talke
of
old
England
but
I
do
believe
,
Old
England's
grown
new
,
&
doth
us
deceive
●'le
ask
you
a
question
,
or
two
by
your
leave
.
And
is
not
Old
England
grown
new
.
Where
are
the
brave
Souldiers
with
wounds
and
,
with
scarres
That
never
made
swearing
nor
drinking
,
their
warres
Nor
never
shed
blood
in
mad
drunken
jarres
And
is
not
&c.
Where
are
the
old
Swords
the
bills
and
the
bowes
,
The
Targets
&
bucklers
that
never
fear'd
blowes
,
Thei
'r
turned
to
stilettoas
and
other
vain
showes
.
And
is
not
&c.
New
Captains
are
come
which
never
did
fight
,
But
with
pott
in
the
day
and
punke
in
the
Night
,
And
all
their
care
is
to
keep
their
Swords
bright
.
And
is
not
&c.
Where
is
the
brave
Courtier
which
now
he
derides
,
With
forty
men
blewcoates
and
footmen
besides
●heir
turn'd
to
six
horses
&
six
good
Cow-hides
.
And
is
not
&c.
They
have
new
fashion'd
beards
and
new
fas●●●on'd
loc●
And
new
fashion'd
hats
for
new
pated
blocks
,
And
more
new
diseases
besides
the
French
po●
And
is
not
&c.
The
Gallants
and
Taylors
are
half
years
togeth●●
To
fit
a
new
suite
to
a
new
Cap
and
feather
,
And
whether
to
make
it
of
Cloath
,
Silke
,
or
Le●
the
And
is
not
&c.
New
tricking
,
new
triming
new
measures
,
ne●
pac●
New
heads
for
our
men
,
for
women
new
faces
And
twenty
new
tricks
to
mend
thir
bad
cases
.
And
is
not
&c.
New
tricks
in
the
Law
,
new
Leases
new
holds
,
New
bodies
we
have
,
we
hope
for
new
soules
,
When
our
money
's
laid
out
for
the
building●
Poule●
And
is
not
&c.
Where
are
the
brave
Clergy
the
true
Churc●
profe●
And
one
only
doctrine
did
ever
protest
,
And
hated
th'Idolotry
of
the
Papest
.
And
is
not
&c.
Indeed
there
are
some
that
take
a
good
course
,
Others
there
be
that
drink
,
whore
and
curse
,
And
many
Arminians
are
those
that
be
worse
.
And
is
not
,
&c.
Le
ts
say
no
more
now
of
old
England
,
New
England
is
where
old
England
did
stand
,
New
furnisht
,
new
traded
,
new
women'd
new
man'd
And
is
not
,
&c.
A
SONG
.
THeir
was
a
Joviall
Pedler
,
And
he
cried
Cony-skins
And
on
his
back
he
bore
a
pack
Wherein
was
points
and
pinns
,
Lases
and
brases
and
many
pretty
things
.
Hay
down
hey
down
.
Hay
down
down
hey
dery
dery
down
.
This
Pedler
never
lines
,
●ut
still
he
cries
so
merry
merrily
,
Maides
have
you
any
Cony-skins
●here
were
two
Ioviall
Sisters
,
●hat
in
one
house
did
dwell
;
●he
one
was
called
bony
Kate
,
●he
other
bouncing
Nell
:
●nd
these
two
fair
maides
●ad
Cony-skines
to
sell
,
hay
down
.
Kate
pul'd
forth
her
Cony-skines
,
From
underneath
the
staires
,
T
was
as
black
as
any
gett
,
And
never
a
Silver
hair
;
The
Pedler
would
have
fingered
it
,
Rather
then
his
eares
,
hay
down
.
Nell
pull'd
forth
her
Cony-skine
Clean
of
another
hue
,
But
t
was
as
good
as
good
may
be
And
that
the
Pedler
knew
,
The
saucy
Jack
threw
down
his
pack
And
forth
his
ware
he
drew
;
Hay
down
.
The
Pedler
he
took
up
his
pack
And
gan
to
go
his
way
,
The
maidens
called
him
back
again
Desiring
him
to
stay
,
For
they
would
show
him
Cony-skines
A
white
one
and
a
gray
,
hay
down
.
I
pray
you
fair
maids
To
take
no
further
care
,
For
when
that
I
come
back
again
I
'le
give
you
ware
for
ware
,
But
you
have
all
at
this
time
That
now
I
can
well
spare
,
hay
down
.
●'re
forty
weeks
were
gon
and
past
,
●he
maides
began
to
say
What
's
come
of
this
Pedler
That
used
here
every
day
,
●fear
he
hath
beguiled
us
●nd
run
another
way
,
hay
down
.
●ut
now
these
faire
maides
●heir
bellies
began
to
swell
,
●nd
where
to
find
the
Pedler
●lack
they
could
not
tell
;
Then
they
wish't
that
all
fair
maides
No
more
Coney-skines
would
sell
,
hay
down
.
Cuckolds
all
arow
.
NOt
long
agoe
as
all
along
I
lay
upon
my
bed
Twixt
sleeping
and
waking
a
toy
came
in
my
head
Which
caused
me
in
mind
to
be
my
meaning
for
to
show
My
skill
and
wit
and
then
I
writ
,
Cuckolds
all
arow
.
My
thought
I
heard
a
man
and
's
wife
as
they
together
lay
Being
quite
void
of
fear
or
strife
,
she
thus
to
hi●
did
say
Quoth
she
sweet
heart
if
thou
wilt
sport
my
lo●●
to
thee
I
'le
sho●
A
pritty
thing
shall
make
thee
sing
,
Cuckolds
&c.
Pease
wife
quoth
he
to
her
again
I
am
shure
tho●
dost
but
jest
Although
I
am
cornuted
plain
,
I
am
no
comm●●
bea●●
Yet
every
womans
like
to
thee
for
ought
that
〈◊〉
do
know
And
every
man
is
like
to
me
,
Cuckolds
all
arow
.
Ther
's
never
a
Lord
nor
Gentleman
,
nor
Citisen
nor
Clown
▪
That
lives
within
the
City
walls
or
in
the
Countrey
Tow●
But
they
may
carry
abroad
with
them
hornesan●
nere
them
blo●●
For
Galants
are
like
other
men
,
Cuckolds
all
aerow●
The
Country
prating
Lawyer
that
gets
the
Dive●
and
al●
And
pleadeth
every
Terme
time
within
Westminster
Hal●
May
have
his
wife
in
the
Country
for
ought
tha●
I
do
know
May
let
his
Cliants
have
a
fee
,
Cuckolds
all
arow
,
The
traidsmen
of
the
City
now
that
sells
by
waite
and
measure
,
Perhaps
may
weare
a
horn'd
brow
for
profit
or
for
pleasure
,
Whilst
they
do
sell
their
wares
begin
that
bears
,
so
brave
a
show
,
Their
wives
may
play
at
in
&
in
,
Cuckolds
all
arow
.
The
Parson
of
the
parish
I
hope
shall
not
go
free
Whilst
he
is
in
his
study
another
man
may
be
,
A
handling
of
his
wife
perhaps
and
do
the
thing
you
know
And
make
him
weare
his
corner
cap
,
Cuckolds
&c.
If
any
one
offended
be
and
think
I
do
them
wrong
In
nameing
of
a
Cuckold
,
in
this
my
merry
Song
,
Let
him
subscribe
his
name
to
me
and
eke
his
dwelling
show
,
And
he
&
I
shall
soon
agree
like
Cuckolds
all
arow
The
long
Vacation
.
NOw
Town-wit
saith
to
witty
freind
,
Transcribe
dear
Rogue
what
thou
hast
pen'd
For
I
one
journey
hold
it
fit
,
To
cry
thee
up
,
to
Countrey
wit
,
Our
Mules
are
come
,
desolve
the
Club
,
The
word
till
Terme
is
,
rub
,
oh
rub
!
Now
gamesters
poor
,
in
Cloak
of
stammel
,
Mounted
on
Steed
as
slow
as
Cammel
;
Bottom
of
Crab
in
luckless
hand
,
Which
serves
for
Bilboe
and
for
Wand
,
Early
int
h
'
morn
doth
sneak
from
Town
,
Lest
Kit
for
rent
should
cease
on
Crown
.
One
single
Crown
which
he
doth
keep
,
When
day
is
done
to
pray
for
sleep
:
For
he
on
Journey
nought
doth
eate
,
Host
spies
him
come
,
cries
Sir
what
meat
?
He
calles
for
Rome
and
down
he
lies
,
Quoth
Host
no
supper
:
he
cries
,
A
pox
on
supper
fling
on
Rug
,
I
'me
sick
,
d'
ee
heare
,
yet
bring
a
Jugg
,
Now
Damsel
yong
that
dwells
in
Cheap
,
For
very
joy
begins
to
leap
:
Her
Elbow
small
she
often
doth
rub
,
Tickl'd
with
hope
of
sully
bub
.
For
Mother
old
that
doth
maintaine
,
Gold
on
thumb
,
Key
on
Silver
chaine
:
In
Snow
white
clout
,
wraps
nook
of
Pie
,
Fat
Capons
rump
,
and
Rabbits
thigh
;
And
saith
to
Hackney
Coachman
go
,
There
's
shillings
six
,
say
I
or
no
:
Whether
quoth
he
?
quoth
she
thy
teame
Must
drive
to
place
where
groweth
Cream
.
But
Husband
Gray
:
now
comes
to
stall
,
And
for
notcht
Prentice
he
doth
,
call
:
Where
's
Dame
quoth
he
,
quoth
Son
of
Shop
,
She
is
gone
her
cake
in
milk
to
sop
.
Oh
oh
to
Islington
,
enough
:
Call
Tom
my
Son
,
and
our
dog
Ruffe
,
For
there
in
pond
through
mire
and
muck
,
Wee
'l
cry
hey
Duck
,
hey
Ruffe
,
hey
Duck.
Now
bawd
by
mortifing
paunch
,
'
Bates
two
stone
weight
on
either
haunch
;
On
Bran
and
Liver
she
must
dine
,
'Cause
no
man
comes
to
solace
Chine
:
For
Bisket
stald
to
fodder
gut
▪
Makes
lye
on
back
the
craving
slut
.
The
needy
whore
bids
roaring
swash
,
That
pines
(
in
whiskers
long
)
fetch
Cash
,
Ther
's
Gown
,
quoth
she
:
and
Martha's
smock
,
And
coat
that
covered
Andrew's
nock
:
Speak
Broaker
faire
,
and
tell
him
,
that
The
next
Termes
tribute
makes
us
fat
.
Now
man
of
warr
that
wanteth
food
,
Growes
Colerick
,
and
sweareth
,
'
Sbloud
He
sendeth
note
to
man
of
kin
,
But
man
leaves
word
,
I
am
not
within
.
He
meets
int
h
'
street
with
freind
call'd
Will
,
And
cries
,
you
Rogue
,
what
living
still
?
But
ere
that
street
they
quite
have
past
,
He
softly
askes
,
what
Money
hast
?
Quoth
freind
a
Crown
:
'
S'heart
Thou
beast
no
more
?
sweet
lend
me
part
.
Now
London
Major
in
Saddle
new
,
Rides
into
faire
of
Bartholmew
:
He
twirles
his
Chain
,
and
looketh
big
,
As
he
would
fright
the
head
of
Pig
:
Which
gaping
lies
on
greasy
stall
,
Till
female
with
huge
belly
call
.
Now
Alderman
in
Field
doth
stand
,
With
foot
on
trig
,
and
quaite
in
hand
.
I
'me
seaven
quoth
he
,
the
game
is
up
,
Nothing
I
pay
,
and
yet
I
sup
.
To
Alderman
,
quoth
neighbours
then
,
I
lost
but
Mutton
,
play'd
for
Hen
;
But
wealthy
blade
cryes
out
,
at
rate
Of
King
thou
ld'st
play
,
let
's
goe
,
't
is
late
.
Now
Levite
that
neer
Bride-well
dock
,
In
old
blind
nook
feeds
silly
flock
:
With
common
course
,
though
spiritual
,
Fit
food
for
blade
that
works
on
stall
:
These
all
with
solemn
Oath
agree
,
To
meet
in
Fields
of
Finsbury
,
With
loynes
in
Canvas
,
Bow-case
ty'd
,
Where
Arrowes
stick
with
mickle
pride
;
With
hat
pin'd
up
,
and
Bow
in
hand
,
All
day
so
fiercely
there
they
stand
,
Like
Ghosts
of
Adam
,
Bell
and
Clim
,
Sol
sets
for
fear
they
'l
shoot
at
him
.
Now
Vaulter
good
,
and
Dauncing
lass
On
Roap
:
and
man
that
cries
hey
toss
,
And
tumbler
young
that
needs
but
stoop
,
Lay
head
to
heel
,
and
creep
through
hoop
;
And
man
that
doth
in
Chest
include
,
Old
Sodom
and
Gomora
lewd
;
And
shews
those
drabs
the
sisters
two
,
That
Lot
debauch'd
,
then
made
him
doe
;
And
Man
that
while
the
Puppets
play
,
Through
nose
expoundeth
what
they
say
:
And
Ape
led
Captive
still
in
chaine
,
Till
he
renounce
the
Pope
and
Spain
.
And
white
Oate
eater
that
doth
dwell
,
In
stable
small
,
at
sign
of
Bell.
That
lifts
up
hoof
to
shew
the
pranks
,
Taught
by
Magician
styled
Bankes
.
These
all
on
hoof
now
trudge
from
town
,
To
cheat
poor
turnup-eating
Clown
.
Now
spinne
Ralph
and
Gregory
small
,
And
short
hair'd
Stephen
,
and
white
fac't
Paul
;
Whose
times
are
out
,
Indentures
torne
,
That
full
seaven
years
taught
them
not
scorn
To
feth
up
Coales
for
maid
to
use
,
Wipe
Mistress
and
children
shoo
's
;
Hire
meager
Steeds
to
ride
and
see
Their
Parents
good
:
who
dwell
as
neer
As
place
cal'd
Peake
in
Derby-shire
;
There
they
alight
,
old
Croanes
are
mild
,
Each
weeps
on
Crag
of
pretty
Child
:
They
portions
give
,
Trades
up
to
set
,
That
babes
may
live
,
serve
God
and
cheat
.
Now
Kit
that
trusts
with
weary
thighs
,
Seeks
Garret
where
small
Poet
lies
:
He
comes
to
room
,
findes
Garret
shut
,
Then
not
with
knuckle
but
with
foot
He
roundly
knocks
:
would
enter
door
,
The
Poet
sleeps
not
,
but
doth
snore
.
Kit
chafes
like
beast
of
Libia
then
,
Sweares
he
'l
not
come
nor
send
agen
.
With
little
lump
trianguler
,
Straight
Poet
sighs
are
heard
a
farr
.
Quoth
he
,
can't
noble
numbers
choose
,
But
walk
on
foot
that
have
no
shooes
?
Then
doth
he
wish
with
fervent
breath
,
As
't
were
his
last
request
ere
death
.
Each
ow'd
a
Bond
,
each
Madrigall
,
A
Lease
from
Haberdashers
Hall
:
Or
else
that
he
deriv'd
had
been
,
From
Cod
of
King
and
nock
of
Queen
,
For
wight
enthroned
cares
,
not
an
Ace
For
Wood-street
freind
,
that
Weeldech
Mace.
Kings
pay
no
scores
but
when
they
list
,
And
treasure
still
hath
cramp
in
fist
.
Now
wight
that
acts
on
stage
of
Bull
,
In
Scullers
barke
doth
lye
at
Hull
:
Which
he
for
pennies
two
doth
rig
,
All
day
on
Thames
to
bob
for
Grig
;
Whilst
Fencer
poor
doth
by
him
stand
,
In
old
dung
Liter
hook
in
hand
.
Between
knees
rod
:
with
Canvas
crib
To
girdle
tyed
,
fast
under
rib
;
Where
wormes
abide
,
that
little
Fish
,
Betray
at
night
to
Earthen
dish
.
●eer
house
of
Lane
by
Temple
Bar
,
Now
man
of
Mace
cares
not
how
far
.
In
s●ockings
blew
)
he
marcheth
on
,
●ith
Velvet
Cape
his
Cloak
upon
,
●n
Girdle
scroule
,
where
name
of
summe
,
●s
written
down
,
which
he
with
thumb
,
●n
shoulder
left
,
must
safe
Convey
,
●
wing
sad
wight
,
with
name
of
Roy.
●oore
Prisoners
freind
that
sees
the
touch
,
Cryes
out
,
by
God
I
thought
as
much
.
Now
Poet
small
to
Globe
doth
run
●nd
vows
to
Heaven
four
acts
are
done
,
Finis
to
bring
he
doth
protest
:
●ells
each
aside
his
part
is
best
:
And
all
to
get
as
Poets
use
,
Minerall
in
pouch
to
comfort
Muse
:
But
stay
,
my
frighted
Muse
is
fled
,
My self
through
fear
crept
under
bed
;
For
just
as
pen
would
scribble
more
,
Fierce
City
Dun
did
rap
at
door
.
A
SONG
.
1.
POx
take
you
Mistris
I
'le
be
gone
,
I
have
freinds
to
wait
upon
;
Think
you
I
'le
my self
confine
,
To
your
humours
(
Lady
mine
.
)
No
,
your
louring
seems
to
say
:
'T
is
a
rainy
drinking
day
,
To
the
Taverne
I
'le
away
.
2.
There
have
I
a
Mistress
got
,
Cloystered
in
a
Pottle
pot
:
Brisk
and
sprightly
as
thine
Eye
,
When
thy
richest
glances
fly
,
Plump
AND
bounding
lively
faire
,
Bucksome
,
soft
and
debonaire
:
And
she
's
call'd
Sack
my
DEARE
.
3.
Sack
's
my
better
Mistriss
farr
,
Sack
my
onely
beauty
starre
;
Whose
rich
beames
,
and
glorious
raie
;
Twinkle
in
each
red
rose
and
face
:
●hould
I
all
her
vertues
show
,
Thou
thy self
wouldst
love-sick
prove
,
AND
shee
'd
prove
thy
Mistress
TOO
,
4.
She
with
no
dartscorne
will
blast
me
,
But
upon
thy
Bed
can
cast
me
;
Yet
nere
blush
her self
too
red
,
Nor
fear
of
loss
of
Maiden-head
:
And
she
can
(
the
truth
to
say
)
Spirits
into
me
convey
,
MORE
then
thou
canst
take
AWAY
.
5.
Getting
kisses
here
's
no
toyle
Here
's
no
Handkerchif
to
spoile
;
Yet
I
better
Nectar
sip
,
Then
dwel
upon
thy
lip
:
And
though
mute
and
still
she
be
,
Quicker
wit
she
brings
to
me
,
THEN
e're
I
could
finde
in
THEE
.
6.
●f
I
go
nere
think
to
see
,
Any
more
a
foole
of
me
;
●'le
no
liberty
up
give
,
Nor
a
Maudlin-like
Love
live
.
No
,
there
's
nought
shall
win
me
to
't
T
is
not
all
thy
smiles
can
do
't
,
Nor
my
Maiden
head
-
to
BOOT
.
7.
Yet
if
thou
'lt
but
take
the
paine
;
TO
be
good
but
once
againe
.
If
one
smile
then
call
me
back
,
THOU
shalt
be
that
Lady
Sack
,
Faith
but
try
and
thou
shalt
see
,
What
a
loving
Soule
I
'le
be
,
WHEN
I
am
Drunk
with
nought
but
thee
.
The
Answer
.
1.
I
Pray
thee
Drunkard
get
thee
gone
,
Thy
Mistresse
Sack
doth
smell
too
strong
:
Think
you
I
intend
to
wed
,
A
sloven
to
be-piss
my
bed
?
No
,
your
staining
mee
's
to
say
,
You
have
been
drinking
all
this
day
,
Goe
,
begon
,
away
away
.
2.
Where
you
have
your
Mistress
Sack
,
Which
hath
already
spoil'd
your
back
,
And
methinks
should
be
to
hot
,
To
be
cloystered
in
a
pot
.
Though
you
say
she
is
so
faire
,
So
lovely
and
so
debonair
,
She
is
but
of
a
yellow
haire
.
3.
●ack's
awhore
which
burnes
like
fire
,
●ack
consumes
and
is
a
dryer
;
And
her
waies
do
onely
tend
To
bring
men
unto
their
end
.
●hould
I
all
her
vices
tell
,
Her
rovings
and
her
swearings
fell
,
●hou
wouldst
dam
her
into
Hell.
4.
●ack
with
no
durt
scornes
will
blast
thee
,
●ut
upon
thy
Bed
still
cast
thee
:
●nd
by
that
impudence
doth
show
,
●hat
no
vertue
she
doth
know
:
●or
she
will
,
the
truth
to
say
,
●hy
body
in
an
hour
decay
,
More
then
I
can
in
a
day
.
5.
●hough
for
kisses
there
's
no
toyle
,
●et
your
body
She
doth
spoile
:
●●pping
Nectar
whilst
you
sit
,
●he
doth
quite
besot
your
wit
:
●hough
she
is
mute
shee
'l
make
you
loud
:
●rawl
and
fight
in
every
crowd
,
●hen
your
reason
she
doth
clould
.
6.
Nor
do
thou
ever
look
to
see
,
Any
more
a
smile
from
me
,
I
'le
no
liberty
,
nor
signe
,
Which
I
truely
may
call
mine
.
No
,
no
slight
shall
win
me
to
't
,
'T
is
not
all
thy
parts
can
do
't
,
Thy
Person
nor
thy
Land
to
boot
.
7.
Yet
if
thou
wilt
take
the
paine
,
To
be
Sober
once
again
,
And
but
make
much
of
my
back
,
I
will
be
in
stead
of
Sack.
Faith
but
try
,
and
thou
shalt
see
,
What
a
loving
Soul
I
'le
be
,
When
thou
art
drunk
with
nought
but
me
.
I
Had
a
Love
and
she
was
chast
,
Ala●k
the
more
's
the
pity
,
But
wot
you
how
my
Love
was
chast
,
She
was
chast
quite
through
the
City
Upon
a
Priest
that
lyes
buried
in
Wells
.
A
Priest
there
was
of
Wellis
,
Where
was
tinkled
a
great
many
Bellies
,
And
in
concordance
,
He
plaid
well
on
the
Organce
:
And
he
was
an
excellent
singer
,
And
in
the
world
not
such
a
ringer
.
A
SONG
.
WHen
Vertue
was
a
Countrey
maid
,
And
had
no
skill
to
●et
up
trade
,
Was
brought
to
Town
by
a
Carriers
jade
,
That
stood
at
rack
and
manger
:
She
took
her
Whiffe
,
she
drank
her
Can
,
The
Pipe
was
nere
out
of
her
span
,
She
married
a
Tobacco
man
,
A
stranger
.
She
set
up
a
Shop
in
Honey
lane
,
Whereto
the
flies
did
flock
amaine
,
Some
flew
from
France
and
some
from
Spaine
,
Brought
by
the
English
Pander
.
But
when
the
Honey
pot
grew
dry
,
And
Winter
came
,
the
Flies
must
dye
:
Her
Husband
he
was
forst
to
flie
From
Flanders
.
A
Scholers
answer
to
one
that
sent
to
borrow
his
Horse
.
RIght
Worshipfull
Frank
,
I
humbly
thee
thank
,
For
the
kindness
received
of
late
,
Ingratitutde
sure
I
cannot
indure
,
'T
is
a
vice
that
I
utterly
hate
.
I
hear
you
provide
a
journey
to
ride
,
If
any
would
lend
you
a
Gennit
.
I
protest
before
God
,
mine
's
all
gone
abroad
,
And
won't
be
at
home
this
sennight
.
But
yet
my
kind
Francis
,
if
that
it
so
chances
,
That
a
Horse
you
needs
must
hire
.
If
your
business
be
hasty
,
I
'le
lend
you
my
Masty
▪
To
carry
you
out
of
the
mire
.
'T
is
a
dainty
fine
cur
,
You
need
not
him
spur
,
If
you
his
conditions
but
knew
,
For
hee
'l
prance
and
hee
'l
gape
,
When
he
carries
my
Ape
,
Much
more
when
he
carries
you
.
A
SONG
.
1.
THere
was
an
old
Lad
,
rode
on
an
old
Pad
,
Unto
an
old
punk
a
woing
;
He
laid
the
old
punk
,
upon
an
old
trunk
,
Oh
there
was
good
old
doing
.
2.
There
was
an
old
maid
,
scarce
sweet
as
they
said
,
In
a
place
I
dare
not
make
mention
,
She
in
an
old
humour
lay
with
a
Perfumer
▪
Oh
there
was
a
sweet
invention
.
3.
The
Punk
and
the
Maid
,
they
swear
&
they
said
,
That
Marriage
was
servillity
;
If
Marry
you
must
,
for
changing
of
Lust
,
Oh
well
fare
a
trick
of
nullity
.
4.
There
was
a
mad
man
did
study
to
frame
●
Device
▪
to
draw
up
a
prespuce
,
She
drew
up
so
narrow
,
a
Car
might
go
through
,
Oh
there
was
a
slender
sluce
.
5.
Her
Earle
did
appoint
her
,
she
said
,
such
a
Joi●●ture
As
was
of
no
vallidity
Above
twise
in
a
Night
,
he
did
her
no
right
,
Oh
there
was
a
strange
frigidity
.
6.
But
when
as
her
Earle
had
another
girle
,
His
wimble
did
pierce
her
flanke
,
His
Nag
prov'd
able
,
by
changing
of
stable
,
Oh
there
was
a
quod
ad
hanc
.
7.
This
dame
was
inspected
,
by
fraud
interjected
▪
held
the
candle
A
maid
of
more
perfection
,
Whom
the
Midwives
did
handle
,
while
the
K
nt
Oh
there
was
a
clear
inspection
.
8.
Now
as
forraign
writers
,
cry
out
of
their
miters
That
allow
this
for
a
virginity
,
And
talke
of
Election
,
and
waul
of
Election
;
Oh
there
was
a
sound
Divinity
.
9.
There
was
a
young
Lord
assumed
on
his
word
,
That
he
would
be
a
Parliament
maker
,
But
see
how
things
alter
,
he
assumed
a
halter
,
Oh
there
was
an
undertaker
,
10.
He
had
a
sweet
freind
,
which
he
did
comend
,
To
the
keeping
of
sweet
Sir
Iarvis
,
They
gave
him
a
Clister
,
made
his
belly
to
bliste●●
Oh
there
was
a
sweet
piece
of
service
.
11.
●his
freind
he
denied
,
and
would
not
abide
,
A
Marrige
that
so
would
shame
us
,
●etween
this
sweet
Matron
,
&
this
grave
Patron
;
Oh
Patron
of
Ignoramus
.
12.
Now
Weston
and
Horn
,
and
Turner
do
turn
,
And
say
that
this
plot
was
fraude
,
These
may
say
their
pleasure
,
some
think
hard
measure
,
Oh
knaves
,
and
Punkes
,
and
Bawds
.
A
SONG
.
THou
Shephard
whose
intentive
eye
,
On
every
Lambe
is
such
a
spie
;
No
willy
foe
can
make
them
less
Where
may
I
find
my
Sheaperdess
.
A
little
pausing
then
said
he
,
How
can
this
Jewel
stay
from
thee
?
●n
Summers
heat
in
winters
cold
,
●
thought
thy
brest
had
been
her
folde
.
It
is
indeed
the
constant
place
,
Wherein
my
thoughts
still
see
her
face
,
And
print
her
Image
in
my
heart
,
But
yet
my
fond
eyes
crave
a
part
.
With
that
he
smiling
said
I
might
,
Of
Cloaris
party
have
a
sight
,
And
some
of
her
perfections
meet
,
In
every
flower
that
's
fresh
and
sweet
.
That
growing
Lilly
weares
her
skin
,
The
Violet
her
blew
veines
within
,
The
Damaske
Rose
now
blown
and
spread
;
Her
sweeter
cheeks
her
lips
as
red
.
The
winds
that
wanton
with
the
Spring
,
Such
Odors
as
her
breathings
bring
But
the
resemblance
of
her
eyes
Was
never
found
beneath
the
skies
.
Her
charming
voice
who
strives
to
fit
His
object
,
must
be
higher
yet
,
For
Heavens
Earth
and
all
we
see
Disperst
collected
is
but
she
.
A
maide
at
this
discourse
methoughts
,
Love
,
both
ambition
in
me
wrought
And
made
me
covet
to
ingross
A
wealth
,
would
prove
a
publick
loss
With
that
I
sighth
,
ashamed
to
see
,
Such
worth
in
her
,
such
want
in
mee
;
Closing
both
mine
eyes
forbid
The
world
my
sight
since
she
was
hid
.
A
Song
.
To
the
Tune
of
Packingtons
Pound
.
1.
MY
masters
and
friends
,
and
good
people
draw
near
,
And
look
to
your
Purses
,
for
that
I
do
say
;
And
though
little
mony
in
them
you
do
wear
,
It
cost
more
to
get
,
than
to
lose
in
a
day
:
You
oft
have
been
told
,
Both
the
young
and
the
old
,
And
bidden
beware
of
the
Cut-purse
so
bold
.
Then
if
you
take
heed
not
,
free
me
from
this
curse
,
Who
both
give
you
warning
for
,
and
the
Cut-purse
;
Youth
,
youth
,
thou
hadst
better
been
sterv'd
by
thy
Nurse
,
Then
live
to
be
hanged
for
cutting
a
purse
.
2.
It
hath
been
upbraided
to
men
of
my
Trade
,
That
oft-times
we
are
the
cause
of
this
crime
,
Alack
and
for
pity
,
why
should
it
be
said
?
As
if
they
regarded
or
places
or
time
:
Examples
have
been
Of
some
that
were
seen
In
Westminster
Hall
,
yea
the
Pleaders
between
▪
Then
why
should
the
Judges
be
free
from
this
curse
,
More
than
my
poor
self
for
cutting
the
purse
?
Youth
,
youth
,
&c.
3.
At
Worcester
't
is
known
well
,
and
even
i'th'Jayl
,
A
Kt.
of
good
worth
did
there
shew
his
face
,
Against
the
frail
sinner
in
rage
for
to
rail
,
And
lost
(
ipso
facto
)
his
purse
in
the
place
;
Nay
ev'n
from
the
seat
Of
Judgment
so
great
,
A
Judge
there
did
lose
a
fair
purse
of
Velvet
;
O
Lord
for
thy
mercy
how
wicked
or
worse
,
Are
those
that
so
venture
their
necks
for
a
purse
!
Youth
,
youth
,
&c.
4.
At
Playes
and
at
Sermons
,
and
at
the
Sessions
,
'T
is
daily
their
practice
such
booty
to
make
;
Yea
under
the
Gallows
,
at
Executions
,
They
stick
not
,
they
stare
about
purses
to
take
;
Nay
one
without
Grace
,
At
a
better
place
,
At
Court
and
in
Christmas
before
the
Kings
face
.
Alack
then
for
pity
,
must
I
bear
the
curse
,
That
onely
belong
to
the
cunning
Cut-purse
?
Youth
,
youth
,
&c.
5.
But
,
O
you
vile
nation
of
Cut-purses
all
,
Relent
and
repent
,
and
amend
and
be
●ound
,
And
know
that
you
ought
not
by
honest
mens
fall
,
To
advance
your
own
fortunes
,
to
dye
above
ground
;
And
though
you
go
gay
,
In
Silks
as
you
may
,
It
is
not
the
high-way
to
Heaven
(
as
they
say
.
)
Repent
then
,
repent
you
,
for
better
,
for
worse
,
And
kiss
not
the
Gallows
for
cutting
a
purse
.
Youth
,
youth
,
thou
hadst
better
been
sterv'd
by
thy
nurse
,
Then
live
to
be
hanged
for
cutting
a
purse
.
To
the
Tune
of
I
wail
in
wo
,
I
plunge
in
pain
:
OR
LABANDOLA
shot
.
Verse
1.
IN
Cheapside
famous
for
Gold
and
Plate
,
Quicksilver
I
did
dwell
of
late
:
I
had
a
master
good
and
kind
,
That
would
have
wrought
me
to
his
mind
;
He
bade
me
still
work
upon
that
,
But
alas
!
I
wrought
I
knew
not
what
:
He
was
a
Touch-stone
black
but
true
,
And
told
me
still
what
would
ensue
;
Yet
wo
is
me
,
I
would
not
learn
,
I
saw
alas
!
but
covld
not
discern
.
Verse
2.
I
cast
my
Coat
and
Cap
away
,
I
went
in
Silks
and
Sattens
gay
;
False
mettal
of
good
manners
I
Did
daily
coyne
unlawfully
.
I
scorn'd
my
master
being
drunk
,
I
kept
my
Gelding
and
my
Punk
,
And
with
a
Knight
,
Sir
Flash
by
name
,
Who
now
is
sorry
for
the
same
.
Verse
3.
Still
Eastward-Hoe
was
all
my
word
,
But
Westward
I
had
no
regard
;
Nor
ever
thought
what
would
come
after
,
As
did
,
alas
!
his
youngest
Daughter
.
At
last
the
black
Oxe
trod
on
my
foot
,
I
saw
then
what
belong'd
unto
't
:
Now
cry
I
,
Touch-stone
,
touch
me
still
,
And
make
me
current
by
thy
skill
.
Verse
4.
O
Manington
thy
stories
show
,
Thou
cut'st
a
Horse
head
off
at
a
blow
,
But
I
confess
I
have
not
the
force
,
For
to
cut
off
the
head
of
a
Horse
.
Yet
I
desire
this
grace
to
win
,
That
I
may
cut
off
the
Horse
head
of
sin
,
And
leave
his
body
in
the
dust
Of
sins
high-way
,
and
bogs
of
lust
:
Whereby
I
may
take
Vertue
's
purse
,
And
live
with
her
for
better
for
worse
.
Verse
5.
Farewel
Cheapside
,
farewel
sweet
Trade
,
Of
Goldsmiths
all
that
never
shall
fade
.
Farewel
dear
Fellow-prentises
all
,
And
be
you
warned
by
my
fall
.
Shun
Usurers
bonds
,
and
Dice
,
and
Drabs
,
Avoid
them
as
you
would
French
scabs
.
Seek
not
to
go
beyond
your
teacher
,
And
cut
your
thongs
unto
your
leather
:
So
shall
you
thrive
by
little
and
little
,
Scape
Tyburn
,
Counters
,
and
the
Spittle
.
A
Song
.
1.
LAdies
here
I
do
present
you
With
a
dainty
dish
of
fruit
,
The
first
it
was
a
Poplin
Pear
,
'T
was
all
the
fruit
the
tree
did
bear
;
You
need
not
pare
it
any
whit
,
But
put
it
all
in
at
a
bit
;
And
being
let
a
while
to
lye
,
'T
will
melt
,
't
will
melt
,
't
will
melt
most
pleasantly
.
2.
The
next
in
order
you
shall
have
A
rich
Potata
and
a
brave
,
Which
being
laid
unto
the
fire
,
God
Cupid
kindles
to
desire
;
For
when
't
is
baste
,
with
little
cost
,
'T
will
baste
it self
when
it
is
rost
;
It
needs
no
sugar
nor
no
spice
,
'T
will
please
a
stomach
nere
so
nice
,
'T
will
make
a
maid
at
midnight
cry
,
It
comes
,
it
comes
,
it
comes
,
it
comes
most
pleasantly
.
3.
The
next
by
lot
as
doth
befall
,
Is
two
handfuls
of
Roundsefals
;
Which
Priamus
the
Garden
god
Made
Venus
eat
within
the
Cod
:
You
must
not
prune
too
much
at
first
,
For
if
you
do
tears
out
will
burst
,
And
being
let
a
while
to
lye
,
'T
will
drop
,
't
will
drop
,
't
will
drop
,
't
will
drop
most
prettily
.
4.
The
best
of
things
in
all
the
land
,
You
shall
have
Mars
his
onely
wand
,
Protecting
of
that
pretty
flower
,
Which
comes
and
goes
in
half
an
hour
,
The
flowers
of
vertue
that
do
grow
,
Because
they
'l
please
all
women
so
:
But
when
Mars
draws
back
his
wand
,
It
lyes
,
it
lyes
,
it
lyes
,
and
cries
,
and
cannot
stand
.
Upon
the
Burning
of
a
Petty
School
.
WHat
heat
of
Learning
kindled
your
desire
You
cursed
sons
to
set
your
house
on
fire
?
VVhat
love
of
honour
in
your
brests
did
turn
Those
sparks
of
fury
into
flames
to
burn
?
Or
was
't
some
higher
cause
?
were
the
hot
gods
Phoebus
and
Vulcan
cold
friends
now
at
ods
?
What
er'e
the
Cause
was
,
surely
ill
was
th'
intent
When
all
the
muses
justly
may
lament
;
But
above
all
for
names
sake
Polyhymy
Bewails
the
downfall
of
that
learned
Chimny
,
Where
you
might
see
without
or
wit
or
sense
Lay
the
sad
ashes
of
an
accidence
.
What
numbers
here
of
Nowns
to
wrack
did
go
,
As
Domus
,
Liber
,
and
as
many
moe
,
In
woful
case
,
no
sex
the
flames
did
spare
Each
gender
in
this
losse
had
common
share
▪
There
might
you
see
the
Rufull
declinations
Of
15.
Pronouns
and
4.
Conjugations
.
Some
Gerunds
Di
,
but
some
Do
overcome
,
And
some
with
heat
and
smoak
are
quite
strook
dumb
.
Supines
lay
gasping
upwards
void
of
fences
,
The
moods
were
mad
to
see
imperfect
tences
,
Adverbs
of
place
threw
down
their
lofty
stories
As
ubi
,
ibi
,
illic
,
intus
,
foris
,
Conjugations
so
disjoyn
as
you
would
wonder
,
No
coupling
scarce
but
it
was
burnt
asunder
.
The
Praepositions
knew
not
where
to
be
,
Each
Interjection
cry'd
Heu
!
woe
is
me
.
For
the
due
joyning
of
the
things
again
A
Neighbour
call'd
qui
mihi
comes
amain
;
Else
sure
the
fire
had
into
flames
so
turn'd
Gods
,
Men
,
Months
,
Rivers
,
Winds
,
and
all
had
burn'd
.
Now
'gan
the
flames
the
Heteroclites
to
number
,
And
poor
supellex
lost
his
plural
number
:
Of
verbs
scarce
had
escaped
one
of
twenty
,
Had
there
not
been
by
chance
As
in
presenti
.
T.
R.
Upon
the
fall
of
VVisbech
Bridge
.
HElpe
help
you
undertakers
all
,
Whose
purses
are
the
stronger
,
Our
bridge
the
falling
sicknesse
hath
,
For
it
can
stand
no
longer
.
And
come
you
cruel
Watermen
,
And
lend
your
help
toth
'
town
,
'
Its
you
I
doubt
that
shot
the
bridge
;
And
so
have
thrown
it
down
.
What
was
the
cause
of
this
mischance
There
is
a
great
confusion
;
I
saw
by
the
water
that
he
was
Of
a
Crazy
constitution
.
Some
say
th'
enlarging
of
the
streames
Strook
up
the
bridges
heels
.
It
was
too
much
strong
water
sure
That
made
him
drunk
and
reel
.
And
some
do
say
,
he
fell
because
His
feet
had
no
good
landing
:
I
rather
think
the
blockhead
fell
For
want
of
understanding
.
Although
our
Country
suffer
losse
And
at
this
downfall
grudges
,
It
was
the
upstart-fluce
that
put
Our
aged
bridge
to
's
Crutches
.
The
Lords
will
have
it
built
again
Much
longer
then
the
other
;
Introth
I
think
it
will
be
long
Ere
we
have
such
another
.
But
who
shall
build
this
stately
piece
There
's
no
man
can
suppose
;
The
Dutch
man
doubts
the
Lords
do
mean
To
make
a
bridge
of
's
nose
.
And
some
do
say
that
Mr.
Day
Will
give
to
it
ten
pound
,
But
he
reply'd
(
by
)
they
lyed
,
He
had
rather
see
them
drown'd
.
But
let
not
Wisbech
be
dismaid
,
Nor
at
this
losse
complain
;
For
though
our
bridge
a
Bankrupt
be
VVe
'll
set
him
up
again
.
T.
R.
Upon
the
fall
of
the
Miter
in
Cambridge
.
LAment
Lament
you
schollers
all
,
Each
wear
his
blackest
gown
;
The
miter
that
upheld
your
wits
,
Is
now
it self
fallen
down
.
The
dismall
fire
on
London
bridge
Can
move
no
heart
of
mine
,
For
that
but
ore
the
water
stood
But
this
stood
ore
the
wine
.
It
needs
must
melt
each
Christians
heart
That
this
sad
newes
but
hears
,
To
see
how
the
poor
hogs-heads
wept
Good
Sack
and
Claret
teares
.
The
zealous
students
of
that
place
Change
of
Religion
fear
,
That
this
mischance
may
soon
bring
in
The
Heresie
of
Beer
.
Unhappy
miter
,
I
would
know
The
cause
of
thy
sad
hap
;
VVas
it
for
making
leggs
too
low
To
Pembrokes
Cardinals
cap
?
Then
know
thy self
,
and
cringe
no
more
,
Since
Popery
went
down
That
cap
should
vaile
to
thee
,
for
now
The
miter's
next
the
Crown
.
Or
was
't
because
our
company
Did
not
frequent
the
Cell
As
we
were
wont
,
to
drown
these
cares
,
Thou
fox'd
thy self
and
fell
?
No
sure
the
Devil
was
adry
And
caus'd
this
fatal
blow
;
'T
was
he
that
made
this
celler
sink
That
he
might
drink
below
;
And
some
do
say
the
Devil
did
it
'Cause
he
would
drink
up
all
,
I
rather
think
the
Pope
was
drunk
And
let
his
miter
fall
.
Poor
Commoners
to
your
great
disgrace
Yout
want
of
skill
acknowledge
To
let
a
Tavern
fall
that
stood
O'
th'
walls
of
your
own
Colledge
.
The
Rose
now
withers
,
Falcon
moults
,
VVhite
Sam
enjoyes
his
wishes
The
Dolphin
now
must
cast
his
Crown
,
VVine
was
not
made
for
fishes
.
This
sign
a
Tavern
best
becomes
,
To
shew
who
loves
it
best
,
The
miter
is
the
onely
sign
,
For
't
is
the
Schollers
crest
.
Thou
Sam
drink
Sack
and
chear
thy self
Be
not
dismay'd
at
all
For
we
will
drink
it
up
again
Though
we
do
catch
the
fall
,
Wee
l
be
thy
workmen
day
and
night
In
spite
of
Bug
bear
Proctors
We
drank
like
Frenchmen
all
before
,
But
now
we
'll
drink
like
Doctors
.
T.
R.
A
match
at
Cock-fighting
.
GOe
you
tame
Gallants
,
you
that
have
the
name
,
And
would
accounted
be
cocks
of
the
game
;
That
have
brave
spurs
to
shew
for
't
,
and
can
crow
,
And
count
all
dunghill
breed
that
cannot
shew
Such
painted
plumes
as
yours
,
that
thinkt
no
vice
With
cock-like
lust
to
tread
your
cockatrice
;
Though
Peacocks
,
Woodcocks
,
Weathercocks
you
be
,
If
y'
are
no
fighting
cocks
y'
are
not
for
me
.
I
of
two
feathered
combatants
will
write
;
He
that
to
'th
life
means
to
express
their
fight
,
Must
make
his
Ink
their
bloud
which
they
did
spill
,
And
from
their
dying
wings
borrow
his
quil
:
No
sooner
was
the
doubtfull
people
set
,
The
matches
made
,
and
all
that
would
had
bet
;
But
straight
the
skilful
Judges
of
the
play
Bring
forth
their
sharp-heel'd
warriours
,
and
they
Were
both
in
linnen
bags
,
as
if
't
was
meet
,
Before
they
die
to
have
had
their
winding
sheet
.
With
that
i'
th'
pit
they
're
put
,
and
when
they
were
Both
on
their
feet
,
the
Norfolk
Chantecleer
Looks
stoutly
on
his
ne're
before
seen
foe
,
And
like
a
challenger
begins
to
crow
,
And
shake
his
wings
,
as
that
he
did
display
His
warlike
colours
,
which
were
black
and
gray
;
Meane
while
the
wary
Wisbech
walks
and
breaths
,
His
active
body
and
in
fury
wreathes
His
comely
crest
,
and
often
looking
down
He
whets
his
angry
beake
upon
the
ground
.
With
that
they
meet
,
not
like
that
coward
breed
Of
Esope
;
these
can
better
fight
then
feed
.
They
scorn
the
dunghil
,
't
is
their
onely
prize
To
dig
for
Pearls
in
each
others
eyes
;
They
fought
so
long
that
it
was
hard
to
know
,
To
'th
skilful
whether
they
did
fight
or
no
;
Had
not
the
bloud
which
died
the
fatal
floor
,
Borne
witnesse
of
it
,
yet
they
fight
the
more
,
As
that
each
wound
were
but
a
spur
to
prick
Their
fury
forward
,
lightning
not
more
quick
Nor
red
then
were
their
eyes
;
't
is
hard
to
know
,
VVhether
it
was
bloud
or
anger
made
them
so
.
And
sure
they
had
been
out
,
had
they
not
stood
More
safe
by
being
fenced
in
with
bloud
:
But
still
they
fight
;
But
now
alas
at
length
,
Although
their
courage
be
full
tyr'd
,
their
strength
And
bloud
began
to
Ebbe
,
you
that
have
seen
A
water
combate
on
the
Sea
between
Two
angry
boyling
billowes
,
how
They
martch
and
meet
,
and
dash
their
curled
brow
,
Swelling
like
graves
,
as
though
they
did
intend
To
intombe
each
other
ere
the
quarrel
end
:
But
when
the
wind
is
down
,
and
blustring
weather
,
They
are
made
friends
,
and
sweetly
run
together
.
Methinks
these
Champions
such
,
their
wind
grown
low
,
And
they
which
leapt
even
now
,
now
scarce
can
go
.
Their
wings
which
lately
at
each
blow
they
clapt
,
As
if
they
did
applaud
themselves
,
they
flap
;
And
having
lost
the
advantage
of
the
heel
,
Drunk
with
each
others
bloud
they
onely
reele
;
From
both
their
eyes
such
drops
of
bloud
did
fall
,
As
if
they
wept
them
for
their
funeral
:
And
yet
they
fain
would
fight
,
they
come
so
neer
As
if
they
meant
into
each
others
eare
,
To
whisper
death
,
and
when
they
cannot
rise
,
They
lie
and
look
blowes
into
each
others
eyes
:
But
now
the
tragick
part
after
the
fight
,
VVhen
Norfolk
cock
had
got
the
best
of
it
,
And
Wisbitch
lay
a
dying
,
so
that
none
Though
sober
but
might
venter
seven
to
one
,
Contracting
like
a
dying
taper
all
His
force
,
as
meaning
with
that
blow
to
fall
,
He
struggles
up
,
and
having
taken
winde
,
Ventures
a
blow
and
strikes
the
other
blind
.
And
now
poor
Norfolk
having
lost
his
eyes
,
Fights
onely
guided
by
antipathies
;
VVith
him
(
alas
)
the
Proverb
holds
too
true
,
The
blowes
his
eyes
nere
saw
his
heart
must
rue
:
At
length
by
chance
,
he
stumbling
on
his
foe
,
Not
having
any
strength
to
deal
a
blow
;
He
falls
upon
him
with
a
wounded
head
,
And
made
the
conquerours
wings
his
feather
bed
:
VVhere
lying
sick
,
his
friends
were
very
chary
Of
him
,
and
fetcht
in
haste
the'
apothecary
:
But
still
in
vain
,
his
body
doth
so
blister
,
That
it
s
not
capable
of
any
glister
;
Wherefore
at
last
opening
his
fainting
bill
,
He
call'd
a
Scrivener
,
and
thus
made
his
Will.
Inprimis
.
Let
it
never
be
forgot
,
My
body
freely
I
bequeath
to
th'pot
,
Decently
to
be
boild
,
and
for
its
Tomb
,
Let
it
be
buried
in
some
hungry
womb
.
Item
.
Executor
I
will
have
none
,
But
he
that
on
my
side
laid
seven
to
one
:
And
like
a
Gentleman
that
he
may
live
,
To
him
and
to
my
heirs
my
Comb
I
give
;
Together
with
my
brains
,
that
all
may
know
That
oftentimes
his
brains
do
use
to
crow
.
Item
.
It
s
my
will
to
those
weaker
ones
,
Whose
wives
complain
of
them
,
I
give
my
stones
.
To
him
that
's
dull
I
do
my
spurs
impart
,
And
to
the
Coward
I
bequeath
my
heart
:
To
Ladies
that
are
light
it
is
my
will
,
My
feathers
should
be
given
;
and
for
my
bill
,
I
'de
give
to'a
Taylor
,
but
it
s
so
short
,
That
I
'm
afraid
he
'l
rather
curse
me
for
't
.
And
for
the
worthy
Doctors
,
they
who
meant
To
give
me
a
Glister
,
let
my
Rump
be
sent
:
Lastly
,
because
I
feel
my
life
decay
,
I
yield
and
give
to
Wisbech
cock
the
day
.
T.
R.
CLear
is
the
air
,
and
the
morning
is
fair
Fellow
Huntsman
come
wind
your
horn
;
Sweet
is
the
breath
,
and
fresh
is
the
earth
,
That
does
melt
the
rinde
from
the
thorn
:
The
flowers
wax
bright
with
Apollo's
light
,
Newly
sprung
from
the
Ocaean
Queen
;
Where
on
a
forrest
plain
,
may
be
seen
a
brave
game
,
Right
fit
of
a
Prince
to
be
seen
.
Fourteen
couple
truly
counted
,
of
hounds
both
good
and
trusty
,
And
a
troop
of
horsemen
bravely
mounted
of
coursers
swift
and
lusty
:
Of
Huntsmen
so
right
,
that
clear
were
of
sight
,
to
shew
the
delight
,
the
delight
,
So
hoe
,
hoe
;
so
hoe
,
&c.
there
she
sits
.
Then
Coridon
was
frighted
,
his
lambs
they
were
so
parted
,
To
hear
how
they
did
shout
,
they
hollow'd
,
and
they
hoopt
,
—
Whilst
Wat
before
them
started
.
With
halloe
,
halloe
,
halloe
,
halloe
,
halloe
,
halloe
,
with
a
halloe
,
cryed
the
louder
;
The
earth
ne're
bare
a
braver
Hare
,
that
ran
more
strong
and
prouder
.
Swift
as
a
Roe
she
fairly
hunts
o're
mountains
,
hills
and
dales
,
O're
meadows
,
pastures
,
and
o're
fields
,
over
layes
and
under
rayles
;
And
then
unto
the
hunt
she
gets
,
she
winds
the
furrs
and
Plain
,
And
here
and
there
she
runs
six
miles
before
she
turns
again
.
There
might
you
see
proud
Strawberry
run
foaming
hard
to
hold
,
And
Peggabrigge
with
all
her
tricks
,
't
is
pity
she
e're
was
old
:
Robin-red-breast
and
Shotten-herring
amidst
the
jovial
crew
,
Did
top
the
hounds
upon
the
Downs
whilst
Wat
was
in
their
view
.
Hark
how
the
hounds
,
&
the
horns
&
the
horns
.
&
the
hounds
,
&
the
huntsmen
loud
do
hollow
,
Whilst
Wat
with
nimble
feet
doth
trip
o're
the
Downs
,
o're
the
Downs
,
in
all
her
follow
:
But
Wat
at
the
length
shew'd
them
such
a
trick
,
That
she
made
them
all
to
stand
and
to
stick
,
And
to
cry
,
Ioler
,
Ioler
,
so
hoe
,
&c.
Ioler
there
.
So
many
men
so
many
minds
,
so
many
dogs
so
many
kinds
:
Some
stood
staring
at
the
head
,
and
some
said
she
was
forward
fled
:
But
one
amongst
them
all
,
of
judgment
small
,
In
faith
he
knew
that
she
was
dead
;
For
a
shepherd
crost
the
fields
with
his
dog
at
his
heels
,
That
swore
guds-nigs
her
bloud
was
spilt
.
Iuno
then
came
back
again
,
and
compasse
wide
did
go-a
,
To
see
if
she
could
hit
,
and
sit
in
the
lands
that
lay
below-a
,
There
she
try'd
,
and
out
she
cry'd
with
mouth
full
deep
and
sweet-a
,
Which
made
them
all
on
her
to
call
,
whilst
Wat
away
did
creep-a
,
Hark
there
Iuno
,
Iuno
,
so
ho
,
so
ho
,
&c.
Iuno
there
.
See
,
see
,
see
where
she
goes
,
how
she
turns
over
,
Iuno
and
Iupiter
,
Tinker
and
Troler
,
Sing-well
and
Merry-boy
,
Captain
and
Cryer
,
Gingwell
and
Gingle-bell
,
Fair-maid
and
Frier
,
Beauty
and
Bonny-lass
,
Tanner
and
Trouncer
,
Fomer
and
Forrester
,
Bomer
and
Bouncer
,
Gander
and
Gondemore
,
Ioler
and
Iumper
,
Tarquine
and
Tamberlain
,
Thunder
and
Thumper
.
Over
the
mountains
,
and
under
the
vales
,
Over
the
fountains
,
and
under
the
rails
,
Through
the
woods
that
are
the
thickest
,
Which
the
Silvans
obey
,
O're
the
dikes
that
are
the
deepest
,
Puss
will
find
out
the
way
.
But
Wat
grew
faint
and
spent
well
nigh
,
A
little
ease
for
charity
.
Stop
the
dogs
,
stay
the
hounds
,
give
her
more
breath
,
We
will
see
all
her
tricks
before
her
death
.
But
Wat
grew
faint
and
could
no
longer
run
,
Her
strength
was
spent
,
her
life
was
almost
done
;
And
sitting
down
she
sighing
seem'd
to
say
,
Those
whom
I
trusted
did
my
trust
betray
.
On
the
praise
of
Fat
Men.
LO
,
precious
Rules
are
here
made
common
,
For
health
of
either
man
or
woman
.
If
thou
fat
mortal
fain
wouldst
be
,
With
cheeks
so
plump
for
eyes
to
see
:
Know
feeding
hard
,
and
drinking
much
,
With
sleeping
long
,
will
make
you
such
.
Cram
thou
until
thou
fartst
at
table
,
'T
will
make
thee
fat
as
Jade
i'
th'
stable
.
If
thou
thy
Buttocks
would
have
spread
,
Sit
long
after
thou
hast
well
fed
;
'T
will
make
the
Hanches
large
to
grow
,
Through
gown
or
breeches
making
show
.
If
thou
thy
flesh
wilt
hold
together
,
Walk
not
though
it
be
fair
weather
;
All
exercise
forbear
,
for
that
But
wastes
and
melts
away
the
fat
.
You
see
when
Bores
for
Brawn
we
feed
,
That
they
're
pend
up
in
stigh
indeed
.
Which
makes
their
fat
more
firm
and
hard
,
Than
is
the
greatest
Bacon
lard
:
So
you
the
Dining-room
may
keep
,
To
eat
and
drink
in
,
shire
and
sleep
.
Your
wiser
Germans
sit
at
meals
So
long
till
it
runs
down
their
heels
,
Nor
do
they
think
it
any
scorn
,
For
what
o'reflows
,
their
rooms
adorn
.
In
camp
you
may
find
out
his
tent
From
other
Nations
by
the
sent
;
For
there
the
Pakings
up
of
Rennish
,
Disturbs
no
stomach
that
is
squemish
.
To
eat
and
drink
,
to
shire
and
spue
,
Is
custom
old
,
no
fashion
new
.
Your
pills
and
potions
are
poor
things
To
those
more
natural
scowerings
;
To
see
a
mortal
with
large
pode
Disburden
Colon
of
his
load
;
Or
see
one
which
eat
apple-pye
,
Till
she
hath
need
to
let
it
flye
,
Doth
shew
that
all
is
right
within
,
That
sends
forth
pudding
without
skin
,
These
are
the
natural
conies
that
shew
The
feeding
bodies
ebbe
and
flow
.
For
in
the
microcosm
we
All
changes
of
the
great
world
see
,
Let
hungry
wight
forbear
a
meal
,
It
makes
him
look
like
slinked
Veal
;
His
belly
thinks
his
throat
is
cut
,
And
cramp
begins
to
wring
his
gut
;
He
looketh
blew
under
the
eyes
,
And
guts
do
wolf-like
trade
that
lies
In
watry
dike
in
Springs
beginning
;
Then
have
a
care
of
empty
sinning
;
You
never
shall
answer
half
so
much
To
fill
,
as
he
shall
that
doth
grutch
To
stuff
his
chitterlings
so
well
,
That
they
no
tales
of
fasting
tell
.
I
heard
rich
mortal
had
a
pig
A
present
sent
to
him
so
big
That
he
to
eat
it
was
unwilling
,
But
strived
to
sell
it
for
five
shilling
,
The
pig
was
sent
him
with
the
taile
,
But
in
the
market
that
must
fail
,
For
there
the
mortal
would
not
send
it
But
in
his
family
would
spend
it
;
But
bad
his
man
to
have
a
care
To
sel
't
where
he
might
have
his
share
.
The
body
of
the
pig
was
sold
But
powdring
tub
the
tail
did
hold
;
The
powdring
tub
which
had
not
seen
So
much
as
rump
of
goose
so
green
In
twice
ten
year
(
tub
true
to
say
)
Would
well
have
serv'd
late
priests
to
pray
,
Such
as
from
Coblers
stalls
have
crept
,
And
in
obedience
Sisters
kept
.
Their
members
all
with
due
are
spred
To
rub
and
chafe
when
they
're
in
bed
.
For
after
exercise
in
tub
Their
sisters
cause
their
Priests
to
rub
That
they
their
teachers
might
restore
For
doctrine
given
in
before
.
But
leaving
brother
to
expound
Dark
place
and
mystery
profound
,
I
now
intend
to
bend
discourse
To
mortal
fat
as
pampred
horse
.
They
commonly
that
are
so
fat
No
parents
are
of
wicked
plot
.
Alas
they
onely
do
take
care
To
keep
their
ribs
from
being
bare
,
And
that
is
done
by
exercise
Of
little
bones
beneath
their
eyes
,
Bones
that
will
trundle
a
whole
mile
VVhile
all
the
body
rests
the
while
;
Yet
we
have
fools
within
our
Nation
Let
strangers
pull
them
out
for
fashion
,
Bones
unto
men
of
precious
use
,
That
squeeze
all
fat
,
all
ripe
to
juyce
,
That
man
that
truly
loves
his
belly
,
To
part
with
them
is
loth
I
tell
ye
;
He
doth
as
highly
prize
those
bones
,
As
Ladies
do
those
precious
stones
VVhich
nature
made
not
to
adorn
her
So
much
as
please
her
in
a
corner
.
These
bones
in
English
have
name
VVhich
mounsieurs
raised
have
to
fame
.
A
single
one
is
called
a
tooth
From
whence
tooth-drawer
comes
forsooth
.
But
of
tooth-drawers
pray
know
this
The
French
the
most
esteemed
is
;
He
doth
as
much
by
touch
of
finger
As
figures
do
for
figure
flinger
.
But
all
the
learned
know
that
they
Do
but
pretend
to
what
they
say
.
Your
French-Tooth-drawer
if
you
observe
Looks
as
if
he
himself
did
sterve
To
fat
his
horse
,
which
drew
as
much
As
mounsiers
self
doth
by
the
touch
;
For
mounsiers
horse
whose
hoofes
are
horns
While
he
cures
Teeth
the
Jade
cures
Cornes
.
I
see
a
Porter
who
stood
by
To
see
mounsier
draw's
mouth
awry
And
pull
from
well-grown
Butchers
gum
A
hollow
Tooth
bigger
then
's
thumb
;
A
Tooth
I
le
warrant
in
time
hath
ground
Of
fly-blown
beef
,
many
a
pound
;
A
Tooth
had
some
well-minded
Glutton
But
such
a
phang
he
'd
tue
the
mutton
;
Porter
that
stood
this
sight
to
see
Had
come
on
too
most
certainly
,
The
mounsiers
horse
as
if
jade
knew
The
malady
which
on
toe
grew
,
Removed
his
foot
and
set
it
down
Upon
the
toe
of
gazing
clown
;
Porter
at
tread
of
horse
did
squeak
,
But
jade
had
gin
his
corn
at
tweak
.
Just
as
the
Butchers
money
paid
,
The
Porters
cure
of
corn
was
made
;
He
needs
must
be
rid
of
his
corn
,
For
toe
from
his
foot
was
torn
.
When
Porter
begins
to
complain
,
Mounsier
to
spur
his
horse
was
fain
,
So
rides
away
,
sans
all
remorse
,
Bidding
the
Porter
kisse
his
arse
.
Porter
was
lame
,
and
could
not
follow
,
But
aloud
begins
to
hollow
;
But
we
leave
Porter
for
to
howle
,
Till
we
return
to
our
fat
soul
;
For
this
is
quite
against
profession
Of
mine
to
make
so
large
digression
.
But
now
,
for
rules
before
we
eat
,
And
how
to
chuse
right
battning
meat
,
For
spoon-meat
,
barly-broth
and
jelly
,
Very
good
is
for
the
belly
.
For
mornings
draught
your
north-down-ale
Will
make
you
oylely
as
a
Whale
;
But
he
that
will
not
out
flesh
wit
Must
at
the
good
Canary
sit
;
For
't
is
a
saying
very
fine
Give
me
the
fat
mans
wit
in
wine
:
For
he
's
as
merry
as
wean'ling
Pig
That
to
the
Hoggs-trough
dances
Jig
.
Your
beef
,
your
pork
,
your
veal
,
your
mutton
So
it
be
good
as
knife
ere
cut
on
;
Your
pigs
,
your
capons
,
turkies
,
conies
,
Your
feeding
wight
thinks
worth
his
monies
;
But
he
whose
longings
to
grow
thicker
,
Must
mingle
with
good
meat
good
liquor
.
Your
Brawn
washt
down
with
muskadine
,
Will
make
your
cheeks
look
plump
and
fine
;
If
you
would
have
a
double
chin
Drink
no
small
beer
,
for
that
's
too
thin
:
For
he
that
means
to
feed
his
chops
high
,
Apt
is
to
fall
into
a
Dropsie
.
Therefore
your
high
rich
wines
are
fit
T'
augment
the
flesh
and
help
the
wit
:
'T
will
make
the
buttocks
firm
as
brawn
,
And
skin
as
pure
white
as
Lawne
.
Turn
haunches
up
with
Lady
fine
,
And
thy
fat
arse
shall
hers
out-shine
.
Feeding
and
drinking
,
smooths
the
skin
,
And
makes
the
plump
one
moist
within
.
VVho
feeds
at
Vespers
and
at
Mattins
Their
skins
as
smooth
and
white
as
Sattins
Nere
dyed
;
but
we
and
from
the
pure
Silk
Of
the
dead
worm
(
whiter
)
then
Milk.
As
I
of
feeding
much
do
treat
,
So
rules
I
render
after
meat
.
VVhen
thou
from
a
full
meal
dost
rise
,
Scummer
and
Urine
if
tho'rt
wise
:
Then
pipe
of
right
Varinas
take
,
For
that
doth
swift
digestion
make
.
Then
seat
thy self
in
a
great
chair
,
And
thing
call'd
tatling
do
forbear
;
So
shall
you
fall
into
sweet
nap
,
Shall
ease
the
burthen
of
your
lap
:
That
you
no
sooner
shall
awake
,
But
you
another
meal
may
take
;
Or
have
at
least
when
you
do
rise
Passage
for
dung
between
your
thighs
.
Another
precious
rule
scarce
thought
on
By
no
means
here
must
be
forgotten
;
All
vermine
which
in
bed
doth
creep
,
From
thighs
and
privy
members
keep
;
For
rhey
are
creatures
break
the
rest
,
And
make
men
sleep
when
they
should
feast
;
Leaving
untoucht
a
wholesome
cony
,
Which
sweeter
is
to
man
then
money
.
Take
woman
fat
,
with
a
black
hair
,
With
colour
red
,
and
skin
that
's
fair
;
And
turn
her
up
,
and
you
shall
see
Such
a
strong
contrariety
,
Of
her
white
thigh
and
curled
black
,
That
bordereth
about
her
knack
Shall
please
the
skilful
eye
to
see
Of
hues
,
such
rare
variety
;
For
there
is
black
,
and
blew
,
and
white
,
Ordained
for
young
mans
delight
.
I
could
speak
more
in
praise
of
these
Strong
harbours
for
fat
crabs
and
fleas
;
But
I
must
turn
and
wind
my
story
To
those
by
feeding
gain
their
glory
.
And
now
should
I
all
wild
fowle
name
,
That
adde
to
lusty
manchers
frame
;
I
dazle
should
the
readers
eye
To
view
the
name
of
fowle
that
fly
;
I
will
not
write
of
Hern
or
Bittern
VVhose
claw
transcends
goose-quill
or
sittern
;
Nor
of
the
partridge
,
nor
the
pheasant
,
Meat
scarcely
known
to
chops
of
peasant
;
Nor
of
the
woodcock
,
nor
the
widgeon
,
Nor
the
often
billing
pigeon
.
Nor
of
the
lark
,
nor
the
cock-sparrow
Whose
mettle
melts
away
his
marrow
.
I
shall
want
room
to
write
of
fish
,
Which
often
is
the
fat
mans
dish
;
Of
which
the
sturgeon
and
the
oyster
That
moveth
holy
Nun
in
Cloyster
,
And
maketh
ofttimes
aged
Fryar
A
little
of
that
same
desire
.
Oysters
are
of
strong
operation
,
Known
to
both
Sexes
of
our
Nation
;
They
're
fishes
of
such
rare
perfection
,
That
they
in
flesh
make
an
erection
;
And
give
to
mouths
want
teeth
such
strength
That
they
'le
devour
a
whole
yards
length
;
Such
is
keen
appetite
of
nick
,
Although
it
be
a
handfull
thick
.
I
must
not
dwell
on
watry
theame
,
For
fear
I
'm
thought
too
full
of
phlegme
:
But
now
I
something
have
to
say
,
Of
food
that
helps
natures
decay
;
Of
which
the
food
springs
from
the
earth
Sutes
best
to
those
of
humane
birth
.
In
Indies
Eastern
occident
,
There
's
fruits
that
give
the
taste
content
.
Some
that
have
travelled
speak
of
Planton
,
It
makes
men
lusty
,
women
wonton
:
But
I
believe
our
English
skerrit
To
man
or
woman
adds
more
spirit
.
But
this
is
clearly
my
opinion
,
There
breeds
more
sperme
of
leek
and
onion
;
Some
windy
roots
we
have
that
swell
The
belly
much
,
helps
nere
a
dell
To
procreation
,
but
they
We
mean
to
cast
out
of
our
way
:
Of
which
the
turnip
and
the
carot
Will
make
some
speak
like
Jay
or
Parrot
.
It
was
the
judgement
of
wi●e
Cato
,
That
Parsnip
did
transcend
Potato
;
He
swears
that
Parsnip
more
doth
merit
Then
the
aringo
or
the
skerit
:
And
yet
the
aringo
we
do
see
Our
Ladies
much
perpetually
,
Which
out
of
fellow-feeling
they
,
Do
to
resist
,
and
to
obey
.
Iohannes
de
temporibus
Who
liv'd
as
long
as
three
of
us
;
His
dyet
much
was
on
the
Parsnip
,
And
he
did
love
to
give
white
arsnip
:
In
commendations
of
that
root
,
Said
it
made
him
ofttimes
go
tot
.
A
modern
writer
,
to
the
glory
Of
this
brave
root
tells
this
true
story
;
Which
if
our
Ladyes
will
not
eat
,
Will
serve
to
do
another
feat
.
The
story
was
of
a
swart
Spanyard
Who
seldom
had
a
pendent
whinyard
;
But
every
night
did
claper-claw
His
wife
,
that
she
was
almost
raw
;
She
was
so
sore
and
full
of
pain
,
That
she
was
forced
to
complain
.
The
learned
Judges
of
the
Land
Desir'd
to
take
each
thing
in
hand
:
But
when
the
Judges
understood
,
The
matter
was
of
flesh
and
bloud
;
They
for
the
learned
Doctors
call
,
Who
straight
appear'd
in
place
call'd
Hall
:
Woman
that
brought
her
husband
thither
,
And
was
sore
in
mouth
call'd
nether
Did
blush
to
see
the
man
in
gown
,
Fearing
the
tale
would
through
the
town
;
Which
shortly
afterwards
it
did
,
For
which
the
woman
oft
was
chid
.
The
Doctors
gravely
,
and
in
quiet
,
Ask't
him
of
his
usual
dyet
:
He
told
them
Parsnips
was
the
meat
VVhich
he
most
usually
did
eat
;
By
which
conjectur'd
't
is
by
all
,
No
root
is
more
spermatical
.
But
now
to
ease
his
sore
wives
pain
,
A
month
these
roots
he
must
refrain
;
VVhich
willingly
my
stout
Don
did
,
And
changing
food
lay
still
in
bed
:
But
she
before
the
month
had
end
Presented
Parsnips
to
her
friend
;
And
then
he
fell
to
wonted
work
As
feirce
as
a
broad
shouldred
Turk
.
Since
Parsnips
such
a
batning
thing
That
makes
both
man
and
woman
cling
,
And
stick
as
fast
to
one
another
As
glued
boards
,
why
then
plump
brother
Eschew
not
this
so
lusty
food
,
Which
both
for
flesh
and
pleasures
good
.
Some
slight
the
valour
of
the
fat
,
And
say
they
're
good
for
nought
but
chat
:
But
I
a
story
will
unfold
,
Shall
speak
them
hardy
,
stout
and
bold
.
Fat
mortal
into
market
comes
,
And
spyed
fat
Eeles
would
oyle
his
gumms
;
Then
straight
he
hath
a
longing
wish
,
To
have
those
fat
Eeles
in
his
dish
.
So
to
the
greesie
wife
that
sold
'um
,
And
on
her
short
fat
knees
did
hold
'um
:
He
askt
the
price
with
greedy
sense
,
She
gripple
wench
said
Eighteen
pence
:
He
in
derision
offered
three
;
So
quarrel
'tween
them
grew
to
be
.
The
peremptory
Jade
did
rail
,
Her
words
did
bruise
like
blows
of
flail
;
But
Pothecary
having
mettle
,
Removed
her
arse
from
off
the
settle
:
And
made
the
whore
that
sold
the
Eele
,
The
wait
of
hand
on
bare
arse
feel
;
For
he
in
market
call'd
Cheapside
,
Smote
her
blind
face
,
sans
nose
,
mouth-wide
Belong'd
to
those
unwashed
cheeks
,
Where
gardner
might
have
planted
leeks
:
But
one
thing
more
vexs
Pothecary
,
To
see
the
Fish-wives
arse
so
hairy
.
But
having
thus
his
business
done
,
Set
down
,
the
scold
away
did
run
:
She
to
revenge
this
foul
disgrace
,
Runs
scolding
after
him
apace
.
Poor
man
afrighted
with
the
din
,
Beshit
himself
for
fear
of
quean
.
The
lane
was
narrow
where
he
went
,
He
stunck
like
alderman
in
tent
;
The
jade
which
seldom
us'd
to
smell
,
But
what
from
her
own
bunghole
fell
;
Left
off
the
chace
,
it
was
so
strong
,
And
so
returned
with
the
wrong
.
And
so
I
leave
her
to
the
scorn
Of
those
at
Bilingsgate
,
duckt
each
morn
;
This
for
Land-service
,
which
doth
show
Fat
men
their
teeth
for
valour
owe.
Now
for
their
sea
,
of
which
I
'le
speak
,
What
shall
not
shew
their
valour
weak
;
As
horses
in
storm
a
ship
doth
poise
,
By
his
resisting
waves
that
rise
;
Let
no
fond
man
the
truth
deride
,
For
horse
doth
make
to
th'
rising
side
:
So
fat
mans
bunghole
being
open
,
Keeps
saylors
all
from
being
a
slopen
.
He
stench
abundant
forth
doth
send
,
Making
each
boy
stand
to
ropes
end
;
By
which
we
finde
it
requisite
Fat
men
aboard
in
storm
do
shite
.
He
that
at
fun
le
ts
out
a
peck
Is
a
prime
man
to
scoure
a
deck
:
Now
for
your
female
valour
I
Some
rare
examples
shall
descry
.
Let
us
look
ore
the
water
there
,
Where
guts
are
carryed
to
the
bear
:
I
mean
that
London
spoyling
burrough
,
Which
you
to
Kent
must
ride
clean
thorough
Those
that
so
treacherously
let
in
Such
mortals
as
make
wealth
a
sin
;
Which
for
their
service
late
so
rare
,
Shall
have
an
asse
for
their
new
mayor
;
But
for
the
masters
of
their
state
In
this
discourse
,
I
'le
not
relate
:
The
wenches
with
broad
haunches
I
Intend
in
this
place
to
descry
;
Such
whose
large
podes
do
roar
as
loud
As
wind
doth
in
a
tall
ships
shroud
;
Their
blasts
are
such
as
you
with
wonder
,
If
not
beheld
,
would
swear
were
thunder
.
But
when
they
rain
and
blow
together
,
You
never
heard
such
stormy
weather
;
Such
as
will
fright
the
wondering
sense
,
And
to
the
Nasus
give
offence
.
For
like
the
touchhole
of
a
gun
,
The
sents
perfumed
from
the
sun
:
This
for
the
virtue
;
now
the
trade
Of
these
sweet
wives
so
roundly
made
;
Your
neat
panch
clenser
is
a
woman
That
spreadeth
in
the
haunch
most
common
.
Your
neat
panch
clenser
is
t●ipe-boyler
,
Which
trade
is
a
great
finger-foyler
.
But
these
large
wives
with
hubergums
,
Their
tongues
with
railing
bruise
their
gums
;
And
bones
of
armes
in
skin
do
rattle
,
When
with
their
wenches
they
have
battle
:
I
could
more
instances
recite
Of
womens
valour
when
they
fight
,
But
now
I
mean
to
leave
the
theam
,
Of
choler
mixt
with
dirty
fleam
.
Repeating
something
of
fat
Squire
,
Who
alwayes
shites
when
he
's
in
ire
.
The
Officer
of
our
wise
Ward
,
Fat
as
a
Bear
or
the
Bearward
,
Which
if
you
name
but
the
word
fight
,
Immediately
it
makes
him
shite
.
Let
any
man
discharge
a
gun
,
And
he
as
soon
discharge's
tun
.
It
is
his
natural
love
to
fighting
,
Makes
him
so
prone
and
apt
to
shiteing
.
Nor
altogether
of
their
spleen
,
For
all
their
choller
is
so
keen
;
Their
loves
do
more
abound
than
spite
,
And
they
do
shew
it
when
they
shite
.
Fat
man
and
wife
together
went
To
cleanse
each
others
fundament
;
For
so
well
grown
was
either
belly
,
They
could
not
do
't
themselves
I
tell
ye
.
This
I
dare
boldly
say
sans
sinning
,
Shitten
come
shite
is
loves
beginning
,
This
further
know
,
fat
folks
do
scummer
As
much
as
Cows
do
give
in
Summer
.
And
that
must
be
a
fruitful
tail
,
That
at
one
dunging
fills
a
Pail
.
Nor
is
't
amiss
that
I
recite
The
Parley
they
did
use
at
shite
:
Dialogue
.
Kind
words
are
worth
a
world
of
money
:
Qu.
Dost
thou
piss
love
?
Ans.
No
,
I
shite
hony
.
Such
questions
would
the
good
man
ask
,
When
wife
was
troubled
with
the
lask
,
For
she
when
laskish
shite
so
thin
,
It
might
have
serv'd
to
shave
a
chin
.
Some
think
it
needful
to
be
sed
Of
love
they
used
to
shite
in
bed
.
Large
panches
did
so
shorten
arme
,
Own
privy
members
could
not
warme
.
Their
Sausige-plumped
fingers
ends
,
But
commonly
like
loving
friends
,
In
winter
morning
you
may
catch
Her
hand
on
—
he
fingring
—
Thus
they
do
keep
their
fingers
warm
,
Doing
to
neither
any
harm
.
Love
in
all
ages
was
commended
,
And
by
Monarchy
still
defended
.
Fat
people
were
the
landed
theams
Of
Iulius
Caesar
and
King
Iames.
They
keep
their
minds
in
such
pure
quiet
,
Which
battens
them
as
much
as
dyet
.
And
now
I
leave
the
fat
folks
friends
,
Which
musick
maketh
at
both
ends
.
For
pode
and
throat
they
both
extend
,
To
make
a
sweet
harmonious
end
.
Ioane
Easie
got
her
a
Nag
and
a
Sledge
,
To
the
Privy-house
for
to
slide
,
a
The
hole
was
be
shit
,
That
she
could
not
sit
,
But
did
cack
as
she
lay
on
her
side
:
a
She
was
not
wind
,
For
she
sent
forth
a
sound
,
Did
stretch
her
fundament
wide
.
a
On
the
print
of
a
Ladies
foot
,
cut
on
the
Leads
of
Kings
Colledge
Chappel
,
where
before
she
had
fallen
.
HEre
once
my
Princess
,
when
we
first
did
meet
,
Made
proud
the
Leads
,
and
let
them
kisse
her
feet
.
They
not
contented
with
a
part
so
small
,
Gave
her
a
slip
,
and
with
that
slip
a
fall
;
So
did
they
get
the
grace
to
kiss
her
hand
,
A
better
part
than
that
whereon
we
stand
.
Bold
saucy
Leads
,
that
(
as
proud
Coblers
do
)
Durst
pass
their
bounds
&
touch
above
the
shoe
;
But
why
do
I
the
Leads
ambition
blame
?
Had
I
been
they
,
I
should
have
done
the
same
;
Onely
I
would
have
melted
at
the
meeting
,
And
not
have
hurt
her
with
so
hard
a
greeting
.
But
O!
what
name
so
bad
by
which
to
call
Her
servants
negligence
that
let
her
fall
?
Yet
this
excuse
he
hath
,
't
was
rainy
weather
,
And
this
his
comfort
,
they
fell
both
together
;
Such
falls
before
advancement
I
'de
prefer
,
And
wish
to
fall
again
,
so
't
were
with
her
.
But
see
her
triumph
,
where
she
fell
before
,
Her
foot
stands
now
engrav'd
,
and
slips
no
more
,
The
conquer'd
Leads
in
penance
have
received
The
print
of
that
whose
trust
it
once
deceived
:
And
wounded
bears
to
all
posterity
The
punishment
of
its
disloyalty
.
A
just
requital
,
onely
't
will
be
said
,
So
rare
a
gemme
should
not
be
set
in
Lead
.
To
a
Lady
commanding
him
to
write
a
defiance
to
Love.
DO
I
want
torture
then
,
that
I
Loves
awful
power
must
thus
defie
?
Or
in
old
stories
do
you
find
,
That
Love
is
deaf
as
well
as
blind
?
Or
else
do
you
resolve
from
hence
,
To
non-plus
my
obedience
?
Well
then
your
own
command
doth
move
Me
to
blaspheme
your self
,
and
love
.
The
Defiance
.
Once
so
foolish
too
was
I
,
To
doat
on
Natures
vanity
;
That
trifle
,
woman
,
which
they
say
,
She
made
to
pass
the
time
away
,
When
she
had
nothing
else
to
do
:
(
And
faith
't
is
very
likely
too
)
O!
I
had
a
tedious
fit
Of
love
,
methinks
I
feel
it
yet
.
I
'le
swear
it
held
me
half
an
hour
,
But
Cupid
now
I
scorn
thy
power
.
Shew
me
in
one
Ladies
eye
Thy
strength
of
thy
artillery
:
Shew
me
a
cheek
where
may
be
seen
Thy
sprightly
wanton
magazine
,
Shew
me
a
lip
that
's
dyed
in
grain
,
With
the
hearts
bloud
of
those
't
'as
slain
:
Yet
I
have
vowed
I
'le
never
dye
For
that
lip
,
or
cheek
,
or
eye
.
Shew
me
a
neck
,
whose
milky
way
Vie
splendor
with
the
King
of
day
:
Shew
me
a
brest
darts
flames
,
although
It self
doth
seem
compos'd
of
snow
:
Shew
me
a
belly
so
divine
,
Thou
,
though
a
god
,
wouldst
make
it
thine
:
Yet
Cupid
,
I
the
same
dare
tell
ye
,
For
all
this
neck
,
or
breast
,
or
belly
,
Shew
me
a
thigh
whose
softnesse
can
,
And
whitenesse
baffle
Ledas
Swan
:
Shew
me
a
leg
which
would
invite
The
strictest
Hermite
to
delight
;
Shew
me
a
foot
whose
pretty
shape
Would
make
a
Saint
commit
a
rape
;
Yet
I
have
vow'd
I
le
never
dye
,
For
that
foot
,
or
leg
,
or
thigh
.
To
a
Lady
on
a
fall
,
in
which
she
had
almost
discovered
more
then
all
the
World
besides
could
shew
.
MAdam
,
pardon
me
,
whilst
I
Repeat
my
happy
misery
,
How
the
self
same
thing
did
cloy
With
excessive
grief
and
joy
.
How
cruel
kind
fate
did
me
bless
With
fortunate
unhappinesse
.
A
wonder
sure
before
unheard
,
The
same
thing
should
be
wish't
and
fear'd
.
Who
would
not
fear
to
see
that
fall
?
Who
would
not
wish
there
to
see
all
?
'T
was
such
a
sight
,
thus
who
but
sees
Doth
blaspheme
thee
with
his
eyes
.
'T
was
such
a
sight
that
hell
defin'd
,
May
truly
be
said
to
be
blind
.
Cruel
hands
that
were
imploy'd
,
In
a
sin
worse
then
a
paricide
.
To
keep
that
hid
,
which
to
have
seen
To
total
sum
of
blisse
had
been
.
This
is
my
passion
then
I
swore
Those
hands
I
'le
never
kisse
no
more
.
This
anger
was
true
madnesse
,
I
Had
thus
reveng'd
your
injury
Upon
my self
,
so
I
had
been
Tortur'd
for
what
I
thought
your
sin
.
You
'd
use
them
better
for
to
save
Your self
,
then
for
to
wound
you
slave
.
Since
to
hurt
your self
,
to
me
Was
the
height
of
injury
.
But
envy
sure
would
never
rest
In
so
innocent
a
breast
.
'T
was
court'sie
made
you
so
unkind
,
Lest
those
Letters
should
strike
me
blind
Which
your
pure
limbs
unvaild
display
,
(
Beams
which
disgrace
the
Prince
of
day
.
)
You
thus
in
pity
cheat
my
sight
,
And
hide
the
dangerous
delight
.
May
he
be
blind
that
does
not
prize
Such
a
sight
above
his
eyes
.
You
might
have
spar'd
your
pains
to
hear
,
'T
was
a
very
needlesse
care
,
(
When
the
steed
's
stollen
you
shut
the
dore
,
)
Your
eyes
had
struck
me
blind
before
.
On
a
Knife
that
cut
a
Ladies
finger
.
THe
weapon
Salve
(
as
some
they
say
have
found
)
At
distance
heals
,
just
so
this
knife
doth
wound
;
For
all
that
gash
,
I
felt
the
greatest
smart
,
Cutting
your
hand
,
Madam
,
you
cut
my
heart
.
Then
let
me
search
my
gall
that
I
may
see
,
What
curses
I
can
muster
up
for
thee
.
May'st
thou
be
alwayes
more
abhor'd
by
us
,
Than
the
keen
knife
of
sister
Atropos
;
T'
imploy
thee
may
the
basest
beggar
scorn
,
Unlesse
to
〈◊〉
his
nailes
or
cut
his
corn
:
Mayest
the
〈◊〉
lost
till
thou
art
rusty
,
then
By
some
me●●●●ick
Butcher
found
agen
;
And
by
him
〈◊〉
,
onely
for
this
intent
,
To
rip
up
guts
,
and
let
out
excrement
:
But
why
to
curse
thee
do
I
keep
this
stir
?
Briefly
,
mayest
thou
ne're
more
be
us'd
by
Her.
A
Description
of
the
miseries
of
a
moneylesse
Pocket
.
BBing
me
Raviliac
who
does
defie
All
torments
,
with
such
gallant
constancy
;
And
onely
with
one
sudden
oh
!
complains
,
When
they
pour
scalding
oyle
into
his
veines
;
Let
his
stout
heart
but
feel
my
pangs
alone
,
An
empty
purse
I
'le
warrant
makes
him
groane
.
Bring
me
a
Stoick
that
sayes
flat
and
plain
,
A
wise
man
knows
not
so
much
thing
as
pain
;
Let
him
alone
to
make
him
change
hi●●ote
,
And
swear
a
cut-purse
worse
then
a●●
throat
.
The
pangs
my
mother
did
with
m
〈…〉
ure
,
Were
not
so
bad
,
as
to
want
mo
〈…〉
ure
;
I
'de
wish
,
were
I
my
enemy
to
n●sse
,
May
his
associate
be
an
empty
purse
:
Nor
would
I
any
greater
crosses
crave
For
him
,
than
that
he
may
not
crosses
have
;
Then
to
see
him
I
might
most
justly
hope
,
Knight
of
the
noble
order
of
the
rope
.
For
you
will
find
amongst
that
famous
crue
That
make
their
wills
of
Hide-Park-corner
,
few
,
If
you
examine
,
but
the
reason
why
'T
was
cause
they
wanted
money
they
'l
reply
:
Nay
I
have
tasted
miseries
far
worse
,
The
constant
judgements
of
an
empty
purse
.
For
if
I
come
into
a
tavern
,
I
Scarce
from
the
Drawer
get
a
by
and
by
;
To
trust
one
quart
I
cannot
work
on
Will
,
Though
I
'de
pawn
for
it
all
Parnassus
hill
;
I
offer'd
too
my
horse
,
but
he
swore
thus
,
I
will
not
trust
one
pint
on
Pegasus
:
From
thence
to
Clavels
where
I
stand
at
door
,
And
softly
ask't
Sue
,
hast
thou
e're
a
whore
?
You
speak
sayes
she
,
as
if
you
had
no
money
,
Then
with
a
pox
I
'le
help
you
to
a
cunny
.
If
I
by
chance
espye
some
old
Comrade
,
He
straight
avoides
,
as
if
I
had
the
plague
;
And
cause
I
ha'nt
a
token
with
such
care
,
Shuns
me
as
if
I
full
of
tokens
were
.
Now
say
my
rimes
are
dull
,
and
you
'l
say
true
;
And
are
not
you
as
dull
to
read
them
too
?
You
might
conclude
before
you
read
a
bit
,
That
he
who
money
wants
,
must
needs
want
wit.
On
a
London
Taylor
who
spoiled
a
Commencement
Gown
in
the
making
.
HOw
is
't
nine
taylors
make
a
man
up
,
when
One
taylor
is
enough
to
mar
nine
men
?
And
more
of
women
,
for
their
large
Vocation
Acknowledgeth
no
bounds
or
limitation
:
Equal
to
Natures
privilege
,
which
shows
Variety
in
our
bodies
,
they
in
clothes
:
Nay
more
,
a
Badgers
gate
,
a
flaw
or
crack
In
any
member
,
or
a
Lute-ca●e
back
;
Takes
not
so
much
from
man
,
nor
can
deface
him
,
So
as
an
ill-cut
garment
can
disgrace
him
.
In
the
deep
censuring
judgments
of
gay
Mutes
,
Who
set
upon
the
life
and
death
of
fuits
;
If
this
be
true
,
thou
neither
he
nor
she
,
In
what
manner
hast
thou
injured
me
In
spoyling
of
my
Gown
?
the
neck
too
wide
,
Too
long
before
,
and
then
too
short
o'
th'
side
;
My
sleeves
too
small
to
laugh
in
;
then
so
high
The
wings
start
up
,
as
if
they
meant
to
flye
:
Thus
to
be
handled
,
thus
for
to
be
thum'd
,
It
makes
my
Velvet
fret
,
though
never
gum'd
.
But
was
my
Gown
cut
in
this
uncouth
guise
?
And
my
Commencement-gown
,
when
thousand
eyes
Were
brought
to
gaze
,
and
I
to
walk
'mongst
those
,
Whose
greatest
part
of
brain
lies
in
their
clothes
:
Taylor
,
I
will
not
damn
or
curse
thee
for
't
;
Thou
farest
the
better
,
but
I
wish
a
sort
Of
debtors
fail
,
that
thou
full
justly
harm'd
,
As
thou
sit'st
now
cross-leg'd
,
mayst
walk
cross-arm'd
.
Many
cross
stitches
mayest
thou
make
,
and
meet
Some
Ruffians
still
to
crosse
thee
in
the
street
:
Mayest
thou
still
see
thy self
when
thou
shalt
look
In
each
thing
cross'd
,
but
in
thy
credit
Book
.
And
yet
,
if
in
sad
silence
of
the
night
,
Thou
shalt
be
hunted
by
a
merry
spright
;
I
pray
that
drawing
near
thee
he
may
find
Crosses
each
part
before
but
none
behinde
.
Let
Courtiers
point
a
day
,
and
coming
then
,
Point
thee
another
day
to
come
agen
;
Let
fashions
never
change
,
let
garments
wear
As
long
as
Coriats
shoes
,
or
men
go
bear
;
As
in
their
better
state
,
and
women
too
,
As
some
suppose
,
they
are
about
to
do
.
I
cannot
wish
thee
mischief
in
the
wars
,
For
thou
art
skil'd
and
prov'd
in
needle
scars
;
Yet
let
thine
own
goose
press
thee
til
thou
faint
,
And
though
I
never
mean
thou
should'st
be
Saint
:
Let
men
invoke
thy
name
,
though
then
alone
,
When
as
their
knife
is
strugling
with
a
bone
;
Farewell
,
and
when
thou
bring'st
thy
long
bill
down
,
I
'le
make
't
as
short
as
thou
hast
made
my
Gown
.
On
a
Bile
.
LEt
others
sing
of
heads
,
and
some
of
cups
,
Of
Mars
,
and
Venus
,
and
her
after-claps
;
I
have
a
subject
that
gives
me
more
matter
,
Than
you
,
or
I
,
or
both
,
know
how
to
utter
.
It
is
a
Bile
,
what
Epithete
shall
I
Finde
for
to
call
so
dull
a
creature
by
?
Shall
I
proclaim
thee
block-head
?
and
yet
call
Thee
so
,
I
can't
,
thou
hast
no
head
at
all
;
Could'st
thou
but
get
a
head
,
and
ripen
faster
,
I
would
not
break
thy
head
,
but
add
a
plaister
:
Or
shall
I
call
thee
coward
,
'cause
I
find
Thee
alwayes
in
one
place
,
and
still
behind
?
Well
,
since
thou
art
a
coward
,
prethee
play
The
cowards
part
,
and
quickly
run
away
:
Or
shall
I
call
thee
ungrate
,
vexing
me
That
brought
thee
up
,
and
breeding
gave
to
thee
?
Yet
prethee
be
not
angry
O
my
Bile
!
Thou
look'st
to
have
bin
praised
all
this
while
,
Shall
I
commend
thee
then
?
and
so
I
will
,
Commend
thee
to
the
Surgeon
and
his
skill
.
Reader
forbear
to
frown
or
carp
at
least
,
For
nought
but
corrupt
matter
here
doth
rest
:
Thus
do
I
ease
my
paines
,
and
when
my
bile
Begins
to
rage
,
then
I
oppose
my
style
;
Thus
did
that
Roman
Possidonius
stout
,
And
Scaliger
did
thus
out-brave
the
gout
.
To
a
Gentlewoman
from
her
formerly
betrothed
,
but
deserted
servant
,
he
being
invited
to
the
celebration
of
her
Nuptials
.
WHy
faire
vow-breaker
,
hath
thy
sinne
thought
fit
,
I
be
the
curst
example
of
thy
wit
,
As
well
as
scorn
?
Bad
woman
,
did
not
I
Deserve
as
much
as
quiet
misery
?
Be
wise
,
and
trouble
not
my
suffering
fit
,
For
every
sin
I
have
repentance
yet
,
Except
for
loving
thee
,
do
not
thou
presse
My
easie
madnesse
to
a
wretchednesse
;
So
high
as
that
,
lest
I
be
driven
so
,
As
far
from
heaven
as
thou
art
,
which
I
know
Is
not
thine
aime
,
for
thou
hast
sinned
to
be
,
In
place
as
in
affection
,
far
from
me
.
Was
I
thy
friend
or
kinsman
?
had
I
ought
?
What
was
familiar
with
thee
saving
thought
?
A
dream
,
some
letters
too
that
scattered
lie
,
Neglected
records
of
my
misery
;
I
know
no
itch
my
silent
sorrow
moves
,
To
beg
a
Bridal-kisse
or
paire
of
Gloves
:
Those
are
the
lighter
duties
which
they
seek
,
Whose
sleeps
are
found
,
&
constant
as
the
week
Is
in
her
course
,
and
never
felt
the
chance
Of
love
amisse
,
but
in
a
dream
,
or
trance
,
And
wak'd
with
gladnesse
;
't
is
not
so
with
me
,
My
days
and
nights
are
twins
in
misery
.
Bid
me
first
catch
the
plague
,
wish
me
to
be
A
witnesse
to
my
mothers
infamy
;
Bespeak
me
to
be
sham'd
,
cause
me
to
bring
My self
an
Eunuch
to
a
Gossiping
.
Upon
record
;
how
desperate
wer't
thou
bent
T'
invite
me
to
a
wedding
Complement
?
Should
I
come
there
when
that
the
holy
man
,
With
his
religious
magick
hath
begun
To
tye
thee
from
me
,
I
might
leap
into
A
rage
,
and
safely
all
your
lives
undoe
:
When
heaven
would
be
so
courteous
to
disguise
,
The
blood-shed
with
the
name
of
sacrifice
;
Silent
as
sorrows
lodgings
had
I
dwelt
,
Followed
with
my
despair
,
and
never
felt
Anger
except
in
living
,
hadst
thou
bin
Content
with
my
undoing
,
but
that
's
sin
.
I
never
shall
forgive
thee
to
upbraide
A
wretchedness
which
thou
thy self
hast
made
:
Heaven
knows
I
suffered
,
and
I
suffered
so
,
That
by
me
't
was
infallible
to
know
How
passive
man
is
,
Fate
knew
not
a
curse
,
But
in
thy
new
content
to
make
it
worse
;
And
that
thou
gav'st
,
when
I
so
low
was
brought
,
That
I
knew
nought
but
thee
,
and
then
I
thought
,
And
counted
sighs
and
tears
;
as
if
to
scan
The
aire
and
water
which
composeth
man
;
Diseas'd
I
was
,
diseas'd
,
past
thine
own
cure
,
Yet
would'st
thou
kill
what
made
me
to
endure
:
My
patience
,
strange
murderess
,
would
you
prove
,
Whether
that
were
as
mortal
,
as
your
love
?
Have
women
such
a
way
as
they
can
give
To
men
denial
,
and
with
love
to
live
?
Why
then
abhor'd
in
reason
tell
me
why
,
Successelesse
Lovers
do
so
quickly
die
?
And
be
it
so
with
me
;
but
if
a
curse
May
first
be
fasten'd
on
thee
which
is
worse
Than
thy
unwept-for
vow-breach
,
may
it
come
,
As
thy
sins
heap
,
and
may
the
tedious
sum
,
Of
thy
great
sins
stand
centinel
to
keep
Repentance
from
thy
thoughts
breach
;
may
thy
sleep
Be
broken
as
my
hopes
,
'bove
all
may
he
Thou
chufest
husband
grow
to
jealousie
;
Then
find
it
true
,
and
kill
thee
may
the
themes
,
On
which
thy
thoughts
do
paraphrase
in
dreams
.
Be
my
sad
wrongs
,
and
when
some
other
shall
,
Whom
Fate
with
me
hath
made
apocriphall
In
loving
stories
search
and
instance
forth
,
To
damn
his
mistress
for
as
little
worth
;
Let
thy
name
meet
him
,
under
which
let
be
,
A
common
place
of
womens
perjury
;
May
heavens
make
all
this
true
,
and
if
thou
pray
Let
God
esteem
it
as
thou
didst
the
pay
Of
thy
last
promise
;
I
have
said
be
free
,
This
pennance
done
,
my
day
of
destiny
By
thee
is
antidated
,
but
three
sighs
.
First
I
must
pay
admission
to
the
skies
,
One
for
my
madness
to
love
women
so
,
That
I
could
think
thee
true
;
the
next
I
'le
throw
For
wronged
Lovers
,
that
I
'le
breath
anew
;
The
last
shall
beg
my
curses
be
made
true
.
The
Royal
Captive
,
or
the
Worlds
Epitome
.
1.
HOw
happy
's
the
prisoner
that
conquers
his
fates
With
silence
,
and
nere
on
bad
fortune
complains
;
But
carelesly
plays
with
his
keys
on
the
grates
,
And
makes
a
sweet
consort
with
thē
&
his
chains
.
He
drowns
care
with
Sack
when
his
heart
is
opprest
;
And
makes
it
to
float
like
a
Cork
in
his
brest
.
Then
since
we
're
all
slaves
that
Highlanders
be
,
And
the
land
's
a
large
prison
inclos'd
with
the
sea
,
We
'l
drink
up
the
Ocean
and
set
our selves
free
,
For
man
is
the
worlds
Epitome
.
2.
Let
Tyrants
wear
purple
deep
dyed
in
the
blond
Of
those
they
have
slain
their
Scepters
to
sway
,
If
our
conscience
be
clear
,
and
our
title
be
good
To
the
rags
we
have
on
us
,
we
're
better
than
they
.
We
drink
down
at
night
what
we
beg
or
can
borrow
,
And
sleep
without
plotting
for
more
the
next
morrow
.
Then
since
we
're
all
,
&c.
3.
Let
the
Usurer
look
to
his
bags
and
his
house
,
And
guard
that
from
robbers
he
has
rak'd
from
his
dettors
;
Each
mid-night
cries
thieves
at
the
noise
of
a
mouse
:
Then
see
if
his
bags
are
not
bound
in
their
feters
.
When
once
he
is
rich
enough
for
a
State-plot
,
Buff
in
one
hour
plunders
what
sixty
years
got
.
Then
since
we
're
all
,
&c.
4.
Come
Drawer
,
and
fills
a
peck
of
Canary
,
This
brimmer
shall
bid
all
our
senses
good-night
.
When
old
Aristotle
was
frolick
and
merry
VVith
the
juice
of
the
grape
,
he
turn'd
stagerite
.
Copernicus
once
in
a
drunken
fit
found
By
the
course
of
his
brain
that
the
world
turn'd
round
.
Then
since
we
're
all
,
&c.
5.
'T
is
Sack
makes
our
faces
like
Comets
to
shine
,
And
gives
beauty
beyond
the
complexions
mask
.
Diogenes
was
so
in
love
with
his
wine
,
That
when
't
was
all
out
,
he
dwelt
in
the
Cask
.
He
liv'd
hy
the
sent
of
that
wainscoated
Room
,
And
dying
requested
the
Tub
for
his
Tomb
:
Then
since
we
're
all
slaves
that
High-landers
be
,
And
the
land
's
a
large
prison
inclos'd
with
the
sea
;
We
'l
drink
up
the
Ocean
and
set
our selves
free
,
For
man
is
the
worlds
Epitome
.
The
States
New
Coyn.
1.
SAw
you
the
States-mony
new
come
from
the
Mint
?
Some
people
do
say
it
is
wonderous
fine
;
And
that
you
may
read
a
great
mystery
in
't
,
Of
mighty
King
Nol
,
the
Lord
of
the
Coyn.
2.
They
have
quite
omitted
his
politick
head
,
His
worshipful
face
,
and
his
excellent
Nose
;
But
the
better
to
tempt
the
sisters
to
bed
,
They
have
fixed
upon
it
the
print
of
his
Hose
.
3.
For
,
if
they
had
set
up
his
picture
there
,
They
needs
must
ha'
crown'd
him
in
Charles
his
stead
;
But
't
was
cunningly
done
,
that
they
did
forbear
,
And
rather
would
set
up
his
Ar
—
than
his
head
.
4.
'T
is
monstrous
strange
,
and
yet
it
is
true
,
In
this
Reformation
we
should
ha'
such
luck
,
That
Crosses
were
alwayes
disdained
by
you
,
Who
before
pull'd
them
down
,
should
now
set
them
up
.
5.
On
this
side
they
have
circumscrib'd
God
with
us
,
And
in
this
stamp
and
coyn
they
confide
;
Common-wealth
on
the
other
,
by
which
we
may
guess
That
God
and
the
States
were
not
both
of
a
side
.
6.
On
this
side
they
have
a
Cross
and
a
Harp
,
And
onely
a
Cross
on
the
other
set
forth
;
By
which
we
may
learn
it
falls
to
our
part
Two
Crosses
to
have
for
one
fit
of
mirth
.
7.
A
Country-man
hearing
this
,
straight
way
did
think
,
That
he
would
procure
such
a
piece
of
his
own
;
And
knowing
it
like
his
wifes
Butter-print
,
She
should
ha
't
for
a
token
when
as
he
came
home
.
8.
Then
since
that
this
is
the
Parliament
coyn
,
Now
Lilly
by
thy
mysterious
charms
,
Or
Heralds
,
pray
tell
us
if
these
ha'
not
been
Carmen
or
Fidlers
before
by
their
Arms.
The
Brewer
.
1.
OF
all
the
trades
that
ever
I
see
,
There
's
none
to
the
Brewer
compared
may
be
;
For
so
many
several
wayes
works
he
,
Which
no
body
can
deny
.
2.
A
Brewer
may
put
on
a
noble
face
,
And
come
to
the
wars
with
such
a
grace
,
That
he
may
obtain
a
Captains
place
;
Which
no
body
,
&c.
3.
A
Brewer
may
speak
so
learnedly
well
And
raise
strange
stories
for
to
tell
,
That
he
may
become
a
Colonel
;
Which
no
body
,
&c.
4.
A
Brewer
may
be
a
Parliament-man
For
so
his
knavery
first
began
,
And
work
the
most
cunning
plots
he
can
;
Which
no
body
,
&c.
5.
A
Brewer
may
be
so
bold
a
Hector
That
when
he
has
drunk
a
cup
of
Nectar
,
He
may
become
a
Lord
Protector
;
Which
no
body
,
&c.
6.
A
Brewer
may
do
all
these
things
you
see
Without
controul
,
nay
he
may
be
Lord-Chanceller
of
the
University
:
Which
no
body
,
&c.
7.
A
Brewer
may
sit
like
a
Fox
in
his
cub
And
preach
a
Lecture
out
of
a
tub
,
And
give
the
world
a
wicked
rub
;
Which
no
body
,
&c.
8.
But
here
remaines
the
strangest
thing
How
he
about
his
plots
did
bring
,
That
he
should
be
Emperour
above
a
King
;
Which
no
body
can
deny
,
deny
;
Which
no
body
dares
deny
.
The
disloyal
Timist
.
1.
NOw
our
holy
wars
are
done
,
Betwixt
the
Father
and
the
Son
;
And
since
we
have
by
righteous
fate
,
Distrest
a
Monarch
and
his
mate
.
And
first
their
heirs
fly
into
France
To
weep
out
their
inheritance
;
Let
's
set
open
all
our
packs
,
Which
contain
ten
thousand
wracks
;
Cast
on
the
shore
of
the
rea
Sea
Of
Naseby
,
and
of
Newbery
.
If
then
you
will
come
provided
with
gold
,
We
dwell
Close
by
hell
,
Where
wee
'l
fell
What
you
will
,
That
is
ill
;
For
charity
waxeth
cold
.
2.
Hast
thou
done
murther
,
or
bloud
spilt
,
We
can
soon
get
another
name
,
That
will
keep
thee
from
all
blame
:
But
be
it
still
provided
thus
,
That
thou
hast
once
been
one
of
us
;
Gold
is
the
God
that
shall
pardon
the
guilt
,
For
we
have
What
shall
save
Thee
from
th'
grave
;
Since
the
Law
We
can
awe
;
Although
a
famous
Prince's
bloud
were
spilt
.
3.
If
a
Church
thou
hast
bereft
Of
its
Plate
,
't
is
holy-theft
;
Or
for
zeal
sake
,
if
thou
beest
Prompted
on
to
take
a
thief
;
Gold
is
a
sure
prevailing
advocate
,
Then
come
Bring
a
summe
,
Law
is
dumb
:
And
submits
,
To
our
wits
;
For
it
's
policy
guides
a
State.
The
Resolute
Royallist
.
1.
WHat
though
the
ill
times
,
Run
cross
to
our
wills
;
And
fortune
still
frowns
upon
us
:
Our
hearts
are
our
own
,
And
shall
be
so
still
;
Then
a
fig
for
the
plagues
that
light
on
us
.
2.
Let
's
drink
t'other
cup
To
keep
our
hearts
up
,
But
let
't
be
the
purest
Canary
;
For
wee
'l
never
fear
The
crosses
we
bear
,
Let
them
plague
us
untill
they
be
weary
.
3.
Wee
'l
flatter
and
fear
Those
that
over
us
are
,
And
make
them
believe
that
we
love
them
;
When
their
timing
is
past
,
We
must
carve
them
at
last
;
As
they
carv'd
them
that
have
been
before
them
.
4.
Let
the
Levite
go
preach
For
his
Goose
and
his
Pig
,
And
drink
wine
at
Christmas
and
Easter
;
Let
the
Doctors
give
o're
,
Our
lives
to
new
Trig
;
Wee
'l
make
nature
fast
,
and
wee
'l
feast
Her.
5.
Let
the
Lawyer
go
ball
Out
his
Lungs
and
his
gall
,
For
the
the
Plaintiffe
,
and
for
the
Defendant
;
At
school
the
schollar
lies
Till
like
Flaccus
he
dies
,
With
an
ugly
hard
word
at
the
end
on
't
.
6.
Here
's
a
health
to
the
man
That
delights
in
Sol-fa
;
For
Sack
is
his
onely
Rosin
:
A
load
of
Hay
ho
Is
not
worth
Ha
,
ha
!
He
's
a
man
for
my
money
that
draws
in
.
7.
Then
a
pin
for
all
muck
,
And
a
fig
for
ill-luck
;
'T
is
better
to
be
blithe
and
frollique
,
Then
to
fight
out
our
breath
,
Or
to
mould
our
own
death
;
By
the
Stone
,
the
Gout
,
or
the
Collique
.
Cupid's
Holy-day
.
LAdies
,
whose
marble
hearts
despise
Loves
soft
impressions
,
whose
chast
eyes
Nere
shot
a
glance
but
might
be
seen
,
Diana
and
her
maiden
teem
Of
Icy
Virgins
hence
away
,
Disturb
not
our
licentions
play
;
For
now
its
Cupids
Holy-day
.
Go
glory
in
that
empty
name
Of
Virgin
,
let
your
idle
flame
Consume
it self
,
while
we
enjoy
Those
pleasures
which
fair
Venus
boy
Grant
to
those
whose
mingled
thighs
Are
trophies
of
his
victories
,
From
whence
new
pleasures
still
arise
.
Those
onely
are
admitted
here
,
Whose
looser
thoughts
nere
knew
of
care
Of
mans
imbraces
,
whose
fair
face
Can
give
enjoyment
such
a
grace
,
As
wipes
away
that
hated
name
Of
lust
,
and
calls
their
amorous
flame
A
vertue
free
from
fear
or
shame
.
With
them
we
'l
number
kisses
till
We
pose
Arithmetick
,
and
fill
Our
hearts
with
pleasures
,
till
it
swells
Beyond
those
bounds
where
blushing
dwells
.
Then
will
we
our selves
intomb
In
those
joyes
which
fill
the
womb
,
Till
sleep
possesseth
Cupids
room
.
At
waking
no
repentance
shall
With
our
past
sweetness
mingle
gall
;
We
'l
kisse
again
till
we
restore
Our
strength
again
to
venture
more
:
Then
we
'l
renew
again
our
play
,
Admitting
of
no
long
delay
,
Till
that
we
end
our
Holy-day
.
To
his
VVhore
,
who
askt
money
of
him
.
WHat
is
't
that
fans
my
fancies
thus
?
So
cool
of
late
I
'm
grown
,
Methinks
I
'm
not
so
rigorous
,
How
quickly
I
lye
alone
!
Nor
doth
her
absence
with
one
sigh
bemoan
:
Hence
doth
this
chilness
seize
my
back
,
This
frost
my
bloud
benumbe
,
When
I
to
my
Corina
spake
To
yield
to
love
,
she
ask't
of
me
a
sum
,
Would
Cupid
I
had
deaf
been
,
or
she
dumb
.
Those
glances
I
ador'd
before
,
How
do
I
now
despise
?
'T
is
money
onely
makes
a
whore
,
She
's
chast
that
with
a
thousand
lies
,
For
love
,
at
such
a
one
my
members
rise
.
Let
Iove
his
Danaes
enjoy
,
Nor
envyed
be
for
me
.
If
e're
Iane
Shore
my
Mistresse
cloy
It
shall
be
when
I
'm
old
as
he
,
Till
then
,
I
'le
ne're
commit
that
Simony
:
If
your
affections
pelf
must
imp
,
Go
get
another
friend
,
My
pocket
ne're
shall
be
my
pimpe
;
Nor
will
I
for
your
love
depend
On
dirt
,
yet
no
man
shall
more
freely
spend
;
No
,
no
,
I
will
not
rent
your
bed
,
Nor
your
smock
tenant
be
;
I
will
not
farm
your
white
and
red
,
You
shall
not
let
your
—
to
me
,
I
court
a
mistresse
,
not
a
Landlady
.
Judgement
forbids
me
too
(
my
dear
)
To
keep
thy
love
in
pay
,
As
hence
it
plainly
doth
appear
;
Love's
a
little
boy
they
say
,
And
who
but
fools
give
children
money
pray
?
Loves
nakedness
you
do
mistake
,
And
hence
proceeds
your
sin
;
Which
shews
he
will
no
money
take
,
He
hath
no
purse
to
put
it
in
;
Then
doe
it
freely
,
or
for
me
go
spin
.
The
Captains
Vagary
.
1.
Capit.
PRethee
Phil.
art
thou
all
steel
,
Let
me
feel
,
From
the
head
unto
the
heel
?
Wife
.
O
my
Docter
Theodore
Mayerne
;
Hath
me
fill'd
,
Hath
me
fill'd
,
with
steel
and
iron
.
2.
Capit.
Sure
't
was
not
her
pale
colour
Made
this
stir
,
Nor
the
steel
that
troubled
her
,
But
the
spleen
and
melancholly
;
Cause
she
would
,
Cause
she
would
not
,
Trolly
lolly
.
3.
Surely
now
she
will
begin
In
the
spring
,
Now
the
Birds
do
chirp
and
sing
,
For
to
purge
her
melancholly
;
And
play
with
,
And
play
with
,
her
Trolly
lolly
.
4.
She
no
Cannon
need
to
fear
,
Though
she
were
Threatned
to
be
storm'd
each
where
:
Let
the
Cannons
roar
and
thunder
,
She
'l
ne're
start
,
She
'l
ne're
start
,
but
she
'l
lye
under
.
Freeman
.
1.
SHe
's
not
the
fairest
of
her
name
,
Yet
she
acquires
more
than
all
her
race
,
For
she
hath
other
features
to
inflame
,
Besides
a
lovely
face
:
There
's
wit
and
constancy
,
And
charms
that
strike
the
soul
more
than
the
eye
.
'T
is
no
easie
Lover
Knows
how
to
discover
Such
pure
Divinity
.
2.
And
yet
she
is
an
easie
book
VVrit
in
plain
language
for
the
meanest
wit
,
A
glorious
out-side
,
and
a
stately
look
:
Besides
all
justly
fit
,
But
age
will
undermine
That
glorious
out-side
that
doth
look
so
fine
;
VVhen
the
common
Lover
Shrinks
and
gives
her
over
,
Then
she
's
onely
mine
.
3.
To
the
Platonick
that
applies
His
sole
addresses
to
the
mind
,
The
body
but
a
temple
signifies
,
VVherein
the
Saint's
enshrin'd
,
To
him
it
is
all
one
,
VVhether
the
wall
be
marble
or
rough
stone
:
But
in
holy
places
,
VVhich
old
Time
defaces
,
More
Devotion
's
shown
.
Freemans
Adieu
to
Love.
1.
SUre
't
was
a
dream
,
how
long
fond
man
have
I
Been
fool'd
into
captivity
?
My
New-gate
was
my
want
of
wit
,
I
did
my self
commit
,
My
bonds
I
knit
:
I
mine
own
Gaoler
was
,
the
onely
foe
That
did
my
freedom
disallow
:
I
was
a
prisoner
'cause
I
would
be
so
.
2.
But
now
I
'le
shake
my
ponderous
chains
,
and
prove
Opinion
built
the
Gaoles
of
love
;
Made
all
his
bonds
,
gave
him
his
bow
,
His
bloudy
arrows
too
,
That
murder
so
;
Nay
,
and
those
deaths
which
idle
lovers
dream
Were
all
contriv'd
to
make
a
theam
,
For
some
carowzing
Poet's
drunken
flame
.
3.
'T
was
a
fine
life
I
liv'd
,
when
I
did
dresse
My self
to
court
your
peevishnesse
;
When
I
did
at
your
foot-stool
lie
Expecting
from
your
eye
,
To
live
or
die
:
Now
smiles
,
or
frownes
,
I
care
not
which
I
have
,
Nay
rather
then
I
'le
be
your
slave
,
I
'le
court
the
plague
to
send
me
to
my
grave
.
4.
Farewel
those
charms
that
did
so
long
bewitch
,
Farewel
that
wanton
youthful
itch
;
Farewel
that
treacherous
blinking
boy
That
profers
seeming
joy
,
So
to
destroy
;
To
all
those
night
embraces
,
which
as
you
Know
very
well
were
not
a
few
;
For
ever
,
evermore
,
I
bid
Adieu
.
5.
Now
I
can
stand
the
sallies
of
your
eyes
,
In
vain
are
all
those
batteries
,
Nor
can
that
love
dissembling
still
Nor
can
that
crafty
smile
,
Longer
beguile
;
Nor
those
hard
traps
,
which
each
hour
you
renew
To
all
those
witch-crafts
and
to
you
,
For
ever
,
evermore
,
I
bid
Adieu
.
Freeman
.
1.
FEar
not
my
Genius
to
unfold
Such
silent
thoughts
as
these
,
Let
women
born
to
be
control'd
,
Receive
them
as
they
please
;
For
long
usurped
monarchy
Hath
made
me
hate
such
tyranny
.
2.
Let
them
and
their
magnetick
charms
,
Like
Harbingers
before
them
;
Possesse
the
nselves
with
Cupid's
arms
,
As
baits
for
to
adore
them
:
I
'le
nere
commit
Idolatry
,
On
subjects
born
as
well
as
I.
3.
Their
deities
with
them
must
fade
,
It
cannot
be
deny'd
;
And
since
those
pretty
things
were
made
,
Out
of
old
Adam's
side
:
We
love
them
still
,
but
know
as
thus
,
Because
they
are
a
part
of
us
;
Then
let
it
then
suffice
the
Elves
,
To
say
we
love
them
as
our selves
.
The
Antiplatonick
.
1.
FOnd
love
what
dost
thou
mean
,
To
court
an
idle
folly
?
Platonick
love
is
nothing
else
,
But
meerly
melancholy
;
'T
is
active
love
that
makes
us
jolly
.
2.
To
doat
upon
a
face
,
Or
court
a
sparkling
eye
;
Or
to
esteem
a
dimpled
cheek
Complete
felicity
,
Is
to
betray
one's
Liberty
.
3.
Then
pray
be
not
so
fond
,
Think
you
that
women
can
Rest
satisfied
with
complement
,
The
frothy
part
of
man
?
No
,
no
,
they
hate
a
Puritan
.
4.
They
care
not
for
your
sighs
,
Nor
your
erected
eyes
:
They
hate
to
heare
a
man
complain
Alas
!
he
dies
,
he
dies
;
Believ
't
they
love
a
closer
prize
.
5.
Then
venter
to
embrace
,
'T
is
but
a
smack
or
two
;
I
'me
confident
no
woman
lives
But
sometimes
she
will
do
,
The
fault
is
not
in
her
,
but
you
.
On
the
Souldiers
walking
in
the
New-Exbhange
to
affront
the
Ladies
.
I
Le
go
no
more
to
the
New-Exchange
There
is
no
roome
at
all
,
It
is
so
throng'd
and
crowed
by
The
gallants
of
White-Hall
;
But
I
'le
go
to
the
Old
Exchange
Where
old
things
were
in
fashion
,
For
now
the
new's
become
the
shop
Of
this
blessed
Reformation
.
Come
my
new
Courtiers
what
d'
ye
lack
,
Good
consciences
if
you
do
;
Here
's
long
and
wide
the
onely
wear
,
The
strait
will
trouble
you
.
You
powdersellers
here
will
thrive
,
No
customers
can
you
lack
;
Onely
resolve
to
change
the
dye
,
Your
powder
must
be
black
;
And
with
you
here
,
take
my
advice
,
Get
Pistols
stead
of
Puffes
;
Instead
of
sweet-balls
,
bullets
get
,
And
gauntlet
stead
of
muffes
.
Come
my
new
Courtiers
,
&c.
You
that
are
Ribbon-sellers
too
,
Your
broken
trades
may
patch
,
If
you
those
guegawes
can
put
off
And
barter
them
for
match
.
You
that
fine
Cabinets
do
sell
,
Your
shops
and
ware
may
burn
Her
Ladyship
hates
all
those
toyes
,
A
Snapsack
serves
her
turn
.
Come
my
new
Courtiers
,
&c.
You
that
sell
Books
I
pitty
most
,
You
are
undone
I
see
't
,
Unlesse
you
will
rebellion
sell
At
a
penny
by
the
sheet
:
If
so
,
you
have
a
thriving
trade
,
For
customers
go
no
further
,
For
these
bloud
merchants
at
dear
rates
Engrosse
all
rape
and
murther
.
Come
my
new
Courtiers
,
&c.
Undone
,
undone
Confectioners
,
Alas
there
is
no
hopes
.
Unlesse
you
will
give
o're
your
trades
And
set
up
Sutlers
shops
.
Your
Apricockes
,
your
Ringo
roots
,
Your
Marmalad
will
not
sell
;
Get
you
conserves
of
bread
and
cheese
.
You
'l
bear
away
the
bell
.
Come
my
new
Courtiers
,
what
d'
ye
lack
Good
Consciences
?
if
you
do
,
Here
's
long
and
wide
the
onely
weare
,
The
strait
will
trouble
you
.
Another
.
WHy
should
we
not
laugh
and
be
jolly
,
Since
all
the
World
is
mad
?
And
lull'd
in
a
dull
melancholly
;
He
that
wallows
in
store
Is
still
gaping
for
more
,
And
that
makes
him
as
poor
,
As
the
wretch
that
nere
any
thing
had
.
How
mad
is
that
damn'd
money-monger
?
That
to
purchase
to
him
and
his
heirs
,
Growes
shriviled
with
thirst
and
hunger
;
While
we
that
are
bonny
,
Buy
Sack
with
ready-money
,
And
nere
trouble
the
scriveners
,
nor
Lawyers
.
Those
guts
that
by
scraping
and
toiling
,
Do
swell
their
revenues
so
fast
,
Get
nothing
by
all
their
turmoiling
,
But
are
markes
of
each
taxe
While
they
load
their
own
backs
VVith
the
heavier
packs
,
And
lie
down
gall'd
and
weary
at
last
.
VVhile
we
that
do
traffick
in
tipple
,
Can
baffle
the
Gown
and
the
Sword
,
VVhose
jawes
are
so
hungry
and
gripple
;
VVe
nere
trouble
our
heads
,
VVith
Indentures
or
Deeds
,
And
our
wills
are
compos'd
in
a
word
.
Our
money
shall
nere
indite
us
,
Nor
drag
us
to
Goldsmiths
Hall
,
No
Pirates
not
wracks
can
affright
us
;
VVe
that
have
no
estates
,
Fear
no
plunder
nor
rates
,
VVe
can
sleep
with
open
gates
,
He
that
lies
on
the
ground
cannot
fall
.
VVe
laugh
at
those
fools
whose
endeavours
Do
but
fit
them
for
Prisons
and
Fines
,
VVhen
we
that
spend
all
are
the
savers
;
For
if
thieves
do
break
in
,
They
go
out
empty
agin
,
Nay
the
plunderers
lose
their
designes
.
Then
let
us
not
think
on
to
morrow
,
But
tipple
and
laugh
while
we
may
To
wash
from
our
hearts
all
sorrow
;
Those
Cormorants
which
,
Are
troubled
with
an
itch
,
To
be
mighty
and
rich
,
Do
but
toile
for
the
wealth
which
they
borrow
.
The
Mayor
of
our
town
with
his
ruffe
on
,
VVhat
a
pox
is
he
better
then
we
?
He
must
vale
to
the
man
with
the
buffe
on
;
Though
he
Custard
may
eat
,
And
such
lubbardly
meat
,
Yet
our
Sack
makes
us
merrier
then
he
.
The
Horns
.
A
Song
.
BRight
Cynthia
scorns
alone
to
wear
horns
Unto
her
great
grief
and
shame
;
And
swears
by
the
light
and
the
worlds
despite
,
That
men
shall
wear
the
same
.
The
man
in
the
Moon
to
hear
this
in
a
swoun
,
And
quite
out
of
his
wits
fell
;
And
feeling
his
front
,
quoth
he
,
a
pox
on
't
,
My
forehead
begins
to
swell
.
Away
straight
he
ròde
in
a
Lunatick
mood
,
And
from
his
Mistress
would
run
;
And
swore
in
his
heat
,
though
he
stood
in
a
sweat
He
had
rather
go
live
in
the
sun
.
But
he
was
well
appeas'd
that
it
other
men
pleas'd
,
For
no
man
did
mutter
or
mourn
;
But
without
all
affright
and
a
great
delight
Did
take
to
themselves
the
horn
.
The
Lord
he
will
go
in
his
woods
to
and
fro
,
Pursuing
a
Doe
that
is
barren
;
But
while
he
's
in
his
Park
,
another
in
the
dark
May
safely
go
hunt
in
his
warren
.
The
Citizen
clown
in
his
fur-faced
Gown
,
And
his
doublet
faced
with
ale
;
Talks
short
but
drinks
thicker
,
while
his
wife
like
his
liquor
,
Leaves
working
and
relishes
stale
.
Lo
thus
she
behorns
him
,
and
afterward
scorns
him
,
Though
he
comes
to
be
Mayor
of
the
rout
;
And
holds
it
no
sin
to
be
occupied
within
,
Whiles
her
husband
is
busied
without
.
The
Physician
will
ride
to
his
Patient
that
dy'd
Of
no
sickness
but
that
did
come
;
But
whilst
abroad
he
doth
kill
with
potion
and
pill
,
His
wife
takes
a
glister
at
home
.
The
Lawyer
to
succour
him
with
parchment
and
buckrum
To
London
the
next
Term
will
ride
,
To
open
his
case
in
his
adversaries
face
,
While
his
wife
to
his
friend
doth
the
like
.
Seven
miles
to
and
fro
the
professor
will
go
To
hear
a
sanctifi'd
brother
;
But
while
his
zeal
burns
,
his
wife
she
up
turns
The
whites
of
her
eyes
to
another
.
The
merchant
he
runs
o're
seas
with
his
guns
His
mariners
and
his
mates
;
But
whilst
he
doth
please
himself
on
the
seas
,
Another
may
ride
in
his
straits
.
The
Souldier
will
go
like
a
man
to
and
fro
,
With
a
full
resolution
to
fight
;
While
his
wife
with
her
friend
,
in
her
wanton
arms
pen'd
,
Doth
make
a
boon
boy
before
night
.
And
although
that
he
be
well
arm'd
cap
a
pe
,
He
must
yield
to
a
naked
boyes
scorn
;
Or
instead
of
bright
Steel
or
Iron
on
his
heel
,
Be
content
with
a
Helmet
of
horn
.
Thus
each
their
wives
love
still
,
though
they
do
prove
Them
to
be
false
in
their
own
sight
;
But
indeed
you
do
well
,
the
horn
(
you
can
tell
)
Was
never
a
friend
to
the
light
.
Pedegree
.
A
Begger
got
a
Bayliff
,
A
Bayliff
got
a
Yeoman
,
A
Yeoman
got
a
Prentice
,
A
Prentice
got
a
Freeman
,
A
Freeman
got
a
Master
,
And
he
begot
a
Tease
,
And
so
become
a
Gentleman
,
Then
a
Justice
of
Peace
.
This
Justice
got
a
daughter
,
And
she
is
come
to
light
,
She
stept
unto
the
Court
,
And
there
she
got
a
Knight
,
A
Knight
got
a
Lord
,
A
Lord
an
Earl
begot
,
An
Earl
got
a
Duke
,
This
Duke
he
was
a
Scot.
This
Duke
a
Prince
begot
,
A
Prince
of
royal
hope
,
He
begot
the
Emperor
,
The
Emperor
got
the
Pope
,
The
Pope
got
a
Bastard
,
He
was
a
noble
spark
,
He
lay
with
a
Nun
,
And
so
begot
a
Clark.
A
Clark
got
a
Sexton
,
A
Sexton
got
a
Vicar
,
A
Vicar
got
a
Parson
,
A
Parson
got
a
Vicar
,
And
they
were
all
made
Prebends
,
And
so
they
got
a
Dean
,
A
Dean
got
a
Bishop
,
A
Bishop
got
a
Quean
.
A
Quean
got
five
shillings
,
Five
shillings
got
a
smock
,
That
got
a
Scotch
prick
,
And
there
he
got
a
pock
.
A
Merchant
got
the
pock
,
And
set
it
in
a
Ring
,
And
gave
it
to
a
Lady
,
That
laid
it
to
her
thing
.
That
gave
it
to
her
Page
,
That
gave
it
to
his
master
,
That
sent
for
the
Surgeon
,
And
laid
to
it
a
plaister
.
The
plaister
was
too
hot
,
It
bred
to
him
much
pain
,
A
nach
was
in
his
—
And
so
this
man
—
A
Medley
.
1.
ROom
for
a
gamester
that
plays
at
all
he
sees
,
Whose
fickle
faith
is
fram'd
,
Sir
,
to
fit
such
times
as
these
;
One
that
cryes
Amen
to
ev'ry
factious
prayer
,
From
Hugh
Peters
Pulpit
to
St.
Peters
Chair
:
One
that
can
comply
with
Crosier
and
with
Crown
;
And
yet
can
bouze
A
full
carouze
,
While
bottles
tumble
down
,
Dery
down
.
2.
This
is
the
way
to
trample
without
trembling
,
Since
Sycophants
onely
secure
;
Covenants
and
Oaths
are
badges
of
dissembling
,
'T
is
the
politique
pulls
down
the
pure
:
To
plunder
and
pray
,
To
protest
,
and
betray
Are
the
only
ready
wayes
to
be
great
,
Flattering
will
do
the
feat
.
Ne're
go
,
ne're
stir
Have
ventred
farther
;
Then
the
greatest
of
our
Damme's
in
the
Town
From
a
Copper
to
a
Crown
.
3.
I
am
in
an
excellent
humor
now
to
think
well
,
And
I
'me
in
another
humor
now
to
drink
well
;
Fill
us
up
a
Beer-bowl
boy
,
That
we
may
drink
it
merrily
:
And
let
none
other
see
Nor
cause
to
understand
,
For
if
we
do
,
't
is
ten
to
one
we
are
Trepand
.
4.
Come
fill
us
up
a
brace
of
Quarts
,
VVhose
Anagram
is
call'd
true
hearts
;
If
all
were
true
as
I
would
ha'
them
,
And
Britain
were
cur'd
of
its
humor
,
Then
I
should
very
well
like
my
fate
,
And
drink
off
my
wine
at
a
freer
rate
Without
any
noise
or
rumor
;
And
then
I
should
fix
my
humor
.
5.
But
since
't
is
no
such
matter
change
your
hue
,
I
may
cog
,
and
flatter
,
so
may
you
;
Religion
Is
a
wigeon
,
And
reason
Is
treason
;
And
he
that
hath
a
noble
heart
may
bid
the
world
Adieu
.
6.
We
must
be
like
the
Scotish
man
,
Who
with
intent
to
beat
down
schism
Brought
forth
a
Presbyterian
;
A
Canon
and
a
Catechism
.
If
Beuk
won't
do
't
,
then
Iocky
shoot
,
The
Kirk
of
Scotland
doth
command
;
And
what
hath
bin
since
he
come
in
,
I
am
sure
we
ha
cause
to
understand
.
Medley
.
1.
The
Scot.
I
Am
the
bonny
Scot
Sir
,
My
name
is
mickle
Iohn
;
'T
is
I
was
in
the
plot
Sir
When
first
the
wars
began
,
I
left
the
Court
one
thousand
Six
hundred
forty
one
;
But
since
the
flight
At
Worster
fight
We
all
are
undone
.
I
serv'd
my
Lord
and
Master
When
as
he
liv'd
at
home
,
Untill
by
sad
disaster
He
receiv'd
his
doom
;
But
now
we
sink
,
Uds
bred
I
think
The
Deel's
gat
in
his
room
.
He
ne
man
spares
But
stamps
and
stairs
At
all
Christendom
.
2.
I
have
travel'd
mickle
grounds
,
Since
I
came
from
Worster
bounds
;
I
have
gang'd
the
jolly
rounds
Of
the
neighbouring
nations
,
And
what
their
opinions
are
Of
the
Scotch
and
English
war
,
In
geed
faith
I
sal
declare
,
And
their
approbation
.
Iockie
swears
He
has
his
load
,
Bears
the
rod
Comes
from
God
,
And
complaints
go
very
odd
Since
the
siege
at
Worster
:
VVe
were
wounded
Tag
and
rag
,
Foot
and
leg
,
VVemb
and
crag
;
Hark
I
hear
the
Dutchman
bag
,
And
begin
to
bluster
.
3.
The
Dutch.
Uds
Sacraments
sal
Hoghen
Moghen
States
Strike
down
der
top
sails
unto
puny
Powers
;
Ten
towsand
tun
of
Tivel
Dammy
Fates
,
If
dat
der
ships
and
goods
prove
not
all
ours
:
Since
dat
bloot
and
wounds
do
delight
dem
,
Tararara
Trumpets
sounds
,
Let
Van
Tromp
go
fort
and
fight
dem
;
All
de
States
shall
first
be
crown'd
,
English
Skellam
fight
not
on
goat
side
,
Out
at
last
de
Flemins
beat
Dey
ha
giv'n
us
sush
a
broad-side
;
Dat
ick
sal
be
forc't
to
retreat
,
See
de
French-man
he
comes
in
complete
.
4.
The
French.
By
Gat
monsieur
'tis
much
in
vain
For
Dushland
,
France
,
or
Spain
To
crosse
de
English
main
;
De
Nation
now
is
grown
so
strong
,
De
Divla
er
't
be
long
Must
learna
de
same
tongue
.
'T
is
bettra
den
far
to
combine
To
sel
dem
wine
,
And
teasha
dem
to
make
der
Laty
fine
;
Wee
'l
teash
dem
for
to
trip
and
minsh
,
To
kick
and
winsh
;
For
by
de
swo●d
we
never
sal
convince
,
Since
every
Brewer
dere
can
beat
a
Prince
.
5.
The
Spaniard
.
What
are
de
English
to
quarrel
so
prone
,
Dat
dey
cannot
now
adays
let
deir
neighbour
alone
And
sal
de
grave
and
de
Catolique
King
,
Before
ever
dus
control'd
wid
a
sword
&
a
sling
;
Sal
bode
de
Indias
be
left
unto
desway
,
And
purity
a
dose
dat
do
plunder
and
pray
:
E're
dat
we
will
suffer
such
affronts
for
to
be
,
Wee
'l
tumble
dem
down
,
as
you
sal
sennon
see
.
6.
The
Welch
.
Taffy
was
once
a
Cottamighty
of
Wales
Put
her
Cosin
O.
P.
was
a
Creater
,
Was
come
in
her
Country
Catsspluttery
nailes
,
Was
take
her
welch
hook
and
was
peat
her
;
Was
eat
up
her
Sheese
Her
Tuck
and
her
Geese
,
Her
Pick
,
her
Capon
was
ty
for
't
;
Ap
Richard
,
ap
Owen
,
ap
Morgan
,
ap
St●●en
,
Ap
Sbinkin
,
ap
Powel
was
fly
for
't
.
7.
The
Irish.
O
hone
,
O
hone
,
poor
Teg
and
shone
O
hone
may
howl
and
cry
Saint
Patrick
help
dy
Country-men
,
Or
fai●
and
trot
we
die
;
De
English
steal
our
hoatt
of
of
Usquebagh
,
Dey
put
us
to
de
sword
all
in
Dewguedagh
:
Help
us
St.
Patrick
we
ha
no
Saint
at
all
but
dee
,
O
let
us
cry
no
more
,
O
hone
,
a
cram
,
a
cree
!
8.
The
English.
A
Crown
,
a
Crown
,
make
room
The
English
man
is
come
,
Whose
valour
Is
taller
,
Then
all
Christendom
:
The
Spanish
,
French
,
and
Dutch
,
S●oech
,
Welch
,
and
Iris●
grutch
;
We
fear
not
We
care
not
,
For
we
can
deal
with
such
.
You
thought
when
we
began
in
a
civil
war
to
wast
Our
tillage
Your
pillage
Should
come
home
at
last
:
For
when
we
Could
not
agree
,
You
thought
to
share
in
our
fall
;
But
nere
stir
Sir
For
first
Sir
,
We
shall
noose
you
all
.
Medley
.
1.
The
English.
LEt
the
Trumpets
sound
And
the
rocks
rebound
,
Our
English
Natives
comming
;
Let
the
Nations
swarm
,
And
the
Princes
storm
;
We
value
not
their
drumming
.
'T
is
not
France
that
looks
so
smug
Old
fashions
still
renewing
,
It
is
not
the
Spanish
shrug
,
Scotish
Cap
,
or
Irish
rug
;
Nor
the
Dutch-mans
double
jug
Can
help
what
is
ensuing
;
Pray
my
masters
look
about
,
For
something
is
a
Brewing
.
2.
He
that
is
a
Favorite
consulting
with
Fortune
,
If
he
grow
not
wiser
,
then
he
's
quite
undone
;
In
a
rifing
creature
we
daily
see
certainly
,
He
is
a
retreater
that
fails
to
go
on
:
He
that
in
a
Builder's
trade
Stops
e're
the
roof
be
made
,
By
the
aire
he
may
be
betray'd
And
overthrown
:
He
that
hath
a
race
begun
,
And
let
's
the
Goale
be
won
;
He
had
better
never
run
,
But
let
t'alone
.
3.
Then
plot
rightly
,
March
sightly
,
Shew
your
glittering
arms
brightly
:
Charge
hightly
,
Fight
sprightly
;
Fortune
gives
renown
.
A
right
riser
Will
prize
her
,
She
makes
all
the
world
wiser
;
Still
try
her
,
Wee
'l
gain
by
her
A
Coffin
or
a
Crown
.
4.
If
the
Dutchman
or
the
Spaniard
Come
but
to
oppose
us
,
We
will
thrust
them
up
at
the
main-yard
,
If
they
do
but
but
nose
us
:
Hans
,
Hans
,
think
upon
thy
sins
,
And
then
submit
to
Spain
thy
master
;
For
though
now
you
look
like
friends
,
Yet
he
will
never
trust
you
after
;
Drink
,
drink
,
give
the
Dutchman
drink
,
And
let
the
tap
and
kan
run
faster
;
For
faith
,
at
the
last
I
think
A
Brewer
will
become
your
master
.
5.
Let
not
poor
Teg
and
Shone
Vender
from
der
houses
,
Lest
dey
be
quite
undone
In
der
very
Trowzes
:
And
all
der
Orphans
bestow'd
under
hatches
,
And
made
in
London
free
der
to
cry
matches
;
St.
Patrick
wid
his
Harp
do
tun'd
wid
tru
string
Is
not
fit
to
untie
St.
Hewson's
shoos-strings
.
6.
Methinks
I
hear
The
welch
draw
near
,
And
from
each
lock
a
louse
trops
;
Ap
Shon
,
ap
LLoyd
,
Will
spen'd
her
ploot
,
For
to
defend
her
mouse-traps
:
Mounted
on
her
Kifflebagh
With
coot
store
of
Koradagh
,
The
Pritish
war
begins
.
With
a
hook
her
was
over
come
her
Pluck
her
to
her
,
thrust
her
from
her
,
By
cot
her
was
preak
her
shins
.
Let
Ta●●y
fret
,
And
welch-hook
whet
,
And
troop
up
pettigrees
;
We
only
tout
Tey
will
stink
us
out
,
Wit
Leeks
and
toasted
Sheeze
.
7.
But
Iockie
now
and
Iinny
comes
,
Our
Brethren
must
approve
on
't
;
For
pret
a
Cot
dey
beat
der
drums
Onely
to
break
de
Couvenant
.
Dey
bore
Saint
Andrew's
Crosse
,
Till
our
army
quite
did
rout
dem
,
But
when
we
put
um
to
de
losse
De
deal
a
Crosse
about
dem
:
The
King
and
Couvenant
they
crave
,
Their
cause
must
needs
be
further'd
;
Although
so
many
Kings
they
have
Most
barbarously
,
basely
murther'd
.
8.
The
French.
The
French-man
he
will
give
consent
,
Though
he
trickle
in
our
veins
;
That
willingly
VVe
may
agree
,
To
a
marriage
with
grapes
and
graines
:
He
conquers
us
with
kindness
,
And
doth
so
far
entrench
,
That
fair
,
and
wise
,
and
young
,
and
rich
,
Are
finified
by
the
French
:
He
prettifies
us
with
Feathers
and
Fans
,
VVith
Petticoats
,
Doublets
,
and
Hose
;
And
faith
they
shall
Be
welcome
all
If
they
forbear
the
nose
.
For
love
or
for
fear
,
Let
Nations
forbear
;
If
fortune
exhibit
a
Crown
,
A
coward
he
Must
surely
be
,
That
will
not
put
it
on
.
To
his
Mistresse
denying
him
to
lie
with
her
.
HAte
me
dear
soul
,
&
say
no
more
you
love
,
If
I
must
onely
know
what
is
above
;
To
kiss
your
lips
and
hands
,
these
be
but
toys
,
And
torments
to
a
Lover
,
and
not
joyes
.
I
hate
the
wanton
folly
of
a
kisse
,
If
not
a
passage
to
a
further
blisse
;
Men
do
seek
mines
in
women
,
and
if
so
,
You
must
give
leave
to
them
to
dig
below
:
The
barren
face
of
earth
,
since
natures
arts
,
Hath
hid
such
treasures
in
the
lower
parts
:
Why
you
so
coy
?
youl
'd
fain
be
marryed
Before
that
you
would
lose
your
maidenhead
;
Then
may
I
claim
it
as
my
right
and
due
,
The
Law
doth
give
it
me
;
it
is
not
you
.
If
you
would
have
your
kindness
to
be
shown
Bestow
it
freely
while
it
is
your
own
.
Upon
a
Christmas
Dinner
in
a
Prison
.
HOld
hoops
and
hinges
,
burst
not
I
beseech
Your
ribs
with
laughing
,
at
my
hungry
speech
;
Hold
fast
,
be
sure
with
both
your
hands
for
fear
Your
sides
should
burst
and
spoile
your
hungry
chear
.
Listen
you
Plum-broth
Bolchins
to
the
fate
,
Of
a
distressed
prisoner
,
you
that
sate
And
lade
your
gorgeous
mawes
with
stately
chines
,
And
lusty
gamones
,
while
poor
virtue
pines
;
Feeding
on
nothing
but
thin
contemplation
And
barren
thoughts
;
pity
the
sad
relation
Of
the
cold
feast
I
kept
on
Christmas
last
,
More
justly
may
I
call
't
a
solemn
fast
:
When
all
your
mouths
in
an
united
motion
At
meat
,
walk'd
faster
then
at
your
devotion
Of
morning
prayers
;
I
unthought
of
lay
In
a
dark
sullen
Chamber
,
where
the
day
Seem'd
but
a
clear
night
;
nor
could
I
get
,
To
satisfie
poor
nature
one
small
bit
.
It
would
have
turn'd
the
stomack
of
a
cook
,
With
grief
,
to
see
how
piteous
I
did
look
.
The
little
animals
did
skip
and
trice
About
my
musty
Cell
,
there
yelped
mice
;
Alas
thought
they
,
will
no
one
us
befriend
,
So
much
as
with
a
Christmas
Candles
end
?
Well
fare
the
Chandlers
wife
,
and
may
she
bear
Each
year
a
Chub
,
we
pray
thee
nature
where
The
mid-wife
leapes
to
see
about
the
house
,
A
Groaning-Cheese
delivered
of
a
mouse
:
These
in
my
conscience
if
they
could
have
spake
,
Had
sung
the
lamentations
for
my
sake
,
Though
I
deserv'd
no
love
;
and
for
my
part
,
I
could
have
eaten
them
with
all
my
heart
.
I
wish'd
my self
a
prisoner
in
the
Tower
,
For
its
allowance
sake
for
half
an
hour
;
A
Judges
tongue
,
sopt
in
his
greasie
hand
,
Had
been
the
choicest
morsell
in
the
Land.
The
picking
of
his
teeth
too
had
been
rare
;
But
that
so
often
lick'd
with
lyes
they
are
.
A
tender
Cou●tier
,
though
scarce
sound
withall
I
could
have
swallowed
up
,
cloaths
,
legs
,
and
all
;
But
for
a
fear
,
grant
pumpt
and
storm
and
wind
This
roguish
bit
I
'de
eat
,
and
had
combin'd
His
carcasse
still
;
and
swallowed
whole
the
evil
,
Sending
his
soul
the
back-way
to
the
devil
:
I
do
believe
(
such
was
my
hungers
force
)
I
could
have
eaten
my
L.
Mayors
great
horse
.
Thus
well-nigh
famish'd
with
conceit
I
lay
,
Striving
to
sleep
,
and
so
forget
the
day
;
But
I
no
sooner
half
asleep
could
be
,
But
straight
my
entrails
crok'd
,
and
waken'd
me
:
Silence
quoth
I
,
you
chimes
of
Christmas
noon
,
And
be
content
to
fast
with
me
till
soon
;
It
may
be
we
shall
sup
,
if
not
I
'le
fill
My
belly
with
a
dream
,
good
guts
be
still
;
But
fortune
unexpected
to
prevent
Despair
,
afforded
me
a
limb
of
Lent
:
Sure
she
had
strange
reason
in
preferring
Before
all
meats
a
reverent
red
Hering
.
I
'm
loath
to
tell
thee
plainly
what
it
was
,
For
fear
your
mouth
should
water
as
you
pass
And
wrong
this
harmless
paper
by
its
side
,
Lay
a
neglected
crust
forth
roughly
dry'd
;
That
it
had
been
sometimes
mi●●ook
by
one
,
That
rub'd
his
boots
with
't
for
a
pumy
stone
:
Hard
fare
,
be
witness
heaven
,
and
my
jawes
That
ak'd
,
and
bled
,
most
freely
through
the
flawes
The
crust
had
made
upon
my
tender
gums
,
It
scowr'd
,
I
thought
't
was
sand
,
not
white
bread
crums
:
This
if
you
will
believe
a
virtuous
sinner
,
VVas
my
best
fare
,
for
my
last
Christmas
dinner
:
I
wish
,
not
having
known
the
like
before
,
I
may
fare
better
next
,
or
nere
know
more
;
Sir
,
since
my
muse
can
make
no
better
shift
,
My
Christmas
dinner
be
your
next
years
gift
.
An
Amorous
Catch
.
1.
I
See
how
unregarded
now
That
piece
of
beauty
passes
,
There
was
a
time
,
when
I
did
vow
To
thee
alone
;
but
mark
the
fate
of
faces
That
red
and
white
works
now
no
more
on
me
,
Then
if
it
could
not
charm
,
or
I
not
see
.
2.
And
yet
the
face
continues
good
,
And
I
have
still
desires
;
And
still
the
self-same
flesh
and
bloud
,
As
apt
to
melt
,
and
suffer
from
those
fires
:
O
some
kind
power
unriddle
where
it
lies
,
VVhether
my
heart
be
faulty
,
or
her
eyes
.
3.
She
every
day
her
man
doth
kill
,
And
I
as
often
die
;
Neither
her
power
,
nor
my
will
VVhere
lies
the
mystery
?
Sure
beauties
Empire
like
to
other
states
,
Hath
certain
Periods
set
,
and
hidden
fates
.
Another
.
1.
BOast
not
blind
boy
that
I
'me
thy
prize
,
'T
was
not
thy
dart
;
But
those
that
feather'd
with
her
eyes
,
First
strook
my
heart
,
Thy
ill-tutor'd
shaft
and
childish
Bow
On
faintly
,
loving
hearts
bestow
.
2.
I
vaunt
my
flames
,
and
dare
defie
Those
bug-bear
fires
;
That
onely
serve
to
terrifie
Fools
fond
desires
.
Hold
up
to
such
thy
painted
flame
As
tremble
,
when
they
hear
thy
name
.
3.
My
breast
no
fire
,
nor
dart
could
pierce
;
But
holy
flashes
:
Swifter
then
lightning
,
and
more
fierce
Burnt
mine
to
ashes
.
Come
let
them
sleep
in
unknown
rest
,
Since
fate
decreed
their
Urn
,
her
brest
.
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
:
Or
the
Man-hater
.
1.
I
Can
love
for
an
hour
,
when
I
'me
at
leasure
,
He
that
loves
half
a
day
sins
without
measure
;
Cupid
come
tell
me
,
what
art
hath
thy
mother
To
make
me
love
one
face
,
more
then
another
.
2.
Men
to
be
thought
more
wise
daily
endeavour
,
To
make
the
world
believe
they
can
love
ever
;
Ladies
believe
them
not
,
they
will
deceive
you
,
For
when
they
have
their
wills
,
then
they
will
leave
you
.
3.
Men
cannot
feast
themselves
with
your
sweet
features
,
They
love
variety
of
charming
creatures
;
Too
much
of
any
thing
sets
them
a
cooling
,
Though
they
can
do
nothing
they
wil
be
fooling
.
Another
Catch
.
YOu
say
you
love
me
,
and
you
swear
it
too
;
But
stay
Sir
't
will
not
do
:
I
know
your
oaths
,
Just
as
your
wearing
cloaths
;
Whil'st
now
,
and
fresh
in
fashion
,
But
once
grown
old
you
lay
them
by
Forgot
like
words
were
spoke
in
passion
,
I
'le
not
believe
you
,
I.
The
Frollique
.
THere
's
none
but
the
glad-man
,
Compar'd
to
the
mad-man
,
Whose
heart
is
still
empty
of
care
:
His
fits
and
his
fancies
Are
above
all
mischances
,
And
mirth
is
his
ordinary
fare
:
Then
be
thou
mad
,
And
he
mad
;
Mad
all
let
us
be
,
There
's
no
men
lead
lives
more
merry
than
we
.
The
Tinkers
.
1.
HA'
you
any
work
for
a
Tinker
mistris
?
Old
brass
,
old
bowles
,
old
kettles
,
I
'le
mend
them
all
with
a
faradiddle-twang
,
And
never
harm
your
mettals
.
2.
But
first
let
me
taste
a
cup
of
your
Ale
,
To
steel
me
against
cold
weather
,
For
Tinkers
fees
,
are
Vintners
Lees
,
Or
Tobacco
choose
you
whether
.
3.
Then
of
your
Ale
,
of
your
nappy
Ale
,
I
wish
I
had
a
firkin
;
For
I
am
old
,
and
very
,
very
cold
;
Yet
I
never
wore
a
Jerkin
.
The
Toper
.
1.
HOld
,
hold
thy
nose
to
the
pot
Tom
,
Tom
,
And
hold
thy
nose
to
the
pot
Tom
,
Tom
;
'T
is
thy
pot
,
And
my
pot
;
And
my
pot
,
And
thy
pot
:
Sing
hold
thy
nose
to
the
pot
Tom
,
Tom.
2.
'T
is
malt
that
will
cure
thy
maw
Tom
,
And
heal
thy
distempers
in
Autumn
;
Felix
quem
facient
I
prethee
be
patient
,
Aliena
pericula
cautum
.
3.
Then
hold
thy
nose
to
the
pot
Tom
,
Tom
,
Hold
,
hold
thy
nose
to
the
pot
Tom
,
Tom.
There
's
neither
Parson
,
nor
Vicar
,
But
will
tosse
off
his
liquor
,
Sing
hold
thy
nose
to
the
pot
Tom
,
Tom.
Half
mild
,
and
half
stale
.
1.
UNderneath
the
Castle-wall
the
Queen
of
love
sate
mourning
,
Tearing
of
her
golden
locks
,
her
red-rose
cheeks
adorning
;
With
her
Lilly
white
hands
she
smote
her
brest
,
And
said
she
was
forsaken
;
With
that
the
mountains
they
did
skip
,
And
the
hills
fell
all
a
quaking
.
2.
Underneath
the
rotten
hedge
,
the
Tinker's
wife
fate
shiting
,
Tearing
of
a
Cabbidge
leaf
,
her
shitten
Ar
—
a
wiping
;
With
her
cole-black
hands
she
scratcht
her
Ar
—
And
swore
she
was
beshitten
,
With
that
the
Pedlars
all
did
skip
,
And
the
Fidlers
fell
a
spitting
.
A
Resolution
not
to
marry
.
IF
she
be
fair
I
fear
the
rest
,
If
she
be
sweet
I
'le
hope
the
best
,
If
she
be
fair
they
'l
say
she
'l
do
,
If
she
be
foul
she
'l
do
so
too
.
If
she
be
fair
she
'l
breed
suspect
,
If
she
be
foul
she
'l
breed
neglect
.
If
she
be
born
o'
th'
bettet
sort
,
Then
she
doth
savour
of
the
Court
:
If
she
be
of
the
City
born
,
She
'l
give
the
City
arms
,
the
Horn.
If
she
be
born
of
parents
base
,
I
scorn
her
vertues
for
her
place
.
If
she
be
fair
and
witty
too
,
I
fear
the
harm
her
wit
may
do
:
If
she
be
fair
and
do
want
wit
,
I
love
no
beauty
without
it
.
In
brief
,
be
what
she
will
,
I
'm
one
That
can
love
all
,
but
will
wed
none
.
Another
.
1.
I
Am
resolv'd
in
my
belief
,
No
woman
has
a
soul
But
to
delude
,
that
is
the
chief
To
which
their
fancies
roul
;
Else
,
why
should
my
Aemilia
fail
,
When
she
her
faith
had
given
:
Since
oaths
,
that
either
ears
assail
,
Recorded
are
in
Heaven
.
2.
But
as
the
Chymists
glowing
fire
Swels
up
his
hope
of
prize
,
Untill
the
spirits
quite
expire
,
And
so
his
fortune
dies
:
So
,
though
they
seem
to
chirp
and
speak
What
we
do
most
implore
;
They
but
enflame
us
till
we
break
,
And
never
mind
us
more
.
Song
.
I
Prethee
sweet
heart
grant
me
my
desire
,
For
I
'm
thrown
as
the
old
Proverb
goes
;
Out
of
the
frying-pan
into
the
fire
,
And
there
is
none
that
will
pity
my
woes
;
Then
hang
or
drown'd
thy self
my
muse
,
For
there
is
not
a
T.
to
chuse
.
Most
maides
prove
coy
of
late
,
though
they
seem
holyer
,
Yet
I
believe
they
are
all
of
a
kind
▪
Like
will
to
like
,
quoth
the
Devil
to
the
Collier
;
They
will
prove
true
when
the
Devil
is
blind
,
Let
no
may
yield
to
their
desire
;
For
the
burnt
childe
still
dreads
the
fire
.
What
though
my
love
as
white
as
a
Dove
is
?
Yet
you
would
say
if
you
knew
all
within
,
That
shitten
come
shites
the
beginning
of
Love
is
;
And
for
her
favour
I
care
not
a
pin
;
No
love
of
mine
she
e're
shall
be
,
Sir
reverence
of
your
company
.
Though
her
disdainfulness
my
heart
hath
cloven
,
Yet
I
am
of
so
stately
a
mind
,
Nere
to
creep
into
her
arse
to
bake
in
her
oven
:
'T
is
an
old
Proverb
,
that
cat
will
to
kind
;
No
,
I
will
say
untill
I
die
,
Farewel
and
behang'd
,
that
's
twice
god
buy
.
Alas
no
rejoycing
or
comfort
I
can
take
,
In
her
that
regards
not
the
worth
of
a
lover
,
A
T.
is
as
good
for
a
sow
as
a
pancake
:
Swallow
this
Gudging
,
I
'le
fish
for
another
;
She
nought
regards
my
aking
heart
,
Tell
a
mare
a
tale
,
and
she
'l
let
a
fart
.
I
am
as
sure
as
my
shooes
are
made
of
leather
Without
good
advice
,
or
fortunate
helps
We
two
shall
never
set
our
horses
together
,
This
is
so
like
a
Bear
that
is
rob'd
of
her
whelps
;
Therefore
of
me
it
shall
nere
be
said
I
have
brought
an
old
house
upon
my
head
.
Fall
back
,
fall
edge
,
I
never
will
bound
be
,
To
make
a
match
with
tag
rag
or
longtale
;
Best
is
best
cheap
if
I
miss
not
the
naile
;
Shall
I
toile
gratis
in
their
durt
?
First
they
shall
do
as
doth
my
shurt
.
Solicitation
to
a
marryed
Woman
.
THou
dost
deny
me
cause
thou
art
a
wife
,
Know
she
that
's
marryed
lives
a
single
life
That
loves
but
one
;
abhor
the
nuptial
curse
Ty'd
thee
to
him
,
for
better
and
for
worse
.
Variety
delights
the
active
bloud
,
And
women
the
more
common
the
more
good
:
As
all
goods
are
,
their
's
no
adultery
;
And
marriage
is
the
worst
monopoly
.
The
learned
Roman
Clergy
admits
none
Of
theirs
to
marry
;
they
love
all
,
not
one
;
And
every
Nun
can
teach
you
't
is
as
meet
,
To
change
your
bed-fellow
,
as
smock
or
sheet
:
Say
,
would
you
be
content
onely
to
eat
Mutton
or
Beef
,
and
taste
no
other
meat
?
It
would
grow
loathsome
to
you
,
and
I
know
,
You
have
two
pallats
,
and
the
best
below
.
Tom
of
Bedlam
.
FRom
forth
the
Elizian
fields
A
place
of
restlesse
soules
,
Mad
Maudlin
is
come
,
to
seek
her
naked
Tom
,
Hells
fury
she
controules
:
The
damned
laugh
to
see
her
,
Grim
Pluto●colds
●colds
and
frets
,
Caron
is
glad
to
see
poor
Maudlin
mad
,
And
away
his
boat
he
gets
:
Through
the
Earth
,
through
the
Sea
,
through
unknown
iles
Through
the
lofty
skies
Have
I
sought
with
sobs
and
cryes
For
my
hungry
mad
Tom
,
and
my
naked
sad
Tom
,
Yet
I
know
not
whether
he
lives
or
dies
.
My
plaints
makes
Satyrs
civil
,
The
Nimphs
forget
their
singing
;
The
Fairies
have
left
their
gambal
and
their
theft
The
plants
and
the
trees
their
springing
.
Mighty
Leviathan
took
a
Consumption
,
Triton
broke
his
Organ
,
Neptune
despis'd
the
Ocean
;
Flouds
did
leave
their
flowing
,
Churlish
winds
their
blowing
,
And
all
to
see
poor
Maudlins
action
.
The
Torrid
Zone
left
burning
,
The
Deities
stood
a
striving
,
Despised
Iove
from
Iuno
took
a
glove
,
And
strook
down
Ran
from
whistling
.
Mars
for
fear
lay
couching
,
Apollo's
cap
was
fir'd
;
Poor
Charles
his
wain
was
thrown
into
the
main
,
The
nimble
Post
lay
tir'd
.
Saturn
,
Damas
,
Vulcan
,
Venus
,
All
lay
husht
and
drunk
,
Hells
fire
through
heaven
was
rim
,
Fates
and
men
remorseless
Hated
our
grief
and
ho●●sness
,
And
yet
not
one
could
tell
of
Tom.
Now
whi●her
shall
I
wander
?
Or
whi●her
shall
I
flye
?
The
heavens
do
weep
,
the
earth
,
the
air
,
the
deeps
Are
wearied
with
my
cry
.
Let
me
up
and
steal
the
Trumpet
That
summons
all
to
doom
;
At
one
poor
blast
the
Elements
shall
cast
All
creatures
from
her
womb
.
Dyon
with
his
Heptune
,
Death
with
destruction
,
Stormy
clouds
and
weather
,
Shall
call
all
souls
together
.
Against
I
find
my
Tomkin
I
le
provide
a
Pumkin
,
And
we
will
both
be
blithe
together
.
A
Song
.
SIR
Egley
More
that
valiant
Knight
,
With
his
fa-la
,
lanctre
down
dille
;
He
fetcht
his
sword
and
he
went
to
fight
With
his
fa-la
,
and
his
lanctre
down
dille
;
As
he
went
over
hill
and
dale
,
All
clothed
in
his
coat
of
male
,
With
his
fa-la
,
his
fa-la
,
and
his
lanctre
down
dille●
A
huge
great
Draggon
leaps
out
of
his
den
,
With
his
Which
had
kill'd
the
Lord
knows
how
many
men
,
With
his
But
when
he
saw
Sir
Egley
More
,
Good
lack
had
you
seen
how
this
Draggon
did
〈◊〉
,
With
his
This
Draggon
he
had
on
a
plaguy
hide
,
With
his
Which
could
both
sword
and
spear
abide
,
With
his
He
could
not
enter
with
hacks
and
cuts
,
VVhich
vext
the
Knight
to
the
heart
bloud
and
guts
;
VVith
his
All
the
trees
in
the
wood
did
shake
,
VVith
his
Stars
did
tremble
and
man
did
quake
,
VVith
his
But
had
you
seen
how
the
birds
lay
peeping
,
T'
would
have
made
a
mans
heart
to
a
fallen
a
weeping
.
VVith
his
,
&c.
But
now
it
was
too
late
to
fear
,
VVith
his
For
now
it
was
come
to
●ight
dog
,
fight
bear
,
VVith
his
And
as
a
yawning
he
did
fall
,
He
thrust
his
sword
in
hilts
and
all
.
VVith
his
But
now
as
the
Knight
in
choller
did
burn
,
With
his
He
ow'd
the
Dragon
a
shrew'd
good
turn
;
With
his
In
at
his
mouth
his
sword
he
bent
,
The
hilt
appeared
at
his
fundament
.
VVith
his
Then
the
Dragon
like
a
Coward
began
to
fly
VVith
his
Unto
his
Den
that
was
hard
by
;
With
his
And
there
he
laid
him
down
and
roar'd
;
The
Knight
was
vexed
for
his
sword
,
With
his
The
Sword
it
was
a
right
good
blade
With
his
As
ever
Turk
or
Spaniard
made
;
With
his
I
for
my
part
do
forsake
it
,
And
he
that
will
fetch
it
,
let
him
take
it
.
With
his
,
&c.
When
all
this
was
done
to
the
Ale-house
he
went
With
his
And
by
and
by
his
two
pence
he
spent
;
VVith
his
For
he
was
so
hot
with
tugging
with
the
Dragon
,
That
nothing
could
quench
him
but
a
whole
Flagon
.
VVith
his
Now
God
preserve
our
King
and
Queen
,
VVith
his
And
eke
in
London
may
be
seen
,
VVith
his
As
many
Knights
and
as
many
more
,
And
all
so
good
as
Sir
Eglemore
.
VVith
his
,
&c.
Cupid
and
the
Clown
.
AS
Cupid
took
his
bow
and
bolt
Some
birding
for
to
find
,
He
chanced
on
a
Country
Swain
Which
was
some
Yeomans
hinde
.
Clown
.
VVell
met
fair
boy
,
what
sport
abroad
?
It
is
a
goodly
day
;
The
birds
will
●it
this
frosty
morn
,
You
cannot
chuse
but
s●ay
.
Go
haste
,
why
Sir
?
your
eyes
be
out
,
You
will
not
bird
I
trow
;
Alas
go
home
,
or
else
I
think
The
birds
will
laugh
at
you
.
Cupid
.
VVhy
man
?
thou
dost
deceive
thy self
,
Or
else
my
mother
lyes
,
VVho
said
although
that
I
were
blind
,
My
arrowes
might
have
eyes
.
Clown
.
VVhy
then
thy
mother
is
a
Voole
,
And
thou
art
but
an
elfe
,
To
let
thy
arrowes
to
have
eyes
,
And
go
without
thy self
.
Cup.
Not
●o
Sir
Swain
,
but
hold
your
peace
,
If
I
do
take
a
shaft
;
I
'le
make
thee
know
what
I
can
do
,
VVith
that
the
plough-man
laught
.
The
angry
Cupid
drew
his
bow
,
Clo.
For
God
sake
kill
me
not
;
Cup.
I
'le
make
thy
Leather-head
to
crake
.
Clo.
Nay
childe
be
loath
of
that
.
The
stinging
arrow
hot
the
mark
,
And
pierc'd
the
silly
soul
;
You
might
know
by
his
hollow
eyes
VVhether
love
had
made
the
hole
.
And
●o
the
Clown
went
bleeding
home
,
To
stay
it
was
no
boot
;
And
knew
that
he
could
see
to
hi●
,
VVhich
could
not
see
to
shoot
.
A
Song
.
SIr
Francis
,
Sir
Francis
,
Sir
Francis
his
son
,
Sir
Robert
and
eke
Sir
William
did
come
And
eke
the
good
Earl
of
Southampton
March't
on
his
way
most
gallantly
;
And
then
the
Queen
began
to
speak
:
You
are
welcome
home
Sir
Francis
Drake
;
Then
came
my
Lord
Chamberlain
,
and
with
his
white
staffe
,
And
all
people
began
for
to
laugh
.
The
Queens
Speech
.
Gallants
all
of
British
bloud
,
VVhy
do
not
ye
saile
on
th'
Ocean
flood
?
I
protest
ye
are
not
all
worth
a
Philberd
,
Compared
with
Sir
Humphrey
Gilberd
.
The
Queens
Reason
.
For
he
walkt
forth
in
a
rainy
day
,
To
the
new-found
Land
he
took
his
way
,
With
many
a
gallant
fresh
and
green
;
He
never
come
home
agen
,
God
bless
the
Queen
.
A
Song
.
O
Thou
that
sleep'st
like
Pig
in
straw
,
Thou
Lady
dear
,
Arise
,
Arise
,
Arise
,
Hoping
to
keep
thy
son
in
awe
,
Thy
little
twinkling
eyes
.
And
having
stretcht
both
leg
and
arme
,
Put
on
thy
whiter
smock
;
And
for
to
keep
thy
body
warm
,
Thy
Peticoat
and
Dock
.
The
shops
were
open'd
long
ago
,
And
youngest
Prentise
go
ho
hoes
,
To
lay
at
's
Mistress
chamber
door
His
masters
shining
shoes
.
Arise
,
arise
,
why
should
you
sleep
,
Since
you
have
slept
enough
?
Long
since
French
boyes
cry'd
Chimny-sweep
,
And
Damsels
Kitchin-stuff
.
A
Song
.
NOne
but
my self
my
heart
do
keep
,
A●
I
on
Cowslip
bed
did
sleep
,
Near
to
a
pleasant
boge
;
Where
thou
my
pretty
●ogue
,
With
Knuckles
knocking
at
my
breast
,
Did
ask
for
my
three-corner'd
guest
,
And
whisphering
said
as
soft
as
voice
might
be
,
Come
forth
thou
little
rogue
to
me
.
A
thousand
thousand
fiends
as
black
as
foot
,
With
all
their
dirty
damms
to
boot
,
Take
thee
,
O
take
thee
every
day
,
For
stealing
I
and
my
poor
heart
away
.
This
heart
of
mine
for
joy
did
leap
,
And
follow'd
thee
even
step
by
step
;
Till
tired
at
the
last
,
't
was
thick
,
and
plump
,
and
round
before
,
Weighing
a
full
pound
weight
and
more
:
And
now
it
's
sunk
unto
the
skin
,
And
is
no
bigger
than
head
of
pin
.
A
thousand
thousand
fiends
as
black
as
●oot
,
With
all
their
durty
damms
to
boot
.
A
Song
.
ANdrew
and
Maudlin
,
Rebecca
and
Will
,
Margret
and
Thomas
,
and
Iocky
and
Mary
Kate
of
the
Kitchin
,
and
Kit
of
the
mill
,
Dick
the
plow-boy
,
and
Ioan
of
the
Dairy
,
To
solace
their
lives
and
to
sweeten
their
labor
,
They
met
on
a
time
with
a
pipe
and
a
tabor
.
Andrew
was
clothed
in
shepherds
gray
,
And
Will
had
put
on
his
holiday-Jacket
;
Beck
had
a
Peticoat
of
Popinjay
,
And
Meg
had
a
Ribbond
hung
down
to
her
placket
;
Meg
and
Molly
in
frize
,
Tom
and
Iackie
in
leather
,
And
so
they
began
to
foot
it
together
.
Their
head
and
their
arms
about
them
they
flang
With
all
the
might
and
the
force
that
they
had
;
Their
legs
were
like
flails
,
and
as
loosly
hang
,
For
they
cudgel'd
their
arses
as
if
they
'd
been
mad
;
Their
faces
did
shine
,
and
their
fires
did
kindle
,
And
here
they
did
trip
it
and
turn
like
a
spindle
.
Andrew
chuckt
Maudlin
under
the
chin
,
Simper
she
did
like
a
Furmity-kettle
;
The
sound
of
her
blober-lips
made
such
a
din
As
if
her
chops
had
been
made
of
bell-mettle
:
Kate
laughing
heartily
at
the
same
smack
,
She
presently
answers
it
with
a
bum-crack
.
At
no
Whitson-ale
was
ever
yet
seen
Such
friskers
and
frekers
as
those
lads
and
lasses
;
The
sweat
it
run
down
their
face
to
be
seen
,
And
sure
much
more
run
down
from
their
arses
;
Nay
,
had
you
been
there
you
might
well
have
sworn
,
You
had
ne're
beheld
the
like
since
you
were
born
.
Here
they
did
fling
and
there
they
did
hoyt
,
Here
a
hot
breath
,
and
there
went
a
savour
;
Here
they
did
glance
and
there
they
did
lout
,
Here
they
did
simper
and
there
they
did
slabor
;
Here
was
a
hand
and
there
was
a
●lacket
,
While
their
skirts
and
their
breeches
went
a
●●●ket
a
flacket
.
The
Dance
being
ended
,
they
sweat
and
they
stank
,
The
maidens
did
smerk
,
and
the
young
men
did
kiss
'um
,
Cakes
and
ale
flew
about
,
they
clapt
hands
and
they
drunk
,
They
laught
and
they
giggl'd
untill
they
bepist
'um
,
Thus
every
young
man
gave
each
a
greene
mantle
,
While
their
breasts
and
their
bellies
went
a
pintle-te
pantle
.
The
Ghost
.
1.
T
Is
late
and
cold
,
stir
up
the
fire
,
Sit
close
,
and
draw
the
table
nigher
;
Be
merry
and
drink
wine
that
is
old
,
A
hearty
medicine
'gainst
the
cold
.
2.
Your
beds
of
wanton
flesh
the
best
,
Come
ye
and
tumble
to
your
rest
:
I
could
well
wish
you
wenches
to
,
But
I
am
dead
and
cannot
do
.
3.
Call
for
the
best
till
the
house
doth
ring
,
Sack
,
VVhite
,
Claret
,
let
them
bring
,
And
tope
apace
whilst
breath
you
have
,
You
I
find
but
cold
drink
in
the
grave
.
4.
Partriges
,
Plovers
for
your
dinner
,
And
a
Capon
for
the
sinner
,
You
shall
have
ready
when
you
are
up
,
And
your
horse
shall
have
his
sup
.
Welcom
,
welcom
,
shall
flye
round
,
And
I
will
laugh
though
under
ground
.
The
Priests
Anthem
.
DEus
,
deus
meus
,
Alta
luce
vigilo
,
In
veritatibus
.
There
was
a
Fryer
of
the
sconce
,
And
he
could
not
say
his
Skence
,
He
laid
the
maid
down
upon
suspence
,
O
it
was
for
little
good
!
His
name
was
Little
Sir
Walter
,
And
he
could
not
say
his
Psalter
,
But
stood
quivering
behind
the
altar
,
Yet
Lord
,
how
his
man-Kellam
stood
!
Onus
,
unus
,
verbum
omnibus
.
Fryer
Thomas
came
to
Ninus
,
Desiring
her
to
do
him
a
pleasure
.
O
good
Sir
,
quoth
she
,
I
'le
tell
you
most
certainly
,
When
you
shall
find
me
at
leisure
.
Then
he
took
her
up
in
his
armibus
.
And
he
carried
her
into
a
cornibus
,
At
the
farther
end
of
all
the
Cloyster
;
He
laid
her
down
upon
her
bum
,
Ovis
,
in
nobis
,
profectum
,
And
there
he
opened
hed
Oyster
.
The
Huntsman
.
1.
OF
all
the
sports
the
world
doth
yield
,
Give
me
a
pack
of
hounds
in
field
,
Whose
eccho
sounds
shrill
through
the
sky
,
Makes
Iove
admire
our
harmony
,
And
wish
that
he
a
mortal
were
,
To
see
such
pleasures
we
have
here
.
2.
Some
do
delight
in
Masks
and
Playes
,
And
in
Diana's
Holy
dayes
.
Let
Venus
act
her
chiefest
skill
,
If
I
dislike
I
'le
please
my
will
;
And
choose
such
as
will
last
,
And
not
to
surfeit
when
I
tast
.
3.
Then
I
will
tell
you
a
sent
,
Where
many
a
horse
was
almost
spent
,
In
Chadwel
Close
a
hare
we
found
,
That
led
us
all
a
smoking
round
;
O're
hedge
and
ditch
away
she
goes
,
Admiring
her
approaching
foes
.
4.
But
when
she
felt
her
strength
to
waste
,
She
parlyed
with
the
hounds
in
haste
.
The
Hare
.
You
gentle
dogs
forbear
to
kill
A
harmless
beast
that
ne'r
did
ill
:
And
if
your
masters
sport
do
crave
▪
I
'le
lead
a
sent
as
they
would
have
.
5.
The
Hounds
.
Away
,
away
,
thou
art
alone
,
Make
haste
we
say
,
and
get
thee
gone
;
We
'l
give
thee
leave
for
half
a
mile
,
To
see
if
thou
canst
us
beguile
:
But
then
expect
a
thundering
cry
,
Made
by
us
and
our
company
.
6.
The
Hare
.
Then
since
you
set
my
life
so
light
,
I
'le
make
Black
lovely
turn
to
white
;
And
York-shire
Gray
,
that
runs
at
all
I
'le
make
him
wish
in
his
stall
;
And
Sorrel
,
he
that
seems
to
fly
,
I
'le
make
him
sickly
e're
he
die
.
7.
Let
Burham
Bay
do
what
he
can
,
And
Barton
Gray
,
which
now
and
than
Doth
strive
to
winter
up
my
way
;
I
'le
neither
make
him
sit
nor
play
.
And
constant
Robin
,
though
he
lie
At
his
advantage
,
what
care
I
?
8.
But
here
Kit
Bolton
did
me
wrong
,
As
I
was
running
all
along
;
For
with
one
pat
he
made
me
so
,
That
I
went
reeling
too
and
fro
:
Then
,
if
I
die
your
masters
tell
,
That
fool
did
ring
my
passing-Bell
.
9.
But
if
your
masters
pardon
me
,
I
'le
lead
them
all
to
Througabby
;
Where
constant
Robin
keeps
a
room
To
welcome
all
the
Guests
that
come
,
To
laugh
,
and
quaff
in
Wine
,
and
Beer
A
full
C●rouze
to
their
Career
.
10.
The
Hounds
.
Away
,
away
,
since
't
is
our
nature
To
kill
thee
,
and
no
other
creature
,
Our
masters
they
do
want
a
bit
;
And
thou
wilt
well
become
the
spit
:
They
eat
the
flesh
,
we
pick
the
bone
,
Make
haste
we
say
,
and
get
thee
gone
.
11.
The
Hare
.
Your
masters
may
abate
their
chear
,
My
meat
is
dry
;
and
Butter
dear
;
And
if
with
me
they
'de
make
a
friend
,
They
had
better
give
a
pudding's
end
:
Besides
once
dead
,
then
sport
they
'l
lack
,
And
I
must
hang
on
the
Huntsman's
back
.
12.
The
Hounds
.
Alas
poor
Hare
we
pity
thee
,
If
with
our
nature
't
would
agree
,
But
all
thy
doubling
shifts
we
fear
Will
not
prevent
thy
death
so
near
.
Then
make
thy
Will
,
for
it
may
be
that
May
save
thee
;
else
,
we
know
not
what
.
13.
Then
I
do
give
my
body
free
,
Unto
your
masters
courtesie
;
And
if
they
'l
spare
till
sport
be
scant
,
I
'le
be
their
game
,
when
they
do
want
:
But
when
I
'm
dead
each
greedy
hound
Will
trail
my
entrails
on
the
ground
.
14.
VVere
ever
dogs
so
basely
crost
?
Our
masters
call
us
off
so
fast
,
That
we
the
sent
have
almost
lost
;
And
they
themselves
must
lose
the
roast
,
VVherefore
,
kind
Hare
we
pardon
you
:
Thanks
gentle
Hounds
,
and
so
Adieu
.
The
Reform'd
University
.
DAme
Learning
of
late
is
fled
the
Land
,
Foul
befal
her
suitors
all
,
That
could
in
her
way
no
longer
stand
.
Diogenes
come
,
seek
up
and
down
At
noon
bright
,
with
lanthorne
and
light
To
see
if
she
be
hid
under
a
Gown
.
Thus
the
whole
University
pry
,
From
the
grand
Doctor
to
the
small
fry
Peep
here
,
and
peep
there
,
the
devil
a
scholler
you
'l
spy
.
The
freshman
that
before
he
has
eaten
,
All
to
gabbles
his
Predicables
,
Breaks
his
fast
upon
butter'd
Seaton
:
VVho
when
he
comes
home
to
his
mother
confut's
her
Talking
bigger
of
casting
a
figure
In
conjuring
Sophoms
,
made
by
his
tutor
.
Thus
the
whole
University
pry
,
&c.
The
Soph
when
speech
extempore
makes
,
Thinks
he
flyes
in
the
skies
,
When
a
jest
in
false
Latin
he
makes
:
Then
led
in
triumph
to
the
Sack
tuns
Thinks
it
fit
to
be
drunk
in
wit
VVhilst
a
tilt
the
Philosopher
runs
.
Thus
through
the
whole
University
pry
,
&c.
The
Doctor
that
comes
up
with
his
man
,
Promising
Nan
to
commence
if
he
can
,
And
to
buy
mistriss
Doctress
a
Fan
;
That
his
wife
may
sit
above
and
go
finer
,
His
silver
he
spends
,
and
his
Latin
ends
Venturing
far
to
deny
the
minor
Thus
through
the
whole
University
,
&c.
At
his
act
he
was
sullen
in
the
fight
,
And
would
not
answer
:
yet
anon
,
Sir
He
'l
invite
you
kindly
at
night
;
Though
the
poor
Knight
be
cast
off
his
crupper
,
And
shrewdly
fears
he
has
wrong'd
your
ears
He
'l
make
your
pallats
amends
at
supper
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Emperik
that
to
kill
do's
his
endeavour
Whilst
he
framed
diseased
names
Able
to
cast
a
man
into
a
Feaver
:
When
he
comes
to
dispute
in
form
and
matter
,
Looking
as
pale
as
his
Urinal
Shakes
his
head
as
he
were
casting
of
water
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Lawyer
that
comes
up
with
his
grace
,
Forgetting
in
hast
his
Latin
is
cast
,
And
abus'd
into
a
pitiful
case
;
Then
vext't
with
Priscian
will
not
faile
(
Though
the
action
be
of
Battery
)
To
break
his
head
,
and
cut
off
his
taile
.
Thus
through
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Schcoolman
his
time
in
Nonsence
spends
,
Breaks
his
brain
about
Captain
,
Sweats
to
make
Scotus
and
Thomas
good
friends
Learnedly
scolding
with
reason
doth
cuffe
;
Without
doubt
of
the
truth
is
out
And
sans
question
is
wise
enough
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
School-Divine
that
troubles
his
sence
,
If
created
he
were
in
Paradise
:
Whether
Adam
did
eat
it
in
innocence
;
If
the
apple
was
par'd
that
was
eat
at
the
fall
,
What
need
they
had
of
a
taylors
trade
,
What
thread
the
fig-leaves
were
sowed
withall
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Preacher
that
with
fury
doth
rush
on
The
Pulpit
,
threats
and
all
to
beats
The
thred-bare
conscience
of
the
poo●
cushion
Who
from
a
Coblers
stall
is
driven
,
Soules
to
mend
to
th'
everlasting
end
,
And
sets
'em
upright
in
the
way
to
heaven
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
Against
the
Pope
poor
man
he
takes
on
,
All
Bellarmine
thwacks
;
till
his
head
akes
Scourging
the
VVhore
of
Babylon
:
The
roast-meat
suffers
for
the
sinner
;
Till
folk
devout
with
the
glasse
run
out
,
Swearing
't
is
heresie
to
lose
their
dinner
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Orator
that
is
bound
to
wear
Sattin
With
his
tantum's
,
and
his
quantum's
On
Tullies
head
seizes
a
part
of
his
Latin
:
VVith
Rhetorick
cringe
,
to
Embassadors
prate
,
In
metaphor
fine
with
trope
divine
;
VVith
a
high
timber'd
stile
,
and
a
stately
gate
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
And
to
the
Chancellour
makes
a
great
face
Swell'd
in
puff-paste
of
Eloquence
vast
:
The
phrases
in
Godwins
Antiquities
trace
.
With
ale-conceit
like
a
herring
bloat
,
With
a
candi'd
voice
,
and
action
choice
,
Like
a
Gentleman
with
a
bur
in
his
throat
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Poet
that
with
the
nine
muses
lies
,
Till
he
betrays
some
bastard
playes
,
And
undoes
the
Colledge
with
Comedies
Though
he
anew
translate
rhe
Psalmes
,
Sings
painted
laies
for
holy
dayes
;
Abuses
devotion
in
Epigrames
.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Schoolmaster
that
makes
many
a
martyr
,
Boyes
can
teach
,
and
to
women
preach
,
For
his
half
Crown
once
in
a
quarter
:
He
laies
about
like
a
Demi-God
,
Picking
riches
out
of
their
breeches
,
With
a
construing
face
,
and
a
piercing
rod.
Thus
the
whole
University
,
&c.
The
Freshman
is
simple
,
the
Soph
too
false
,
The
Philosopher
sad
,
the
Poet
mad
;
The
Physitian
weak
,
the
Lawyer
false
,
The
Orator
cold
,
the
Preacher
too
hot
;
The
master
of
the
school
,
and
's
man
a
fool
,
The
Divine
too
curious
,
and
Doctor
a
sot
.
Thus
through
the
whole
University
pry
,
From
the
grand
Doctor
to
the
small
fry
,
And
peep
here
,
and
peep
there
,
the
devil
a
Scholler
you
'l
spy
.
The
shiftlesse
Student
.
IN
a
melancholly
study
,
None
but
my self
,
Methought
my
muse
grew
muddy
,
After
seven
years
reading
,
And
costly
breeding
I
felt
but
could
find
no
pelfe
.
Into
learned
wrags
I
have
rent
my
plush
and
satten
,
And
now
am
fit
to
beg
in
Hebrew
,
Greek
,
and
Latin
;
Instead
of
Aristotle
would
I
had
got
a
pattent
.
Alas
poor
schollar
!
whether
wilt
thou
go
?
Cambridge
now
I
must
leave
thee
And
follow
Fate
,
Colledge
hopes
deceive
me
;
I
oft
expected
To
have
been
elected
,
But
desert
is
reprobate
.
Masters
of
Colledges
have
no
common
graces
,
And
those
that
have
fellowships
have
but
common
places
,
And
those
that
schollers
are
,
they
must
have
handsome
Faces
.
Alas
,
&c.
I
have
bow'd
,
I
have
bended
,
And
all
in
hope
One
day
to
be
befriended
;
I
have
preach'd
,
I
have
printed
,
VVhat
e're
I
hinted
To
please
our
English
Pope
.
I
worshipt
toward
the
East
but
the
sun
does
now
forsake
me
,
I
find
that
I
am
falling
,
the
Northern
winds
do
shake
me
;
VVould
I
had
been
upright
,
for
bowing
now
will
break
me
.
Alas
poor
scholler
,
&c.
At
great
preferment
I
aimed
VVitnesse
my
silk
,
But
now
my
hopes
are
mained
;
I
lookt
lately
To
live
most
stately
On
a
Dairy
of
Bell-ropes-milk
.
But
now
alas
!
my self
I
must
not
flatter
;
Bigamy
of
steeples
is
grown
a
hanging
matter
,
Each
man
must
have
but
one
,
and
Curates
will
grow
fatter
.
Alas
,
&c.
Into
some
Country
Village
Thither
will
I
go
,
VVhere
neither
tith
,
nor
tillage
The
greedy
Patron
,
And
parch'd
Matron
Swear
to
the
Church
they
owe.
These
if
I
can
preach
and
pray
too
on
a
sudden
And
confute
the
Pope
at
adventures
without
studying
.
Then
ten
pound
a
year
,
besides
a
Sunday
pudding
.
Alas
,
&c.
All
the
arts
I
have
skill
in
Divine
and
humane
Are
not
worth
a
shilling
:
VVhen
the
women
hear
me
,
They
do
but
jeere
me
,
And
say
I
am
profane
.
Once
I
remember
I
preached
with
a
weaver
,
I
quoted
Austine
,
he
quoted
Dod
and
Cleaver
;
I
nothing
got
,
he
got
a
cloake
and
beaver
.
Alas
,
&c.
Ships
,
ships
,
ships
,
I
discover
Crossing
the
maine
;
Shall
I
in
,
and
over
,
Turn
Jew
or
Atheist
,
Turk
or
Papist
,
To
Geneva
or
Amsterdam
?
Bishopricks
are
voiding
,
Scotland
shall
I
thither
?
Or
follow
Windebank
,
or
Finch
to
see
if
either
Do
want
a
Priest
to
shrieve
them
?
O
no
't
is
blustring
weather
!
Alas
,
&c.
Ho
,
Ho
,
Ho
,
I
have
hit
it
,
Peace
goodman
fool
Thou
hast
a
trade
will
fit
it
;
Draw
thy
Indenture
,
Be
bound
at
adventure
An
aprentise
to
a
free-school
.
There
thou
mayst
command
by
William
Lillys
Charter
;
There
thou
mayst
whip
,
strip
,
hang
and
draw
,
and
quarter
;
And
commit
to
the
red
rod
,
both
Tom
,
and
Will
,
and
Arthur
.
I
,
I
,
't
is
thither
,
thither
will
I
go
.
The
Townsmen's
Petition
to
the
King
that
Cambridge
might
be
made
a
City
.
NOw
scholers
look
unto
it
,
For
you
will
all
be
undone
,
For
the
last
week
you
know
it
The
townsmen
rid
to
London
.
The
mayor
if
that
he
thrives
,
Has
promis'd
on
his
word
,
The
King
a
paire
of
knives
If
he
'l
grant
him
a
sword
;
That
he
may
put
the
Beadles
down
,
And
walk
in
worship
here
;
And
kill
all
Schollers
in
the
town
,
That
thus
do
domineere
.
And
then
unto
the
Court
They
do
themselves
repaire
,
To
make
the
King
some
sport
,
And
all
his
Nobles
there
.
He
down
upon
his
knee
,
Both
he
and
they
together
;
A
sword
he
cryes
(
good
King
give
me
)
That
I
may
cut
a
feather
.
There
's
none
at
all
I
have
at
home
VVill
fit
my
hand
I
swear
;
But
one
of
yours
will
best
be
come
A
sword
to
domineere
.
These
schollers
keep
such
reaks
,
As
makes
us
all
afraid
;
For
if
to
them
a
townsman
speak
They
will
pull
off
his
beard
.
But
if
your
Grace
such
licence
gives
,
Then
let
us
all
be
dead
;
If
each
of
us
had
not
as
live
He
should
pull
off
his
head
.
They
call
us
silly
Dunkirks
too
,
VVe
know
not
why
nor
where
;
All
this
they
do
,
and
more
then
this
,
Cause
they
will
domineere
.
A
speech
,
if
I
do
make
,
That
has
much
learning
in
't
;
A
scholler
comes
and
takes't
And
sets
it
out
in
print
.
We
dare
not
touch
them
for
our
lives
;
(
Good
King
have
pity
on
us
)
For
first
they
play
opon
our
wives
,
And
then
make
Songs
upon
us
.
Would
we
had
power
to
put
,
And
turn
on
them
the
jeer
!
Then
we
'd
do
the
best
we
could
But
we
would
domineere
.
They
stand
much
on
their
wit
,
We
know
not
what
it
is
:
But
surely
had
we
liked
it
,
We
had
got
some
e're
this
.
But
since
it
will
no
better
be
,
We
are
constrain'd
to
frame
Petitions
to
your
Majesty
These
witty
ones
to
tame
.
A
sword
would
scare
them
all
(
I
say
)
And
put
them
in
great
fear
;
A
sword
therefore
(
good
King
)
we
pray
,
That
we
may
domineere
.
Which
if
your
Grace
permits
,
VVee
'l
make
them
look
about
'um
;
But
yet
they
are
such
pleasant
wits
VVe
cannot
live
without
'
um
.
They
have
such
pretty
arguments
To
run
upon
our
score
;
They
say
fair
words
,
and
good
intents
Are
worth
twice
as
much
more
:
And
that
a
Clown
is
highly
grac'd
To
sit
a
scholler
near
;
And
thus
we
are
like
fools
out-fac'd
,
And
they
do
domineere
.
Now
if
you
will
renew
,
To
us
your
Graces
Charter
;
Wee
'l
give
a
ribbond
blew
To
some
Knight
of
the
Garter
:
A
cap
also
we
want
,
And
maintenance
much
more
;
And
yet
these
schollers
brag
and
vaunt
As
if
they
had
good
store
.
But
not
a
penny
we
can
see
,
Save
once
in
twice
seven
year
;
They
say
it
is
no
policy
Dunkerks
should
domineere
.
Now
reason
,
reason
eryes
alas
!
Good
Lordlings
mark
it
well
;
A
scholler
told
me
that
it
was
A
perfect
parallel
.
Their
case
and
ours
so
equal
stands
,
As
in
a
way-scale
true
;
A
pound
of
Candles
in
each
hand
Will
neither
higher
shew
.
Then
prethee
listen
to
my
speech
,
As
thou
shalt
after
hear
:
And
then
I
doubt
it
not
(
my
Liege
)
But
we
shall
domineere
.
Vice-chancellours
they
have
,
And
we
have
mayors
wise
;
(
grave
VVith
Proctours
,
and
with
taskers
Our
Bailiffes
we
may
seize
.
Their
silver
staves
keep
much
adoe
,
Much
more
our
silver
Maces
;
And
so
methinks
our
Sergeants
too
Their
Beadle-squires
out-faces
.
And
if
we
had
a
sword
I
think
,
Along
the
street
to
bear
;
T'
would
make
the
proudest
of
'em
shrink
And
we
should
domineere
.
They
have
Patrons
of
Nobility
,
And
we
have
our
partakers
:
They
'ave
Doctors
of
Divinity
,
And
we
our
basket-makers
:
Their
heads
are
our
brethren
dear
,
Their
Fellowes
our
housholders
;
Shall
match
them
,
and
we
think
to
bear
Them
down
by
head
and
shoulders
.
A
sword
therefore
good
King
,
we
pray
That
we
may
keep
them
there
;
Since
every
dog
must
have
his
day
,
Let
us
once
domineere
.
When
they
had
made
the
King
to
laugh
And
see
one
kiss
his
hand
,
Then
little
mirth
they
make
,
as
if
His
mind
they
understand
.
Avoid
the
room
an
Usher
cryes
,
The
King
would
private
sup
;
And
so
they
all
came
down
like
fools
As
they
before
went
up
.
They
cry'd
God
blesse
his
Majesty
,
And
then
no
doubt
(
they
sweare
)
They
'le
have
the
town
made
a
City
,
And
there
to
domineere
.
But
wot
you
what
the
King
did
think
,
And
what
his
meaning
was
;
I
vow
unto
you
by
this
drink
A
rare
device
he
has
.
His
Majesty
has
pen'd
it
,
That
they
'l
be
ne're
the
better
;
And
so
he
meanes
to
send
it
All
in
a
Latin
letter
;
Which
when
it
comes
for
to
be
read
,
It
plainly
will
appear
;
The
townsmen
they
must
hang
the
head
,
And
the
schollers
must
domineere
.
The
draining
of
the
Fennes
.
THe
up-land
people
are
full
of
thoughts
,
And
do
despair
of
after-rain
;
Now
the
sun
is
rob'd
of
his
mornings
draughts
They
're
afraid
they
shall
never
have
shower
again
.
Then
apace
,
apace
drink
,
drink
deep
,
drink
deep
,
Whilst
't
is
to
be
had
lets
the
liquor
ply
;
The
drainers
are
up
,
and
a
coile
they
keep
,
And
threaten
to
drain
the
Kingdom
dry
.
Our
smaller
rivers
are
now
dry
land
,
The
Eeles
are
turn'd
to
serpents
there
;
And
if
old
father
Thames
play
not
the
man
Then
farewel
to
all
good
English
Beer
.
Then
apace
,
apace
drink
,
&c.
The
Dutchman
hath
a
thirsty
soul
,
Our
Cellars
are
subject
to
his
call
:
Let
every
man
then
lay
hold
on
his
boul
'T
is
pity
the
German-Sea
should
have
all
.
Then
apace
,
apace
drink
,
&c.
Our
new
Philosophers
rob
us
of
fire
,
And
by
reason
do
strive
do
maintaine
that
theft
;
And
now
that
the
water
begins
to
retire
We
shall
shortly
have
never
an
Element
left
.
Then
apace
,
apace
drink
,
&c.
Why
should
we
stay
here
then
and
perish
with
thirst
?
To
th'
new
world
in
the
moon
away
let
us
goe
;
For
if
the
Dutch
colony
get
thither
first
,
'T
is
a
thousand
to
one
but
they
'l
drain
that
too
.
Then
apace
,
apace
drink
,
&c.
Non-sense
.
OH
that
my
lungs
could
bleat
like
butter'd
pease
!
But
bleating
of
my
lungs
hath
caught
the
itch
,
And
are
as
mangy
as
the
Irish
seas
,
That
doth
ingender
wind-mills
on
a
bitch
.
I
grant
that
Rain-bows
being
lull'd
asleep
,
Snort
like
a
woodknife
in
a
Ladies
eyes
;
Which
makes
her
grieve
to
see
a
pudding
creep
,
For
creeping
puddings
onely
please
the
wise
.
Not
that
a
hard-roe'd
Herring
should
presume
To
swing
a
tithe-pig
in
a
Cat-skin
purse
;
For
fear
the
hailstones
which
did
fall
at
Rome
,
By
lessening
of
the
fault
should
make
it
worse
.
For
't
is
most
certain
winter
wool-sacks
grow
From
geese
to
swans
,
if
men
could
keep
them
so
,
Till
that
the
sheep-shorn
Planets
gave
the
hint
To
pickle
Pancakes
in
Geneva
print
.
Some
men
there
were
that
did
suppose
the
skye
Was
made
of
carbonado'd
antidotes
:
But
my
opinion
is
,
a
whales
left
eye
Need
not
be
coyned
all
King
-
Harry-groats
:
The
reason
's
plain
,
for
Charons
western
barge
Running
a-tilt
at
the
Subjunctive
mood
,
Beckned
to
Bednal-green
,
and
gave
him
charge
To
fatten
Pad-locks
with
Antartick
food
.
The
end
will
be
the
mill-pools
must
be
laded
,
To
fish
for
whitepots
in
a
countrey
dance
;
So
they
that
suffer'd
wrong
and
were
upbraded
,
Shall
be
made
friends
in
a
left-handed
trance
.
In
praise
of
Ale.
WHenas
the
Chilly
Rock
once
blows
,
And
winter
tells
a
heavy
tale
,
When
Pyes
,
and
Daws
,
and
Rooks
,
and
Crows
Sit
cursing
of
the
frosts
and
snows
;
Then
give
me
ale
.
Ale
in
Saxon
Rumken
then
,
Such
as
will
make
grim
Malkin
prate
,
Rouseth
up
valour
in
all
men
,
Quickens
the
poets
wit
and
pen
,
Despiseth
fate
.
Ale
that
the
absent
battle
fights
,
And
frames
the
march
of
Swedish
drums
,
Disputes
the
Princes
laws
and
rights
,
And
what
is
past
and
what
's
to
come
,
Tells
mortal
wights
.
Ale
that
the
plow-mans
heart
up-keeps
,
And
equals
it
with
Tyrants
thrones
;
That
wipes
the
eye
that
over-weeps
,
And
lulls
in
soft
and
secure
sleeps
The
weary'd
bones
.
Grandchild
of
Ceres
,
Barley's
daughter
,
Wine
's
emulous
neighbour
,
if
but
stale
;
Ennobling
all
the
Nymphs
of
water
,
And
filling
each
mans
heart
with
laughter
.
Ha
,
ha
,
give
me
ale
.
A
Riddle
of
a
Goosberry
.
THere
is
a
bush
fit
for
the
nonce
,
That
beareth
pricks
and
precious
stones
,
The
fruit
of
which
most
Ladies
pull
;
'T
is
round
,
and
smooth
,
and
plump
,
and
full
,
It
yields
rare
moisture
,
pure
and
thick
,
And
seldom
makes
a
Lady
sick
;
They
put
it
in
,
and
then
they
move
it
,
Which
makes
it
melt
,
and
then
they
love
it
:
So
what
was
round
,
and
plump
,
and
hard
,
Grows
lanck
,
and
thin
,
and
poor
,
and
mar'd
;
The
sweetness
suckt
,
their
holes
wipe
they
And
throw
the
empty
skin
away
.
A
Bull
Prologue
.
YOu
that
do
sitting
stand
to
see
our
Play
Which
must
this
night
be
acted
,
here
to
day
,
Be
silent
pray
,
though
you
aloud
do
talk
Stir
not
a
foot
,
though
up
and
down
you
walk
;
For
every
silent
noise
the
Players
see
Will
make
them
mute
,
and
speak
full
angerly
;
But
go
not
yet
,
untill
you
do
depart
And
unto
us
your
smiling
frownes
impart
;
And
we
most
thankless
thankful
will
appear
,
And
waite
upon
you
home
;
but
yet
stay
here
.
Another
Prologue
.
BE
blithe
Fobdodles
!
for
my
author
knows
How
to
delight
your
eyes
,
your
ears
,
your
nose
;
But
first
of
all
your
eyes
shall
pleased
be
With
cloth
of
Gold
,
Tyssue
and
Taffare
:
Blow
but
your
nose
,
and
purifie
that
sense
,
For
you
shall
smell
perfumes
and
franckincense
And
eke
soft
musick
:
therefore
sit
you
still
,
Smile
like
the
Lilly
flower
,
whilst
trumpets
sound
,
And
our
endeavours
with
your
love
be
ctown'd
.
An
Epilogue
upon
the
honest
Lawyer
.
Gentlemen
,
HE
that
wrote
this
Play
ne'er
made
Play
before
And
if
this
like
not
,
ne're
will
write
Play
more
And
so
he
bid
me
tell
you
.
Loves
Progresse
.
WHo
ever
loves
,
if
he
do
not
propose
The
right
true
end
of
love
;
he
's
one
that
goes
To
sea
,
for
nothing
but
to
make
him
sick
,
●nd
love
's
a
bear-whelp
born
,
if
over
lick
Our
love
;
and
cause
it
new
strange
forms
to
take
We
erre
;
and
of
a
lump
a
monster
make
.
Were
not
a
Calf
a
mons●et
,
that
was
grown
●ac'd
like
a
man
,
though
better
then
his
own
.
●●●fection
is
in
Unity
,
so
prefer
●he
woman
first
:
and
then
one
thing
in
her
.
●
where
I
value
Gold
,
may
think
upon
●he
purity
,
the
application
;
The
wholesomness
,
the
ingenuity
;
From
rust
,
from
soil
,
from
fire
for
ever
free
;
But
if
I
love
it
,
't
is
because
its
made
By
(
our
new
nature
)
use
,
the
soul
of
trade
:
All
this
in
women
we
might
think
upon
,
If
women
had
them
,
and
yet
love
but
one
.
Can
men
more
injure
women
than
to
say
,
They
love
for
that
,
by
which
they
are
not
they
Makes
vertue
woman
?
must
I
cool
my
bloud
Till
I
both
find
and
see
one
wise
and
good
?
May
barren
angels
love
so
:
but
if
we
Make
love
to
woman
,
vertue
is
not
she
;
As
beauty
is
not
,
nor
wealth
;
he
that
strayes
thu●
From
her
to
hers
is
more
adulterous
,
Than
he
that
took
her
maid
.
Search
every
sphere
And
firmament
,
our
Cupid
is
not
there
:
He
's
an
infernal
god
,
and
under
ground
With
Pluto
dwells
,
where
gold
and
fire
abound
Men
to
such
gods
their
sacrificing
coals
,
Laid
not
on
altars
,
but
in
pits
and
holes
.
Although
we
see
celestial
bodies
move
Above
the
earth
,
the
earth
we
till
and
love
:
So
we
her
heirs
contemplate
,
words
and
heart
,
And
vertues
,
but
we
love
the
centrique
part
.
Nor
is
the
soul
more
worthy
or
more
fit
For
love
than
that
,
as
infinite
as
it
.
But
in
attaining
this
desired
place
,
How
much
they
erre
that
set
out
at
the
face
?
The
hair
a
forrest
is
of
ambushes
,
Of
springs
,
snares
,
fetters
and
manicles
:
The
brow
becalms
us
,
when
't
is
smooth
&
plain
,
And
when
't
is
wrinkled
,
shipwrecks
us
again
:
Smooth
,
't
is
a
Paradise
,
where
we
would
have
Immortal
stay
:
and
wrinkled
,
't
is
our
grave
.
The
nose
like
to
the
first
meridian
runs
,
Not
twixt
an
East
and
West
,
but
twixt
two
suns
:
It
leaves
a
cheek
a
rosie
hemisphere
On
either
side
,
and
then
directs
us
where
Upon
the
Islands
fortunate
we
fall
,
Not
faint
Canaries
,
but
ambrosial
,
Her
swelling
lips
:
to
which
when
we
are
come
,
We
anchor
there
,
and
think
our selves
at
home
:
For
they
sing
all
their
Syrens
songs
,
and
there
Wise
Delphick
Oracles
do
fill
the
ear
:
There
in
a
creek
,
where
chosen
pearls
do
swell
The
remora
,
her
cleaving
tongue
doth
dwell
.
Those
,
and
the
promontary
fair
,
her
Chin
O're
past
;
and
the
straight
Hellespont
between
The
Sestos
and
Abidos
of
her
brests
,
(
Not
of
two
lovers
,
but
two
loves
she
nests
)
Succeeds
a
boundless
sea
,
but
that
thine
eye
Some
Island
moles
may
scattered
there
discry
:
And
sailing
towards
her
India
in
that
way
,
Shall
at
her
fair
Atlantick
Navel
stay
:
Though
thence
the
torrent
be
thy
Pilot
made
,
Yet
ere
thou
come
where
thou
wouldst
be
imbay'd
,
Thou
shalt
upon
another
forrest
set
:
Where
many
shipwreck
,
and
no
farther
get
.
VVhen
thou
art
there
,
consider
well
this
chace
Mispent
,
by
the
beginning
at
the
face
.
Rather
set
on
't
below
;
practise
my
art
,
Some
symitry
the
foot
hath
with
that
part
Which
thou
dost
seek
,
and
is
as
map
for
that
;
Lovely
enough
to
stoop
,
but
not
stay
at
:
Least
subject
to
disguise
and
change
it
is
;
Men
say
the
Devil-never
can
change
his
:
It
is
the
embleme
that
hath
figured
Firmness
,
't
is
the
first
part
that
comes
to
bed
.
Civility
we
see
refin'd
;
the
kiss
Which
at
the
face
begun
,
transplanted
is
Since
to
the
hand
,
since
to
th'
Imperial
knee
,
Now
at
the
Papal
foot
delights
to
be
.
If
Kings
think
that
the
nearer
way
,
and
do
Kiss
from
the
foot
,
lovers
may
do
so
too
.
For
as
free
Spheres
move
faster
far
than
can
Birds
,
whom
the
air
resists
;
so
may
that
man
Which
goes
the
empty
and
aetherial
wayes
;
Than
if
at
beauties
elements
he
stayes
.
Rich
Nature
hath
in
women
wisely
made
Two
purses
,
and
their
mouths
aversly
laid
:
Thus
they
which
to
the
lower
tribute
owe
,
That
way
which
that
Exchequer
looks
,
must
go
:
He
which
doth
not
,
his
error
is
as
great
;
As
who
by
Glister
gives
the
stomach
meat
.
I.
D.
A
Song
.
OF
all
Occupations
that
now
aday
is
used
,
I
would
not
be
a
butcher
for
he
's
to
be
refused
:
For
whatsoever
is
gotten
,
or
whatsoever
is
gain'd
,
He
shall
be
called
kill
Cow
,
and
so
he
shall
be
nam'd
;
Low
quoth
the
Cow
,
Blea
quoth
the
calf
,
he
calls
to
his
wife
for
a
rope
,
He
makes
her
pull
till
her
heart
doth
break
,
For
fear
he
would
cut
her
throat
.
The
Tinker
.
For
he
sits
all
day
quaffing
and
turning
over
the
boul
,
And
goes
about
from
house
,
to
house
,
to
stop
the
good
wifes
hole
;
●ing
quoth
the
metal
,
sound
quoth
the
kettle
,
He
calls
to
his
wife
for
a
hammer
,
He
goes
about
from
town
to
town
Most
like
a
Rogue
in
manner
.
A
Taylor
.
For
he
sits
all
day
pricking
and
wearing
of
his
bones
,
He
thrusts
his
needle
through
the
seames
And
kills
nine
lice
at
once
;
Snap
quoth
the
sheares
,
bounce
quoth
the
board
,
He
calls
to
his
wife
for
an
iron
,
He
burns
himself
all
in
the
hand
As
if
he
had
been
a
Felon
.
A
Shoomaker
.
For
he
sits
all
day
whisking
and
drawing
forth
of
his
thred
,
His
foot
is
alway
in
the
stirrop
,
yet
seldom
doth
he
ride
;
Whiffe
quoth
the
whetstone
,
rap
quoth
the
dresser
He
calls
to
his
wife
for
thred
:
He
plucks
the
brisles
from
off
the
hogs
back
,
And
all
for
very
pure
need
.
A
Black-smith
.
For
he
shooes
many
horses
,
that
are
both
wilde
and
tame
,
And
often
times
doth
catch
a
knock
,
and
so
the
smith
goes
lame
:
Knor
quoth
the
horse
,
gip
quoth
the
smith
,
he
calls
to
his
wife
to
blow
,
He
flings
the
fire
about
the
house
,
't
will
scar
the
Devil
I
trow
▪
A
Cooper
.
For
he
sits
all
day
hooping
and
mending
of
a
barrel
,
So
let
the
knave
have
drink
enough
,
he
cares
for
no
apparell
;
Squirt
quoth
the
can
,
drunk
was
the
man
He
calls
to
his
wife
for
his
addis
To
stop
a
hole
in
her
boulting
tub
,
for
he
looks
like
on
that
mad
is
.
A
Baker
.
For
he
sits
all
day
a
bunting
and
bending
of
his
knee
,
And
if
his
bread
be
too
little
weight
,
the
Pillory
is
his
fee.
Away
goes
the
Baker
,
up
goeth
the
ladder
In
goes
his
head
to
the
hole
,
And
all
because
his
bread
wants
weight
,
According
to
the
tole
.
A
Weaver
.
For
he
earnes
his
money
hardly
&
many
of
them
complain
,
The
Clothier
takes
away
the
thrumes
,
which
was
the
weavers
gain
;
Whur
quoth
the
trickle
,
quish
quoth
the
shuttle
,
he
calls
to
his
wife
for
quills
,
They
knit
many
a
knot
,
in
a
thred-bare
coat
full
sore
against
their
wills
.
A
Laywer
.
For
hee
l
tell
you
many
prittle
prattle
,
and
many
a
pretty
thing
,
And
when
he
hath
your
money
got
,
you
may
go
pipe
and
sing
;
Squirt
quoth
the
ink
,
blur
quoth
the
pen
,
he
calls
to
his
wife
for
paper
,
There
is
no
man
in
all
the
land
,
that
will
so
cog
and
flatter
.
A
Semster
.
And
of
all
occupations
that
ever
came
in
my
mind
,
I
would
not
be
a
Semster
although
she
be
so
fine
;
For
she
sits
all
day
sowing
,
and
hanging
down
of
her
head
,
And
oftentimes
she
steals
a
kiss
,
whilst
better
she
would
be
sped
:
Snip
quoth
the
Scissers
,
rent
quoth
the
cloth
,
and
still
she
hath
an
eye
to
the
door
,
Her
husband
he
may
sing
Cuckoo
,
for
she
will
play
the
who
there
?
A
Saylor
.
And
of
all
occupations
that
ever
yet
was
named
,
Saylors
they
be
Gentlemen
,
for
so
they
must
be
termed
;
For
they
sail
far
and
near
their
Countrey
to
advance
,
They
sail
against
the
foaming
seas
in
danger
of
mischance
:
Hard
blows
the
gales
,
down
goes
the
sails
,
't
is
too
late
to
call
to
his
wife
;
They
shut
themselves
upon
the
rocks
in
danger
of
their
life
.
Beggar
.
And
of
all
occupations
Begging
is
the
best
,
Whensoever
he
is
weary
he
may
lay
him
down
to
rest
;
For
howsoe're
the
world
goes
they
never
take
any
care
;
And
whatsoever
they
beg
or
get
they
spend
it
in
good
fare
.
Up
goes
the
staff
,
down
goes
the
wallet
,
To
the
alehouse
they
go
with
speed
;
They
spend
many
a
pot
,
they
care
not
for
the
shot
,
This
is
the
best
occupation
indeed
.
This
hath
his
doxy
,
another
is
almost
foxy
,
They
have
still
a
peny
to
their
need
,
They
drink
many
a
pot
,
they
care
not
for
the
shot
:
This
is
the
best
trade
indeed
.
With
a
hey
down
derry
,
they
'l
be
full
merry
,
Though
the
marshal
stand
at
the
dore
;
VVhen
their
money
is
done
,
they
'l
have
more
before
noon
,
Or
drink
upon
the
score
.
Ver.
Who
liveth
so
merrily
in
all
this
land
,
As
doth
the
poor
widow
that
sells
her
sand
?
Cho.
And
ever
she
singeth
as
I
can
guess
,
Will
you
buy
any
sand
,
any
sand
,
mistress
?
Ver.
The
Brooman
maketh
his
living
most
sweet
,
With
carrying
of
brooms
from
street
to
street
.
Cho.
Who
would
desire
a
pleasanter
thing
,
Than
all
the
day
long
to
do
nothing
but
sing
?
Ver.
The
Chimney-sweeper
all
the
long
day
,
He
singeth
and
sweepeth
the
soot
away
.
Cho.
Yet
when
he
comes
home
although
he
be
weary
,
With
his
prety
sweet
wife
he
maketh
full
merry
.
Ver.
The
Cobler
he
sits
cobling
till
noon
,
And
cobleth
his
shoes
till
they
be
done
:
Cho.
Yet
doth
he
not
fear
,
and
so
doth
say
,
His
work
will
not
last
many
a
day
.
Ver.
The
merchant
man
he
doth
sail
on
the
seas
,
And
lies
on
the
ship-board
with
little
ease
:
Cho.
For
alwayes
he
doubts
the
rocks
are
near
,
how
can
he
be
merry
and
make
good
chear
?
Ver.
The
husbandman
all
day
goeth
to
plow
,
And
when
he
comes
home
he
servern
his
sow
:
Cho.
He
moileth
and
toileth
all
the
long
year
,
How
can
he
be
merry
and
make
good
chear
?
Ver.
The
Serving-man
waiteth
from
street
to
street
,
With
blowing
to
his
nails
and
beating
his
feet
:
Cho.
And
serveth
for
forty
shillings
a
year
,
T
is
impossible
,
t
is
impossible
to
make
good
chear
.
Ver.
Who
liveth
so
merry
and
maketh
such
sport
As
those
that
be
of
the
poorer
sort
?
Cho.
The
poorest
sort
wheresoever
they
be
,
They
gather
together
by
one
,
two
and
three
.
Bis.
And
every
man
will
spend
his
peny
,
What
makes
such
a
shot
amongst
a
great
many
?
Another
.
WIth
an
old
mothy
coat
&
a
mamsey
nose
With
an
old
thred-bare
Jerkin
rub'd
out
at
elbowes
,
With
an
old
dagger
to
scar
away
the
crowes
,
With
an
old
long
sword
all
to
be
hackt
with
blowes
:
Cho.
It
was
an
old
souldier
of
the
Queens
,
Oh
the
Queens
old
souldier
.
With
an
old
Gun
and
his
Bandileers
,
With
an
old
head-piece
to
keep
warm
his
ears
;
With
an
old
pair
of
boots
drawn
on
without
hose
Stuft
full
of
old
linnen
rags
,
and
broken
out
at
toes
.
It
was
,
&c.
VVith
an
old
pasport
that
never
was
read
,
VVhich
in
his
great
old
travels
had
stood
him
in
good
stead
VVith
an
old
Quean
to
lie
by
his
side
VVhich
in
her
time
had
been
oldly
Frenchified
.
It
was
the
Queens
,
&c.
VVith
an
old
shirt
that
is
grown
to
wrack
,
That
with
long-wearing
it
serves
stinking
old
Jack
;
VVith
an
old
grown
lowse
,
with
a
black-list
on
his
back
,
That
was
able
to
carry
an
old
pedler
and
his
pack
.
It
was
the
Queens
,
&c.
VVith
an
old
snap-sack
made
of
a
good
calves
skin
,
VVith
an
old
Leathern
skrip
,
tyed
fast
with
an
old
cloak-bag
string
;
VVith
an
old
Cap
with
a
hole
i'
th'
Crown
,
One
side
pind
up
,
and
the
other
hanging
down
.
It
was
,
&c.
VVith
an
old
greasie
bufft
Jerkin
pointed
down
before
,
That
his
old
great
grandfather
,
at
the
siege
at
Bullin
had
wore
;
VVith
an
old
pair
of
breeches
with
a
patch
upon
each
knee
:
VVith
two
over-worn
old
pockets
that
will
hold
no
money
.
It
was
the
Queens
,
&c.
VVith
an
old
horse
late
come
from
St.
Albons
VVith
I
know
not
how
many
diseases
most
grievous
ones
,
VVith
an
old
pair
of
rusty
Iron
spurs
VVith
an
old
beat-begger
in
his
hand
to
keep
off
the
Curs
.
It
was
&c.
This
souldier
would
ride
post
to
Bohemia
to
his
foes
,
And
swore
by
his
valour
e're
he
came
again
,
would
get
better
cloaths
;
Or
else
he
would
lose
both
fingers
,
hands
,
and
toes
But
when
he
takes
this
journey
,
there
's
no
man
living
knows
.
It
was
,
&c.
Another
.
IN
Lancashire
where
I
was
born
And
many
a
Cuckold
bred
:
I
had
not
been
marryed
a
quarter
of
a
year
,
But
the
hornes
grew
out
of
my
head
.
With
hey
the
Io
bent
,
with
hey
the
toe
bent
,
Sir
Percy
is
under
the
Line
;
God
save
the
good
Earl
of
Shrewsbury
,
For
he
is
a
good
friend
of
mine
.
Doncaster
Mayor
he
sits
in
a
chair
,
His
mills
they
merrily
go
,
His
nose
doth
shine
with
drinking
of
wine
,
The
Gout
is
in
his
great
toe
.
He
that
will
fish
for
a
Lancashire
lasse
At
any
time
or
tyde
,
Must
bait
his
hook
with
a
good
egge
pie
;
And
an
apple
with
a
red-side
.
He
that
gallops
his
horse
on
Bletstone
edge
,
By
chance
may
catch
a
fall
,
My
Lord
Mount
Eagles
Bears
be
dead
,
His
Jack-an-Apes
and
all
.
At
Scripton
in
Craven
there
's
never
a
haven
,
Yet
many
a
time
foul
weather
;
He
that
will
not
lie
a
fair
woman
by
,
I
wish
he
were
hang'd
in
leather
.
My
Lady
hath
lost
her
left
leg
hose
So
hath
She
done
both
her
shoone
;
Shee
'l
earn
her
break-fast
before
she
do
rise
,
Shee
'l
lie
in
bed
else
till
it
be
noon
.
Ioan
Moultons
crosse
it
makes
no
force
,
Though
many
a
Cuckold
go
by
;
Let
many
a
man
do
all
that
he
can
,
Yet
a
Cuckold
he
shall
die
.
The
good
wife
of
the
Swan
hath
a
leg
like
a
man
,
Full
well
it
becomes
her
hose
;
She
jets
it
apace
with
a
very
good
grace
,
But
falleth
back
at
the
first
close
.
The
Prior
of
Courtree
made
a
great
pudding-pie
,
His
Monkes
cryed
meat
for
a
King
;
If
the
Abbot
of
Chester
do
die
before
Easter
Then
Banbury
Bells
must
Ring
.
He
that
will
a
welch-man
catch
,
Must
watch
when
the
wind
is
in
the
South
;
And
put
in
a
net
a
good
piece
of
roast-cheese
,
And
hang
it
close
to
his
mouth
.
And
Lancashire
if
thou
be
true
,
As
ever
thou
hast
been
;
Go
sell
thy
old
whittel
and
by
thee
a
new
fiddle
,
And
sing
God
save
the
Queen
.
Towl
the
Bell.
TOwl
,
towl
gentle
Bell
for
a
soul
,
Killing
care
doth
controul
,
and
my
mind
so
oppress
;
That
I
fear
I
shall
die
,
for
a
glance
of
that
eye
That
so
lately
did
fly
like
a
Comet
from
the
skie
Or
some
great
Deity
:
But
my
wish
is
in
vain
,
I
shall
ne're
see
't
again
.
When
I
in
the
Temple
did
spie
This
Divine
Purity
,
on
her
knees
to
her
Saint
.
Oh
she
look't
so
divine
,
all
her
beauties
did
shine
Far
more
fairer
then
her
shrine
,
faith
I
wish
she
had
been
mine
Where
my
heart
could
resign
:
And
would
powerfully
prove
,
no
Religion
like
love
.
Fair
,
fair
,
and
as
chast
as
the
aire
Holy
Nuns
breathing
prayer
was
this
Votress
divine
,
From
each
eye
dropt
a
tear
,
like
the
Pearles
Violets
were
,
When
the
spring
doth
appear
for
to
usher
in
the
year
:
But
I
dare
safely
swear
,
Those
teares
trickle
down
for
no
sins
of
her
own
.
But
now
increaseth
my
woe
,
I
by
no
means
must
know
where
this
beauty
doth
dwell
,
All
her
rites
being
done
to
her
Lady
and
her
Son
;
I
was
left
all
alone
,
and
my
Saint
was
from
me
gone
And
to
heaven
she
is
flown
:
Which
makes
me
to
say
,
I
shall
scarce
live
a
day
.
Now
I
will
make
haste
and
die
,
And
ascend
to
the
skie
where
I
know
shee
's
inthron'd
.
All
ye
Ladies
adieu
,
be
your
loves
false
or
true
;
I
am
going
to
view
,
one
that
far
transcends
all
you
,
One
that
I
never
knew
:
But
must
sigh
out
my
breath
,
for
acquaintance
in
death
.
The
Answer
to
Towl
.
RIng
,
Ring
,
merry
Bells
while
we
sing
Drinking
healths
to
our
King
;
And
our
minds
are
advanc't
.
Le
ts
never
fear
to
die
,
till
we
have
drunk
out
each
eye
,
But
let
cash
and
cares
fly
free
as
hail-stones
from
the
skie
;
Baccus
great
Deity
:
Let
us
never
wish
in
vain
,
fill
the
pots
George
again
.
When
we
in
the
Tavern
do
see
,
Such
fare
boon
Company
;
On
their
knees
drinking
healths
.
O
we
look
most
divine
,
when
our
noses
did
shine
:
Well
ballast
with
good
wine
,
faith
I
wish
the
cup
were
mine
VVhich
to
thee
I
'le
resign
,
And
will
palpable
prove
by
the
drinking
to
thy
Love.
Free
,
free
,
as
the
air
let
us
be
,
VVee
'l
respect
no
degree
;
But
our
births
all
a
like
.
From
no
eye
drop
a
tear
,
least
you
Maudlin
appear
,
And
next
morning
do
fear
to
be
Physick't
with
small
Beer
VVhich
I
dare
boldly
swear
,
If
tears
trickle
down
,
't
is
our
loves
to
the
Crown
.
Now
we
must
make
haste
and
see
,
How
much
money
will
free
All
our
hands
from
the
bar
.
For
a
time
boyes
adien
,
I
am
going
for
to
view
,
VVhat
belongs
to
all
you
,
be
the
reckoning
false
or
true
,
Though
it
be
more
then
dew
,
Yet
my
breath
will
I
spend
,
and
my
purse
for
my
friend
.
The
jolly
Shepherd
.
THe
life
of
a
Shepherd
is
void
of
all
care-a
,
With
his
bag
and
his
bottle
he
maketh
good
fare-a
,
He
rus●les
,
he
shusfles
in
all
extreme
wind-a
,
His
flocks
sometimes
before
him
,
and
sometimes
behind-a
.
He
hath
the
green
medows
to
walk
at
his
will-a
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
the
green
hill-a
;
Trang-dille
,
trang-dille
,
trang
down
a
down
dilla
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
a
green
hill-a
.
His
sheep
round
about
him
do
seed
on
the
dale-a
His
bag
full
of
cake-bread
,
his
bo●tle
of
ale-a
,
A
cantle
of
cheese
that
is
good
and
old-a
,
Because
that
he
walketh
all
day
in
the
cold-a
,
VVith
his
cloak
and
his
sheep-hook
thus
marcheth
he
still-a
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
a
green
hilla-a
.
Trangdille
,
&c.
If
cold
doth
oppress
him
to
cabin
goeth
he-a
,
If
heat
doth
molest
him
then
under
green
tree-a
,
If
his
sheep
chance
to
range
over
the
plain-a
,
His
little
dog
Lightfoot
doth
fetch
them
again-a
,
For
there
he
attendeth
his
masters
own
will-a
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
the
green
hill-a
,
Trangdille
,
&c.
He
list
not
to
idle
all
day
like
a
moam-a
,
In
spending
his
time
though
sitting
alone-a
,
Lingle
,
needle
&
thimble
he
hath
still
in
store-a
,
To
mend
shoes
and
apparel
he
keeps
them
therefore-a
,
Thus
whistling
and
piping
he
danceth
his
fill-a
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
the
green
hill-a
,
Trangdille
,
&c.
If
Phillida
chance
come
tripping
aside-a
,
A
most
friendly
welcom
he
doth
her
betide-a
,
He
straightwayes
presents
her
a
poor
shepherds
fees
▪
a
,
His
bottle
of
good
ale
,
his
cake
and
his
cheese-a
,
He
pipeth
,
she
danceth
all
at
their
own
will-a
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
the
green
hill-a
.
Trangdille
,
&c.
But
now
wanton
shepherd
howsoever
your
meaning
,
My
harvest
's
not
ripe
,
therefore
leave
your
gleaning
,
For
if
in
my
garden
a
Rose
you
would
pull-a
,
Perhaps
it
may
cost
you
all
your
sheeps
wool-a
.
Thus
do
they
both
frolick
&
sport
at
their
will-a
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
the
green
hill-a
;
Trangdille
,
trangdille
,
trang
down
a
down
dilla
,
With
a
pair
of
fine
bag-pipes
upon
the
green
hill-a
.
In
praise
of
Canary
.
LEt
us
purge
our
brains
from
these
hops
and
grains
,
They
do
smell
of
Anarchy
;
Let
us
chuse
a
King
,
from
whose
loins
may
spring
A
sparkling
of
Monarchy
.
It
ill
befits
,
true
wine
breeds
wits
,
VVhose
bloud
runs
high
and
cleer
,
To
bind
their
hands
in
Dray-mens
bands
,
VVhen
as
they
may
go
freer
.
VVhy
should
we
droop
or
basely
stoop
,
To
popular
ale
or
beer
?
VVho
shall
be
our
King
,
that
is
now
the
thing
For
which
we
all
are
met
?
Claret
is
a
Prince
,
that
hath
been
long
since
In
the
Royal
order
set
.
His
face
is
spread
with
warlike
red
,
And
so
he
loves
to
see
men
;
VVhere
he
bears
sway
,
his
subjects
they
Shall
be
as
good
as
free-men
.
But
here
's
the
plot
almost
forgot
,
He
is
too
much
burnt
by
women
.
By
the
River
Rhine
,
is
a
valiant
wine
,
That
can
all
our
veins
replenish
;
Let
us
then
consent
to
the
Government
,
And
the
Royal
rule
of
the
Rhenish
.
This
German-wine
will
warm
the
chine
,
And
frisk
in
every
vein
;
T'
will
make
the
Bride
forget
to
chide
,
And
call
him
to
't
again
.
But
that
's
not
all
,
he
is
too
small
,
To
be
a
Soveraign
.
Let
us
never
think
of
a
nobler
drink
,
But
with
voices
voted
high
;
Let
all
proclaim
good
Canaries
name
,
Heavens
blesse
his
Majesty
.
He
is
a
King
in
every
thing
,
VVhose
nature
doth
renown
all
:
He
makes
us
skip
and
nimbly
leap
,
From
the
sealing
to
the
gronsell
,
Especially
when
Poets
be
Lords
of
the
Privy-Councel
.
But
a
Vintner
he
shall
his
taster
fee
,
And
there
is
none
shall
him
let
;
And
a
drawer
that
hath
a
good
pallat
,
Shall
be
made
squire
of
the
gimlet
.
The
bar-boys
shall
be
pages
all
,
A
Tavern
well
prepar'd
:
In
Joval
sort
shall
be
his
Court
,
VVhere
nothing
shall
be
spar'd
VVine-Porters
shall
with
shoulders
tall
,
Be
yeomen
of
the
Guard.
If
a
Cooper
we
with
a
red
nose
see
,
But
in
any
part
of
the
Town
;
That
Cooper
shall
with
his
ads
Rial
,
Be
keeper
of
the
Crown
.
Young
wits
that
wash
away
their
cash
,
In
Wine
and
Recreation
:
How
hates
dull
beer
,
are
welcome
here
,
To
give
their
approbation
.
So
shall
all
you
that
will
allow
,
Canaries
Coronation
.
A
health
to
King
Charles
when
loyalty
was
a
crime
.
SInce
it
must
be
so
,
then
so
let
it
go
Let
the
giddy-brain'd
times
turn
round
;
Since
we
have
no
King
let
the
goblets
be
crown'd
:
Our
Monarchy
thus
wee
'l
recover
,
While
the
pottles
are
weeping
wee
'l
drench
our
sad
souls
,
In
big-bellyed
bowles
;
And
our
sorrows
in
Sack
shall
lie
steeping
.
And
wee
'l
drink
till
our
eyes
do
run
over
,
And
prove
it
by
reason
That
it
can
be
no
treason
,
To
laugh
and
to
sing
A
mournifull
of
healths
to
our
new
crown'd
King.
Let
us
all
stand
bare
,
in
the
presence
we
are
,
Let
our
noses
like
bon-fires
shine
;
Instead
of
the
Conduit
let
the
pottle
run
wine
,
To
perfect
this
new
Coronation
.
For
we
that
are
loyal
In
Sack
will
appear
,
And
that
face
that
doth
wear
Pure
Claret
,
looks
like
the
bloud-Royal
;
And
out-stares
all
the
bores
of
the
Nation
.
In
sign
of
obedience
,
Our
Oath
of
allegiance
,
Beer
glasses
shall
be
:
And
he
that
tipples
tends
to
the
Nobility
.
But
if
in
this
raign
,
the
halberdly
train
,
And
the
Constable
chance
to
rebel
;
And
should
with
his
twibel
maliciously
swel
,
And
against
the
Kings
party
raise
Arms
:
Then
the
drawers
like
yeomen
Of
the
guard
,
with
quart
pots
,
●hall
fuddle
the
Scots
:
VVhile
we
make
them
Cuckold's
and
freemen
,
And
on
their
wives
beat
an
alarm
.
And
as
the
health
passes
,
VVee
'l
tipple
our
glasses
;
And
hold
it
no
sin
To
be
loyal
,
and
to
drink
in
defence
of
our
King.
Upon
Olivers
dissolving
the
Parliament
in
1653.
1.
WIll
you
hear
a
strange
thing
scarce
heard
of
before
,
A
ballad
of
news
without
any
lies
,
The
Parl.
men
are
all
turn'd
out
of
doors
,
And
so
are
the
Council
of
State
likewise
.
2.
Brave
Oliver
came
to
the
house
like
a
spright
,
His
fiery
looks
strook
the
Speaker
dumb
;
You
must
be
gone
hence
,
quoth
he
,
by
this
light
,
Do
you
mean
to
sit
here
til
Dooms-day
come
?
3.
With
that
the
Speaker
lookt
pale
for
fear
,
As
though
he
had
been
with
the
night-mare
rid
;
Insomuch
as
some
did
think
that
were
there
,
That
he
had
even
done
as
the
Alderman
did
.
4.
But
Oliver
though
he
be
Doctor
of
Law
,
Yet
he
seem'd
to
play
the
Physitian
there
;
His
physick
so
wrought
on
the
Speakers
maw
,
That
he
gave
him
a
stool
instead
of
a
Chair
.
5.
Harry
Martyn
wondred
to
see
such
a
thing
,
Done
by
a
Saint
of
such
high
degree
;
'T
was
an
act
he
did
not
expect
from
a
King
,
Much
lesse
from
such
a
dry
bone
as
he
.
6.
But
Oliver
laid
his
hand
on
his
sword
,
And
upbraided
him
with
his
Adultery
;
To
which
Harry
answer'd
never
a
word
,
Saving
,
humbly
thanking
his
Majesty
.
7.
Allen
the
Coppersmith
was
in
great
fear
,
He
did
us
much
harm
since
the
wars
began
;
A
broken
Citizen
many
a
year
,
And
now
he
is
a
broken
Parliament-man
.
8.
Bradshaw
that
President
proud
as
the
Pope
,
That
loves
upon
Kings
and
Princes
to
trample
;
Now
the
house
is
dissolv'd
I
cannot
but
hope
,
To
see
such
a
President
made
an
example
.
9.
And
were
I
one
of
the
Counsel
of
war
,
I
'le
tell
you
what
my
vote
should
be
,
Upon
his
own
Turret
at
Westminster
,
To
be
hanged
up
for
all
comers
to
see
.
10.
My
masters
I
wonder
you
could
not
agree
,
You
that
have
been
so
long
brethren
in
evil
;
A
dissolution
you
might
think
there
would
be
;
When
the
Devil
's
divided
against
the
Devil
.
11.
Then
room
for
the
Speaker
without
his
Mace
,
And
room
for
the
rest
of
the
Rabble-rout
;
My
masters
methinks
't
is
a
pittiful
case
,
Like
the
snuff
of
a
Candle
thus
to
go
out
.
12.
Now
some
like
this
change
,
and
some
like
it
not
,
Some
think
it
was
not
done
in
due
season
;
Some
think
it
ws
but
a
Jesuits
plot
,
To
blow
up
the
house
like
a
gun-powder-Treason
.
13.
Some
think
that
Oliver
and
Charles
are
agree'd
,
And
sure
it
were
good
policy
if
it
were
so
;
Lest
the
Hollander
,
French
,
the
Dane
,
and
the
Swede
.
Should
bring
him
in
whether
he
would
or
no.
14.
And
now
I
would
gladly
conclude
my
song
,
VVith
a
prayer
as
Ballads
are
used
to
do
;
But
yet
I
'le
forbear
,
for
I
think
er
't
be
long
,
VVe
shall
have
a
King
and
a
Parliament
too
.
FINIS
.
These
Books
following
are
printed
for
Nathanael
Brook
,
and
are
to
be
sold
at
his
Shop
at
the
Angel
in
Cornhill
.
Excellent
Tracts
in
Divinity
,
Controversies
,
Sermons
,
Devotions
.
1.
THe
Catholick
History
collected
and
gathered
out
of
Scripture
,
Councils
and
ancient
Fathers
,
in
answer
to
Doctor
Vane's
Lost
sheep
returned
home
:
by
Edward
Chesensale
Esq
in
octavo
.
2.
Bishop
Morton
on
the
Sacrament
,
in
fol.
3.
The
grand
Sacriledge
of
the
Church
of
Rome
,
in
taking
away
the
sacred
Cup
from
the
Laity
at
the
Lords-Table
:
by
D.
Dan.
Featly
in
4.
4.
Quakers
cause
at
second
hearing
,
being
a
full
answer
to
their
Tenets
.
5.
Re-assertion
of
Grace
,
Vindiciae
Evangelii
,
or
the
Vindication
of
the
Gospel
,
a
Reply
to
Mr.
Anthony
Burges's
Vindiciae
Legis
,
and
to
Mr.
Rutherford
:
by
Robert
Towres
.
6.
Anabaptist
anatomiz'd
and
silenced
,
or
a
Dispute
with
Mr.
Tombs
:
by
Mr.
I.
Cragg
,
where
all
may
receive
clear
satisfaction
.
A
Cabinet
Jewel
,
Mans
misery
,
Gods
mercy
,
in
8.
Sermons
,
with
an
Appendix
concerning
Tithes
,
with
the
expediency
of
marriages
in
publick
assemblies
:
by
the
same
Author
Mr.
I.
Cragg
.
7.
A
Glimpse
of
Divine
Light
,
being
an
explication
of
some
passages
exhibited
to
the
Commissioners
at
White-hall
for
approbation
of
publick
Preachers
,
against
I.
Harrison
of
Land-Chappel
,
Lancashire
.
8.
The
Zealous
Magistrate
,
a
Sermon
,
by
T.
Threscos
,
quarto
.
9.
New
Jerusalem
,
in
a
Sermon
for
the
Society
of
Astrologers
,
quarto
,
in
the
year
1651.
10.
Divinity
no
enemy
to
Astrology
,
a
Sermon
for
the
Society
of
Astrologers
in
the
year
1643.
by
Dr.
Thomas
Swadling
.
11.
Britannia
Rediviva
,
a
Sermon
before
the
Judges
,
Aug.
1648.
by
I.
Shaw
Minister
of
Hull
.
12.
the
Princess
Royal
,
in
a
Sermon
before
the
Judges
,
March
24.
by
I.
Shaw.
13.
Judgment
set
and
Books
opened
,
Religion
tryed
whether
it
be
of
God
or
man
,
in
several
Sermons
,
by
I.
Webster
,
quarto
.
14.
Israels
Redemption
,
or
the
prophetical
History
of
our
Saviours
Kingdom
on
Earth
:
by
K.
Matton
.
15.
The
cause
and
cure
of
Ignorance
,
Error
and
Prophaneness
;
or
a
more
hopeful
way
to
grace
and
salvation
:
by
K.
Young
,
octavo
.
16.
A
Bridle
for
the
Times
,
tending
to
still
the
murmuring
,
to
settle
the
wavering
,
to
stay
the
wandring
,
and
to
strengthen
the
fainting
:
by
I.
Brinsley
of
Yarmounth
.
17.
Comforts
against
the
fear
of
death
,
wherein
are
discovered
several
evidences
of
the
work
of
grace
:
by
I.
Collins
of
Norwich
.
18.
Iacobs
seed
,
or
the
excellency
of
seeking
God
by
prayer
:
by
Ier.
Burroughs
.
19.
The
summe
of
Practical
Divinity
,
or
the
grounds
of
Religion
in
a
Catechistical
way
:
by
Mr.
Christopher
Love
,
late
Minister
of
the
Gospel
;
an
useful
piece
.
20.
Heaven
&
Earth
shaken
,
a
Treatise
shewing
how
Kings
and
Princes
,
and
all
other
Governments
,
are
turned
and
changed
:
by
I.
Davis
Minister
in
Dover
;
admirably
useful
,
and
seriously
to
be
considered
in
these
times
.
21.
The
Treasure
of
the
soul
,
wherein
we
are
taught
by
dying
to
sin
to
attain
to
the
perfect
love
of
God.
22.
A
Treatise
of
Contentation
,
fit
for
these
sad
and
troublesome
times
:
by
I.
Hall
Bishop
of
Norwich
.
23.
Select
Thoughts
,
or
choice
helps
for
a
pious
spirit
beholding
the
excellency
of
her
Lord
Jesus
:
by
I.
Hall
Bishop
of
Norwich
.
24.
The
holy
Order
or
Fraternity
of
Mourn●r
;
in
Sion
;
to
which
is
added
,
Songs
in
the
Night
,
or
chearfulness
under
afflictions
:
by
I.
Hall
Bishop
of
Norwich
.
25.
The
Celestial
Lamp
,
enlightning
every
distressed
soul
from
the
depth
of
everlasting
darkness
:
by
T.
Fetiplace
.
26.
The
Moderate
Baptist
in
two
parts
,
shewing
the
Scripture-way
for
the
Administring
of
the
Sacrament
of
Baptism
,
discovering
the
old
errour
of
Original
sin
in
Babes
:
by
W.
Brittin
.
27.
Dr.
Martin
Luther's
Treatise
of
Liberty
of
Christians
;
an
useful
Treatise
for
the
stating
Controversies
so
much
disputed
in
these
times
about
this
great
point
.
28.
The
Key
of
Knowledge
,
a
little
Book
by
way
of
Questions
and
Answers
,
intended
for
the
use
of
all
degrees
of
Christians
,
especially
for
the
Saints
of
Religious
families
,
by
old
Mr.
Iohn
Iackson
that
famous
Divine
.
29.
The
true
Evangelical
Temper
,
a
Treatise
modestly
and
soberly
fitted
to
the
present
grand
concernments
of
the
State
and
Church
:
by
old
Mr.
Iohn
Iackson
.
30.
The
Book
of
Conscience
opened
and
read
,
by
the
same
Author
.
31.
The
so
much
desired
and
Learned
Commentary
on
the
whole
15.
Psalm
;
by
that
Reverend
and
Eminent
Divine
Mr.
Christopher
Cartwright
Minister
of
the
Gospel
in
York
to
which
is
affixed
a
brief
account
of
the
Authors
Life
and
Work
by
R.
Bolton
.
32.
The
Judges
Charge
,
delivered
in
a
Sermon
before
Mr.
Justice
Hall
&
Serjeant
Crook
Judges
of
Assize
at
St.
Mary
Overis
in
Southwark
,
by
R.
Parr
M.
A.
Pastor
of
Camerwell
in
the
County
of
Surry
.
A
Sermon
worthy
perusal
of
all
such
persons
as
endeavour
to
be
honest
and
just
practitioners
in
the
Law.
33.
The
Saints
Tomb-stone
,
being
the
Life
of
that
Virtuous
Gentlewoman
Mrs.
Dorothy
Shaw
,
late
Wife
of
Mr.
Iohn
Shaw
Minister
of
the
Gospel
at
Kingston
upon
Hull
.
Admirable
and
Learned
Treatises
of
Occult
Sciences
in
Philosophy
,
Magick
,
Astrology
,
Geomancy
,
Chymistry
,
Physiognomy
and
Chiromancy
.
34.
Magick
and
Astrology
vindicated
by
H.
Warren
.
35.
Lux
veritatis
,
Judicial
Astrology
vindicated
,
and
Demonology
cofuted
:
by
W.
Ramsey
,
Gent.
36.
An
Introduction
to
the
Teutonick
Philosophy
,
being
a
determination
of
the
Original
of
the
soul
,
by
C.
Hotham
Fellow
of
Peter-House
in
Cambridge
.
37.
Cornelius
Agrippa
his
fourth
Book
of
Occult
Philosophy
,
or
Geomancy
;
Magical
Elements
of
Peter
de
Abona
,
the
nature
of
spirits
,
made
English
by
R.
Turner
.
38.
Paracelsus
Occult
Philosophy
of
the
mysteries
of
Nature
,
and
his
secret
Alchimy
.
39.
An
Astrological
Discourse
with
Mathematical
Demonstrations
;
proving
the
influence
of
the
Planets
and
fixed
Stars
upon
Elementary
Bodies
:
by
Sir
Christ.
Heyden
Knight
.
40.
Merlinus
Anglicus
,
Iunior
:
the
English
Merlin
revived
,
or
a
Prediction
upon
the
Affairs
of
Christendom
,
for
the
year
1644.
by
.
W.
Lilly.
41.
Englands
Prophetical
Merlin
,
foretelling
to
all
Nations
of
Europe
,
till
1663.
the
actions
depending
upon
the
Influences
of
the
Conjunction
of
Saturn
and
Iupiter
,
1642.
by
W.
Lilly.
42.
The
Starry
messenger
,
or
an
interpretatiof
that
strange
apparition
of
three
Suns
seen
in
London
19.
of
Nov.
1644.
being
the
Birth-day
of
K.
Charles
,
by
W.
Lilly.
43.
The
Worlds
Catastrophe
,
or
Europes
many
mutations
,
untill
1666.
by
W.
Lilly.
44.
An
Astrological
prediction
of
the
Occurrences
in
England
,
part
in
the
years
1648.
1649.
1650.
by
W.
Lilly.
45.
Monarchy
or
no
Monarchy
in
England
,
the
prophesie
of
the
White
King
,
Grebner
his
prophesies
concerning
Charls
Son
of
Charls
his
Greatnesse
,
illustrated
with
several
Hieroglyphicks
,
by
W.
Lilly.
46.
Annus
Tenebrosus
,
or
the
dark
year
;
or
Astrological
Judgments
upon
two
Lunary
Eclipses
,
and
one
admirable
Eclipse
of
the
Sun
in
England
,
1652.
by
W.
Lilly.
47.
An
easie
and
familiar
way
whereby
to
judge
the
effects
depending
on
Eclipses
,
by
W.
Lilly.
48.
Supernatural
sights
and
appatitions
seen
in
London
,
Iune
30.
1644.
by
W.
Lilly
;
as
also
all
his
Works
in
one
Volume
.
49.
Catastrophe
Magnacum
,
an
Ephemerides
for
the
year
1652.
by
N.
Culpeper
.
50.
Teratologia
,
or
a
discovery
of
Gods
Wonders
,
manifested
by
bloody
Rain
and
Waters
:
by
I.
S.
51.
Chyromancy
,
or
the
art
of
divining
by
the
Lines
engraven
in
the
hand
of
man
,
by
dame
Nature
,
in
198.
Genitures
;
with
a
learned
Discourse
of
the
soul
of
the
World
:
by
G.
Wharton
,
Esq
52.
the
admired
piece
of
Physiognomy
,
and
Chyromancy
,
Metoposcopy
,
the
symmetrical
proportions
and
signal
moles
of
the
body
,
the
Interpretation
of
Dreams
,
to
which
is
added
the
art
of
memory
,
illustrated
with
Figures
:
by
R.
Sanders
,
folio
.
53.
The
no
less
exquisite
then
admirable
work
,
Theatrum
Chemycum
Britannicum
;
containing
several
Poetical
pieces
of
our
famous
English
Philosophers
,
who
have
written
the
Hermetick
mysteries
in
their
own
ancient
Language
;
faithfully
collected
into
one
Volume
,
with
Annotations
thereon
:
by
the
Indefatigable
Industry
of
Elias
Ashmole
,
Esq
illustrated
with
Figures
.
54.
The
way
to
Bliss
,
in
three
Books
,
a
very
Learned
Treatise
of
the
Philosophers
Stone
,
made
publick
by
Elias
Ashmole
,
Esq
Excellent
Treatises
in
the
Mathematicks
,
Geometry
,
of
Arithmetick
,
Surveying
,
and
other
Arts
,
or
Mechanicks
.
55.
The
incomparable
Treatise
of
Tactometria
,
seu
Tetagmenometria
;
or
the
Geometry
of
Regulars
,
practically
proposed
after
a
new
and
most
expeditious
manner
,
together
with
the
Natural
or
Vulgar
,
by
way
of
mensural
comparison
,
and
in
the
Solids
,
not
only
in
respect
of
Magnitude
or
Dimension
,
but
also
of
Gravity
or
Ponderosity
,
according
to
any
metal
assigned
:
together
with
useful
experiments
of
measures
and
weights
,
observations
on
gauging
,
useful
for
those
that
are
practised
in
the
art
Metrical
:
by
T.
Wybard
.
56.
Tectonicon
,
shewing
the
exact
measuring
of
all
manner
of
Land
,
Squares
,
Timber
,
Stones
,
Steeples
,
Pillars
,
Globes
;
as
also
the
making
and
use
of
the
Carpenters
Rule
,
&c.
fit
to
be
known
by
all
Surveyors
,
Land-meters
,
Joyners
,
Carpenters
,
and
Masons
:
by
D.
Diggs
.
57.
The
unparallel'd
work
for
ease
and
expedition
,
entituled
,
The
exact
Surveyor
,
or
the
whole
art
of
surveying
of
Land
,
shewing
how
to
plot
all
manner
of
grounds
,
whether
small
inclosures
,
champian
,
plain
,
wood-lands
,
or
mountains
,
by
the
plain-Table
;
as
also
how
to
find
the
Area
,
or
content
of
any
Land
,
to
protect
,
reduce
,
or
Divide
the
same
;
as
also
to
take
the
plot
or
chart
,
to
make
a
map
of
any
mannor
,
whether
according
to
Rathburne
,
or
any
other
eminent
surveyors
method
;
a
Book
excellently
useful
for
those
that
sell
,
purchase
,
or
are
otherwise
employed
about
Buildings
:
by
I.
Eyre
.
58.
The
Golden
Treatise
of
Arithmetick
,
Natural
and
Artificial
,
or
Decimals
,
the
Theory
and
practise
united
in
a
simpathetical
proportion
betwixt
Line
and
Numbers
,
in
their
Quantities
and
Qualities
,
as
in
respect
of
form
,
figure
,
magnitude
and
affection
,
demonstrated
by
Geometry
,
illustrated
by
Calculations
,
and
confirmed
with
variety
of
examples
in
every
Species
;
made
compendious
and
easie
for
Merchants
,
Citizens
,
Seamen
,
Accomptants
,
&c.
by
Thomas
Wilsford
,
corrector
of
the
last
Edition
of
Record
.
59
▪
Semigraphy
,
or
the
art
of
short-writing
,
as
it
hath
been
proved
by
many
hundreds
in
the
City
of
London
,
and
other
places
by
them
practised
,
and
acknowledged
to
be
the
easiest
,
exactest
and
swiftest
method
;
the
meanest
capacity
by
the
help
of
this
Book
,
with
a
few
hours
practise
may
attain
to
a
perfection
in
this
Art
:
by
I.
Rich
Author
and
teacher
thereof
,
dwelling
in
Swithins-Lane
in
London
.
60.
Milk
for
Children
,
a
plain
and
easie
method
teaching
to
read
and
write
,
useful
for
Scools
and
Families
:
by
I.
Thomas
D.
D.
61.
The
Painting
of
the
ancients
,
the
History
of
the
beginning
,
progress
,
and
consummating
of
the
practise
of
that
noble
art
of
painting
:
by
F.
Iunius
.
Excellent
and
approved
Treatises
in
Physick
,
Chyrurgery
,
and
other
more
familiar
Experiments
in
Cookery
,
Preserving
,
&c.
62.
Culpeper's
Semiatica
Vranica
,
his
Astrological
Judgement
of
Diseases
from
the
decumbiture
of
the
sick
much
enlarged
:
the
way
and
manner
of
finding
out
the
cause
,
change
and
end
of
the
Disease
;
also
whether
the
sick
be
likely
to
live
or
die
,
and
the
time
when
Recovery
or
Death
is
to
be
expected
,
according
to
the
judgement
of
Hypocrates
and
Hermes
Trismegistus
;
to
which
is
added
Mr.
Culpepers
censure
of
Urines
.
63.
Culpepers
last
Legacy
left
to
his
Wife
for
the
publick
good
,
being
the
choicest
and
most
profitable
of
those
secrets
in
Physick
and
Chyrurgery
,
which
whilest
he
lived
,
were
lock'd
up
in
his
breast
,
and
resolved
never
to
be
published
till
after
his
death
.
64.
The
York
shire
Spaw
,
or
the
vertue
and
use
of
that
water
in
curing
of
desperate
Diseases
,
with
directions
and
Rules
necessary
to
be
considered
by
all
that
repair
thither
.
65.
Most
approved
Medicines
and
Remedies
for
the
diseases
in
the
body
of
man
:
by
A.
Read
Doctor
in
Physick
.
66.
The
art
of
simpling
,
an
Introduction
to
the
knowledg
of
gathering
of
Plants
,
wherein
the
definitions
,
divisions
,
places
,
descriptions
,
differences
,
names
,
vertues
,
times
of
gathering
,
temperatures
of
them
,
are
compendiously
discoursed
of
:
also
a
discovery
of
the
lesser
World
:
by
W.
Coles
.
67.
Adam
in
Eden
,
or
Natures
Paradise
:
the
History
of
Plants
,
Hearbs
,
and
Flowers
,
with
their
several
original
names
,
the
places
where
they
grow
,
their
descriptions
and
kinds
,
their
times
of
flourishing
and
decreasing
;
as
also
their
several
signatures
,
anatomical
appropriations
,
and
particular
physical
vertues
▪
with
necessary
observations
on
the
seasons
of
planting
and
gathering
of
our
English
plants
.
A
work
admirable
useful
for
Apothecaries
,
Chyrurgeons
,
and
other
ingenious
persons
,
who
may
in
this
Herbal
find
comprized
all
the
English
physical
simples
,
that
Gerard
or
Parkinson
in
their
two
voluminous
Herbals
have
discoursed
of
;
even
so
as
to
be
on
emergent
occasions
their
own
Physicians
,
the
Ingredients
being
to
be
had
in
their
own
Fields
and
Gardens
:
published
for
the
general
good
,
by
W.
Coles
M.D.
68.
The
complete
midwives
practise
in
the
high
and
weighty
concernments
of
the
body
of
mankind
:
the
second
Edition
corrected
and
enlarged
,
with
a
full
supply
of
such
most
useful
and
admirable
secrets
which
Mr.
Nicholas
Culpeper
in
his
brief
Treatise
,
and
other
English
Writers
in
the
art
of
midwifry
have
hitherto
wilfully
passed
by
,
kept
close
to
themselves
,
or
wholly
omitted
:
by
T.
Chamberlaine
,
M.
P.
illustrated
with
Copper
Figures
.
69.
The
Queens
Closet
opened
,
incomparable
secrets
in
physick
,
chyrurgery
,
preserving
,
candying
,
and
cookery
;
as
they
were
presented
to
the
Queen
by
the
mo●t
experienced
persons
of
our
times
;
many
whereof
were
honoured
with
her
own
practise
.
70.
William
Clows
his
Chirurgical
Observations
for
those
that
are
burned
with
the
flames
of
Gun-powder
,
as
also
for
the
curing
of
wounds
and
lues
venerea
.
71.
The
expert
Doctors
Dispensatory
,
the
whole
art
of
physick
restored
to
practice
,
with
a
survey
of
most
Dispensatories
extant
;
a
work
for
the
plainness
and
method
not
to
be
parallel'd
by
any
,
with
a
Preface
of
Mr.
Nich.
Culpepers
to
the
Reader
in
its
commendation
:
by
P.
Morellus
,
Physician
to
the
King
of
France
.
72.
The
perfect
Cook
,
a
right
method
in
the
art
of
Cookery
,
whether
for
Pastry
or
A
la
mode
Kickshaws
,
with
55.
ways
of
dressing
Eggs
:
by
M.
M.
Elegant
Treatises
in
Humanity
,
History
,
Description
of
Countries
,
Romances
and
Poetry
.
73.
Times
Treasury
or
Academy
,
for
the
accomplishment
of
the
English
Gentry
in
arguments
of
Discourse
,
Habit
,
Fashion
,
Behaviour
,
&c.
all
summed
up
in
characters
of
Honour
:
by
R.
Braithwair
.
74.
Oedipus
,
or
the
Resolver
of
the
secrets
of
Love
and
other
natural
problems
,
by
way
of
Question
and
Answe●
.
75.
The
admirable
and
most
impartial
History
of
New
England
,
of
the
first
plantation
there
in
the
year
1628.
brought
down
to
these
times
:
all
the
material
passages
performed
there
,
exactly
related
.
76.
America
painted
to
the
Life
,
the
History
of
the
Conquest
,
and
first
Original
undertaking
of
the
advancement
of
plantations
in
those
parts
,
with
an
exact
Map
:
by
F.
Gorges
,
Esq
77.
The
tears
of
the
Indians
,
the
History
of
the
most
bloudy
and
most
cruel
proceedings
of
the
Spaniards
in
the
Islands
of
Hispaniola
,
Cuba
,
Iamaica
,
Mexico
,
Peru
,
and
other
places
of
the
West-Indies
;
in
which
to
the
life
are
discovered
the
Tyrannies
of
the
Spaniards
,
as
also
he
justness
of
our
War
so
successefully
managed
against
them
.
78.
The
Illustrious
Shepherdesse
.
The
Imperious
Brother
,
written
originally
in
S●anish
by
that
incomparable
Wit
,
Don
Iohn
Perez
de
Montalbans
;
translated
at
the
requests
of
the
Marchioness
of
Dorchester
,
and
the
Countess
of
Strafford
:
by
E.
P.
79.
The
History
of
the
golden
Ass
,
as
also
the
Loves
of
Cupid
and
his
Mi●t●esse
Psi●he
:
by
L.
Apuleius
translated
into
English.
80.
The
Unfortunate
Mothe●
,
a
Tragedy
,
by
T.N.
81.
The
Rebellion
:
a
Comedy
,
by
T.
Rawlins
.
82.
The
Tragedy
of
Messalina
the
insatiate
Rom●n
Empress
:
by
N.
Richards
.
8●
.
The
Floating
Island
:
A
●rage-Comedy
acted
before
the
King
,
by
the
Student
of
Christ-Church
in
Oxon.
by
that
Renowned
Wit
W.
Strode
;
the
songs
were
set
by
M.
Henry
Lawes
.
84.
Harvey's
Divine
Poems
,
the
Hi●tory
of
Balaam
,
of
Ionah
▪
and
of
St.
Iohn
the
Evangelist
.
85.
Fons
Lachrymarum
,
or
a
Fou●tain
of
tears
;
the
Lamentations
of
the
Pro●he●
Ieremiah
in
Verse
,
with
an
Elegy
on
Sir
Charles
Lucas
:
by
I.
Quarles
.
86.
Nocturnal
Lu●ubrations
,
with
other
witty
Epigrams
and
Epita●hs
:
by
R.
Chamberlain
.
87.
The
admirable
ingenious
Satyr
against
Hypocrite
.
88.
Wit
Restored
,
in
several
select
Poems
,
not
formerly
published
,
by
Sir
Iohn
Men●s
and
Mr.
Smith
,
with
others
.
89.
Sportive
Wit
,
the
Muses
meriment
,
a
new
Spring
of
Droller●
▪
Jovil
F●ancie●
&c.
Poetical
,
with
several
other
accurately
ingenuous
Treatises
lately
printed
.
90.
Wits
Interpreter
,
the
English
Parnassus
:
or
a
sure
Guide
to
those
admirable
accomplishments
that
complete
the
English
Gentry
,
in
the
most
acceptable
Qualifications
of
discourse
or
writing
.
An
art
of
Logick
,
accurate
Complements
,
Fancies
,
Devises
,
and
Experiments
,
Poems
,
Poetical
Fictions
,
and
A
la
mode
Letters
:
by
I.C.
91.
Wit
and
Drollery
with
other
Jovial
Poems
with
new
additions
:
by
Sir
I.
M.
M.
L.
M.
S.
W.
D.
92.
The
conveyance
of
Light
,
or
the
complete
Clerk
and
Scriveners
guide
;
being
an
exact
draught
of
all
presidents
and
assurances
now
in
use
;
as
they
were
penned
and
perfected
by
divers
Learned
Judges
,
Eminent
Lawyers
,
and
great
conveyancers
,
both
ancient
and
modern
:
whereunto
is
added
a
Concordance
from
King
Richard
the
Third
to
this
present
.
93.
Themis
Aurea
,
the
Laws
of
the
Fraternity
of
the
Rosie
Crosse
;
in
which
the
occult
secrets
of
their
Philosophical
Notions
are
brought
to
light
:
written
by
Count
Mayerus
.
and
now
Englished
by
T.
H.
94.
The
Iron
Rod
put
into
the
Lord
Protectors
hand
;
a
Prophetical
Treatise
.
95.
Medicina
Magica
tamen
Physica
,
magical
but
natural
physick
,
containing
the
general
cures
of
Infirmities
and
diseases
belonging
to
the
bodies
of
men
,
as
also
to
other
animals
and
domestick
Creatures
,
by
way
of
transplantation
,
with
a
description
of
the
most
excellent
Cordial
out
of
Gold
:
by
Sam.
Boulton
of
Salop.
96.
I.
Tradescant's
Rarities
publish'd
by
himself
.
97.
The
proceedings
of
the
High
Court
of
Justice
against
the
late
King
Charles
,
with
his
speech
upon
the
Scaffold
and
other
proceedings
,
Ian.
30.
1649.
Admirable
Usefull
Treatises
newly
printed
.
98.
Natures
Secrets
,
or
the
admirable
and
wonderful
History
of
the
generation
of
meteors
,
describing
the
temperatures
of
the
elements
,
the
heights
,
magnitudes
and
influences
of
Stars
,
the
causes
of
Comets
,
Earthquakes
,
Deluges
,
Epidemical
Diseases
,
and
prodigies
of
precedent
times
:
with
presages
of
the
weather
,
and
descriptions
of
the
weather-glass
:
by
T.
Wilsford
.
99.
The
mysteries
of
Love
&
Eloquence
,
or
the
arts
of
Wooing
and
Complementing
,
as
they
are
managed
in
the
Spring-Garden
,
Hide-Park
,
the
New
Exchange
,
&
other
eminent
places
:
A
work
in
which
is
drawn
to
the
life
the
Deportments
of
the
most
accomplish'd
persons
:
the
mode
of
their
Courtly
entert●inments
,
treatment
of
their
Ladies
at
Balls
,
their
accustomed
Sports
,
Drolls
and
Fancies
,
the
Witchcrafts
of
their
perswasive
Language
in
their
approaches
,
or
other
more
sec●et
dispatches
,
&c.
by
E.P.
100.
Helmont
disguised
,
or
the
vulgar
errors
of
impartial
and
unskilful
practisers
of
physick
confuted
,
more
especially
as
they
concern
the
Cures
of
Feavers
,
the
Stone
,
the
Plague
,
and
some
other
Diseases
by
way
of
Dialogue
,
in
which
the
chief
Rarities
of
physick
are
admirably
discoursed
of
:
by
I.T.
Books
in
the
Press
and
now
printing
.
1.
Geometry
demonstrated
by
lines
and
numbers
;
from
●hence
Astronomy
,
Cosmography
and
Navigation
proved
and
delineated
by
the
Doctrine
of
plain
and
spherical
Triangles
:
by
T.
Wilsford
.
2.
The
English
Annals
,
from
the
Invasion
made
by
Iulius
Caesar
to
these
times
:
by
T.
Wilsford
.
3.
The
Fool
transformed
,
a
Comedy
.
4.
The
History
of
Lewis
the
eleventh
King
of
France
,
a
Trage-Comedy
.
5.
The
chast
Woman
against
her
wil
,
a
Comedy
.
6.
The
Tooth-drawer
,
a
Comedy
.
7.
Honour
in
the
end
,
a
Comedy
.
8.
Tell-tale
,
a
Comedy
.
9.
The
History
of
Donquixot
,
or
the
Knight
of
the
ill-favoured
face
,
a
Comedy
.
10.
the
fair
Spanish
Captive
,
a
Trage●comedy
.
11.
Sir
Kenelm
Digby
,
and
other
Persons
of
Honour
,
their
rare
and
incomparable
secrets
of
Physick
,
Chirurgery
,
Cookery
,
Preserving
,
Conserving
,
Candying
,
distilling
of
Waters
,
extraction
of
Oyls
,
compounding
of
the
co●●iest
Perfumes
,
with
other
admirable
inventions
and
select
experiments
,
as
they
offered
themselves
to
their
observations
,
whether
here
or
in
forreign
Countreys
.
Books
lately
printed
.
12.
The
so
well
entertained
work
,
the
New
World
of
English
words
,
or
a
general
Dictionary
,
containing
the
Terms
,
Etymologies
,
Definitions
,
and
perfect
Interpretations
of
the
proper
significations
of
hard
English
words
,
throughout
the
Arts
and
Sciences
,
Liberall
or
Mechanick
;
as
also
other
subjects
that
are
usefull
or
appertain
to
the
Language
of
our
Nation
:
to
which
is
added
the
signification
of
proper
Names
,
Mythology
and
Poetical
Fictions
,
Historical
Relations
,
Geographical
Descriptions
of
the
Countries
and
Cities
of
the
world
,
especially
of
these
three
Nations
,
wherein
their
chiefest
Antiquities
,
Battles
,
and
other
most
remarkable
passages
are
mentioned
:
a
work
very
necessary
for
strangers
as
well
as
our
own
Countrymen
,
for
all
persons
that
would
rightly
understand
what
they
discourse
or
read
:
collected
and
published
by
E.P.
for
the
greater
honour
of
those
learned
Gentlemen
and
Artists
that
have
been
assistant
in
the
most
practical
Sciences
,
their
names
are
presented
before
the
Book
.
13.
The
modern
Assurancer
,
the
Clerks
Directory
,
containing
the
practick
part
of
the
Law
,
in
the
exact
forms
and
draughts
of
all
manner
of
Presidents
for
Bargains
and
Sales
,
Grants
,
Feoffments
,
Bonds
,
Bills
,
Conditions
,
Covenants
,
Joyntures
,
Indentures
,
to
lead
the
uses
of
Fines
and
Recoveries
,
with
good
Proviso's
and
Covenants
to
stand
seized
;
Charter-parties
for
Ships
,
Leases
,
Releases
,
Surrenders
,
&c.
and
all
other
Instruments
and
Assurances
now
in
use
,
intended
for
all
young
Students
and
Practicers
of
the
Law
:
by
Iohn
Hern.
14.
Moor's
Arithmetick
,
the
second
Edition
,
much
refined
and
diligently
cleared
from
the
former
mistakes
of
the
press
;
a
work
containing
the
whole
art
of
Arithmetick
as
well
in
numbers
as
species
,
together
with
many
additions
by
the
Author
,
is
come
forth
.
15.
Likewise
Exercitatio
Eleiptica
Nova
,
or
a
new
mathematical
Contemplation
on
the
Oval
Figure
called
an
Eleipsis
;
together
with
the
two
first
Books
of
Mydorgius
his
Conicks
Analiz'd
and
made
so
plain
,
that
the
Doctrine
of
Conical
sections
may
be
easily
understood
;
a
Work
much
desired
and
never
before
published
in
the
English
Tongue
:
by
Ionas
Moor
,
Surveyor
General
of
the
great
Level
of
the
Fenns
.
16.
Naps
upon
Parnassus
,
a
sleepy
muse
nipt
and
pinch'd
though
not
awaked
:
such
Voluntary
and
Jovial
Copies
of
Verses
as
were
lately
receiv'd
from
some
of
the
Wits
of
the
Universities
in
a
Frolick
;
Dedicated
to
Gondiberts
Mistresse
,
by
Captain
Iones
and
others
.
Whereunto
is
added
for
Demonstration
of
the
Authors
Prosaick
Excellencies
,
his
Epistle
to
one
of
the
Universities
,
with
the
Answer
;
together
with
two
Satyrical
Characters
of
his
own
,
of
a
Temporizer
,
and
an
Antiquary
,
with
marginal
notes
by
a
Friend
to
the
Reader
.
17.
Culpepers
School
of
Physick
,
or
the
Experimental
practise
of
the
whole
Art
,
so
reduced
either
into
Aphorismes
,
or
choice
and
tryed
Receipts
,
that
the
free-born
Students
of
the
three
Kingdoms
may
in
this
method
find
perfect
ways
for
the
operation
of
such
medicines
,
so
Astrologically
and
Physically
prescribed
,
as
that
they
may
themselves
be
competent
Judges
of
the
Cures
of
their
patients
:
by
N.C.
18.
Blagrave's
admirable
Ephemerides
for
the
year
1659.
and
1660.
19.
I.
Cleaveland
Revived
,
Poems
,
Orations
,
Epistles
,
and
other
of
his
Genuine
incomparable
pieces
:
a
second
impression
with
many
additions
.
20.
The
Equisite
Letters
of
Mr.
Robert
Loveday
,
the
late
admired
Translatour
of
the
Volumes
of
the
famed
Romance
Cleopatra
,
for
the
perpetuating
his
memory
;
published
by
his
dear
Brother
,
Mr.
A.L.
21.
Englands
Worthies
,
Select
Lives
of
47.
most
Eminent
persons
from
Constan●ine
the
Great
to
the
late
times
:
by
W.
Winstanley
,
Gent.
22.
The
Accomplish'd
Cook
,
the
mystery
of
the
whole
Art
of
Cookery
,
revealed
in
a
more
easie
and
perfect
method
then
hath
been
publish'd
in
any
Language
;
expert
and
ready
ways
for
the
dressing
of
Flesh
,
Fowl
,
and
Fish
,
the
raising
of
Pastes
,
the
best
directions
for
all
manner
of
Kickshaws
,
and
the
most
poinant
Sauces
,
with
the
terms
of
carving
and
sewing
:
the
Bills
of
Fare
,
and
exact
account
of
all
dishes
for
the
season
,
with
other
A
la
mode
Curiosities
,
together
with
the
lively
Illustrations
of
such
necessary
●igures
as
are
referred
to
practise
:
approved
by
the
many
years
experience
,
and
careful
industry
of
Robert
May
,
in
the
time
of
his
attendance
on
several
persons
of
Honour
.
23.
The
Scales
of
Commerce
and
Trade
,
the
mystery
revealed
as
to
traffick
with
a
Debitor
or
Creditor
,
for
merchants
Accounts
after
the
Italian
way
,
and
easiest
method
;
as
also
a
Treatise
of
Archirecture
,
and
a
computation
as
to
all
the
charges
of
building
:
by
T.
Wilsford
,
Gent.
24.
Arts
Master-piece
,
or
the
beautifying
part
of
physick
;
whereby
all
defects
of
Nature
of
both
sexes
are
amended
,
age
renewed
,
youth
continued
,
and
all
imperfections
fairly
remedied
:
by
B.T.
Doctor
of
physick
,
fitted
for
the
Ladies
.
25.
A
Discourse
concerning
Liberty
of
Conscience
,
in
which
are
contained
proposals
about
what
liberty
in
this
kind
is
now
politically
expedient
to
be
given
,
and
several
reasons
to
shew
how
much
the
peace
and
welfare
is
concerned
therein
:
by
R.T.
26.
Christian
Reformation
,
being
an
earnest
swasion
to
the
speedy
practise
of
it
:
proposed
to
all
,
but
especially
designed
for
the
serious
consideration
of
my
dear
Kindred
and
Countrymen
of
the
Country
of
Cork
in
Irel.
and
the
people
of
Riegate
and
Camerwel
in
the
County
of
Surrey
:
by
Richard
Parr
,
Doctor
in
Divinity
there
,
a
practical
piece
.
27.
The
Character
of
Spain
,
or
an
Epitomy
of
their
Vertues
and
Vices
.
28.
The
Character
of
Italy
,
or
the
Italian
anatomized
by
an
English
Chirurgion
.
29.
The
Character
of
France
,
to
which
is
added
Gallus
castratus
,
or
an
Answer
to
a
pamphlet
called
The
character
of
England
,
as
also
a
fresh
Whip
for
the
monsieur
in
answer
to
his
Letter
:
the
second
Edit
.
30.
No
Necessity
of
Reformation
of
the
publick
Doctrine
of
the
Church
of
Engl.
by
I.
Pearson
D.D.
31.
An
Answer
to
Dr.
Burges's
Word
by
way
of
postscript
,
in
vindication
of
No
Necessity
of
Reformation
of
the
publick
Doctrine
of
the
Church
of
England
:
by
Iohn
Pearson
D.D.
32.
A
Treatise
of
peace
between
the
two
visible
divided
parties
;
wherein
is
inquired
,
What
peace
is
intended
,
who
the
parties
that
differ
,
wherein
the
difference
consists
,
how
they
fell
out
,
wherein
they
ought
to
agree
,
how
they
may
be
perswaded
unto
peace
,
by
what
means
reconciliation
may
be
made
between
them
.
33.
Dr.
Daniel
Featly
Revived
,
proving
that
the
Protestant
Church
,
and
not
the
Catholick
,
is
the
onely
visible
and
true
Church
;
in
a
manual
preserved
from
the
hands
of
the
plunderers
,
with
a
succinct
History
of
his
life
and
death
:
published
by
Iohn
Featly
,
Chaplain
to
the
Kings
most
excellent
Majesty
.
34.
Scotch
Covenant
condemned
,
being
a
full
answer
to
Mr.
Duglas
his
Sermon
,
preached
at
the
Kings
Coronation
in
Scotland
,
wherein
His
Sacred
Majesty
is
vindicated
:
by
a
loyal
and
orthodox
hand
.
35.
Englands
Triumph
,
a
more
exact
History
of
His
Majesties
Escape
after
the
Battle
of
Worcester
,
with
a
Chronological
discourse
of
his
Straits
and
Dangerous
Adventures
into
France
,
and
His
Removes
from
place
to
place
till
His
happy
return
into
England
,
with
the
most
Remarkable
memorials
till
after
his
Coronation
.
36.
Euclides
Elements
in
15.
Books
in
English
completed
by
Mr.
Barrow
of
Cambridge
.
37.
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
,
or
God
made
Man.
A
Tract
proving
the
Nativity
of
our
Saviour
to
be
on
the
25.
of
December
:
by
the
Learned
I.
Selden
.
38.
An
Elenchus
of
Opinions
concerning
the
Cure
of
the
Small
Pox
:
by
T.
Whitaker
Physitian
to
His
Majesty
.
These
are
to
give
notice
,
that
Sir
Kenelme
Digbies
Sympathetical
Powder
prepar'd
by
Promethean
fire
,
curing
all
green
wounds
that
come
within
the
compass
of
a
Remedy
;
and
likewise
the
Tooth-ache
infalliby
in
a
very
short
time
:
Is
to
be
had
at
Mr.
Nathanael
Brook's
at
the
Angel
in
Cornhil
.
The
true
and
right
Lozenges
and
Pectorals
so
generally
known
and
approved
,
for
the
cure
of
Consumptions
,
Coughs
,
Asthma's
,
Colds
in
general
,
and
all
other
Diseases
incident
to
the
Head
,
are
rightly
made
onely
by
Iohn
Piercy
,
Gent
,
the
first
Inventer
of
them
;
and
whosoever
maketh
them
besides
do
but
counterfeit
them
,
they
are
likewise
to
be
sold
by
Mr.
Nathanael
Brook
at
the
Angel
in
Cornhill
.
FINIS
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A66741-e280
(1)
The
harder
the
word
is
,
the
easier
it
is
to
be
understood
.
(2)
In
varying
the
use
of
the
senses
,
the
Author
shews
himself
to
be
in
his
wits
.
(3)
In
varying
the
use
of
the
senses
,
the
Author
shews
himself
to
be
in
his
wits
.
(4)
There
the
Author
shewes
himself
to
be
well
versed
in
the
Almanack
.
(5)
Being
twice
repeated
,
it
argues
an
elegant
fancy
in
the
Poet.
(6)
To
make
falfe
English
,
argues
as
much
knowledge
as
to
make
true
latin
.
(7)
Better
once
done
then
never
.
(8)
For
sometimes
there
may
happen
a
quarrel
amongst
freinds
.
(9)
Till
he
was
married
,
he
could
be
but
one
.
(1)
There
is
no
mischiefe
,
but
a
woman
is
at
one
end
of
it
.
(2)
The
more
you
hear
on
't
,
the
worse
you
'l
like
it
.
(3)
There
was
a
Spanish
regiment
amongst
them
.
(4)
That
may
be
done
in
an
hour
,
which
we
may
repent
all
our
life
after
.
(5)
Being
up
to
the
Elbows
in
trouble
,
she
expessed
it
in
this
line
.
(6)
Even
Reckoning
makes
long
freinds
.
(7)
As
a
pudding
ha's
two
ends
,
so
smock
ha's
two
sides
.
(8.)
As
love
doth
commonly
break
out
into
an
Itch
,
yet
with
her
it
did
not
so
(9)
There
the
Author
translates
out
of
Ovid
,
as
Ben
Jonson
do's
in
Sejanus
out
of
Homer
(1.)
By
this
you
may
perceive
,
that
primers
were
first
Printed
at
Abidos
.
(2.)
For
distinction
sake
,
because
many
mens
noses
bleed
white
blood
.
(3.)
Black
is
the
beauty
of
the
shoe
.
(4)
Because
a
Cow
,
was
amongst
the
ancient
Graecians
called
a
Neat
,
Gesner
in
his
Etymolog
.
lib.
103.
Tom
16.
(5.)
Better
falsifye
the
Rime
then
the
Story
,
&c.
Notes for div A66741-e2660
*
Turnemill
Street
.
*
Vulcan
.
Notes for div A66741-e65680
The
Hare
's
Will.
The
Hounds
.
The
Hare
.