The theater of music, or, A choice collection of the newest and best songs sung at the court and public theaters the words composed by the most ingenious wits of the age, and set to music by the greatest masters in that science : with a theorbo-bass to each song for the theorbo or bass-viol : also symphonies and retornels in 3 parts to several of them for the violins and flutes.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Curse on all Cares, and po-pu-lar Fears, come let's to the Bell, for their Wine there drinks well; there take off our Glass, nay, it shall not one pass:

{vocal join} Chorus.

For we will be dull, and heavy no more, since Wine does encrease, and there's Claret good store.

II.

Come fill up your Wine, Look fill it like mine, Here Boys, I begin A good Health to the King; Jack, see it go round, Whilst with Mirth we abound:

Chor.

For we will be dull, and heavy no more, Since Wine does encrease, and there's Claret good store.

III.

Nay, don't us deceive, Why this will you leave? The Glass is not big, What-a-pox, you'r no Whig; Come drink up the rest, Or be merry at least:

Chor.

For we will be dull, and heavy no more, Since Wine does encrease, and there's Claret good store.

Mr. Charles Taylour.