Wit restor'd in several select poems not formerly publish't.

The Gallants of the Times.

Supposed to be made by Mr. William Mur∣rey of His Majesties Bed-chamber.

COme hither the maddest of all the Land, The Bear at the Bridge-foot this day must be baited Gallants flock thither on every hand Waggswantonly minded, & merry conceited Ther's Wentworth, and Willmott, and Weston an•…•… Cav•…•… If these are not mad boys, who the devil•…•… would you have▪ To drink to Will Murray, they all doe agre•…•… And every one crys, To mee, boys, to mee!

A great Burgandine for Will Murray's sake George Symonds, he vows the first course to take: When Stradling a Graecian dogg let fly, Who took the Bea•…•… by the nose immediatly; To see them so forward Hugh Pollard did smile Who had an old Curr of Canary Oyl, And held up his head that George Goring might see, Who then cryed aloud, To mee, boys to mee!

Tis pleasure to drink among these men For they have witt and valour good store, They all can handle a sword and a pen Can court a lady and tickle a whore, And in the middle of all their wine, Discourse of Plato, and Arretine. And when the health coms fall-down on their knees, And hee that wants, cry, to me boys to mee

Cornwallais was set in an upper room With halfe a duzzen smal witts of his size▪ He sent twice or thrice to have him come down, But they would admitt him in no manner wise Though, in a full bowle of Rhenishhe swear, Hee'd never tell more, when woemen were there, But they all cry'd alou'd his tongue is too free He is not company for such as wee.