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<HEAD>VERA EFFIGIES IOANNIS GAMBLE PHILOMUSICI<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"></HEAD>
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<PB REF="1">
<P>AYRES AND DIALOGUES For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the <HI>THEORBO-L&V;TE</HI> or <HI>BASSE-VIOL.</HI></P>
<P>Compo&s;ed by JOHN GAMBLE.</P>
<Q><BIBL>Horat. Ode XI. lib. III.</BIBL>
<L><HI>Movit Amphion Lapides Canendo.</HI></L></Q>
<P><HI>The Second Book.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>W. Godbid</HI> for <HI>Nathaniel Ekin</HI> at the <HI>Gun</HI> in St. <HI>Pauls Church-yard.</HI> 1659.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>To the Right Honourable <HI>CHARLES CAVENDISH,</HI> Vi&s;count <HI>MANSFIELD.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>My Lord,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P><HI>_I</HI> Know the little you have of Lei&s;ure to be con&s;erned in <HI>Private Addre&s;&s;es:</HI> But <HI>Hecatombs</HI> not alwayes &s;o take up the <HI>Altar,</HI> but it may admit his <HI>nece&s;&s;i|tous Devotion,</HI> that can but <HI>warm</HI> it with a little <HI>Frankincen&s;e.</HI> I have therefore pre&s;um'd (among&s;t the <HI>louder Solemnities</HI>) to lay before you this <HI>Sa|crifice</HI> of <HI>Duty,</HI> for the <HI>Favours</HI> (I have &s;ometimes received from your <HI>Family</HI>) exact the <HI>Tribute</HI> of all my Services.</P>
<P>I have brought you (my Lord) a <HI>Variety</HI> of <HI>Voyces;</HI> but all <HI>Tun'd Uni-on</HI> to implore your <HI>Patronage:</HI> If you vouch&s;afe them the <HI>Honour</HI> of <HI>Protection,</HI> they will not fear to fetch a <HI>Pedigree</HI> from Heaven, and find them&s;elves of <HI>Kindred</HI> with <HI>Stars:</HI> They are the <HI>Younger Daughters</HI> of <HI>Mu&s;ick,</HI> and may perhaps have an <HI>Ayre</HI> of the <HI>Mother;</HI> But however (my Lord) they are <HI>Titled</HI> as <HI>Prince&s;&s;es,</HI> they will not forget to <HI>wait</HI> your <HI>Hand-mayds.</HI> If I may have had le&s;s <HI>Fortune</HI> in <HI>Choice,</HI> I &s;hall find a &s;atisfaction in the <HI>Endevour</HI> of <HI>Gratitude;</HI> and I had rather be wanting in &s;ome|thing of <HI>Circum&s;tance,</HI> then not at all confe&s;s my <HI>Acknowledge|ments.</HI></P>
<P>Where the&s;e <HI>Compo&s;itions</HI> appear not <HI>Genuine,</HI> they mu&s;t not hope my <HI>now Reconcilement;</HI> the all that can contribute to their <HI>Harmony,</HI> is (my Lord) your <HI>Voyce</HI> in Pardon of</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Honours, with all obedience devoted Servant, JOHN GAMBLE.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>To his Good Friend Mr. JOHN GAMBLE on his COMPOSITIONS.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>EAch Poet now to his own words</L>
<L>(With merit) Admiration brings,</L>
<L>And as thou do&s;t divide the Chords,</L>
<L>Is led thy Captive in the Strings:</L>
<L>Rapt with a Mu&s;ick more then dwels</L>
<L>In Numerous falling Syllables.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>He thinks his Sonnet now a Charm,</L>
<L>And that 'tis &s;afe to &s;hut the Ear;</L>
<L>But that he fears the greater harm</L>
<L>Would be, to be debarr'd to hear:</L>
<L>Then doth the Antick Proverb mock,</L>
<L>And <HI>Syrens</HI> find without a Rock.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Sure Harmony thee through hath Lin'd</L>
<L>And all thy <HI>Organs</HI> doth in&s;pire;</L>
<L>That <HI>(In&s;truments)</HI> one way inclin'd,</L>
<L>Do from their Functions breath in Quire:</L>
<L>At lea&s;t thy Bre&s;t hath Tuned been,</L>
<L>And all the <HI>Fibra</HI>'s Chime within.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>ELDRED REVET.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>To his Hone&s;t Friend and Old Acquaintance Mr. JOHN GAMBLE; upon his Mu&s;ical Compo&s;itions, on &s;everal Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt the dull <HI>Drum</HI> and &s;hril <HI>Fife</HI> &s;ilent be,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we attend his Vocal Harmonie;</L>
<L>Where <HI>Word</HI> and <HI>Note</HI> in Complication roll,</L>
<L>Like twi&s;ted Twylight, or the <HI>Sen&s;e</HI> and <HI>Soul:</HI></L>
<L>Here each in&s;inuating <HI>Note</HI> doth grow</L>
<L>One with the <HI>Word</HI> as waters mix and flow;</L>
<L>A well form'd freeborn Fancy may from hence</L>
<L>Hear the <HI>Word</HI> &s;ing, and every <HI>Note</HI> &s;peak &s;en&s;e:</L>
<L>They both con&s;ent as <HI>Lovers</HI> woo by <HI>winks</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>thoughts</HI> agree, <HI>One</HI> &s;peaks what <HI>th' other</HI> thinks;</L>
<L>The &s;liding <HI>Notes</HI> &s;o intricately creep,</L>
<L>Some times you'd think, they <HI>howl, &s;ing, &s;mile</HI> and <HI>weep:</HI></L>
<L>The lineaments of <HI>Pa&s;&s;ions</HI> are here drawn</L>
<L>As vi&s;ibly as pictures behind lawn;</L>
<L>In the&s;e few Amorets is all compact</L>
<L>The Sen&s;e can &s;uffer, or the Soul can act:</L>
<L>The <HI>Ayre</HI> and language grow as much the &s;ame,</L>
<L>As &s;everal materials make one <HI>flame;</HI></L>
<L>With &s;o much aptitude and prompt connexion,</L>
<L>As <HI>red</HI> and <HI>white</HI> comply in a Complexion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Love-Songs will make you &s;igh when you come near 'em,</L>
<L>And Tavern Toyes make Creeples dance to hear 'em:</L>
<L>Where like &s;ome &s;traight, although indented border,</L>
<L>Each reeling Note doth &s;tagger into order.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He that di&s;likes this Piece, mu&s;t (it appears)</L>
<L>Confe&s;s he wants both <HI>Intelect</HI> and <HI>Ears;</HI></L>
<L>And may mo&s;t properly be ranck'd with they</L>
<L>Who verily can neither <HI>Sing</HI> nor <HI>Say.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>THOMAS JORDAN.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD><HI>A DEFENCE FOR MUSICK</HI> In its Practique and Theorie, occa&s;ioned upon the Publication of the&s;e Poems Compo&s;ed by <HI>Mr. JOHN GAMBLE:</HI> IMPLORATION.</HEAD>
<L><HI>EMpre&s;s</HI> of <HI>Order!</HI> Who&s;e Eternal Arms</L>
<L>Put <HI>Chaos</HI> into <HI>Concord,</HI> by who&s;e Charms</L>
<L>The <HI>Cherubims</HI> in <HI>Anthems</HI> clear, and Even,</L>
<L>Create a Con&s;ort for the King of Heaven:</L>
<L>In&s;pire me with thy Magick, that my Numbers</L>
<L>May rock the never-&s;leeping Soul in &s;lumbers;</L>
<L>Tune up my <HI>Lyre,</HI> that when I &s;ing thy Merits</L>
<L>My &s;ubdivided Notes may &s;prinkle Spirits</L>
<L>Into my Auditoty, while&s;t their fears</L>
<L>Sugge&s;t their Souls are &s;allying through their Ears.</L>
<L>What Tropes, or Figures can thy Glories reach,</L>
<L>That art thy &s;elf the &s;plendor of all Speech?</L>
<L><HI>My&s;terious Mu&s;ick!</HI> he that doth thee right</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;hew thy Excellence by thy own Light:</L>
<L>Thy Purity mu&s;t teach us how to Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>As men &s;eek out the Sun with his own Rayes:</L>
<L>What Creature that hath being, life or &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>But wares the Badges of thy Influence?</L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> is <HI>Harmony,</HI> who&s;e Copious bounds</L>
<L>Is not confined onely unto Sounds:</L>
<L>'Tis the Eyes object, for (without Extortion)</L>
<L>It comprehends All things that have <HI>Proportion:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> is <HI>Concord,</HI> and doth hold allu&s;ion</L>
<L>With every thing that doth oppo&s;e Confu&s;ion:</L>
<L>In Comely Architecture it may be</L>
<L>Known by the Name of <HI>&V;niformitie;</HI></L>
<L>Where <HI>Piramids</HI> to <HI>Piramids</HI> relate,</L>
<L>And the whole Fabrick doth Configurate</L>
<L>In perfectly proportion'd Creatures, we</L>
<L>Accept it by the title <HI>Symmetrie.</HI></L>
<L>When many Men for &s;ome de&s;ign Convent,</L>
<L>And all Concenter, It is call'd <HI>Con&s;ent:</HI></L>
<L>Where mutual Hearts in Sympathy do move</L>
<L>Some few embrace it in the Name of <HI>Love:</HI></L>
<PB REF="4">
<L>But when the Soul and Body do agree</L>
<L>To &s;erve their God, it is Divinitie:</L>
<L>In all melodious <HI>Compo&s;itions</HI> we</L>
<L>Declare and know it to be <HI>Symphonie:</HI></L>
<L>Where all the Parts in Complication roll,</L>
<L>And every one Contributes to the <HI>Whole:</HI></L>
<L>He that can Set and Humour Notes aright</L>
<L>Will move the Soul to Sorrow, to Delight,</L>
<L>To Courage, Courtezie, to Con&s;olation;</L>
<L>To Love, to Gravity, to Contemplation:</L>
<L>It hath been known (by its my&s;terious motion)</L>
<L>To rai&s;e Repentance, and advance Devotion:</L>
<L>It works on all the faculties, and why</L>
<L>The very Soul it &s;elf is <HI>Harmony:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;ick!</HI> It is the breath of &s;econd Birth,</L>
<L>The Saints imployment, and the Angels Mirth;</L>
<L>The Rhetorick of <HI>Seraphins,</HI> a Gem</L>
<L>In the King's Crown of new <HI>Jeru&s;alem;</HI></L>
<L>They &s;ing Continually, the Expo&s;ition</L>
<L>Mu&s;t needs inferre, there is no Intermi&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>I hear &s;ome Men hate <HI>Mu&s;ick,</HI> let them &s;hew</L>
<L>In Holy Writ what el&s;e the Angels do:</L>
<L>Then tho&s;e that do de&s;pi&s;e &s;uch &s;acred Mirth</L>
<L>Are neither fit for Heaven nor for Earth.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>THOMAS JORDAN.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>On the Excellent Compo&s;itions of his Good Friend <HI>Mr. JOHN GAMBLE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>HOw are the&s;e <HI>Lutes</HI> &s;cru'd up in every String,</L>
<L>And temper'd to our ready Fingering?</L>
<L>No Nerve is loo&s;e here, nor no &s;inew &s;lack,</L>
<L>Nor any &s;o ungently &s;tretcht to crack:</L>
<L>Sure none could fit them to &s;o ju&s;t a Key</L>
<L>But <HI>Phebus,</HI> but the Nine would fit to Play&punc;</L>
<L>Where all variety of Notes comply,</L>
<L>Lead in one &s;ilken thread of Harmony.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>WILLIAM REVET.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<PB N="1" REF="5">
<HEAD>A Smile.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHo would not think tho&s;e ri&s;ing beams, &s;o temp'rate were, that no extremes attended them, to cloud our day, and our cre&spcDash;du&spcDash;li&spcDash;ty betray? Who would be &s;uch a &s;lave to Fear, to think a tempe&s;t could be near? So fair an <HI>Omen!</HI> Who'd not dare Danger it &s;elf, and anchor there? Who would not think his wealth &s;ecure, and &s;afety to him&s;elf a&s;ure, when &s;uch a milde and gentle ray, doth &s;moth the wrinkles of the day? But oh! it takes the Lightnings form, and I'm betray'd into a Storm. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="2" REF="6">
<HEAD>A Tempe&s;t.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _HElp Love, or el&s;e I &s;ink; for know, he be&s;t can help that cau&s;eth woe; help then, and with thy &s;moother palm, the fu&spcDash;ry of my pa&s;&s;ion calm: Succeeding tears in billows ri&s;e, as there were Seas met in my eyes; My &s;ighes united proudly grown, as the four winds combin'd in one; Hark how they rore, my &s;ighs and tears, &s;ure have con&s;pir'd to tempt my fears; See how they &s;well, now they are met, and ev'n a tempe&s;t do beget; it &s;hakes my Bark, her Ribs do crak, and now my fears a
<PB N="3" REF="6"><GAP DESC="music"> wrack: Help Love for pity then I pray, ere my poor heart be ca&s;t away. </P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>The Rebbel.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _LOve! no, I am not &s;uch a foe to my peace, prethee cea&s;e, &s;ay no more, though her Eyes are the skies, where Love flies, and inveagles all the Eagles, that in his aerie &s;ore: I dare not fly in her sky, tis too high, once her frown threw me down &s;o low, that I &s;wore, never more, in a Sun beam to &s;oare, Love and I will each other never know. <STAGE>[Turn over.]</STAGE></P>
<PB N="4" REF="7">
<P><LABEL>2 <HI>Ver&s;.</HI></LABEL> <GAP DESC="music"> He brings &s;uch woe with him, nought can exceed 'm; Souls do in &s;orrow &s;wim,</P>
<P><LABEL>3 <HI>Ver&s;.</HI></LABEL> <GAP DESC="music"> and tears do feed 'm; that every &s;en&s;e is dim, to peace and freedome: Eye me, try me, can you de&spcDash;ny me? thus he betrayes the wi&s;e: But if you to his bow do bow, your &s;oul becomes a &s;acrifice; Fiers, Miers, Brooks and Briers, kinder are than he: Then &s;hake him off with &s;corn and &s;coff, &s;ing and drink &s;ack with me.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="5" REF="7">
<HEAD>Love Surpris'd</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _O <HI>Cloris!</HI> 'twas unkindly done, fir&s;t to invade me with your Eyes; and when my yielding heart was won, then to begin your tyrannies; The generous Lion &s;traight grows meek, and gently &s;pares the fawning Cha&s;e, but the &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive wretch may &s;eek in vain for pity from that Face; Where while inchanting <HI>Syrens</HI> &s;ing, th' alured Mariner is wrackt, &s;o whirling gulfs de&s;truction bring, and overwhelm what they attract. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="6" REF="8">
<HEAD>Admired Beauty.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _I Am no Pris'ner &s;ure, nor can it be, when &s;uch rare Beauty comes to vi&s;it me: The free and uncontroled Air's confin'd, more than my mind, when it reflects upon tho&s;e beams that lately in my pri&s;on &s;hon; that glorious Angel which was &s;ent to free the captive Saint, more bright Divinity brought not with him, than in this dark&s;ome place, from <HI>Atalanta</HI>'s face brake forth and ravi&s;h'd me, with adoration of that De&spcDash;i&spcDash;tie: Ble&s;t <HI>A&spcDash;talanta,</HI> may that powerful &s;pring of Beauty
<PB N="7" REF="8"><GAP DESC="music"> in thy Cheeks ne'r die, but bring thee more Idolaters: May the faction now &s;ee in thy Brow their errors, and repent, that thought it &s;in to wor&s;hip &s;uch a Saint. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>On <HI>Celia.</HI></HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WEre <HI>Celia</HI> but as cha&s;te as fair, how could I ki&s;s the &s;nare, and never be weary of my Captivitie! But &s;he's a Whore that cools my blood; Oh that &s;he were le&s;s hand&s;ome, or more good. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Would you believe that there can re&s;t</L>
<L>Deceit within that Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Or that tho&s;e Eyes</L>
<L>Which look like friends are onely &s;pies:</L>
<L>But &s;he's a Whore; yet &s;ure I lie.</L>
<L>May not their be, degrees of Cha&s;titie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>No, no, what means that wanton &s;mile,</L>
<L>But onely to beguile;</L>
<L>Thus did the fir&s;t</L>
<L>Of Women make all men accur&s;t;</L>
<L>I for their &s;akes give Women o're,</L>
<L>The fir&s;t was fal&s;e, the faire&s;t was a Whore.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="8" REF="9">
<HEAD>Loves Theft.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _LOve &s;till a Child a Bee per&s;ues, who&s;e thighs hung with fre&s;h morning dews, perfumes the aire, and alures the Wag, to &s;poil him for his Honey bag; they grapple, the Bee &s;tings the Elfe, he to his Mother flies to moan him&s;elf: She &s;mil'd and &s;ayes, Do not complain my Child, but learn by thy ju&s;t pain, how many a wretched Lovers heart th' ha&s;t &s;tung unju&s;tly with thy Dart; and that till th' ha&s;t the grace to be more pitiful, none ought to pity thee. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="9" REF="9">
<HEAD>A Calme.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _CEa&s;e Warring Thoughts, and let his Brain no more di&s;cord entertain, but be &s;mooth and calm again; Ye Chri&s;tal Rivers that are nigh, as your Streams are pa&s;&s;ing by, teach your murmurs Harmony; Ye Winds that wait upon the Spring, and perfumes to Flowers do bring, let your Amorous whi&s;pers here, breath &s;oft Mu&s;ick to his ear; Ye warbling Nightingals repair from every Wood to charm this air; and with the wonders of your bre&s;t, each &s;triving to excel the re&s;t, when it is time to 'wake him, clo&s;e your Parts, and drop down from the Trees with broken hearts. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="10" REF="10">
<HEAD>On Man's fraily.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _SHort as this Hour, and brittle as that Gla&s;s, is Life, who&s;e cares tho&s;e &s;ands in number pa&s;s: If with this pre&s;ent Hour tho&s;e cares conclude, turn but the Gla&s;s, and they are all renew'd: Tho&s;e &s;ands not much exceed a handful, yet each minute brings a load of griefs with it: Oh! how unhappy is the Reck'ning then betwixt the Sorrow and the Hours of Men? But when Death finds fit time with his pale dart to break Lifes thin walls, and tran&s;peirce the Heart; this Care-&s;tuff'd carca&s;e, in the grave being thru&s;t,
<PB N="11" REF="10"><GAP DESC="music"> will moulder, and become a heap of du&s;t. Study this Embleme, and that lets thee &s;ee what now thou art, and &s;halt hereafter be. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>The <HI>Haymaker</HI>'s Song.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _THe morning doth wa&s;t, to the Medowes lets ha&s;t, for the Sun doth with glo&spcDash;ry &s;hine on them; the Maidens mu&s;t Rake while&s;t the Haycocks we make, then merrily tumble upon them. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>The envy of Court</L>
<L>Ne'r aims at our &s;port,</L>
<L>For we live both hone&s;t and meanly;</L>
<L>Their Ladies are Fine,</L>
<L>But to <HI>Venus</HI> encline,</L>
<L>And our La&s;&s;es are harmle&s;s and clenly.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Then let us advance</L>
<L>Our &s;elves in a dance,</L>
<L>And afterwards fall to our labour;</L>
<L>No mea&s;ure &s;o meet</L>
<L>Nor Mu&s;ick &s;o &s;weet,</L>
<L>To us as a Pipe and a Tabor.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="12" REF="11">
<HEAD>Advice to <HI>Cloris.</HI></HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> <HI>_CLoris</HI> forbear a while, do not o're-joy me, urge not another &s;mile <HI>_CLoris</HI> forbear a while, <HI>&amp;c.</HI> le&s;t it de&s;troy me: That Beauty plea&s;eth mo&s;t, and is be&s;t taking, which &s;oon is won, &s;oon lo&s;t, kind, yet for&s;aking: I love a Coming Lady, faith I do, but now and then I'de have her &s;cornful to. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>O're-cloud tho&s;e Eyes of thine,</L>
<L>Boo-peep thy features,</L>
<L>Warm with an <HI>April</HI> &s;hine,</L>
<L>Scorch not thy Creatures;</L>
<L>Still to di&s;play thy ware,</L>
<L>Still to be fooling,</L>
<L>Argues how rude you are</L>
<L>In <HI>Cupids</HI> Schooling;</L>
<L>Di&s;dain begets a &s;mile, &s;corn draws us nigh,</L>
<L>'Tis cau&s;e I would, and cannot, makes me try.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Cloris</HI> I'de have thee wi&s;e</L>
<L>When Gallants view thee,</L>
<L>And Court do thou di&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>Fly tho&s;e pur&s;ue thee;</L>
<L>Fa&s;ts move an appetite,</L>
<L>Makes hunger greater;</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;tinted of delight</L>
<L>Fals to't the better:</L>
<L>Be coy and kind by turns, be &s;mooth and rough,</L>
<L>And buckle now and then, and that's enough.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="13" REF="11">
<HEAD>The Exile.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _HAve you ob&s;erv'd the Hermet when he runs his weary race, without a home like other men, but walks from place to place? Look then on me, whom grief makes tame; my wandring fortunes are the &s;ame, known onely by another name. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Or have you &s;een a helple&s;s man,</L>
<L>Pur&s;u'd from Town to Town;</L>
<L>Who&s;e guilt from hone&s;ty began,</L>
<L>And loyalty to th' Crown?</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t untrod Thorns have you bin lead,</L>
<L>Or &s;een a tumbl'd Sick-mans B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">d?</L>
<L>Such places for &s;uch faults I tred.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Like him that is confin'd to be,</L>
<L>Clo&s;e Pri&s;oner all his dayes;</L>
<L>Or cloy'd with too much libertie,</L>
<L>Or bani&s;h't &s;undry wayes:</L>
<L>Although my patience &s;corns to grutch,</L>
<L>Yet my intemperate &s;tate is &s;uch</L>
<L>Plagu'd with too little, or too much.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Have you beheld the &s;ick e&s;tate</L>
<L>Of &s;eperated Doves?</L>
<L>So 'tis with mee, &s;o with my Mate,</L>
<L>But crueller it proves:</L>
<L>Yet why &s;o angry have I been,</L>
<L>Since in the&s;e latter dayes there's &s;een,</L>
<L>Such difference 'twixt the King and Queen.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;ince the Law alowes no Love,</L>
<L>And Tyranny &s;o reigns,</L>
<L>We will implore the Powers above</L>
<L>To ea&s;e us of our pains:</L>
<L>Then let there be with one intent,</L>
<L>Petitions unto <HI>Cupid</HI> &s;ent;</L>
<L>Never to call a Parliament.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="14" REF="12">
<HEAD>Loves Theft.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _KNow my Dear Idol <HI>Cloris,</HI> that all zealous, here at thine alter I would pro&s;trate &s;tay; But common morn of every houre jealous, to my di&s;a&s;ter brings the Star of day: <HI>Cloris</HI> farewell, Oh! let me dying vani&s;h; day-light is come, my delight hence to bani&s;h. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Why with &s;uch fi'ry &s;peed ince&s;&s;ant driver,</L>
<L>Bring'&s;t thou a light that ob&s;cures Lovers Skyes,</L>
<L>Controul thy Race, keep back thy Beamie-Quiver,</L>
<L>What needs more day, then &s;hoots from the&s;e fair Eyes.</L>
<L><HI>Cloris</HI> farewell, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Tru&s;ty Night that in favour of clo&s;e Lovers,</L>
<L>Friendly di&s;playes thy &s;ecuring Veils,</L>
<L>Fright back pale Morn; tell her thy &s;hady covers</L>
<L>Can light us back to Love's &s;ecret a&s;&s;ails.</L>
<L><HI>Cloris</HI> farewell, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Can it be, ye gods, whom I importune,</L>
<L>That this dayes birth &s;hould make Loves Morning dye?</L>
<L>And this fir&s;t dawn of my yet tender fortune</L>
<L>Mu&s;t it make wings, before fledg'd Night doth fly.</L>
<L><HI>Cloris</HI> farewel, Oh! let me dying vani&s;h,</L>
<L>Day-light is come, my delight hence to bani&s;h.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="15" REF="12">
<HEAD>A Health to <HI>Bacchus.</HI></HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _BRing us up &s;ome Sack and Claret, clean Pipes, and the be&s;t Va|rinus, weel &s;well our Veins, and wa&s;h our Brains, and <HI>Tom</HI> &s;hall &s;moak his wry no&s;e: Then to <HI>Bacchus</HI> wee with mer&spcDash;ry glee, while&s;t round our Cups are turning, will &s;acri|fice this <HI>Indian</HI> Spice on the&s;e white Altars burning. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis nought to Bleed to death Sir,</L>
<L>We'l therefore talk no trea&s;on;</L>
<L>But with this Provi&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>And Amunition,</L>
<L>Beat down the Fort of Rea&s;on:</L>
<L>Still will we drink,</L>
<L>Make our Arms cry clink,</L>
<L>Be free without Commanding;</L>
<L>Di&s;charge the Can,</L>
<L>Till every man</L>
<L>Bid good-night too's Under&s;tanding.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="16" REF="13">
<HEAD>Coyne&s;s in Love.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _NAy prethee do be Coy, and &s;light me; I mu&s;t love, though thou abhor it; thy pretty Nicene&s;s doth invite me; &s;corn me, and I &s;hall love thee for it: That world of Beauty that is in you, Ile overcome like <HI>Alexander;</HI> in Amorous flames I will continue, un&s;indg'd like any Salamander.</P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Do not be won too &s;oon I prethee,</L>
<L>But let mee woe while thou do'&s;t fly mee,</L>
<L>'Tis my delight to dally with thee,</L>
<L>I'le court thee &s;till if thoul't deny mee;</L>
<L>I've fre&s;h &s;upplyes on all occa&s;ions</L>
<L>Of thoughts as various as your Face is;</L>
<L>No Directory for Eva&s;ions,</L>
<L>Nor will I woe by Common-places.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>My hearts with Antidotes provided,</L>
<L>Nor will I dye when you frown on mee;</L>
<L>I'm merry when I am derided,</L>
<L>Now laugh at mee, I think 'tis on mee:</L>
<L>'Tis fancy only makes your plea&s;ures,</L>
<L>Nor have they being, but conceited;</L>
<L>And when we come to dig tho&s;e trea&s;ures,</L>
<L>We &s;ee our &s;elves, our &s;elves have cheated.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then if thour't minded to de&s;troy me,</L>
<L>Love mee much, and love me ever;</L>
<L>I'le love the more, &s;o thou may'&s;t &s;lay mee,</L>
<L>And I'm thy Martyr then or never.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="17" REF="13">
<HEAD>A <HI>Schi&s;matick</HI> in Love.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _MI&s;take me not, I am not of that mind, to hate all Women kinde; nor can you &s;o my pa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ience Vex, to make my Pen Bla&s;pheme your Sex: Or with my Satyres bite you; yet there are &s;ome in your free State, &s;ome things in tho&s;e who are Candidate; that he who Loves, or is him&s;elf, mu&s;t hate; yet I'le not therefore &s;light you: For I'm a Schi&s;matick in Love, and what makes men adore it? in me does more affection move, I love the better for it. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>I vow I am &s;o far from loving none,</L>
<L>That I Love every one;</L>
<L>If Fair, or Neat, I mu&s;t, if Brown &s;he be,</L>
<L>She's Lovely, and for &s;ympathie;</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e we're alike I love her:</L>
<L>If Tall, &s;he's Proper; and if Short,</L>
<L>She's humble, and I love her for't;</L>
<L>Small, Pretty; Fat is plea&s;ant; ev'ry Sort</L>
<L>Some gracefull good di&s;cover:</L>
<L>If Young, &s;he's plyant to the Sport,</L>
<L>And though her Vi&s;age carry</L>
<L>Gray Hairs and wrinkles; yet I'le court,</L>
<L>And &s;o turn Antiquary.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Be her Hair Red, be her Lips Gray, or Blew,</L>
<L>Or any other hue;</L>
<L>Or has &s;he but the Ruins of a No&s;e,</L>
<L>Or but Eye-&s;ockets, Ile Love tho&s;e;</L>
<L>Though Skales, not Skin doth cloath her;</L>
<L>Though from her Lungs, the Sent that comes</L>
<L>Does Rout her Teeth; out of her Gums</L>
<L>Ile count all tho&s;e for high Encomiums,</L>
<L>Nor will I therefore loath her;</L>
<L>There are no Rules for Beauty, but</L>
<L>'Tis as Fancy makes it,</L>
<L>Be you but kind, I'le &s;ay you're Fair,</L>
<L>And all for truth &s;hall take it.</L>
</LG>
<GAP DESC="missing" EXTENT="2 pages">
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="20" REF="14">
<HEAD>Fortune Adored.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _LEt whining Lovers mag-ni-fie their little gods great Deitie, my Love proof-heart de&spcDash;fies his childi&s;h dart; nor will I humor any more that Son of a Whore: 'Tis Fortune, Fortune onely I adore. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Then (Sacred Gode&s;&s;e) &s;ince I do,</L>
<L>Renounce all Deities for you,</L>
<L>Be kind and free,</L>
<L>Unto your Votarie;</L>
<L>Let my condition happy prove,</L>
<L>And &s;o much above</L>
<L>Men's pity, that it may their envy move.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Or if I am decreed to be,</L>
<L>An Object of your Tyranie;</L>
<L>Let me not know,</L>
<L>What 'tis to Ebb and Flow:</L>
<L>Make me no more your Tennis-Ball,</L>
<L>But take away all,</L>
<L>That I may hope to ri&s;e, not fear to fall</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="21" REF="14">
<HEAD>Loves Pa&s;&s;ion.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHat will become of me? I'm all chang'd to a weeping Ho&s;pital; my Tongue (which once could &s;peak) can &s;ay, nothing but <HI>Ce&spcDash;li&spcDash;a, Ce&spcDash;li&spcDash;a:</HI> and <HI>Cupid</HI> too hath made me blind, le&s;t I my &s;tolen Heart &s;hould find; thus main'd be|fore her do I lie, without a Tongue, a Heart, or Eye. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;ee the Miracle, She's kind,</L>
<L>And doth my fettered Tongue unbind;</L>
<L>The Sun-&s;hine of her Smile doth quite</L>
<L>Di&s;pell the Meteors in my Sight;</L>
<L>And in an in&s;tant I recover</L>
<L>Heart enough to &s;erve a Lover:</L>
<L>Thus when She li&s;t, She can recall</L>
<L>My Tongue, my Eyes, my Heart and all.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Then (Deare&s;t <HI>Caelia</HI>) let me pay</L>
<L>Rent-ki&s;&s;es to thee every day;</L>
<L>They are Loves Peppercorns, and &s;hew</L>
<L>I'm Tenant of my &s;elf to you;</L>
<L>Your Favour only mu&s;t confirm</L>
<L>My Title, and enlarge my Term:</L>
<L>'Twill me a va&s;t Sub&s;i&s;tance give,</L>
<L>And you the Honour that I live.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="22" REF="15">
<HEAD>Love Enlightned.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WElcom my heart, thou'&s;t fondly &s;tray'd to find content in Widdow, Maid, or Woman-kind; who&s;e wind-like change, now courteous, now perver&s;e, and change their Loves de&s;igne, their Heat's a Fire that ne'r decays, but &s;till flames higher. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Their Bu&s;ine&s;s Pride, their Beauties &s;hape</L>
<L>A Looking-gla&s;&s;e for th'amorous Ape</L>
<L>To &s;pend him&s;elfe, and Hours therein;</L>
<L>Their Court-&s;hips, Garbes, but Fraud and Sin:</L>
<L>Say, &s;ay my Heart, Ha&s;t not this found,</L>
<L>And that there very Ki&s;&s;es wound?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Yes, yes, my Bre&s;t thence (taught) I fly</L>
<L>Back from that Syrian Company;</L>
<L>Who not lov'd, hate; if lov'd, de&s;pi&s;e;</L>
<L>If had, in&s;ult and tyranize:</L>
<L>Therefore I add, Ble&s;t is his Lot,</L>
<L>That will not know, and loves them not.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="23" REF="15">
<HEAD>Love decyphered.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _LOve, Love I fly thy power, my fearful heart how &s;he may prove arms me again&s;t thy Dart; and though I'm ignorant the Knowing &s;ay, thy Courtiers have more toil&s;ome Cares then Play; therefore I'le hugg my Cave, and Live alone, and love my Self better for loving none. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>For what is Love, but th'Brat of fond Conceit,</L>
<L>Bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, of Idlene&s;s a very Cheat?</L>
<L>They pay's our dream'd Eliziums, minutes Joys,</L>
<L>With years of perver&s;s Humours, Fear a noyes:</L>
<L>Then welcome Cave, where Prayers and Tears &s;hall prove</L>
<L>My active Bu&s;ine&s;&s;e for Cele&s;tial Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Here calmly pen&s;ive pious Thoughts &s;hall be</L>
<L>With my good Angell, my choice Companie</L>
<L>And Contemplation of tho&s;e Joys above,</L>
<L>As the &s;ame fire &s;hall dead the flames of Love;</L>
<L>The Spring my Drink, the Hearbs my Meat, this Cave</L>
<L>Shall be my Pri&s;on, Pallace, Church and Grave.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="24" REF="16">
<HEAD>Love di&s;guis'd.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _LOve in di&s;gui&s;e the other day &s;ought with fly cunning to betray &s;ome wandring Heart or other with fair pretence, and Flateries Fine; He came (alas!) and &s;eis'd on mine, but took it for another. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Now in his Chains I fettered lye,</L>
<L>But cannot tell for what, or why;</L>
<L>No Plaintiffe will declare;</L>
<L>Impri&s;onment I mu&s;t imbrace</L>
<L>For doting on &s;ome killing Face</L>
<L>That will not now appear.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Clorinda</HI> too, &s;oon as She heard</L>
<L>That I was Tain, had no regard,</L>
<L>But ca&s;t her Frowns to grieve me;</L>
<L>To &s;atisfie her cold Di&s;dain,</L>
<L>She lets me &s;till live in my pain,</L>
<L>And will no more releive me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="25" REF="16">
<HEAD>Con&s;tancy.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _BElieve me Love, by tho&s;e fair Eyes that ble&s;s the World with light, and to the blind give &s;ight; by this cha&s;t ki&s;s, this pretious breath that re&s;cu'd my poor Heart from death, it &s;till remains thy conquer'd pri&s;e! </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>By Vertues felf, Enthron'd in thee,</L>
<L>For other Beauties were</L>
<L>But th' Figure of what's Rare;</L>
<L>No thoughts of change di&s;turb my re&s;t,</L>
<L>Who&s;e heats con&s;ume, not warm the bre&s;t,</L>
<L>There's no content like con&s;tancie!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Yet &s;hould'&s;t thou not continue mine</L>
<L>As firm as when I fir&s;t</L>
<L>Love in my bo&s;ome Nur&s;t;</L>
<L>I would the Ba&s;tard bani&s;h thence,</L>
<L>Though yet the Child of Innocence,</L>
<L>And prove him humane, not divine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Did not thy fires pre&s;erve my flame,</L>
<L>It &s;hould di&s;per&s;ing fly,</L>
<L>Like &s;parks at every eye</L>
<L>With wanton liberty &s;hould range,</L>
<L>And every minute covet change,</L>
<L>Till it di&s;olv'd Loves holy frame</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Then till thy fancy change thy minde,</L>
<L>If I without offence</L>
<L>May doubt &s;uch Innocence?</L>
<L>My love &s;hall be &s;o purely free,</L>
<L>From loo&s;e thoughts of disloyaltie;</L>
<L>It &s;hall teach Turtles to be kind.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="26" REF="17">
<HEAD>The Cheat.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHit a Pox do&s;t thou mu&s;e on? Boy, give us the Wine, the Saint in that &s;hrine mu&s;t not be prophan'd; the per&s;ecuted Sack is the thing we do lack, who&s;e Au&s;picious &s;light, makes our heads and hearts light, that the fear of her lo&s;s had er'&s;t ty'd up and chain'd. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Not a Relique of her but we ought to adore,</L>
<L>And prize it before</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Tell-tales of Time;</L>
<L>True, <HI>Ellen</HI> and <HI>Lucy</HI></L>
<L>Were Saints, but not Juicy;</L>
<L>And <HI>Winifreds-Well</HI></L>
<L>Bears no &s;ound of a Spell;</L>
<L>If it had, &s;ome had written her Acts more &s;ublim.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Know the Time will come, Sirrah, as it was of yore,</L>
<L>A Dram and no more</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;erve &s;uch a Clown;</L>
<L>Let then hes welcome ring-Boys;</L>
<L>'Tis her &s;light bring us joy Boys,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Patience is &s;uch</L>
<L>She doth not care how much</L>
<L>We of her do con&s;ume, be but true to the Crown.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis the flavour of this makes the Miter to &s;tand,</L>
<L>The Crown to comand,</L>
<L>The Mare-maid to &s;ing;</L>
<L>Makes the Motes in the Sun</L>
<L>Like to Ganimeds run,</L>
<L>The Fleece-Coats with Gold,</L>
<L>And the Seaven Stars uphold,</L>
<L>'Tis her Influence makes the Twelve Hou&s;es to ring,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Then drink, fall, and adore her, 'tis fit we &s;houl be</L>
<L>More humble then &s;he</L>
<L>Hath travel'd for us;</L>
<L>Let's the Convoy then ble&s;s,</L>
<L>And the Merchant no le&s;s,</L>
<L>To'th Vintner a Health</L>
<L>Who from them got by Stealth,</L>
<L>This Jem, with inten&s;ion to barter with us,</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="27" REF="17">
<HEAD>To Phelicia.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> <HI>_PPhelicia,</HI> &s;ince that I find true true to thy &s;elf, and ju&s;t to me, ne'r fear their depo&s;ing: For tho&s;e Repelling Looks of thine mu&s;t keep thee &s;afe, &s;ecurely mine, 'gain&s;t our Fates oppo&s;ing. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>No matter though thy Votaries</L>
<L>Complain how thou do&s;t tyranize,</L>
<L>And do re&s;olve to &s;torm</L>
<L>Thy Beauties Citadell; Be wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Thou art beyond their &s;ubtilties</L>
<L>Thus circled in my arme.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Should they with factious force rebell,</L>
<L>Their faith and loyalties (too) &s;ell;</L>
<L>'Tis what we mu&s;t expect;</L>
<L>For when at fir&s;t they did pretend</L>
<L>A duty, 'twas for their own end,</L>
<L>And treachery in effect.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>So &s;uch as have de&s;ire of power</L>
<L>Think other goverment too &s;ower,</L>
<L>And preach up libertie;</L>
<L>Till they into the &s;tirrup get,</L>
<L>And mounted are by others wit</L>
<L>It'h place they did defie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Nay, though they &s;wear they'l make thee far</L>
<L>More glorious then the Ea&s;tern Star,</L>
<L>Know, &s;uch as &s;wear will lye;</L>
<L>And 't hath been prov'd in tricks of State</L>
<L>When they have got as they would ha 't,</L>
<L>Now have at all, they cry.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI</HEAD>
<L>Then deare&s;t, in thine own hands keep</L>
<L>That power that will pre&s;erve thy &s;leep</L>
<L>Again&s;t con&s;piracie,</L>
<L>Let thy maje&s;tick frowns repell</L>
<L>All trecherous hearts that would rebell,</L>
<L>But keep thy &s;miles for me.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="28" REF="18">
<HEAD>The <HI>Presbyters</HI> Gill.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _HAng the Presbyters Gill bring a Pint of Sack <HI>Will</HI> more Orthodox of the two; though a &s;lender di&s;pute will &s;trike the El&s;e Mute, he's one of the hone&s;ter Crew. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>In a Pint there's &s;mall heart;</L>
<L>Sirrah&punc; bring us a Quart;</L>
<L>Their's &s;ub&s;tance and vigour met,</L>
<L>'Twill hold us in Play</L>
<L>Some part of the Day,</L>
<L>But wee'l &s;ink him before Sun-&s;et.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>The dating old Pottle</L>
<L>Does now bid us Battaile,</L>
<L>Let's try what his &s;trength can do;</L>
<L>Keep your Ranks, and your Files,</L>
<L>And for all his Wiles</L>
<L>Wee'l tumble him down Stairs too.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The Stout Bre&s;ted Lumbard</L>
<L>His Brains ne'r incumbred</L>
<L>With drinking of Gallons three,</L>
<L><HI>Trycongius</HI> was named,</L>
<L>And by <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> Famed,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ho dubbed him Knight Cap-a-pe.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>If then Honour be in't,</L>
<L>Why a Pox &s;hould we &s;lint</L>
<L>Our &s;elves of the fulne&s;s it bears?</L>
<L>H'has le&s;s Wit than an Ape</L>
<L>In the Bloud of the Grape</L>
<L>Will not plunge him&s;elf o're Head and Ears</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Then Summon the Gallon,</L>
<L>A &s;tout Foe, and a Tall one,</L>
<L>And likely to hold us to't;</L>
<L>Keep but Coyn in your Pur&s;e,</L>
<L>The word is Disbur&s;e,</L>
<L>I'le warrant he'l &s;leep at your foot.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>See the bold foe appears,</L>
<L>May he fall that him fears,</L>
<L>Keep you but clo&s;e order and then,</L>
<L>Wee will give him the Rout</L>
<L>Be he never &s;o &s;tout,</L>
<L>And prepare for his Railying Agen.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Let's drain the whole Cellar,</L>
<L>Pipes, Buts, and the Dweller,</L>
<L>If the Wine flotes not the fa&s;ter;</L>
<L><HI>Will,</HI> when thou do'&s;t &s;lack us</L>
<L>By Warrant from <HI>Bacchus</HI></L>
<L>Wee will Cane thy Tun-belly'd Ma&s;ter.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="29" REF="18">
<HEAD>Loves Power.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> <HI>_PHelinia</HI> wept, and from her Eyes the pearly dew did fall upon her Cheeks, then &s;oon did ri&s;e the Sun and drank up all; a calm as &s;udden as the &s;torm, which &s;hew'd Love's equal force, he could as well put on the form of Anger as Remorce: <STAGE>Chor.</STAGE> She wept for lo&s;s of plea&s;ures pa&s;t, and &s;mil'd to meet them at the la&s;t. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Love &s;o in&s;pir'd her every part,</L>
<L>That &s;hee could Spirits rai&s;e;</L>
<L>And lay them with more ea&s;e and Art,</L>
<L>Then Boys crack Nuts at Plays:</L>
<L>With various Sceans of fre&s;h delight</L>
<L>We &s;pent a Summers-day,</L>
<L>Thou art my Son, in &s;pight of Night,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t thou art up I'le &s;tay:</L>
<L><HI>Chor.</HI>&mdash;But th' fancy I could not maintain,</L>
<L>And then &s;he falls to whine again.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Oh fye, quoth &s;he, can Love grow cold</L>
<L>In Thee, who's All-de&s;ire?</L>
<L>Or yet his Mother (never old)</L>
<L>In me want &s;prightly fire?</L>
<L>How can'&s;t thou then &s;o &s;oon for&s;ake</L>
<L>The Sweetne&s;s of my Love?</L>
<L>The Bare was &s;traight brought to the &s;take,</L>
<L>But baited like a Dove.</L>
<L><HI>Chor.</HI>&mdash;With that &s;he &s;mil'd, and cry'd (my heart)</L>
<L>I wi&s;h that we may never part,</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="30" REF="19">
<HEAD>The Allegory.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _AS <HI>Plutarch</HI> doth write, (a man of known credit) a Serpent there was had a mutinous Tail, rebell'd 'gain&s;t the Head, that &s;o oft had fed it, and would not permit it to lead or prevail: I'&s;t not fit that by turns we Leaders &s;hould be? Quoth the Tail, Follow me, as I've follow'd thee. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Now the Body being grown too &s;trong for the Head,</L>
<L>Quoth the Head, Since it mu&s;t be, then let it be &s;o;</L>
<L>'Tis for quietne&s;s &s;ake I yield to be lead,</L>
<L>Though I fear that from hence &s;ome danger will grow:</L>
<L>A thing &s;o unnatural never was read,</L>
<L>As the Head to turn Tail, and the Tail to turn Head.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>The Tail takes precedence as blindly leads on,</L>
<L>As deaf to the Rea&s;on the Head had it given;</L>
<L>It blu&s;ters along, and ne'r thinks upon</L>
<L>The &s;traights thorough which, th' poor Head had been driven:</L>
<L>At la&s;t by an accident a Scean of woe,</L>
<L>The Head was de&s;troy'd and the Tail peri&s;h'd too,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<PB N="31" REF="19">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>A Mon&s;ter like this, but of &s;tranger conditions,</L>
<L>Ingender'd there was in the year Thirty nine;</L>
<L>Rebell'd 'gain&s;t the Head, but with fawning Petitions,</L>
<L>To have it its right and its power to re&s;igne:</L>
<L>This Mon&s;ter, the truth on't to &s;peak, was begot</L>
<L>'Twixt a Mungrel Par&s;on, and that Witch the <HI>Scot.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>So large and &s;o mighty this Tail grew in length,</L>
<L>That where &s;o e'r it came, it &s;wept all before it;</L>
<L>There was no re&s;i&s;ting &s;o powerful a &s;trength,</L>
<L>The Head at the la&s;t was forc'd to implore it:</L>
<L>All our Ca&s;tles and Towns this Tail did &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>A &s;ad tale to tell, but believe me 'tis true.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Above &s;even years conflict this Head did indure</L>
<L>With that mon&s;terous Tail, and the &s;pawn it begot;</L>
<L>In which time &s;carce any mans life was &s;ecure,</L>
<L>Their Goods and their Cattle went all to the pot:</L>
<L>At la&s;t came a Champion with an Iron Flail,</L>
<L>And ended the &s;trife 'twixt the Head and the Tail.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>The Head being departed, the Body began</L>
<L>To con&s;ult with the Tail what be&s;t was to do;</L>
<L>Saint <HI>George</HI> (quoth the Body) 'tis &s;aid was a man,</L>
<L>But what can this thing be that's called Saint <HI>O:</HI></L>
<L>Why? he (quoth the Tail) was one of our rout,</L>
<L>And 'tis wondrous &s;trange, he &s;hould turn Tail about!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>But while they thus argu'd, in ru&s;h'd brave Saint <HI>O,</HI></L>
<L>With courage more keen, then the &s;word that he wore;</L>
<L>Quoth he, You are vile things, not fit here to grow,</L>
<L>Such Fins in this place were ne'r known heretofore:</L>
<L>The blood and the fat of the Country doth feed you,</L>
<L>And high time it is I gue&s;s now to bleed you.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>Some &s;ay that this Tail wore the mark of a <HI>P;</HI></L>
<L><HI>O</HI> is a letter in rank known before it;</L>
<L>But it makes no matter, 'tis all one to me,</L>
<L>Save this, I'm &s;ure the <HI>O</HI> had the more wit:</L>
<L>Their's no man &s;o blind but may ea&s;ily &s;ee,</L>
<L>H' has added unto his &s;mal <HI>O,</HI> a tall <HI>P.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>My &s;tory now ended, come, <HI>viva</HI> Saint <HI>George,</HI></L>
<L>That old true blew Lad and Ho&s;pital Saint;</L>
<L>Bring a But of good Sack to fill up my gorge,</L>
<L>At this tale of Head and Tail I almo&s;t faint:</L>
<L>How e'r let it pa&s;s, if you &s;tudy upon't</L>
<L>I hope you will neither make Head or Tail on't.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="32" REF="20">
<HEAD>Sacks &V;ertue.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _NE'r trouble thy &s;elf at the Times, nor their Turnings, Afflictions run Circular, and wheel about; Away with thy murmuring and thy heart-burnings with the Juice of the Grape wee'l quench the fire out; Ne'r chain nor Impri&s;on thy Soul up in &s;orrow, what fails us to day may be&spcDash;frind us to morrow; Let us &s;corn our content from others to borrow. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Though Fortune hath left us, wee'l &s;trive to regain her,</L>
<L>And Court her with Cups till her Favourer come;</L>
<L>Then we with a Courage untam'd will maintain her,</L>
<L>And &s;ilence the noice of the Enemies drumb:</L>
<L>We will fix her unto the man mo&s;t de&s;erving,</L>
<L>He'l keep her at work, as well as from &s;tarving;</L>
<L>She &s;hall not hereafter be at her own carving.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="33" REF="20">
<HEAD>To his Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e advi&s;ing him from Wine.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _HOw Deare&s;t! Art thou weary of thy fame, that thou would&s;t bani&s;h that pre&s;erves my flame? When I doe write on th' vigor of thine Eye, a &s;prightly Gla&s;s of Sack I've &s;tanding by, from whence my Pen takes life and &s;peed: That &s;mile of thine, thou ow'&s;t to Sack for my fair guile. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> That lively colour of thy Cheek and Lip,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> From the rich Claret did my fancy &s;ip;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> And from the mantling &s;parks which thence ari&s;e, </L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> I Metaphor'd tho&s;e <HI>Cupids</HI> in thy Eyes:</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> From the Lov'd Grape I can create conceit</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> Enough to rai&s;e dejection to the &mdash; Seat</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> Of Honour: &mdash; 'tis the <HI>Nepenthean</HI> Spring,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> About the which the jolly Mu&s;es &s;ing</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> Thy prai&s;es from my Ver&s;e: Oh! let me lack</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> All things el&s;e u&s;eful, &s;o thou'lt give me Sack:</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> Thou may'&s;t as well go bid me leave to live,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> As have me leave the means which Life doth give:</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> &vocaljoin; Faith, leave my Wine, and Farewell Poetrie;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music"> Forgetting which none will remember thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="34" REF="21">
<HEAD>The Deceiving Mi&s;tre&s;s.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _THine Eyes &s;hall be my Stars no more, they have decei&spcDash;ved me; He madly doth his death implore, that &s;eeks from them &s;ecuritie. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>I thought they had been fix'd on me,</L>
<L>But wandring Lights they prove;</L>
<L>The more they are admir'd in thee,</L>
<L>The more they love to gad and rove.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>As though they would out-vie the light</L>
<L>Contracted to the day;</L>
<L>Untill the glory of its &s;ight</L>
<L>Some ea&s;ie Hearts, (like mine) betray.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Yet boa&s;t not of that cruel Art</L>
<L>That &s;o out-witted mine;</L>
<L>For know, thou ne'r had&s;t got my heart,</L>
<L>Had I not more then hop'd for thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>I &s;ee their's policy in Love,</L>
<L>The &s;lower men come on;</L>
<L>The fa&s;ter your de&s;ires do move,</L>
<L>'Tis Madne&s;s you to dote upon.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>For this &s;ad truth I boldly tell,</L>
<L>Experience finds it &s;uch;</L>
<L>That had not I Lov'd half &s;o well,</L>
<L>Thou had&s;t not hated me &s;o much.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>How to chu&s;e a Mi&s;tre&s;s.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _I Would not wed the Creature that de&s;ires to know the &s;ecrets of the Marriage-bed; and to repell the fury of her fires, for&s;ooth, in all ha&s;te mu&s;t be married. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Nor &s;he who by her Parents cruelty</L>
<L>Is made to loath her &s;elf, and cares not how</L>
<L>She is be&s;tow'd, to Joy or Mi&s;ery:</L>
<L>Ne'r minding Love nor Mariages &s;trickt Vow.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Nor &s;he who hath to any been a Stale,</L>
<L>And now with Frantick Re&s;olution &s;wears</L>
<L>The next that comes to Court her &s;hall prevail,</L>
<L>Oh! &s;uch a peice would lug Love by the Ears.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="35" REF="21">
<L>Nor She that would be Wed to be made fine,</L>
<L>Thinking content &s;hould her attendant be;</L>
<L>Believing not to want what e're was mine;</L>
<L>Faith, &s;uch a Piece doth Love her &s;elf, not me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor your half Matron of &s;ome thirty five,</L>
<L>Who&s;e in good-law and good-&s;ooths have worn out</L>
<L>Her Lips and Teeth, who&s;e heart is but a Sive,</L>
<L>As fa&s;t as Love creeps in it goeth out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor the green piece that weds for the Rings &s;ake,</L>
<L>And other pretty things belonging to't;</L>
<L>The man that hath her mu&s;t her Babies make,</L>
<L>And have a Fool and thou&s;and plagues to boot.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor yet the &s;erious Soul that doth imploy</L>
<L>Her whole day at her work, or pries into</L>
<L>The Cooks Affairs, in her there is &s;mall joy,</L>
<L>She'l Love me when She'as nothing el&s;e to do.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now &s;ome will &s;ay, I cann't find &s;uch an one,</L>
<L>That is from one or all the&s;e follies free;</L>
<L>To &s;uch I an&s;wer, that they are unknown,</L>
<L>Unto thy worth, and ignorant of thee.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Jealou&s;ie.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _THe day that's lo&s;t ere &s;carcely &s;hown, might rule eternally, did not the pre|rogative of Night in&s;inuate a &s;ov'raignty: The Spring and Summer cropt ere blown, with all their gaudy train, might ever &s;ea&s;on our delight, did not intruding Winter reign. </P>
<LG>
<L>The Sea who&s;e often Shipwracks &s;trike</L>
<L>A fear into the Advent'rers mind,</L>
<L>Would &s;afely harbour did no Storm</L>
<L>Engage its nature to the Wind:</L>
<L>All things in goodne&s;s would be like,</L>
<L>Did not their ills their differ'nce &s;hew;</L>
<L>Beauty in freedome as in form,</L>
<L>And Nature no decaying know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Youth dwell for ever on our Cheeks,</L>
<L>Did not the Iron hand of Age</L>
<L>Imprint a Ruine or di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Invade our healths and life Engage:</L>
<L>Man might po&s;&s;e&s;s as &s;oon as &s;eek,</L>
<L>The plea&s;ures that do &s;o entice;</L>
<L>But his own nature doth di&s;plea&s;e,</L>
<L>El&s;e Earth had been a Paradi&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So, had not cruel Love crept in,</L>
<L>My heart had been from pa&s;&s;ion free;</L>
<L>And my content had been my own,</L>
<L>Not &s;lav'd to &s;otti&s;h Jealou&s;ie:</L>
<L>But Love hath rais'd &s;uch war within,</L>
<L>It doth di&s;turb my peaceful pores;</L>
<L>And Tyrant-like (Alas!) hath thrown</L>
<L>My Re&s;t and Quiet out of dores.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="36" REF="22">
<HEAD>The poor <HI>Scholar</HI>'s Song.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHat Creatures on Earth can boa&s;t freer mirth, le&s;s envy'd and loved than wee; though Learning grow poor we &s;corn to implore a gift but what's noble and free. </P>
<LG>
<L>Our freedome of mind</L>
<L>Cannot be confin'd,</L>
<L>With Riches we're inwardly ble&s;t;</L>
<L>Nor Death nor the Grave</L>
<L>Our worths can deprave,</L>
<L>Nor Malice our A&s;hesmole&s;t:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When &s;uch Moles as you</L>
<L>Your own Earth &s;hall mue,</L>
<L>And Worms &s;hall your memory eat;</L>
<L>Our names being read,</L>
<L>Shall &s;trike Envy dead,</L>
<L>And Ages our Worths &s;hall repeat.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>&V;pon Recovery of a fit of Sickne&s;s.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _TIs true; I did receive a Life from you: For he's unju&s;t that &s;hall deny the miracles thou do&s;t: When my poor Heart was ready to depart this air, thou cam'&s;t to vi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">it me, and brought'&s;t me heavenly Surgerie in either Eye. </P>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ee,</L>
<L>This mercy's full of crueltie;</L>
<L>For I had paid</L>
<L>But one poor Life, had then my frame decay'd:</L>
<L>When now to plea&s;e</L>
<L>Your Pride is a Di&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>Pa&s;t cure; for with each minute I</L>
<L>Suffer a Death, yet cannot dye;</L>
<L>'Tis Tyranny.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Heart,</L>
<L>Whereon you practi&s;e all your Art;</L>
<L>You'l &s;ay's your own,</L>
<L>So Surg'ons torture ere their skill be &s;hown:</L>
<L>If you'l devi&s;e</L>
<L>Mine to Anotomi&s;e,</L>
<L>That &s;o you may advance your skill;</L>
<L>Fir&s;t be &s;o kind as throughly kill;</L>
<L>My wi&s;h fulfill.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="37" REF="22">
<HEAD>A Ki&s;s.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHen thou <HI>O&s;tella</HI> grac'd me with a Ki&s;s, it was conceiv'd it could not wound my Bli&s;s, or di&s;compo&s;e the Quiet I po&s;&s;e&s;t, e're Love u&s;urp'd the freedome of my brea&s;t; But this I find, &s;uch Bli&s;s, &s;uch Torment too, I ne'r had felt, had I not fanci'd you. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>That welcom'd Ki&s;s &s;hot fire at every part,</L>
<L>Till it had &s;eiz'd the Chamber of my Heart;</L>
<L>And there &s;urpriz'd the Virgin of Content</L>
<L>That ne'r knew Love before, or Detriment:</L>
<L>The Bee &s;o leaves her &s;ting, yet doth not know,</L>
<L>Mi&s;taking thus where &s;hee hath hurt or no.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Then when with Sighs and Tears I &s;trive to kill</L>
<L>The Raging Heat, they but augment my ill;</L>
<L>The more I breath, the more the Flames a&s;pire,</L>
<L>Love turns my Tears to Oyle to feed the Fire;</L>
<L>And when to you my Griefs I would impart,</L>
<L>Fear tyes my Tongue and Love enthrals my Heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Licen&s;e my love <HI>O&s;tella</HI> then, and give</L>
<L>A Cure to that, el&s;e mu&s;t not hope to live;</L>
<L>Nor glory in this conquer'd Heart of mine,</L>
<L>Pitie will make your Beauty more divine;</L>
<L>Soften your Heart like mine that doats on you,</L>
<L>Or teach me how to make mine Marble too.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="38" REF="23">
<HEAD>His Mi&s;tri&s;s bidding him make another choice.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _KNow Deare&s;t 'twas no ea&s;ie Art could &s;o have conquer'd me, my brea&s;t was proof again&s;t the Dart of any foe but thee: And had&s;t thou wounded me with &s;miles, then cur'd me with a ki&s;s, I had contemn'd thy Sexes wiles as Enemies to Bli&s;s. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>But having caught me in the &s;nare,</L>
<L>I cann't with ea&s;e return;</L>
<L>Had others harmes made me beware</L>
<L>I might have left to burn:</L>
<L>But greedy of my mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>I courted &s;o my fate;</L>
<L>The Object &s;pake all Love to me,</L>
<L>But the Effect on't hate.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>No Beauty but thy own &s;hall make,</L>
<L>Me &s;en&s;ible of wo;</L>
<L>For when I do the &s;ame for&s;ake,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t my bli&s;s forego:</L>
<L>My heart &s;hall never yield it &s;elf,</L>
<L>A pri&s;oner, but to thee,</L>
<L>For no re&s;pect to prai&s;e or pelf,</L>
<L>Shall bribe my con&s;tancie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>When thou &s;halt frame thy Throne of Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Look down on my &s;ad heart;</L>
<L>And know for who&s;e dear &s;ake it is</L>
<L>Appointed &s;o to &s;mart:</L>
<L>When thou &s;halt find I prize thy joy</L>
<L>More then my own content;</L>
<L>What heart but thine could &s;o de&s;troy</L>
<L>A heart &s;o innocent.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>When thou &s;halt find my youth to wa&s;te,</L>
<L>My Loyalty indure;</L>
<L>And I no other joys do ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Then what thy hate doth &s;owre:</L>
<L>When thou &s;halt find I take delight</L>
<L>In nothing &s;aving thee;</L>
<L>If pity would my Love requite,</L>
<L>Be kind to murther me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Till when my &s;oul when 'tis mo&s;t &s;ad</L>
<L>Shall find the way to Sing</L>
<L>There is no comfort to be had,</L>
<L>But what thy Love mu&s;t bring:</L>
<L>And if thy glories think it meet</L>
<L>I mu&s;t thy Martyr be</L>
<L>When Natures watch hath left to beat,</L>
<L>Farewell Fair crueltie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="39" REF="23">
<HEAD>To a Mi&s;tre&s;s that thinks the Sight without other Injoyment is Love &s;ufficient.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _IF thou intend'&s;t only to try the &s;ilent Court&s;hip of the Eye, without the &s;en&s;e of what is good, which by Loves Fires are under&s;tood; Command tho&s;e <HI>Cupids</HI> to retire who&s;e Darts are headed with De&s;ire. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Forbid the union of our hands,</L>
<L>Each Amorous touch a heat commands;</L>
<L>Forbid our lips to meet and melt,</L>
<L>Where the pure &s;en&s;e of Love is felt:</L>
<L>Forbid thy Tongue to whi&s;per Love,</L>
<L>That very word hath power to move.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Who&s;e ardent breath infu&s;ed, can</L>
<L>Rai&s;e courage in a dying man;</L>
<L>And through each Vein fre&s;h heat re&s;tore,</L>
<L>That had been &s;tar'd with cold before:</L>
<L>So from thy Air &s;uch vigour came,</L>
<L>It curl'd my Heart into a flame.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Forbid thy Cheeks to &s;hew their Spring,</L>
<L>Forbid thy Nightingale to &s;ing;</L>
<L>Forbid thy All and every part,</L>
<L>To &s;hew &s;o much their Mi&s;tri&s;s Art:</L>
<L>For 'le&s;s thou keep'&s;t tho&s;e baits within,</L>
<L>They'l tempt an Anchorite to &s;in.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Yet &s;hould tho&s;e excellences be,</L>
<L>Depriv'd their proper u&s;e in thee;</L>
<L>Men would be apt their faiths to pawn,</L>
<L>Th'art but a picture lively drawn:</L>
<L>One which each rude pre&s;umptuous Eye,</L>
<L>Admiring fea&s;ts as well as die.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>So I confe&s;s my flames may end,</L>
<L>And thou a &s;hadow lo&s;e thy friend;</L>
<L>Unle&s;s thy fancy rai&s;e conceit,</L>
<L>Thou art my Mi&s;tri&s;s counterfeit:</L>
<L>And &s;o &s;urveying each fair part,</L>
<L>I paint her figure in my Heart.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="40" REF="24">
<HEAD>The Country Man's Life.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHo can boa&s;t a happine&s;s more compleatly &s;ure then wee, &s;ince our harmle&s;s thoughts are dre&s;t in a pure Simplicitie, and cha&s;t Nature doth di&s;pen&s;e here her Beauties Innocence? </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Envie is a &s;tranger here,</L>
<L>Ble&s;t Content our Boles do crown;</L>
<L>Let &s;uch &s;lave them&s;elves to fear</L>
<L>On who&s;e guilt the Judge doth frown;</L>
<L>We from evill Actions are</L>
<L>Free as uncorrupted Air.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>With the Turtles whi&s;per Love,</L>
<L>With the Birds we practi&s;e Mirth;</L>
<L>With our harmle&s;s Kids we move,</L>
<L>And receive our food from Earth;</L>
<L>Nor do we di&s;dain to be</L>
<L>Cloath'd with the Lambs Livery.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>To a &s;imple Coy Mi&s;tre&s;s.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHat though I did &s;wear your Eye had enough to take a Heart, yet from mine I will not part, I have read Loves Sophi&s;try: For know, Proud, I ne'r was born to endure your Sexes Scorn. </P>
<LG>
<L>Though I you a Lilly &s;wore,</L>
<L>Yet the Violets azur'd hue</L>
<L>Is for u&s;e more priz'd than you:</L>
<L>Nor will I tho&s;e Lips adore,</L>
<L>Since the Cherries trees do bear</L>
<L>Are far &s;weeter than yours are.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though I priz'd your &s;welling Bre&s;t,</L>
<L>Yet the Grape, or Goosberry</L>
<L>Yield a juice more Savory;</L>
<L>Nor will I again prote&s;t</L>
<L>To an out-&s;ide, till I know</L>
<L>'Tis for Ta&s;te as well as Show.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="41" REF="24">
<HEAD>The Real Drinker.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _DI&s;putes daily ari&s;e, and Errors grow bolder; Philo&s;ophers prattle, and &s;o does the Sizer, the more we &s;hould know then by being the older; but plainly 't appears ther's no body wi&s;er: Hee that &s;pends what hee has, and wi&s;ely drinks all, 'tis hee is the man Ma&spcDash;the&spcDash;ma&spcDash;ti&spcDash;call. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>The &s;cepticall Brain, 'tis that mo&s;t men lik<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> be&s;t,</L>
<L>To appear &s;ubtile Wits, but live in &s;u&s;pence;</L>
<L>Thus all their lives long they are but in Que&s;t,</L>
<L>And never arrive at true Science or Sen&s;e:</L>
<L>Since the Schools then di&s;pute about <HI>Ari&s;totle,</HI></L>
<L>Let us now agree in our terms o're a Pottle.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Opinion it is that governs the World;</L>
<L>Why &s;hould not mine, and the Clubbs be as free,</L>
<L>As he that a hundred into Pri&s;on hurl'd,</L>
<L>And with his Hor&s;e and his Mace confutes poor mee?</L>
<L>We have probable rea&s;ons our Tenets to back,</L>
<L>And what more pretend they that quarrell with Sack?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Since we now for mirth (Lads) our fancy di&s;po&s;es,</L>
<L>And ev'ry man thinks what he does is but rea&s;on;</L>
<L>Let's tipple a Gla&s;s round, till our Cheeks and our No&s;es</L>
<L>Are deeper dy'd than the Ro&s;e in 'its &s;ea&s;on:</L>
<L>What is demon&s;trative is approv'd by all,</L>
<L>Then drinking Healths too, is Mathematical.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>To our Mi&s;tri&s;&s;es then a full Gla&s;s be crown'd;</L>
<L>He that will not pledge it, we'l count him a Sinner;</L>
<L>Then freely ca&s;t all your Hats on the ground,</L>
<L>'Tis but what was done at a thank&s;giving-Dinner:</L>
<L>They too had rea&s;on, being in&s;pir'd by Wine,</L>
<L>To believe what they did was partly Divine.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="42" REF="25">
<HEAD>Beauty and Love at ods.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _BEauty and Love once fell at ods, and thus revil'd each other: Said Love, I am one of the gods, and you wait on my Mother: Thou ha&s;t no power ore Man at all, but what I gave to thee; nor art thou longer fair or &s;weet than men acknowledge thee. Away, Fond boy, then Beauty &s;aid, we know that thou art blind; but men have knowing eyes, and can thy graces better find: 'Twas I begot thee, Mortals know, and call'd thee <HI>Blind de&s;ire;</HI> I made thy Quiver and thy
<PB N="43" REF="25"><GAP DESC="music"> Bow, and Wings to kindle fire. Love then in an&spcDash;ger flew away, and &s;traight to <HI>Vulcan</HI> pray'd, that he would tip his &s;hafts with Scorn to puni&s;h this proud Maid. Thus Beauty ever &s;ince hath been but courted for an hour, to Love a day is now a &s;in 'gain&s;t <HI>Cupid</HI> and his pow'r. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="44" REF="26">
<HEAD>Natural Beauty be&s;t.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _BEauty plea&s;eth mo&s;t the fancy, yet a que&s;tion will ari&s;e, whether it is more in <HI>Nancy</HI> or in &s;weet <HI>Philloclea</HI>'s Eyes? Ten black Patches on a Face, adde no Beauty to that place, nor admir'd by men are wi&s;e. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Symitry &s;ome Beauty call,</L>
<L>And Colours &s;ome &s;ay ba&s;e is;</L>
<L>What &s;hall they do have none at all,</L>
<L>But are &s;ubject to di&s;graces?</L>
<L>The <HI>Frenchman</HI>'s Shop on <HI>Ludgate</HI>-Hill,</L>
<L>The Ladies there buy what they will</L>
<L>Both for their Hands and Faces.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>I wonder how to them't appears,</L>
<L>There beauty is &s;o la&s;ting,</L>
<L>That they &s;hould not at three&s;core years;</L>
<L>Nay, &s;ooner find it wa&s;ting?</L>
<L>'Tis a Fort can't long hold out,</L>
<L>Light-foot time &s;ure will it rout,</L>
<L>For after them he's ha&s;ting.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Paint Ladies therefore whil&s;t you live,</L>
<L>Alluring 'tis to plai&s;ter fair;</L>
<L>Purcha&s;e this art what ere you give,</L>
<L>It makes you appear not what you are:</L>
<L>If your hou&s;e chance once to fall,</L>
<L>Ruines fatall to you all,</L>
<L>And yee are pa&s;t all repair.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>That's perfect Beauty when the Mind,</L>
<L>(And's longer liv'd then babling Fame,)</L>
<L>To Wit and Wi&s;dome is inclin'd,</L>
<L>The Face and Body Natures frame:</L>
<L>Not patch'd up with Exchanging Shops,</L>
<L>Or devi&s;ing Taylors props;</L>
<L>Art and Ornament they &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Such a Mi&s;tris I have found,</L>
<L>With adoration her admire!</L>
<L>With all the&s;e Graces She is crown'd,</L>
<L>And I have my own de&s;ire:</L>
<L>Aged Time &s;hall Poets rai&s;e</L>
<L>More worthy far to &s;ing her prai&s;e</L>
<L>In a &s;train that is more higher.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="45" REF="26">
<HEAD>Liberty breeds Pre&s;umption.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHen the unfetter'd &s;ubjects of the Seas, the Rivers, found their &s;ilver feet at ea&s;e; no &s;ooner &s;ummon'd, but they &s;wiftly went, to meet the Ocean at a Parliament: Did not the petty Fountains &s;ay, their King, the Ocean, was no Ocean but a Spring? As now &s;ome do, the power of Kings di&s;pute; and think it le&s;s, 'cau&s;e more is added too't. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Pale Ignorance, can the exce&s;s of Store</L>
<L>Make him &s;eem poorer than he was before?</L>
<L>The Stars, the Heavens Inferior Courtiers, may</L>
<L>Govern the Nights darkne&s;s but not rule the Day:</L>
<L>Where the Sun Lords it, though they all combine</L>
<L>With <HI>Lucia,</HI> in her Vulgar dre&s;s, to &s;hine</L>
<L>Brighter than they; nor can He be &s;ubdu'd,</L>
<L>Although but one, and they a multitude.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Say Subjects, are you Stars, be it alow'd,</L>
<L>You ju&s;tly of your Members may be proud;</L>
<L>But to the Sun inferior; for know this,</L>
<L>Your Light is borrow'd, not your own, but his:</L>
<L>And as all Streams into the Ocean run,</L>
<L>You ought to pay your contribution:</L>
<L>Then do not &s;uch Ingratitude oppre&s;s,</L>
<L>To make him low that could have made you le&s;s</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="46" REF="27">
<HEAD>The true Sack-drinker.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _COme let us drink away the Time, a pox upon this peevi&s;h Rhime, when Wine runs high wits in the prime; Drink and true Drinkers are true joyes, Odes, Sonnets, and &s;uch little Toyes, are Ex&spcDash;er&spcDash;ci&spcDash;&s;es fit for Boyes. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>The whyning Lover that does place</L>
<L>His wonder in a painted Face,</L>
<L>And wa&s;ts his Sub&s;tance in the Chace,</L>
<L>Could not in melancholy pine,</L>
<L>Had he affections &s;o Divine</L>
<L>As once to fall in Love with Wine.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Then to our Liquor let us &s;it,</L>
<L>Wine makes the Soul for Action fit;</L>
<L>Who bares mo&s;t Wine has then mo&s;t wit:</L>
<L>The Gods them&s;elves their Revels keep,</L>
<L>And in pure Nectar tipple deep</L>
<L>When &s;loathfull Mortals are a&s;leep.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>They fudl'd once for Recreation,</L>
<L>In Water which by all Relation,</L>
<L>Did cau&s;e <HI>Ducalions</HI> Innundation:</L>
<L>The &s;pangled Globe, as it held mo&s;t,</L>
<L>Their Bole was with Salt-water do&s;t,</L>
<L>The Sun-burnt Center was the To&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>In Wine <HI>Apollo</HI> allwayes cho&s;e</L>
<L>His darke&s;t Oracles to di&s;clo&s;e;</L>
<L>'Twas Wine gave him his Ruby-no&s;e:</L>
<L>The gods then let us imitate,</L>
<L>Secure of Fortune and of Fate;</L>
<L>Wine Wit and Courage doth create.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<PB N="47" REF="27">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Who dares not drink's a wretched Wight,</L>
<L>Nor do I think that man dares fight</L>
<L>All day, that dares not drink all night;</L>
<L>Fill up the Goblet till it &s;wim</L>
<L>With Foam that over looks the Brim;</L>
<L>He that drinks deepe&s;t, Here's to him.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Sobrietie and Study breeds</L>
<L>Su&s;pition in our Thoughts and Deeds,</L>
<L>The Down-right Drunkard no man heeds:</L>
<L>Let me have Sack, Tobacco &s;tore,</L>
<L>A drunken Friend, a little Whore,</L>
<L>Provided, I will ask no more.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Love In&s;atiable.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHat end have his de&s;ires that takes delight in Red and White, his Eyes can never re&s;t till he do &s;ee the faire&s;t Shee; then thinking to improve his Bli&s;s, hee'd give a Kingdome for a Ki&s;s. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>If he in time obtain the Charitie</L>
<L>Of a kind Ki&s;s,</L>
<L>The touch of the warm Snow-balls on her Bre&s;t,</L>
<L>And all the re&s;t;</L>
<L>Such Favours heighten his de&s;ire,</L>
<L>And do increa&s;e, not quench the fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>If &s;he yield up her honnour to his will,</L>
<L>He'l covet &s;till;</L>
<L>Another Face inviteth him to trie</L>
<L>Varietie,</L>
<L>No &s;weets of love can &s;atisfie</L>
<L>A wanton Curio&s;itie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="48" REF="28">
<HEAD>Sacks Flavour.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _IOyn thy enamell'd Cheek to mine, I'le bring thee where is Ra&s;ie Wine; and where a loving Leagur's kept, where many Tankard tears are wept for the Ca&s;h that is gon: That is here; joy and grief, in a Tear we will wa&s;h. There we &s;tudie Revenges. Make <STAGE>Together.</STAGE> plots without hinges. More black then the fifth of <HI>November</HI>'s. With Pipe, Pot, and Cup, More black then the fifth of <HI>November</HI>'s. With Pipe, Pot, and Cup, our E&s;tates we rake up, till our Eyes do appear like the Embers. our E&s;tates we rake up, till our Eyes do appear like the Embers.</P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>There with a Sack-incen&s;ed Face,</L>
<L>In &s;peckled State an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> Grace,</L>
<L>With dabbl'd Do<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> dot<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> appear</L>
<L>The Corall front of Caveleer</L>
<L>With a Bole:</L>
<L>Full of Sack, &s;uch as can</L>
<L>In the mo&s;t dying man</L>
<L>Rai&s;e a Soul.</L>
<PB N="49" REF="28">
<L>And forbids any venter</L>
<L>The Leagure to enter,</L>
<L>Or neer it commit &s;uch a Tre&s;pa&s;s;</L>
<L>If his Cheeks do not &s;hine,</L>
<L>With the bloud of the Vine,</L>
<L>And his No&s;trils do look like a Re&s;pa&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>In <HI>Fletcher</HI>'s Wit, and <HI>John&s;on</HI>'s Style,</L>
<L>There we will &s;it and fret a while;</L>
<L>Cur&s;ing the puddle of their Brains</L>
<L>That pull'd down Grapes, and put up Grains;</L>
<L>They are Foes</L>
<L>Who with Bag-pipes for Shalmes,</L>
<L>Deal in &s;mal Beer and P&s;almes</L>
<L>Through the No&s;e;</L>
<L>May want of drink grieve them,</L>
<L>And no man releive them,</L>
<L>Till &s;corhing inform them what Hell is;</L>
<L>May <HI>Howns-ditch,</HI> and <HI>Tower-ditch,</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Shore-ditch,</HI> and <HI>More-ditch,</HI></L>
<L>Be empt'ed to fill up their Bellies.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>May all the Ills that can be thought</L>
<L>Either to heavy or to hot</L>
<L>Light on his Belly and his Back,</L>
<L>That envies as the joys of Sack:</L>
<L>Let him dye;</L>
<L>Or let him live with &s;o much &s;trife,</L>
<L>That he may beg to lo&s;e his life,</L>
<L>Till he cry</L>
<L>Good fellows forgive me;</L>
<L>If you will beleive me,</L>
<L>I &s;wear by the Sword of a Lay-man,</L>
<L>I'le draw out my Whyneard,</L>
<L>And &s;et up the Vineyard,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of the Devil and Drayman.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="50" REF="29">
<HEAD>The Re&s;olve.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _THer's no man &s;o worthy of Envy as he, drinks Sack and is free; can draw down his mind to his pre&s;ent Condition; and at that ebb can &s;hew him&s;elf a better man then's Enemy at his full tide of Ambition: H'as a brea&s;t &s;o well man'd he fears nor the thunder of tho&s;e Ba&s;tards of Fame that have got a Name by rapine and plunder; but <STAGE>Chorus.</STAGE> bravely de&s;pi&s;eth the mock Sun that ri&s;eth. He that's quiet within, what need he to care? He that's quiet within, what need he to care? though not worth a Groat, hath the whole World to &s;pare. though not worth a Groat, hath the whole World to &s;pare.</P>
<LG>
<PB N="51" REF="29">
<L>He's arm'd 'gain&s;t the Chances and Changes of State,</L>
<L>And &s;till meets his Fate</L>
<L>With a conquering Cup of the &s;toute&s;t Canarie;</L>
<L>Drinks healths to the be&s;t,</L>
<L>And he wre&s;tles with the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Yet never is foyl'd, le&s;t his liquor mi&s;carry:</L>
<L>His Thoughts are more free then the Bed that he lyes on;</L>
<L>Who puts his Cares to flight</L>
<L>A Prince is o're Night,</L>
<L>And next morning doth ri&s;e one;</L>
<L>Let Fates do what they will</L>
<L>He's the &s;elf-&s;ame man &s;till.</L>
<L><HI>Chorus.</HI>&mdash;Scepters have Pal&s;ies, and Crowns too are &s;haking,</L>
<L>He that &s;oundly doth &s;leep, need not keep others waking.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Then give us the Sack, let the Hen-hearted &s;it</L>
<L>Drink Whey and &s;ubmit,</L>
<L>His Cucumer-Courage nere does well till beaten;</L>
<L>He Camel-like kneels,</L>
<L>And his burden ne'r feels</L>
<L>Till his Back becomes gall'd, and his Carca&s;e near eaten:</L>
<L>Ha's a &s;pirit &s;o poor that every Knave rides him;</L>
<L>He's &s;oul-le&s;s alone,</L>
<L>At be&s;t but a Drone,</L>
<L>And no man abides him;</L>
<L>He's a compact of Clay</L>
<L>That will turn any away:</L>
<L><HI>Chorus.</HI>&mdash;'Tis Sack and good Company makes the Soul free,</L>
<L>Like the Mu&s;ique of that there's no Harmonie.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="52" REF="30">
<HEAD>A Dialogue between <HI>Cloris</HI> and <HI>Doris.</HI></HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _YOu have forgot then, <HI>D ris,</HI> your prote&s;t? No, I have not my <HI>Cloris,</HI> 'tis con|fe&s;t. But yet I &s;aw you &s;lide a Garland neatly tide into <HI>Urania</HI>'s hand; Let it &s;uffice, though love be blind, Lovers have many eyes. Will you appear &s;o &s;trangely full of pa&s;&s;ion? I've cau&s;e to fear di&s;&s;embled Love's in Fa&s;hion. Then why did you, I pray, with <HI>Strephon</HI> Sport and Play? You Ki&s;s'd and Danc'd till day was pa&s;t its prime, and all the while my Heart did beat the Time. </P>
<FLOATEXT LANG="eng" TYPE="dialogue">
<PB N="53" REF="30">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;May I not dance, or harmle&s;ly be ki&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;So I may chance give Garlands, if I li&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;But when you are &s;o free,</L>
<L>Me thinks you &s;teal from me</L>
<L>For every Lover, will this Text approve</L>
<L>There's Charity in all things, but in Love?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;That day the &s;torm fell to be true you &s;wore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;But when the Sun did &s;hine, you vow'd much more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;Tho&s;e con&s;tant vows I made,</L>
<L>Were by your &s;elf betray'd;</L>
<L>For I am taught to know, it is my due</L>
<L>To be no faithfuller in Love than you.</L>
</SP>
</FLOATEXT>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> <STAGE>Chorus.</STAGE> Then jealou&s;ies be gone, and keep our &s;heep, le&s;t that the Wolfe &s;hould make their Then jealou&s;ies be gone, and keep our &s;heep, le&s;t that the Wolfe &s;hould make their number Small; but of our Loves our Loves no thing Command &s;hall keep, but <HI>Cloris</HI> number Small; but of our Loves no thing Command &s;hall keep, will, and <HI>Cloris</HI> will is all. but <HI>Cloris</HI> will, and <HI>Cloris</HI> will is all.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>A Dialogue between <HI>Luca&s;ta</HI> and <HI>Alexis.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luca&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _TEll me <HI>Alexis</HI> what this parting is, that &s;o like dying is, but is not it. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alexis</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> It is a &s;ounding for a while from bli&s;s, till kind how dee 'you, calls us from the fit: If then, &amp;c.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="54" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Alexis.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> If then the Spirits onely &s;tay, l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">t mine fly to thy Bo&s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luca&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<P>And my Soul to thine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Thus in Thus in our Native Seat we gladly give our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ight for one where we can better live. our Native Seat we gladly give our right for one where we can better live.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luca&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> But oh! this Lingring Murdring Farewell Death quickly wounds; and wounding cures the ill, </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Al<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">xis.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> It is the glory of a valiant Lover, &s;till to be dying, &s;till for to recover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Soldiers &s;u&s;pected Soldiers &s;u&s;pected of their courage go, that En&s;ignes and their Bre&s;ts untorn &s;how; Love neer his Standerd, of their courage go that En&s;ignes &amp; their Bre&s;ts untorn &s;how; Love neer his Standard when his Ho&s;t he &s;ets, creates alone fre&s;h bleeding Bannerets. when his Ho&s;t he &s;ets, cre&spcDash;ates alone fre&s;h bleeding Bannerets.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="55" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Alexis</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> But part we when thy Figure I retain, &s;till in my Heart, &s;till &s;trongly in mine Eye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luca&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Shadows no longer then the Sun remain; but when his Beams that made them, fly, they fly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Vain dreams Vain dreams of Love, that onely &s;o much bli&s;s allow us as, to know our wrechedne&s;s; of Love, that onely &s;o much bli&s;s allow us, as to know our wretchedne&s;s; and deal a and deal a larger mea&s;ure in our pain, by &s;hewing joy, then hiding it again. larger mea&s;ure in our pain, by &s;hewing joy, then hiding it again. <HI>Alexis</HI> No, while&s;t Light reigns <HI>Luca&s;ta</HI> &s;till rules here, and all the night &s;hines wholly in this Sphere. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luca&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I know no Morne, but my <HI>A&spcDash;lex&spcDash;is</HI> Ray, to my dark thoughts the breaking of the day. <STAGE><HI>Chorus</HI> ag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">in. V<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">in dreams, &amp;c.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="56" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Alexis.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> So in each other, if the pitying Sun thus keep us fix'd, ne'r may his Cour&s;e be run. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luca&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> But oh! If Night us undivided make, let us &s;leep &s;till, and &s;leeping never wake. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Cruel Adieus may well adjurn a while the Se&s;&s;ions of a Look, a Ki&s;s or Smile; and leave be- Cruel Adieus may well adjurn a while the Se&s;&s;ions of a Look, a Ki&s;s or Smile; and leave be|hind an angry grieving blu&s;h; but Time nor Fate can part us joyned thus. hind an angry grieving blu&s;h; but Time nor Fate can part us joyned thus.</P>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>A Pa&s;toral Dialogue.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _COme yee Graces, come away; you plea&s;ant, hours why do you &s;tay?
<PB N="57" REF="32"><GAP DESC="music"> Upon your Mi&s;tri&s;s wait, &s;ee where in State the Queen of Love and Beauty is. On &s;uch a Solemn night as this, Sacred to ki&s;&s;ing, what bold Nymph dare be mi&s;&s;ing? They come, they come, behold the mode&s;t graces. For Loves &s;ake mend your paces, and blu&s;h not to be bold; the hours have lo&s;t their wings, I fear. No, they appear. <STAGE>Chorus.</STAGE> And <HI>Ida</HI> green is now the Court of <HI>Pa&s;&s;as</HI> Queen: when every one doth wel- And <HI>Ida</HI> green is now the Court of <HI>Pa&s;&s;as</HI> Queen: when every one doth wel|come &s;ing to <HI>Venus</HI> and their new made King. come &s;ing to <HI>Venus</HI> and their new made King. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="58" REF="33">
<HEAD>Lilly Contemn'd.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WWhy art thou &s;ad? Our Gla&s;&s;es flow like little Rivers to the Main, and ne'r a man here hath a Shrew, what need'&s;t thou then complain? Then Boyes mind your Gla&s;s, and let all News pa&s;s, that treats not of this our Canary. Let Lawyers fear their Fate. In the turn of the State. <STAGE>Chorus.</STAGE> We &s;uffer i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> this do mi&s;carry: 'Tis this will pre&s;erve us 'gain&s;t <HI>Lilly</HI>'s predictions, and We &s;uffer if this do mi&s;carry: 'Tis this will pre&s;erve us 'gain&s;t <HI>Lilly</HI>'s predictions, and make us contemn our Fate and his Fictions. make us contemn our Fate and his Fictions.</P>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="59" REF="33">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis this maintains the City Ruff,</L>
<L>And lines the Aldermen with Furr;</L>
<L>It makes the Watchmen &s;tiff and tuff</L>
<L>To call, Where go you Sir?</L>
<L>'Tis this doth advance</L>
<L>The Cap of Maintenance,</L>
<L>And keeps the Sword &s;leeping or waking;</L>
<L>It Courage doth rai&s;e</L>
<L>In &s;uch men now a dayes,</L>
<L>That heretofore cry'd at Head-aching.</L>
<L><HI>Chorus.</HI>&mdash;'Tis this doth infu&s;e in a Mi&s;er &s;ome pity,</L>
<L>And is the Genius and Soul of the City.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Then why &s;hould we de&s;pair, or think</L>
<L>The Enemy approacheth nere?</L>
<L>Let &s;uch as never u&s;e to drink</L>
<L>Sack, be en&s;lav'd to Fear:</L>
<L>Then to get Honour,</L>
<L>And that waits on her,</L>
<L>Strange Titles Illu&s;trious and Mighty,</L>
<L>We'l have a &s;mart Bout,</L>
<L>Shall &s;peak us men and &s;tout,</L>
<L>And I'le be the fir&s;t that &s;hall fight ye.</L>
<L><HI>Chorus.</HI>&mdash;He that &s;tifly can &s;tand to't, and hath the be&s;t Brain;</L>
<L>Shall be &s;tyl'd Son of <HI>Mars,</HI> and God of the Main.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Loves Charm.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _VNfold thine Arms, and let me go, thine Eyes upbraid me with neglect; my Lips &s;o clo&s;e to thy Lips grow, the clo&s;ene&s;s hinders their A&s;pect. </P>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>We fir&s;t &s;ay they found out her face,</L>
<L>And to thy wandring heart made known</L>
<L>The purcha&s;e of &s;o &s;weet a place,</L>
<L>To make a dwelling of its own.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>When men a building do erect,</L>
<L>They give not Drudges &s;o much pay</L>
<L>As they do to the Architect,</L>
<L>Who did the fir&s;t foundation lay.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Compar'd with us, what vertue hath</L>
<L>Each other &s;en&s;e; &s;ince if it mu&s;t</L>
<L>Alwayes rely upon our faith</L>
<L>To take Beauty upon tru&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Oh! Eyes: why do you thus complain?</L>
<L>We dare not rob you of your due;</L>
<L>For our Imbraces onely aim</L>
<L>To humble every &s;en&s;e to you.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="60" REF="34">
<HEAD>The Vanity of Wealth.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _IF wealth could keep a man alive, I'd onely &s;tudy how to thrive; that having <STAGE>Chorus.</STAGE> got a mighty ma&s;s, I might bribe the Fates to let me pa&s;s: But &s;ince we cann't prolong our years, But &s;ince we cann't prolong our years, why &s;pend we time in needle&s;s griefs and fears? For &s;ince De&s;tinie has decree'd, de- why &s;pend we time in needle&s;s griefs and fears? For &s;ince De&s;tinie has de|cree'd us to die, and all mu&s;t pa&s;s over the Ferry, hang Riches and Cares, &s;ince we han't many years, cree'd us to die, and all mu&s;t pa&s;s over the Ferry, hang Riches and Cares, &s;ince we han't many years, Let's have a &s;hort life and a merry. Let's have a &s;hort life and a merry.</P>
<LG>
<PB N="61" REF="34">
<L>Times keep their round, and De&s;tinie</L>
<L>Ob&s;erves not whe'r we laugh or crie;</L>
<L>And Fortune never does be&s;tow</L>
<L>A look on what we do below:</L>
<L>But men with equal labour run,</L>
<L>Either t'enrich them&s;elves, or be undon.</L>
<L>Since we can take no cour&s;e</L>
<L>To be better or wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Let none be a melancholly thinker;</L>
<L>Let the times their round go,</L>
<L>So the Cups do &s;o too,</L>
<L>Never blu&s;h at the name of a Drinker.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Mu&s;ick being heard in the dead Sea&s;on of the Night.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _O <HI>Stella,</HI> heark; How &s;weetly doth the &s;ound of Mu&s;ick in our Ears re&s;ound? how 'tis advanced by the Night, who&s;e &s;ilence adds unto delight? Our &s;en&s;es dead as Night are by the vertue of its Harmony &s;tir'd, and reviv'd; who frisk and play like wanton Kids in th' dawn of day; one Voyce doth now more comfort bring, then the whole Quire of Birds in th' Spring; it comes to vi&s;it us, like that rare thing in man &s;o wondred at. Friend&s;hip, to &s;et our Spirits free, when thrall'd in Fortunes Slaverie. </P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="62" REF="35">
<HEAD>A Dialogue between <HI>Ca&s;tadorus</HI> and <HI>Arabella.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arabella.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _DEar <HI>Ca&s;tadorus,</HI> let me ri&s;e, <HI>Aurora</HI> 'gins to jeer me; and tells me I do wantonize.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;tador.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I prethee Sweet lie neer me: Let Red <HI>Aurora</HI> &s;mile my Dear, and <HI>Phebus</HI> laughing follow; thou onely art <HI>Au&spcDash;ro&spcDash;ra</HI> here, let me be thy <HI>Apollo:</HI> It is to envy at our bli&s;s, that they do ri&s;e before us; Is their &s;uch hurt in this, or this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arabella.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Nay fye, why <HI>Ca&s;ta&spcDash;do&spcDash;rus.</HI> </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;tador.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> What <HI>Arabella,</HI> can one night of Loving dallying tire you? I could lye ever if I might, one hour let me de&s;ire you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arabella.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Nay, Fie; You hurt me, let me go, if you &s;o roughly u&s;e me, what can I
<PB N="63" REF="35"><GAP DESC="music"> &s;ay or think of you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;tador.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I prethee Sweet excu&s;e me; thy Beauty and my Love defend, I &s;hould ungently move thee, 'tis ki&s;&s;es Sweet that I intend; Is it not I that Love thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arabella.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I do confe&s;s it is, but then &s;ince you do &s;o importune, that I &s;hould once lie down again, vouch&s;afe to draw the Curtain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> <HI>Aurora</HI> and <HI>A&spcDash;pol&spcDash;lo</HI> too may vi&s;it, may vi&spcDash;&s;it &s;ilent Fields; by our con&spcDash;&s;ent <HI>Aurora</HI> and <HI>A&spcDash;pol&spcDash;lo</HI> too may vi&spcDash;&s;it &s;ilent Fields; by our con- they ne'r &s;hall know what bli&s;s our plea&s;ure yields. &s;ent they ne'r &s;hall know what bli&s;s our plea&s;ure yields.</P>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="64" REF="36">
<HEAD>A Pa&s;toral Dialogue.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _FLy, Fly good <HI>Shepherd,</HI> ha&s;t away, the Wood's be&s;et; come take this way, le&s;t that thou lo&s;e that Life which I could dye for &s;o contentedly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shepherd.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Oh! no, oh! no, my Dear I cannot Fly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nimph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I perceive 'tis I mu&s;t dye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Wrong not my Courage, nor my Love, nor let thy Fears my Ruine prove. Ile not depart, though for it I do &s;oundly &s;mart. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Prethee begone, here comes in arms a mighty throng.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shepherd.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that to mee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nimph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Oh! lovely </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Shepherd prethee flee. Sing fir&s;t a &s;ong; and then perchance I may begone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nimph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> What &s;hall it be? </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="65" REF="36">
<SPEAKER>Shepherd.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> What ever't be be&s;t plea&s;eth thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Be not &s;o fond, but ha&s;t away, for if thou &s;tay, thou needs mu&s;t die; it boots thee not to make delay, and if thou love me quickly flie. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Then &s;hall we find hereafter, hereafter when once met, joys that are la&s;ting, joys that are Then &s;hall we find hereafter, hereafter when once met, joys that are la&s;ting, la&s;ting, and hugely full, not Counterfeit. la&s;ting, and hugely full, not Counterfeit.</P>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="66" REF="37">
<HEAD>A Dialogue between <HI>Thir&s;is</HI> and <HI>Dorinda.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHen death &s;hall part us from the&s;e Kids, and &s;hut up our devided Lids; tell me <HI>Thir&s;is,</HI> prethee do, whether thou &amp; I &s;hall go?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thir&s;is.</SPEAKER>
<P>To the E&spcDash;li&spcDash;zi&spcDash;um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Oh! where i'&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thir&s;is.</SPEAKER>
<P>A cha&s;t Soul can never mi&s;s't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I know no way but one, our home: Is our Cell E&spcDash;li&spcDash;zi&spcDash;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">? </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Thi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;is.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Turn thine Eye to yonder sky, there the milky way doth lye, 'tis a|&s;ure but rugged way, that leads to everla&s;ting day: There Birds may ne&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> But how &s;hall I, that have no wings and cannot fly?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Thir&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Do not &s;igh, fair Nymph, for
<PB N="67" REF="37"><GAP DESC="music"> Fire, hath no wings but doth a&s;pire; tell it hit again&s;t the pole, Heave<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s the Center of the Soul.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P>But in E&spcDash;li&spcDash;zi&spcDash;um, how do they pa&s;s eternity away?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Thi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;is.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Oh! there is neither hope nor fear, there is no Woolf, nor Fox, nor Bear; no need of Dog to fetch our &s;tray, our Lightfoot we may give away: No Oatepipes needful, there thy Eares may &s;leep with Mu&s;ick, with Mu&s;ick, Mu&s;ick of the Spheres.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> O Sweet! O Sweet! how I my future State, by &s;ilent thinking, &s;ilent thinking antedate: I prethee let us &s;pend our
<PB N="68" REF="38"><GAP DESC="music"> time to come, in talking of Eli&spcDash;zi&spcDash;um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thir&s;is.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Then I'le go on; There Sheep are full of &s;weete&s;t gra&s;s, and &s;ofte&s;t wool; there Birds &s;ing con&s;ort, Garlands grow, cool winds do whi&s;per, Springs do flow; there alwayes is a ri&s;ing Sun, and day is ever but begun: Shepherds there bear equal &s;way, and every Nymph a Queen of <HI>May.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah! me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thir&s;is.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Dorinda,</HI> why do&s;t cry?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorinda.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I'm Sick, I'm Sick, and fain would die; convince me now that this is true, by bidding with me all adieu.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thir&s;is.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> I cannot live without thee, I; I'le for thee, much more with thee die. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="38">
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Then let us give <HI>Corilla</HI> charge, <HI>Corilla</HI> charge oth' Sheep, and thou and I Then let us give <HI>Corilla</HI> charge, <HI>Corilla</HI> charge oth' Sheep, and thou and I and thou and thou and I'le pick Poppies, Poppies, and them &s;teep them &s;teep in I'le pick Poppies, I'le pick Poppies, Poppies, and them &s;teep them &s;teep in Wine them &s;teep in Wine, and drink on't, and drink on't even till we weep; &s;o &s;hall we pa&s;s, Wine, and drink on't and drink on't even till we weep; &s;o &s;hall we &s;hall we pa&s;s away, &s;o &s;hall we pa&s;s away in a &s;leep. pa&s;s &s;hall we pa&s;s away, &s;o &s;hall we pa&s;s away in a &s;leep. </P>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="70" REF="39">
<HEAD>A Dialogue between a <HI>Shepherd</HI> and a <HI>Nymph.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _WHat bu&s;ie Cares too timely born (young Swain) di&s;turb thy &s;leep? Thy early Sighs awake the Morn, thy Tears teach her to weep.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Sorrows, fair <HI>Nymph,</HI> are full alone, nor Coun&s;el can endure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Yet thine di&s;clo&s;e, for until known, &s;ickne&s;s admits no Cure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Sh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">p.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> My Griefs are &s;uch as but to hear, would poy&s;on all thy Joys; thy Pity which thou &s;eem&s;t to bear my Health, thine owne de&s;troys.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> How can di&s;ea&s;ed Mindes in&spcDash;fect? &s;ay what thy Grief doth move.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Call up thy virtue to protect thy Heart &amp; know 'twas Love. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="39">
<SPEAKER><HI>N<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">mph.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Fond Swain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P>By which I have been long de&s;tin'd to meet with Fate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Fie <HI>Shepherd</HI> fie, thou do&s;t love wrong to call thy Crime thy Fate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Ala&s;s! what cunning could de|cline, what Force can Love repell?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, there's a way to unconfine thy Heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> For pity tell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Choo&s;e one who&s;e love may be allur'd by thine: Who ever knew invete|rate di&s;ea&s;es cur'd but by receiving new?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P>All will like her my &s;oul perplex.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Yet try. </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shep.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> O! could there be but any &s;oftne&s;s in that Sex, I'd wi&s;h it were in thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nymph.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Thy prayer is hear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">
<PB N="72" REF="40"><GAP DESC="music"> Learn now t' &s;teem the kindne&s;s She hath &s;hown, who thy lo&s;t freedome to redeem hath forfei|ted her own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Then to &s;ome &s;hade we will remove, let <HI>Pan</HI> and <HI>Pales Pan</HI> and Then to &s;ome &s;hade we will remove, let <HI>Pan</HI> and <HI>Pales Pan</HI> and <HI>Pales</HI> keep our Orphan &s;heep, while&s;t we perform, while&s;t we perform the <HI>Pales</HI> keep our Orphan &s;heep, while&s;t we perform while&s;t we perform the rites of Love. rites of Love. </P>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="73" REF="40">
<HEAD>The contented Batchelor.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="verse">
<DIV3 TYPE="part">
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _RO&s;e-buds that's gather'd in the Spring, can't be pre&s;erv'd from dying, and though you'enjoy the wi&s;ht for thing, the plea&s;ure will be flying; The glorious Lamp that mounteth high, and to his Noon arriving, mu&s;t not &s;tay there con&spcDash;tinually, but downwards mu&s;t be driving. </P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="part">
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _RO&s;e buds that's gather'd in the Spring, can't be pre&s;erv'd from dying, and though you 'enjoy the wi&s;ht for thing, the plea&s;ure will be flying; The glorious Lamp that mounteth high, and to his Noon ariving, mu&s;t not &s;tay there continually, but downwards mu&s;t be driving.</P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="part">
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _RO&s;e buds that's gather'd in the Spring, can't be pre&s;erv'd from dying, and though you'n|joy the wi&s;ht for thing, the plea&s;ure will be flying; The glorious Lamp that mounteth high, and to his Noon ariving, mu&s;t not &s;tay there continually, but downwards mu&s;t be driving.</P>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="verse">
<LG>
<L>The la&s;t is be&s;t, for though that time</L>
<L>With Age and Sickne&s;s &s;ei&s;e us;</L>
<L>Yet on our Crutches do we climbe</L>
<L>Untill a light &s;hall ea&s;e us:</L>
<L>Then though I may, yet will I not</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;s me of 't, but tarry;</L>
<L>He lives the be&s;t that hath forgot,</L>
<L>What means the word Go Marry.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="74-75" REF="41">
<HEAD>Bu&s;hels Myners.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _YOu Ladies of our Nation where is your greatne&s;s gone? what &s;udden alteration hath forc'd you from your own? whil&s;t we live here ob&s;curely, in Cottages unknown, no Cares or Fears we ever think upon. </P>
<LG>
<L>Our Walls are hige&s;t Mountains,</L>
<L>For we live in a Comb;</L>
<L>We drink of Flowing Fountains,</L>
<L>Out dwelling is our Tomb:</L>
<L>Nor look to be expected before the day of Doom,</L>
<L>Where Scribes for bribes &s;hall ne'r deny us Room.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We have a dreadful &s;ummons</L>
<L>Up in the high Countrie;</L>
<L>Our gracious King and Commons,</L>
<L>They &s;ay cannot agree:</L>
<L>This harne&s;s is for Cedars, and no &s;uch &s;hrubs as we,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till we will pray for a unitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The day we &s;pend in working,</L>
<L>And chanting harmle&s;s Songs;</L>
<L>No mallice here lies lurking,</L>
<L>Our thoughts are free from wrongs:</L>
<L><HI>And tho&s;e that civil War do love, we wi&s;h they had no tongues,</HI></L>
<L>No Drums no Guns, nor what to War belongs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We wound the Earths hard Bowels,</L>
<L>Where hidden trea&s;ure grows;</L>
<L>With Twibil, Sledge and Trowels,</L>
<L>Pick-Axe and Iron-Crowes:</L>
<L><HI>We &s;earch for &s;inful Silver, that all di&s;&s;ention &s;owes,</HI></L>
<L>Their health and wealth, men do &s;o ill di&s;po&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We eat the Bread of Labour,</L>
<L>And what endeavours brings;</L>
<L>Sorrow is no next Neighbour,</L>
<L>Our Eyes they are no Springs,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s we &s;hed a Tear or two, when as we pity Kings;</L>
<L>The Fates of States to us are Hebrew things.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="tenor" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>Tenor.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _YOu Ladies of our Nation, where is your greatne&s;s gone? what &s;udden alteration hath forc'd you from your own? whil&s;t we live here ob&s;curely, in Cottages unknown, no Cares or Fears we ever think upon.</P>
<LG>
<L>Our Walls are highe&s;t Mountains,</L>
<L>For we live in a Comb;</L>
<L>We drink of Flowing Fountains,</L>
<L>Our dwelling is our Tomb:</L>
<L>Nor look to be expected before the day of Doom,</L>
<L>Where Scribes for bribes &s;hall ne'r deny us Room.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We have a dreadful &s;ummons</L>
<L>Up in the high Countrie;</L>
<L>Our gracious King and Commons,</L>
<L>They &s;ay cannot agree:</L>
<L>This harne&s;s is for Cedars, and no &s;uch &s;hrubs as we,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till we will pray for a unitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The day we &s;pend in working,</L>
<L>And chanting harmle&s;s Songs;</L>
<L>No mallice here lies lurking,</L>
<L>Our thoughts are free from wrongs:</L>
<L><HI>And tho&s;e that civil War do love, we wi&s;h they had no Tongues,</HI></L>
<L>No Drums no Guns, nor what to War belongs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We wound the Earths hard Bowels,</L>
<L>Where hidden trea&s;ure grows;</L>
<L>With Twibil, Sledge and Trowels,</L>
<L>Pick-Axe and Iron-Crowes:</L>
<L><HI>We &s;earch for &s;inful Silver, that all di&s;&s;ention &s;owes,</HI></L>
<L>Their health and wealth men do &s;o ill di&s;po&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We eat the Bread of Labour,</L>
<L>And what endeavours brings;</L>
<L>Sorrow is no next Neighbour,</L>
<L>Our Eyes they are no Springs,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s we &s;hed a Tear or two, when as we pity Kings;</L>
<L>The Fates of States to us are Hebrew things.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="bass" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>Ba&s;&s;us.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _YOu Ladies of our Nation, where is your greatne&s;s gone? what &s;udden alteration hath forc'd you from your own? whil&s;t we live here ob&s;curely, in Cottages unknown, no Cares or Fears we ever think upon.</P>
<LG>
<L>Our Walls are highe&s;t Mountains,</L>
<L>For we live in a Comb;</L>
<L>We drink of Flowing Fountains,</L>
<L>Our dwelling is our Tomb:</L>
<L>Nor look to be expected before the day of Doom,</L>
<L>Where Scribes for bribes &s;hall ne'r deny us Room.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We have a dreadful &s;ummons</L>
<L>Up in the high Countrie;</L>
<L>Our gracious King and Commons,</L>
<L>They &s;ay cannot agree:</L>
<L>This harne&s;s is for Cedars, and no &s;uch &s;hrubs as we,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till we will pray for a unitie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The day we &s;pend in working,</L>
<L>And chanting harmle&s;s Songs;</L>
<L>No mallice here lies lurking,</L>
<L>Our thoughts are free from wrongs:</L>
<L><HI>And tho&s;e that civil War do love, we wi&s;h they had no Tongues,</HI></L>
<L>No Drums no Guns, or what to War belongs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We wound the Earths hard Bowels,</L>
<L>Where hidden trea&s;ure growes;</L>
<L>With Twibil, Sledge and Trowels,</L>
<L>Pick-Axe and Iron-Crowes.</L>
<L><HI>We &s;earch for &s;inful Silver, that all di&s;&s;ention &s;ow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s,</HI></L>
<L>Their health and wealth men do &s;o ill di&s;po&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>We eat the Bread of Labour,</L>
<L>And what endeavours brings,</L>
<L>Sorrow is no next Neighbour,</L>
<L>Our Eyes they are no Springs,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s we &s;hed a Tear or two, when as we pity Kings,</L>
<L>The Fates of States to us are Hebrew things.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="76" REF="42">
<HEAD><HI>Bacchus</HI> true Adorers.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _IT's the news of the Town, that Healths are put down; Zealots &s;ay 'tis for our ea&s;e; then tipple like a Sinner, at a Thank&s;&spcDash;giving dinner, who is drunk with what you plea&s;e: Kind Remembrances now each good Fellow mu&s;t alow, the Act forbids not drinking, fill the Gla&s;s to the brim, and let our Fancies &s;wim, none is excluded thinking: To <HI>Bacchus</HI> Rites we'l pay, and on his Altar lay, both Fat Zeal, and Goats, and Swine; then his Phrygian Horne, which Teaching Brothers &s;corn, in our thought &s;hall be &s;ublime. </P>
<PB N="77" REF="42">
<P><LABEL>Chorus.</LABEL> <GAP DESC="music"> Let <HI>Anachrions</HI> Boul be full, we have and fill <HI>Ben. John&s;on</HI>'s Scul; we have Who approv'd of <HI>Apollo</HI>'s Wine, we have liberty to drink, to nod, or to mine, we have liberty to drink, wink, to thine, we have liberty to drink, or think, to his, we have liberty, to drink to nod, wink or think, to his, to thine, or to mine. liberty, to drink to nod, wink or think, to his, to thine, or to mine. liberty, to drink to nod, wink or think, to his, to thine, or to mine.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="78" REF="43">
<HEAD>An EPITHALAMIUM On the Nuptials of THOMAS STANLEY E&s;quire; And the Lady DOROTHY ENION.</HEAD>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> _SO (at the fir&s;t) the Soul and Body met, when the Creator did in Coun&s;el &s;et, to make a little world command the great; nor are your flames le&s;s innocent then they, before the Grand Impo&s;ter did betray their fatal freedome to the worlds decay: Therefore let all that Heaven can di&s;pen&s;e to Royal Mankind, in the Soul and Sen&s;e po&s;&s;e&s;s ye
<PB N="79" REF="43"><GAP DESC="music"> with Seraphick Influence: May all the promi&s;ed ble&s;&s;ings on each Nation, From <HI>Gene&s;is</HI> to <HI>John</HI>'s high <HI>Revelation,</HI> contribute to your Cordial Coronation: May both your Brows be circled with &s;uch Beams of Glory as appear'd in <HI>Jacob</HI>'s Dreams, or the Dove darted upon <HI>Jordan</HI>'s Streams: May Lovers light their Torches at your Flame, and may the power of <HI>Stanley</HI>'s Single Name prove the &s;ublime&s;t Epithet of Fame. </P>
<PB N="80" REF="44">
<P><LABEL>Chorus.</LABEL> <GAP DESC="music"> May your Hearts fix above the force of Fate, may neither Princes frown nor peoples May your Hearts fix above the force of Fate, may neither Princes frown nor peoples May your Hearts fix above the force of Fate, may neither Princes frown nor peoples hate your fair affections di&s;unanimate; May you have all you can de&s;ire, and when your wi&s;hes hate your fair affections di&s;unanimate; May you have all you can de&s;ire, and when your wi&s;hes hate your fair affections di&s;unanimate; May you have all you can de&s;ire, and when your wi&s;hes have out-vi'd the thoughts of men, &s;ome Power direct you how to wi&s;h again. have out-vi'd the thoughts of men, &s;ome Power direct you how to wi&s;h again. have out-vi'd the thoughts of men, &s;ome Power direct you how to wi&s;h again.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<PB N="81" REF="44">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Juno.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> <HI>_IOve</HI> &s;ent thee <HI>Paris</HI> what is mine; Be &s;afely bold, and for this Trifle I'le re&s;ign a wreath of Gold; Obey then, and command; thou can&s;t not be ju&s;t to thy &s;elf if not to me;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Minerva.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Twice happy in thy choice, be wi&s;e, e're thou di&s;pen&s;e this
<PB N="82" REF="45"><GAP DESC="music"> trea&s;ure, give thy rea&s;on Eyes, and blind thy &s;en&s;e: Thus Arms and Arts thy humble Name &s;hall rai&s;e, alike to wreaths of Oak and Bayes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Venus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> She whom all Suppliants el&s;e implore, is here made thine, and will for this a gift re&s;tore no
<PB N="83" REF="45"><GAP DESC="music"> le&s;&s;e divine, the be&s;t of plea&s;ures thus enjoy, and try where Bea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ty courts, none </P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="music"> Examine Princely Shepherd, here, the offerings which we &s;end thee Examine Princely Shepherd, here, the offerings which we &s;end thee can deny. Examine Princely Shepherd, here, the offerings which we &s;end thee how for that narrow narrow Golden &s;phere, wealth how for that narrow Golden &s;phere, Fame how for that narrow Golden &s;phere,
<PB N="84" REF="46"><GAP DESC="music"> and Love attend thee, and judge by this how large the&s;e honnors be, and Love attend thee, and judge by this how large the&s;e honnors be, and Love and Love attend thee, and judge by this how large the&s;e honnors be, none to each other yield, each other yield, each other yield, yet all to thee. none to each other yield, each other yield, yet all to thee. none to each other yield, yet all to thee. </P>
</SP>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="index">
<PB REF="46">
<HEAD>An Alphabetical Table of all the &s;everal AYRES and DIALOGUES contained in this Book.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>I. Table of Through Set Songs.</HEAD>
<ITEM>BEauty and Love once fell at ods <HI>42, 43</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Cea&s;e warring thoughts <HI>9</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Help Love, or el&s;e I &s;ink <HI>2</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>I am no pri&s;'ner &s;ure, nor can it be <HI>6</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Love? No. I am not &s;uch a Foe <HI>3</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Love &s;till a Child a Bee per&s;ues <HI>8</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>O <HI>Cloris!</HI> 'twas unkindly done <HI>5</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Short as this Hour <HI>10</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Who would not think the&s;e ri&s;ing Beams <HI>1</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>O&s;tella,</HI> Heark how &s;weetly <HI>61</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>II. Table of Single Songs.</HEAD>
<ITEM>As <HI>Plutarch</HI> doth write <HI>30, 31</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Believe me Love by tho&s;e fair eyes <HI>25</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Bring us up &s;ome Sack <HI>15</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Beauty plea&s;eth mo&s;t the fancy <HI>44</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Cloris</HI> forbear a while <HI>12</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Come let us drink away the time <HI>46</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Di&s;putes daily ari&s;e, <HI>41</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Have you ob&s;erv'd the Hermit <HI>13</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Hang the Presbyters Gill <HI>28</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>How Deare&s;t art thou weary of <HI>33</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>I'le &s;wear they lie, who &s;wear they love <HI>18</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>I would not wed the creature that de&s;ires <HI>34</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>If thou intend'&s;t only to try <HI>39</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Know my dear Idol, <HI>Cloris 14</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Know Deare&s;t, 'twas no ea&s;ie Art <HI>38</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Let whyning Lovers magnifie <HI>20</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Love, love, I fly thy power and thee <HI>23</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Love in di&s;gui&s;e the other day <HI>24</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mi&s;take me not, I am not of that mind <HI>17</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Nay, prethee, do be coy and &s;light me <HI>16</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ne'r trouble thy&s;elf with the times <HI>32</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Phelicia</HI> &s;ince that I find thee <HI>27</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Phelinia</HI> wept and from her Eyes <HI>29</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>The Morning doth wa&s;t to the Meddowes <HI>11</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Thine Eyes &s;hall be my Stars no more <HI>34</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>The day that's lo&s;t e're &s;carcely &s;hewn <HI>35</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>'Tis true I did receive a life from you <HI>36</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Unfold thine Arms and let me go <HI>59</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Were <HI>Celia</HI> but as cha&s;t as fair <HI>70</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>When fir&s;t before <HI>Ro&s;ella</HI>'s face I lay <HI>19</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>III. Table of Single Songs.</HEAD>
<ITEM>What will become of mee <HI>21</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Welcome my Heart thou'&s;t fondly &s;tray'd <HI>22</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>What a pox do&s;t thou mu&s;e on <HI>26</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>What Creatures on Earth <HI>36</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>When thou <HI>O&s;tella</HI> grac'd mee <HI>37</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Who can boa&s;t a happine&s;s <HI>40</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>What though I did &s;wear your Eye <HI>40</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>When the Unfetter'd Subjects of the Seas <HI>45</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>What end hath de&s;ires <HI>47</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>IV. Table of Songs for Two Voyces, with a Through <HI>Ba&s;e.</HI></HEAD>
<ITEM>Joyn thy enamel'd Cheek to mine <HI>48, 49</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>If Wealth could keep a Man alive <HI>60</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>There's no Man &s;o worthy of Envy <HI>50, 51</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Why art thou &s;ad Our Gla&s;&s;es flow <HI>58, 59</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>V. Table of <HI>Dialogues</HI> for Two Voyces, with a Through <HI>Ba&s;e.</HI></HEAD>
<ITEM>Come ye Graces come away <HI>56, 57</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Dear <HI>Ca&s;tadoris</HI> let me ri&s;e <HI>62, 63</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Fly, fly, good Shepherd ha&s;t away <HI>64, 65</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Tell me <HI>Alexis</HI> what this parting is <HI>53, 54, 55, 56</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>You have forgot then <HI>Doris</HI> your prote&s;t <HI>52</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>When Death &s;hall part us from their Kidds <HI>66, 67, 68, 69.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>What Bu&s;y Cares untimely-borne <HI>60</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>VI. Table of Songs for Three Voyces, with a Through <HI>Ba&s;e.</HI></HEAD>
<ITEM>It's the News of the Town <HI>63</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Jove</HI> &s;ent thee <HI>Paris</HI> what is mine <HI>65</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ro&s;e-buds that's gather'd in the Spring <HI>61</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>So at the fir&s;t the Soul and Body met <HI>64</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>You Ladies of the Nation <HI>62</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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