Westminster-drollery, or, A choice collection of the newest songs & poems both at court and theaters by a person of quality ; with additions.
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Westminster-drollery, or, A choice collection of the newest songs & poems both at court and theaters by a person of quality ; with additions.
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London :: Printed for H. Brome ...,
1671-1672.
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English wit and humor.
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
Ballads, English -- Texts.
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"Westminster-drollery, or, A choice collection of the newest songs & poems both at court and theaters by a person of quality ; with additions." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A65514.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 4, 2024.
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A SONG.
Give o're foolish heart, and make hast to despare,For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy prayerWhich plead for thy passion, thy paines to prolong;She courts her gittar, and replyes with a Song.No more shall true lovers such beauties adore,Were the gods so severe, men would worship no more.
No more will I waite like a slave at your doore,I will spend the cold night at the windows no more;My lungs in long sighs I'le no more exhale,Since your pride is to make me grow sullen & pale;No more shall Amintas your pitty implore,Were gods so ingrate men, would worship no more.
No more shall your frowns & free humour perswadeTo worship the Idol my fancy hath made;When your Saint's so neglected, your follies give 'oreYour deity's lost, and your beauty's no more;No more sh••ll true lovers such beauties adore,Were the gods so severe, men would worship no mo••••.
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How weak are the vowes of a lover in paineWhen flarter'd with hope, or opprest with disdain;No sooner my Daphne's bright eyes I review,But all is forgot, and I vow all anew.No more fairest Nymph, I will murmur no more.Did the Gods seem so faire, men would ever adore.
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