The second book of the Pleasant musical companion being a new collection of select catches, songs and glees : for two and three voices.

The Third Part, containing Choice Songs for two Voices, Cantus & Bassus. (Book 3)

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Mr. Richard Brown.

[CANTVS.]

[ 1] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme Jack, come tipple off your Wine, and leave this foolish Game of Loving; where Glasses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 do so briskly shine, how can a Woman's Face be moving! The Cheeks you praise, the Lips you kiss, ar'nt 〈♫〉〈♫〉 half so pure, so pure, so pure, so red as this, ar'nt half so pure, so red as this.

Both Care and Fears; and Sighs and Pain, Make up your Life now you're a Lover; And if you do at last obtain, The happy Minute's quickly over, But no such thing in Wine we meet, {repeat} No Joys at once {repeat} are long and sweet. {repeat}

[BASSVS.]

[ 1] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme Jack, come tipple off your Wine, and leave this foolish Game of Loving; where Glasses 〈♫〉〈♫〉 do so briskly shine, how can a Woman's Face be moving! The Cheeks you praise, the Lips you 〈♫〉〈♫〉 kiss, ar'nt half so pure, so pure, so red as this, ar'nt half so pure, so red as this.

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Mr. Matthew Lock.

[CANTVS.]

[ 2] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe Delights of the Bottle, and the Charms of good Wine, to the Pow'r and the Pleasures of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Love must resign; tho' the night in the Joys of good Drinking be past, the Debauches but 'till the next 〈♫〉〈♫〉 morning do last: But Love's great Debauch is more lasting and strong, for that often lasts a Man all his life long.

Love and Wine are the Bonds that fasten us all, The World but for this to confusion wou'd fall; Were it not for the Pleasures of Love and good Wine, Mankind for each Trifle their Lives wou'd resign: They'd not value dull Life, nor wou'd live without Thinking, Nor wou'd Kings rule the World, but for Love and good Drinking.

[BASSVS.]

[ 2] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe Delights of the Bottle, and the Charms of good Wine, to the Pow'r and the Pleasures of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Love must resign; tho' the night in the Joys of good Drinking be past, the Debauches but 'till the next 〈♫〉〈♫〉 morning do last: But Love's great Debauch is more lasting and strong, for that often lasts a Man all his lifelong.

[A Glee.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Matthew Lock.

CANTVS.

[ 3] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A╌Way with the Causes of Riches and Cares, that eats up our Spirits, and shortens our 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Years; no Pleasure can be in State or Degree, but 'tis mingled with Trouble and Fears: Then perish all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fops of So╌bri╌e╌ty dull, whilst he that is mer╌ry reigns Prince of the World.

BASSVS.

[ 3] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A╌Way with the Causes of Riches and Cares, that eats up our Spirits, and shortens our 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Years; no Pleasure can be in State or Degree, but 'tis mingled with Trouble and Fears: Then perish all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fops of So╌bri╌e╌ty dull, whilst he that is merry reigns Prince of the World.

[The Old-man's Wish.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

[ 4] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 IF I live to be old, for I find I go down, let this be my Fate: In a Country Town may I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 have a warm House, with a Stone at the Gate, and a cleanly young Girl to rub my bald Pate. May I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 govern my Passion with an absolute Sway, and grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, without 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Gout or Stone, without Gout or Stone, by a gentle decay, by a gentle decay.

In a Country Town by a murmuring Brook, With the Ocean at distance wherein I may look; With a spacious Plain, without Hedge or Stile, And an easie Pad-Nag to ride out a Mile. Chorus. May I govern, &c.

With Horace and Petrarch, and two or three more, Of the best Wits that liv'd in the Ages before; With a Dish of Rost Mutton, not Venison nor Teal, And clean (tho' course) Linnen at every Meal. Chorus. May I govern, &c.

With a Pudding on Sunday, and stout humming Liquor, And Remnants of Latin to welcom the Vicar; With a hidden Reserve of Burgundy Wine, To drink the King's Health in as oft as I dine. Chorus. May I govern, &c.

With a Courage undaunted may I face my last day, And when I am dead, may the better sort say, In the Morning when sober, in the Evening when mellow, He's gone, and left not behind him his Fellow. For he govern'd his Passion with an absolute sway, And grew wiser and better as his strength wore away, Without Gout or Stone, by a gentle decay.

BASSVS.

[ 4] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 IF I live to be old, for I find I go down, let this be my Fate: In a Country Town may I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 have a warm House with a Stone at the Gate, and a cleanly young Girl to rub my bald Pate. May I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 govern my Passion with an absolute Sway, and grow wi╌ser and better as my strength wears away, without 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Gout or Stone, without Gout or Stone, by a gentle decay, by a gentle decay.

[A Catch.]

A. 3. Voc.

This was to follow after the 66th Catch.

[ 67] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WEll play'd Stephen, well, well play'd, well play'd Stephen, he that loves a Parson's Wife, that 〈♫〉〈♫〉 loves, that loves a Parson's Wife, his Sins shall be forgiven, his Sins shall be forgiv'n, shall be forgiven.

[A Medly.]

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J. Playford.

CANTVS.

[ 5] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WE live in Woods, we live in Groves, we scorn all Thoughts but of our Loves; we Laugh and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Quaff, 'till Cocks do crow, and grieve but when our Cups run low, and grieve but when our Cups run low. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Red is our Noses, red is our Noses, rich is our Faces, rich is our Faces, free Mettle all, free Mettle all, but of no pace. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 We cannot Card, we cannot Spin, we cannot Spin, but we can drink, but we can drink all out, all out, all out, all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 out that's in. We have no art to turn the Wheel, but yet we dare be bold to Reel, to Reel, be bold to Reel. Slow. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Oh! let us make our Colours roar, let us make our Colours roar, so shall we sleep, shall we sleep, and snort, and Brisk. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 snort, and snore; and never be drunk, and never be drunk any more; and never be, never be, never be drunk any more.

BASSVS.

[ 5] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WE live in Woods, we live in Groves, we scorn all Thoughts but of our Loves; we Laugh and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Quaff, 'till Cocks do crow, and grieve but when our Cups run low, and grieve but when our Cups run low. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Red is our Noses, red is our Noses, rich is our Faces, rich is our Faces, free Mettle all, free Mettle all, but of no pace. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 We cannot Card, we cannot Spin, we cannot Spin, but we can drink, but we can drink all out, all out, all out, all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 out that's in. We have no art to turn the Wheel, and yet we dare be bold to bold to Reel, be bold to Reel. Slow. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Oh! let us make our Colours roar, let us make our Colours roar, so shall we sleep, shall we sleep, and snort, and Brisk. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 snort, and snore; and never be drunk, and never be drunk any more; and never be, never be, never be drunk any more.

[Old Chiron.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Mich. Wise.

[CANTVS.]

[ 6] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 OLD Chiron thus Preach'd to his Pupil Achilles, I'le tell you, I'le tell you, young Gentleman, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 what the Fate's will is: You my Boy, you my Boy, must go, must go, the Gods will have it so, to the Siege of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Troy, thence never to return, thence never to return, never to return, never to return to Greece a∣gain, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 but before those Walls to be slain, but before those Walls to be slain, before those Walls, those Walls to be slain. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Let not your noble courage be cast down, let not your noble courage be cast down, let not your noble courage, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let not your noble courage be cast down, but all the while you lye before the Town, drink, all the while 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drink all the while you lye before the Town drink, and drive Care away, drink and be merry, you'l ne're go the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sooner, you'l ne're go the sooner, you'l ne're go the sooner to the Sty╌gean Ferry.

[BASSVS.]

[ 6] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 OLD Chiron thus preach'd to his Pupil Achilles, I'le tell you young Gentleman, what the Fate's 〈♫〉〈♫〉 will is: You my Boy, you my Boy, must go, must go, the Gods will have it so, to the Siege of Troy, thence 〈♫〉〈♫〉 never to return, thence never to return, never to return to Greece a— but before those 〈♫〉〈♫〉 gain,Walls to be slain, but before those Walls to be slain, before those Walls to be slain. Let not your noble courage 〈♫〉〈♫〉 be cast down, let not your noble courage be cast down, let not your noble courage be cast down, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 let not your noble courage be cast down, but all the while you lye before the Town, drink, all the while 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drink, all the while you lye before the Town, drink, and drive Care away, drink and be merry, you'l 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ne're go the sooner, the sooner, you'l ne're go the sooner to the Stygean Ferry.

[The Miser.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Mich. Wise.

CANTVS.

[ 7] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHat ayles the old Fool! why dost thou not drink, and eat of the best; and welcom thy Friend, at 〈♫〉〈♫〉 this time of day so near to thine end, why dost thou not make the best use of thy Chink? Let that Bag of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Guinneys be sent to the Poor, to thy Niece of fifteen give two or three more, to buy her a Husband, a Husband, for 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fear — she — turn Whore. For when once the Physician has given thee o're, thy Heir will come lea╌ping in at the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Door, and ri╌fle thy Coffers, and gree╌di╌ly seize, on thy Bills and thy Bonds, on thy Bags and thy Keys; and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 think that he richly deserves all thy Gold, if he Laugh, Lau╌gh not out╌right before thou art cold: And the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Youth that appear'd so demure, so demure, and so civil, what thou go'st to Hell for, what thou go'st to Hell for, he'l spend at the Devil.

BASSVS.

[ 7] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHat ayles the old Fool! why dost thou not drink, and eat of the best, and welcom thy Friend, at 〈♫〉〈♫〉 this time of day so near to thine end, why dost thou not make the best use of thy Chink? Let that Bag of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Guinneys be sent to the Poor, to thy Niece of fifteen give two or three more, to buy her a Husband, for 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fear she turn Whore. For when once the Physician has given thee o're, thy Heir will come leaping, come 〈♫〉〈♫〉 lea╌ping in at the Door, and ri╌fle thy Coffers, and greedily seize, on thy Bills and thy Bonds, on thy 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Bags and thy Keys; and think that he richly deserves all thy Gold, if he Lau╌gh not out╌right before thou art cold: And the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Youth that appear'd so demure, so demure, and so civil, what thou go'st to Hell for, what thou go'st to Hell for, he'l spend at the Devil.

[Adieu to his Mistress.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

CANTVS.

[ 8] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme lay by all Care, e'ne let her go, fill up the Glass 'till it o╌ver╌flow; if the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Drawer prove right, no Mi╌stress like Wine, she'l charm all your Senses, and Fancies refine: To 〈♫〉〈♫〉 humour a Creature will change like the Moon, sometimes she'l be kind, then dogged as soon; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 prethee leave off! we'l mind her no more, and 'tis for╌ty to one if she be'nt a damn'd Whore. CHORVS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then drink about free╌ly, then drink about freely, whilst now in your pow'r▪ whilst now, now in your 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pow'r; then drink about freely, then drink, then drink, drink about, drink about freely, whilst now in your 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pow'r; ne're lose the great Blessing, ne're lose the great Blessing of this hap╌py hour.

BASSVS.

[ 8] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 COme lay by all Care, e'ne let her go, fill up the Glass 'till it o╌ver╌flow; if the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Drawer prove right, no Mistress like Wine, she'l charm all your Sen╌ses, and Fan╌cies re╌fine: To 〈♫〉〈♫〉 humour a Creature will change like the Moon, sometimes she'l be kind, then dog╌ged as soon; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 prethee leave off! we'l mind her no more, and 'tis for╌ty to one if she be'nt a damn'd Whore. CHORVS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Then drink about freely, then drink about freely, whilst now in your pow'r▪ whilst now in your 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pow'r, then drink about freely, then drink about freely, then drink, drink about, drink about freely, whilst now in your 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pow'r, ne're lose the great Blessing, ne're lose the great Blessing of this happy hour.

[The Iovial Drinker.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

[ 9] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ONe Night, scarce had the weary'd Sun just kiss'd the Earth, and bid a╌dieu, e're we our grand De╌bauch be╌gun, and made the Hogshead spew: But yet the pale-fac'd Moon stood by, and ne're was 〈♫〉〈♫〉 seen to baulk her Glass; we drank to all the Stars i'th' Sky, and made her Highness pale i'th' 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Face. The sturdy Jade kept still her Course, nor could our Claret fetch her down; but yet her CHORVS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Compli╌sance was great, she kindly ligh╌ted each Man home. Such is thy Care o're Mortals shown, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Bacchus, who dares thy Power prophane; the Moon and Stars as╌sert thy Throne, and fix╌es 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thy E╌ter╌nal Reign.

BASSVS.

[ 9] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 ONe Night scarce had the weary'd Sun just kiss'd the Earth, and bid adieu, e're we our grand De╌auch be╌gun, and made the Hogshead spew: But yet the pale-fac'd Moon stood by, and ne're was 〈♫〉〈♫〉 seen to baulk her Glass; we drank to all the Stars i'th Sky, and made her Highness pale i'th' 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Face. The sturdy Jade kept still, kept still her Course, nor could our Claret fetch her down; but yet, but

CHORVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 yet her Complisance was great, she kind╌ly lighted each Man home. Such is thy Care o're Mortals 〈♫〉〈♫〉 shown, Bacchus who dares thy Pow'r prophane; the Moon and Stars as╌sert thy Throne, and fixes 〈♫〉〈♫〉 thy E╌ter╌nal Reign.

[A Health to King James II.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

CANTVS.

[ 10] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw great are the Blessings of Government made, by the excellent Rule of our Prince; who while 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Troubles and Cares do his Pleasures invade, to his People all Joy does dispence and while he for us is still 〈♫〉〈♫〉 carking and thinking, we've nothing to mind but our Shops and our Trade; and then to di╌vert us with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drinking, and then to divert, to divert us with drinking. From him we derive all our Pleasure, our Pleasure, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Wealth▪ Then fill me a Glass, nay fill up, fill it up higher, my Soul is a-thirst for His Majesty's Health; then 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fill, fill, fill it up higher, my. Soul is a thirst for His Majesty's Health, and an Ocean of Drink cannot 〈♫〉〈♫〉 quench my Deare▪ Since all we enjoy to His Bounty we owe, 'tis fit all our Bumpers like that shou'd o're╌flo╌w,'tis fit all our Bumpers, 'tis fit all our Bumpers like that shou'd o'reflow.

BASSVS.

[ 10] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw great are the Blessings of Government made, by the excellent Rule of our Prince! who while 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Troubles and Cares do his Pleasures invade, to his People all Joy does dispence; and while he for us is still 〈♫〉〈♫〉 carking and thinking, we've nothing to mind but our Shops and our Trade; and then to di╌vert us with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drinking, and then to divert us with drinking. From him we derive all our Pleasure and Wealth: Then 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fill me a Glass, then fill me a Glass, nay fill, fill, fill it up higher, my Soul is a-thirst for His Ma╌je╌sty's 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Health, my Soul is a-thirst for His Majesty's Health, and an Ocean of Drink cannot quench my Desire: Since 〈♫〉〈♫〉 all we enjoy to his Bounty we owe, 'tis fit all our Bumpers, 'tis fit all our Bumpers like that shou'd o're╌flo╌w,like that, like that, shou'd o'reflow.

A SONG upon the late Victory over the REBELS in the West.

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. John Jackson.

CANTVS.

[ 11] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe Storm is all o╌ver, a Hal╌cy╌on Calm has smooth'd the rough Face of the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Sea; crown e╌ve╌ry Glass with a Gar╌land of Palm, the Em╌blem of Vi╌cto╌ry: Great 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Jove the proud Titan subdu'd in a trice, that we may for ever, that we may for e╌ver, for CHORVS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 e╌ver re╌joyce. Then a Health to that one, whom Heav'n to the Throne, did in spite of Pre╌tenders,in spite of Pre╌ten╌ders restore; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Re╌nown,and his E╌ne╌mies hang, hang at the Door; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Re╌nown,and his E╌ne╌mies hang, hang, hang at the Door.

BASSVS.

[ 11] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 THe Storm is all o╌ver, a Hal╌cy╌on Calm has smooth'd the rough Face of the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Sea; crown e╌ve╌ry Glass with a Gar╌land of Palm, the Em╌blem of Vi╌cto╌ry: Great 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Jove the proud Titan subdu'd in a trice, that we may for e╌ver, that we may for e╌ver, for CHORVS. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 e╌ver rejoyce. Then a Health to that one, whom Heav'n to the Throne, did in spite of Pre∣tenders, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Pretenders restore; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Renown, and his E╌ne╌mies 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hang, hang, hang at the Door; may the Friends of the Crown be install'd with Re╌nown, and his E╌ne╌mies hang, hang at the Door.

[Teucer's Voyage.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

CANTVS.

[ 12] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHen Teucer from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine; when Teucer 〈♫〉〈♫〉 from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine; with a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Popler wreath he crown'd his Head, that glow'd with the warmth of ge╌ne╌rous Wine, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and thus to his droo╌ping Friends he said, and thus to his droo╌ping Friends he said: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Chear up my Hearts, chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh; tho' Fate our Native Soil debar, Chance is a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 better, better Father far, Chance is a better, better Father far; and a bet╌ter Country, a bet╌ter, better 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Country is the Sea: Then chear up my Hearts, then chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh. Come ☞

BASSVS.

[ 12] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHen Teucer from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌ 〈♫〉〈♫〉 mine; when Teucer from his Fa╌ther fled, and from the Shore of Sa╌la╌mine; with a Poplar 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Wreath he crown'd his Head, that glow'd with the warmth of ge╌ne╌rous Wine, and thus to his 〈♫〉〈♫〉 droo╌ping Friends he said, and thus to his droo╌ping Friends he said: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Chear up my Hearts, chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh; tho' Fate our Native Soil debar, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Chance is a better, better Father far, Chance is a better, better Father far, and a bet╌ter Country, a better 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Country is the Sea: Then chear up my Hearts, then chear up my Hearts, your Anchors weigh. ☞

☞ 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Plo╌w, my Mates, come Plo╌w, my Mates, the wa╌try, wa╌try 〈♫〉〈♫〉 way, and fear not, and fear not, fear not un╌der my Command; we that have known, have known the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 worst, we that have known the worst at Land, with the morrow's Dawn, with the morrow's 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Dawn, we'l An╌chor weigh: Let us drink, and drown our Cares a╌way; let us 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drink, and drown our Cares away, and drown our Cares, and drown our Cares; let us drink, let us 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drink, let us drink, let us drink, let us drink, and drown, and drown our Cares a╌way; let us 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drink, and drown; and drown our Cares a╌way.

☞ 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come Plo╌w, my Mates, come Plo╌w, my Mates, the wa╌try, wa╌try way, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fear not, and fear not, fear not, under my Command; we that have known, have known the worst, we that have 〈♫〉〈♫〉 known the worst at Land, with the morrow's Dawn, with the morrow's Dawn, we'l An╌chor weigh: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Let us drink, and drown, our Cares; let us drink, and drown our Cares away; let us drink, let us 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drink, let us drink, let us drink, let us drink, let us drink, and drown,and drown our Cares a╌way;let us drink, and drown, and drown our Cares a╌way; let us drink, and drown, and drown our 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Cares a╌way.

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

CANTVS.

[ 13] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 THo' my Mist╌ress be fair, yet froward, yet froward she's too, then hang the dull 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Soul, then hang the dull Soul, that will of╌fer, will of╌fer to woo; but 'tis Wine, brave 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Wine, 'tis Liquor, 'tis Liquor, good Liquor, that's much more sublime, much bris╌ker and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 quicker, much, much, much bris╌ker and quicker; it in sparkles smiles on me, 'tho' 〈♫〉〈♫〉 she frown up╌on me: Then with Laugh╌ing, and Quaffing, I'le Time and Age be╌guide, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, to my Drink, and a Smile. ☞

BASSVS.

[ 13] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 THo' my Mi╌stress be fair, yet fro╌ward she's too, then hang the dull 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Soul, then hang the dull Soul, that will of╌fer to woo: But 'tis Wine, brave 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Wine, 'tis Li╌quor, good Li╌quor, that's much more sublime, much bris╌ker and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 quicker, much, much, much bris╌ker and quicker; it in spar╌kles smiles on me, tho' 〈♫〉〈♫〉 she frown up╌on me: Then with Laugh╌ing, and Quaffing, I'le Time and Age be 〈♫〉〈♫〉 guida, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, owe my Pimples and Wrinkles, to my Drink and a Smile. ☞

〈♫〉〈♫〉 ☞ Come fill up, come fill up my Glass, and a — pox on her Face; may it never want Scars and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Scratches, may it never want Scars and Scratches, Wash, Paint, and Patches: Give me all my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 drin╌king Ma╌ga╌zine, I'le blo╌w up the scorn╌ful Quean; give me Bot╌tles and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Jugs, the Glas╌ses and Mugs, I'le hug 'em, and tug 'em, I'le hug 'em, and tug 'em, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Court 'em much more, than e're I did the pee╌vish Girl before, than e're I did, than e're I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 did the pee╌vish Girl be╌fore. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

☞ 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Come fill up my Glass, come fill up my Glass, and a ╌ pox on her Face; may it never, may it 〈♫〉〈♫〉 never want Scars, want Scars and Scratches, Wash, Paint, and Patches: Give me all my drin╌king 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Maga╌Zine, give me all, I'le blo╌w up the scornful Quean; give me Bottles and Jugs, the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Glasses and Mugs, I'le hug 'em, I'le hug 'em, and tug 'em, and Court 'em much more, than e're I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 did the pee╌vish Girl be╌fore, than e're I did the pee╌vish Girl before. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. Henry Purcell.

CANTVS.

[ 14] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 SAc╌cha╌ris╌sa's grown old, and al╌most past sport, she to her Phy╌si╌cian at 〈♫〉〈♫〉 last, at last does resort; him kind╌ly she greets, and his Counsel intreats, how best, with her 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Health, she may tast of Love's sweets? Why Madam, (quoth he) if my Judgment be right, in the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Morning 'tis Physick, a Banquet at Night: She smiling, reply'd, I'le take each in its turn; For my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Plea╌sure at Night, and for Health in the Morn'.

BASSVS.

[ 14] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 SAc╌cha╌ris╌sa's grown old, and al╌most past sport, she to her Phy╌si╌cian at 〈♫〉〈♫〉 last does resort; him kindly she greets, and his Counsel intreats, how best, with her Health, she may 〈♫〉〈♫〉 tast of Love's Sweets? Why Madam (quoth he) if my Judgment be right, in the Morning, in the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Morning 'tis Physick, a Banquet at Night: She smiling, reply'd, I'le take each in its turn; For my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Pleasure at Night, and for Health in the Morn'.

A SONG made on the Downfall, or pulling down, of Charing-Cross, An. Dom. 1642.

A. 3. Voc.

Mr. F. Farmeloe.

CANTVS.

[ 15] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 UNdone! undone! the Lawyers are, they wander a╌bout the Town, and cannot find the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 way to Westminster, now Charing-Cross is down: At the end of the Strand they make a stand, swearing they 〈♫〉〈♫〉 are at loss; and chafing, say, That's not the way, they must go by Charing-Cross.

II.

The Parliament to Vote it down, conceiv'd it very fitting, For fear't should fall, and kill 'em all, i'th' House as they were sitting; They were inform'd 't had such a Plot, which made 'em so hard-harted, To give express Command, it should be taken down and carted.

III.

Men talk of Plots, this might been worse for any thing I know, Than that Tomkins, and Chalenour, was hang'd for long ago: But as our Parliament from that, themselves strangely defended; So still they do discover Plots; before they be intended.

IV.

For neither Man, Woman, nor Child, will say, I'm confident, They ever heard it speak one word against the Parliament▪ T'had Letters about it some says, or else it had been freed; 'Fore-God I'le take my Oath, that it could neither write nor read.

V.

The Committee said, Verily to Popery 'twas bent, For ought I know it might be so, for to Church it never went: What with Excise, and other loss, the Kingdom doth begin To think you'l leave 'em ne're a Cross, without Door, nor within.

VI.

Methinks the Common-Council should of it have taken pity, 'Cause good old Cross, it always stood so strongly to the City: Since Crosses you so much disdain, Faith if I was as you, For fear the King should Rule again, I'd pull down Tyburn too.

MEDIVS.

[ 15] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 UNdone! un╌done! the Lawyers are; they wander about the Town, and cannot find the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 way to Westminster, now Charing-Cross is down: At the end of the Strand they make a stand, swearing they 〈♫〉〈♫〉 are at a loss; and chafing, say, That's not the way, they must go by Charing-Cross.

BASSVS.

[ 15] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 UNdone! un╌done! the Lawyers are, they wander a╌bout the Town, and cannot find the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 way to Westminster, now Charing-Cross is down: At the end of the Strand they make a stand, swearing they 〈♫〉〈♫〉 are at a loss; and chafing, say, That's not the way, they must go by Charing-Cross.

[An Italian Ayre.]

A. 3. Voc.

CANTUS.

[ 16] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Mor╌ta╌li che fate, che fa╌te Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Tracu╌ra╌ti 〈♫〉〈♫〉 non pen sa╌te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen sa╌te, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 non pen╌se╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fa╌te, che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 non pen sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che favte, Mor╌ta╌li che 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fa╌te, che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te.

MEDIUS.

[ 16] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 MOr╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fa╌te Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Tracu╌ra╌ti non pen-sa-te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri,

BASSUS.

[ 16] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 MOr╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fa╌te Mor╌ta╌li che fate, Tracu╌r╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 non pen╌sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, che fate Mortali che 〈♫〉〈♫〉 fate, che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te.

[The Ginger-bread Man.]

A. 2. Voc.

CANTVS.

[ 17] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Poor Soul sate sighing near a Ginger-bread Stall, Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! with his 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Hands in his Pockets, his Head on the Wall; Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! You Pye-wives of Smithfield, what 〈♫〉〈♫〉 would you be at, who talks of Plumb-pudding, here's better than that; for here's Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh!

BASSVS.

[ 17] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Poor Soul sate sighing near a Ginger-bread Stall, Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! with his 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Hands in his Pockets, his Head on the Wall; Oh Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh! You Pye-wives of Smithfield, what 〈♫〉〈♫〉 would you be at, who talks of Plumb-pudding, here's better than that; for here's Ginger-bread, oh! Oh Ginger-bread, oh!

[The Infallible Doctor.] Sung by Mr. Reading.

[ 18] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 FRom France, from Spain, from Rome I come, and from all Parts of Christendom, for to cure all 〈♫〉〈♫〉 strange Diseases, come take Physick he that pleases: Come ye broken Maids that scatter, and can ne╌ver 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hold your water, I can teach you it to keep; and other things are very meet, as, Groaning backward in your sleep.

Come any ugly dirty Whore, That is at least Threescore, or more, Whose Face and Nose stands all awry, As if you'd fear to pass her by; I can make her plump and young, Lusty, lively, and also strong; Honest active, fit to weed, And can recall her Maiden-head: All this is done as soon as said.

If any Man has got a Wife, That makes him weary of his Life, With Scolding, cajouling, in the house, As tho' the Devil was turned loose; Let him but repair to me; I can cure him presently: With one Pill I'le make her civil, And rid her Husband of that Evil, Or send her headlong to the Devil.

The Pox, the Palsey, and the Gout, Pains within, and Achs without, There is no Disease, but I Can find a present Remedy: Broken Legs and Arms, I'm sure, Are the easiest Wounds I cure; Break your Neck, I'le set it again, Or ask you nothing for my pain.

Or if any Man has not, The heart to fight against the Scot, I'le put him in one, if he be willing, Shall make him fight, and ne're fear killing: Or any Man that has been dead Seven long years, and buried; I can him to Life restore, And make him as sound as he was before, Else never let him trust me more.

If any Man desire to live A thousand Ages, let him give Me a thousand Pounds, and I Will warrant him Life, unless he dye; Nay more, I'le teach him a better trick Shall keep him well, if he ne're be sick: But if I no Money see, And he with Diseases troubled be, Then he may thank himself, not me,

Alone. [The Milk-maid's Health.]

A Cambridge Catch.

[ 19] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 HEre's a Health to the Milk-maid Boys, a-pox of those Toys, are made up of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Paint, and false Tyres; here's a Wench for our use, whose friend╌ly Juice gives warmth to our 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Blood, but no Fires.

[Now drink off the Tail.]

CHORVS. 3 Voc.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 Turn her up, turn her up Boy, if her Tail chance to heat, and to fool ye; 'tis but tur╌ning her [Now drink off the pail] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Turn her up Boy, if her Tail chance to heat, and to fool ye; 'tis but 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Turn her up Boy, if her Tail chance to heat, and to fool ye;

〈♫〉〈♫〉 down Boys, she has that on her Head that will cool ye. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 tur╌ning her down Boys, she has that on her Head that will cool ye. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 'tis but tur╌ning her down Boys, she has that on her Head that will cool ye.

The occasion of this Song, was upon a small piece of Plate at the Rose Tavern in Cambridge, being made in the form of a Milk-maid, containing two Drinking-Cups, the Pail on her head, and her Tail below, commonly called, The Milk-maids Boul.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉

A. 3. Voc.

CANTVS.

[ 20] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIR E╌gla╌more, that valiant Knight, Fa la, lan╌ky down dil╌ly; he took up his Sword, and he 〈♫〉〈♫〉 went to fight, Fa la, lan╌ky down dil╌ly: And as he rode o're Hill and Dale, all Armed with a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Coat of Male, Fa la la, la la la, lanky down dil╌ly.

There leap'd a Dragon out of his Den, That had slain God knows how many Men; But when she saw Sir Eglamore, Oh that you had but heard her roar!

Then the Trees began to shake, Horse did tremble, Man did quake; The Birds betook them all to peeping, Oh! 'twould have made one fall a weeping.

But all in vain it was to fear, For now they fall to't, fight Dog, fight Bear; And to't they go, and soundly fight A live-long day, from morn' till night.

This Dragon had on a plaguy Hide, That could the sharpest Steel abide; No Sword could enter her with cuts, Which vex'd the Knight unto the Guts.

But as in Choler he did burn, He watch'd the Dragon a great good turn; For as a yawning she did fall, He thrust his Sword up Hilt and all.

Then like a Coward she did fly Unto her Den, which was hard by; And there she lay all night and roar'd, The Knight was sorry for his Sword. But riding away, he cries, I forsake it, He that will fetch it, let him take it.

MEDIVS.

[ 20] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIR Eglamore, that valiant Knight, Fa la la la lan╌ky down dilly; he took up his Sword, and he 〈♫〉〈♫〉 went to fight, Fa la la la lan╌ky down dilly: And as he rode o're Hill and Dale, all Armed with a 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Coat of Male, Fa la la la la la la la la la, lanky down dil╌ly.

BASSVS.

[ 20] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 SIR Eglamore, that valiant Knight, Fa la lanky down dilly; he took up his Sword, and he went to fight, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fa la lan╌ky down dil╌ly: And as he rode o're Hill and Dale, all Armed with a Coat of Male, Fa 〈♫〉〈♫〉 la la la la, la la la la la, Fa la la lanky down dil╌ly.

[A Tavern Song, or The Hectors of Holborn.]

A. 2. Voc.

Mr. John Banister.

[ 21] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 CAll up the Master, oh! this is fine! he brags of many rare Nectors, Liquors of Life, and Soft. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 sends the bad Wine, to us the Cocks of the Hectors; To us the Cocks of the Hectors: Wine, in which Soft. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Flies were drown'd the last Summer, but hang't, let it pass, here's a Health in a Rummer; But hang't, let it 〈♫〉〈♫〉 pass, here's a Health in a Rummer. Old Hectors are we, and London's New Troy, fill us more Wine, more Wine; Master. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Ha Drawer, Boy! speak in the Dolphin, speak in the Swan; Draw'r, Draw'r! a╌non Sir, a╌non! 〈♫〉〈♫〉 George, George! Ralph, Ralph! go speak in the Star; the Recining's unpaid; We'l pay't at the Bar.

Master. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 A Quart of Claret in the Miter, score; the Hectors are Ranting, Tom! shut the Door: The Skirmish be╌gins,beware Pates and Shins; the Piss-pot runs down, and the Candles are out, the Glasses are broken, the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Pots fly about. George! Ralph! speak in the Che╌quer, By and by; Ro╌bin is wounded, the Hectors do fly; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Call for the Constable, let in the Watch, these Hectors of Holborn shall meet with their match. At midnight you 〈♫〉〈♫〉 send the Justice among us; but all the day long you did us the wrong, when for Varinus you sent up Mundungus. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Your Rec'nings are large, your Bottles are small, still changing your Wine as fast as we call; your Canary has 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Lime in't, your Claret has Stum, tell the Constable this, and then let him come.

A. 3. Voc.

[ 22] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 AS it fell on a Holy-day, as it fell on a Holy-day, and upon a Holy-tide a, and up╌on a Holy-tide a, and upon a Holy-tide a.

II.

And when John Dory to Paris was come, A little before the Gate a; John Dory was fitted, the Porter was witted, To let him in threat a.

III.

The first Man that John Dory did meet, Was good King John of France a; John Dory could well of his courtesie, But fell down in a Trance a.

IV.

A Pardon, a Pardon, my Liege and King, For my merry Men, and for me a; And all the Churls in merry England, I'le bring them all bound to thee a.

V.

Sir Nichol was then a Cornish man, A little beside Bohide a; And he mann'd forth a good black Bark, With fifty good Oars on a side a.

VI.

Run up my Boy, unto the main Top, And look what thou canst spy a; Who ho! who ho! a goodly Ship I do see, I trow it be John Dory a.

VII.

Thy hoist their Sails, both top and top, The Meisein and all was try'd a; And every Man stood to his Lot, What ever should betide a.

VIII.

The Roaring Cannons then were ply'd, And Dub-a-dub went the Drum a; The sounding Trumpets loud they cry'd, To 'courage both all and some a.

IX.

The grappling Hooks were brought at length, The brown Bill, and the Sword a; John Dory at length, for all his Strength, Was clap'd fast under Board a.

A Second Part of John Dory, made to the same Tune, upon Sir John S— Expedition into Scotland, 1639.

I.

SIr John got him an embling Nag, To Scotland for to ride a; With a hundred Horse more than his own, To guard him each side a.

II.

No errant Knight e're went to fight, With half so gay a Serado; Had you seen but his Look, you'd a sworn on a Book, He'd conquer'd a whole Armado.

III.

The Ladies run all to the Windows to see So noble and gallent a sight a; And as he rode by, they began to cry, Sir John! why will you go to fight a!

IV.

But he like a cruel Knight rode on, His Heart would not relent a; For 'till he came there he shew'd no fear, Why then should be Repent a?

V.

The King (God bless) had singular hopes Of him, and all his Troop a; The Bord'rers as they meet him o'th' way, For joy did hollow and hoop a.

VI.

None lik'd him so well as his own Colonel, Who took him for John Du-wart a; But when there were shews of Gunning and Blows, Sir John was nothing so pert a.

VII.

For when the Scotch Army came in sight, All men were prepared to fight a; He ran to his Tent, and ask'd what they meant▪ And swore be must needs go shite a.

VIII.

His Colonel sent for him back again, To Quarter him in the Van a; But Sir John did swear, he came not there To be kill'd the very first man a.

IX.

To cure his fear, he was sent i'th' Rear, Some ten miles back and more a; Where he fell to play at Tray-trip for Hey, And ne're saw the Enemy more a.

A SONG made on the Power of Women.

To the Tune of the Blacksmith.

[ 23] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 WILL you give me leave, and I'le tell you a Story, of what has been done by your 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fathers be-fore ye, it shall do you more good than ten of John Dory; which no bo╌dy can de- 〈♫〉〈♫〉 which no bo╌dy can de╌ny.

'Tis no Story of Robin Hood, nor of his Bow-men, I mean to demonstrate the Power of Women, It is a Subject that's very common; Which no body, &c.

What tho' it be, yet I'le keep my Station, And in spite of Criticks give you my Narration, For Women now are all in fashion; Which no body, &c.

Then pray give me Advice as much as you may, For of all things that ever yet bore sway, A Woman beareth the Bell away; Which no body, &c.

The greatest Courage that ever yet rul'd, Was baffled by Fortune, tho' ne're so well scool'd, But this of the Women can never be cool'd; Which no body, &c.

I wonder from whence this Power did spring, Or who the Devil first set up this thing, That spares neither Peasant, Prince, nor King! Which no body, &c.

Their Scepter doth Rule from Caesar to Rustick, From finical Kit, to the Soldiers so lustick; In fine, it rules all, tho' ne're so Robustick: Which no body, &c.

For where is he that writes himself Man, That ever saw Beauty in Betty or Nan, But his Eyes turn'd Pimp, and his Heart trapan? Which no body, &c.

I fain would know one of Adam's Race, Tho' ne're so holy a Brother of Grace, If he met a loose Sister, but he wou'd embrace; Which no body, &c.

What should we talk of Philosophers old, Whose Desires were hot, tho' their Nature's cold, But in this kind of Pleasure they commonly roul'd; Which no body, &c.

First Aristotle, that jolly old fellow, Wrote much of Venus, but little of Bellow, Which shew'd, he lov'd a Wench that was mellow; Which no body, &c.

From whence do you think he derived his Study, Produc'd all his Problems, a Subject so muddy? 'Twas playing with her — at Cuddle my Cuddy; Which no body, &c.

The next in order, is Socrates grave, Who triumph'd in Learning and Knowledge, yet gave His Heart to Aspacia, and became her Slave; Which no body, &c.

Demosthenes to Corinth he took a Voyage, We shall scarce know the like on't, in thy Age, or my Age, And all was for a Modicum Pyage; Which no body, &c.

The Proverb in him a whit did not fail, For he had those things which make Men prevail, A Sweet Tooth, and a Liquorice Tayl; Which no body, &c.

Lycurgus and Solon was both Law-makers, And no Men I'm sure are such wiseacres, To think that themselves would not be partakers; Which no body, &c.

An Edict they made with Approbation, If the Husband found fault with his Wives consolation, He might take another for Procreation; Which no body, &c.

If, the Wife found coming in short, The same Law did right her upon her Report, Whereby you may know, they were Lovers o'th' Sport; Which no body, &c.

And now let us view the State of a King, Who is thought to have the World in a String, By a Woman is captivated; poor thing! Which no body, &c.

Alexander the Great, who conquered all, And wept because the World was so small, In the Queen of the Amazon's Pit did fall; Which no body, &c.

Antonius and Nero, and Caligula, Were Rome's Tormenters by night and by day, Yet Women beat them at their own Play; Which no body, &c.

A SONG in Praise of the Dairy-maid with her Cream-Pot, and Fair Rose the Milk-maid.

To the Tune of Packington's Pound.

[ 24] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 LEt Wine turn a Spark, and Ale huff like a Hector, let Plu╌to drink Coffee, and Jove his rich 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Nector; neither Sider nor Sherry, Metheglin nor Perry, shall more make me drunk, which the Vulgar call 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Merry: These Drinks o're my Fancy no more shall prevail, but I'le take a full soop at the merry Milk-pale.

II.

In praise of a Dairy I purpose to sing, But all things in order; first, God save the King And the Queen, I may say, That ev'ry May-day Has many fair Dairy-maids all fine and gay: Assist me, fair Damsels, to finish this Theme, And inspire my Fancy with Strawberries and Cream.

III.

The first of fair Dairy-maids, if you'l believe, Was Adam's own Wife, your Great Grandmother Eve; She milk'd many a Cow, As well she knew how, Tho' Butter was not then so cheap as 'tis now: She hoarded no Butter nor Cheese on a Shelf, For Butter and Cheese in those days made it self.

IV.

In that Age or Time there was no damn'd Money, Yet the Children of Israel fed on Milk and Honey; No Queen you could see, Of the highest degree, But would milk the brown Cow with the meanest she: Their Lambs gave them Clothing their-Cows gave them Meat, In a plentiful Peace all their Joys were compleat.

V.

But now of the making of Cheese we shall treat, That Nurser of Subjects, bold Britain's chief Meat; When they first begin it, To see how the Rennet Begets the first Curd, you would wonder what's in it: Then from the blue Whey, when they put the Curds by, They look just like Amber, or Clouds in the Sky.

VI.

Your Turkey Sherbet, and Arabian Tea, Is Dish-water stuff to a Dish of new Whey; For it cools Head and Brains, Ill Vapours it drains, And tho' your Guts rumble, 'twill ne're hurt your Brains: Court Ladies i'th' morning will drink a whole Pottle, And send out their Pages with Tankard and Bottle.

VII.

Thou Daughter of Milk, and Mother of Butter, Sweet Cream thy due Praises, now shall I utter? For when at the best, A thing's well exprest, We are us'd to reply, That's the Cream of the Jest: Had I been a Mouse, I believe in my Soul, I had long since been drowned in a Cream-boul.

VIII.

The Elixir of Milk is the Dutch-man's delight, By motion and tumbling thou bringest to light; But oh! the soft Stream, That remains of the Cream, Old Morpheus ne're tasted so sweet in a Dream: It removes all Obstructions, depresses the Spleen, And makes an old Band like a Wench of Fifteen.

IX.

Amongst the rare Virtues that Milk does produce, A thousand more Dainties are daily in use; For a Pudding I'le tellye. E're it goes in the Belly, Must have of good Milk, both the Cream and the Jelly: For a dainty fine Pudding without Cream or Milk, Is like a Citizen's Wife without Satin or Silk.

X.

In the Virtues of Milk, there's more to be muster'd, The charming Delights of Cheese-cake and Custard; For at 〈◊〉〈◊〉-Court You can have no sport, Unless you give Custards and Cheese-cakes for't: And what's the Jack-Pudding that makes you to laugh, Unless he hath got a great Custard to quaff.

XI.

Both Pancakes and Fritters of Milk have good store, But a Devonshire Whitepot requires much more; No state you can think, Tho' you study and weak, From the lusty Saok-posset, to the poor Posset-drink: But Milk's the Ingredient, tho' Sack's ne're the worse, For 'tis Sack makes the Man, tho' Milk makes the Nurse.

XII.

But now I shall treat of a Dish that is cool, A Rich-clouted Cream, or a Gooseberty-Fool; A Lady I heard tell, Not far off did dwell, Made her Husband a Fool, and yet pleas'd him full well: Give thanks to the Dairy-maid then every Lad, That from good-natur'd Women such Fools may be had.

XIII.

When the Damsel has got the Cow's Teat in her hand, How she merrily sings, whilst smiling I stand; Then with pleasure I rub, Yet impatient I scrub, When I think of the Blessings of a Syllabub: Oh Dairy-maids! Milk-maids! such Bliss ne're oppose If e're you'l be happy, I spake under the Rose.

XIV.

This Rose was a Maiden once of your Profession, 'Till the Rake and the Spade had taken possession; At length it was said, That one Mr. Ed╌mond, Did both dig and sow in her Parsly-bed: But the Fool for his labour deserves not a Rush, For grafting a Thistle upon a Rose-bush.

XV.

Now Milk-maids take warning by this Maidens fall, Keep what is your own, and then you keep all; Mind well your Milk-pan, And ne're touch a Man, And you'l still be a Maid, let him do what he can: I am your Well-wisher, then list' to my word, And give no more Milk than the Cow can afford.

[Tom of Bedlam: As it was sung at the Theater.]

For a Bass alone.

[ 25] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 FOrth from the dark and dismal Cell, or from the deep A╌byss of Hell; mad Tom is come to 〈♫〉〈♫〉 view the World again, to see if he can cure his distemper'd Brain: Fears and Cares oppress my Soul, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hark how the an╌gry Fu╌ries howl! Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad, to see poor angry Tom of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Bedlam mad. Through the World I wander night and day to find my stragling Senses, in an angry mood I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 met old Time, with his Pentateuch of Tenses: When me he spies, a╌way he flies, for Time will stay for 〈♫〉〈♫〉 no Man; in vain with Cries, I rend the Skies, for Pi╌ty is not common. Cold and comfort.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 less I lye, Help! help! oh help! or else I dye! Hark, I hear Apollo's Team, the Carman' gins to whistle, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Chat Di╌a╌na bends her Bow, and the Boar begins to bristle: Come Vulcan with Tools and with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Tackles, to knock off my troublesom Shackles; bid Charles make ready his Wain, to bring me my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Senses a╌gain.

II.

Last night I heard the Dog-Star bark, Mars met Venus in the dark; Lymping Vulcan heat an Iron Bar, And furiously made at the Great God of War. Mars with his Weapon laid about, Lymping Vulcan had got the Gout; His broad Horns did hang so in his light, That he could not see to aim his blows aright. Mercury, the nimble Post of Heaven, Stood still to see the Quarrel; Gorrel-belly'd Bacchus, Gyant-like, Bestrid a Strong-beer Barrel: To me he drank, I did him thank, But I could drink no Sider; He drank whole Buts, 'till he burst his Guts, But mine was ne're the wider, Poor Tom is very dry, A little Drink for Charity! Hark! I hear Acteon's Hounds, The Huntsman hoops and hollows; Ringwood, Rockwood, Jowler, Bowman, All the Chase doth follow. The Man in the Moon drinks Claret, Eats powder'd Beef, Turnep, and Carret; But a Cup of Malaga Sack Will fire the Bush at his Back

A Song in the Play of Henry the Fourth.

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[ 26] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 I keep my Horse, I Keep my Whore I take no Rent, yet am not poor; I travel all the Land about. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and yet was born to ne're a foot: With Partridge plump, and Woodcock, fine, I often do at Midnight dine; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and if my Whore be not in case, my Hostice's Daughter takes her place. The Maids sit up, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 take their turns, if I stay long, the Tapster mourns; the Cook-maid has no mind to sin, tho' tempted 〈♫〉〈♫〉 by the Chamberlain: But if I knock, oh how they brustle! the Ostlers yawn, the Geldings justle; and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 if the Maid but sleep, oh how they curse her! and all this comes of, De╌li╌ver your Purse, Sir.

FINIS.