London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.

A Song against a Single Mistress.

1.

FAin would I love my Delia two days more, She kisses sweetly, and so nimbly stir'd; And he that loves his Mistress or a VVhore Above two days, let him be hang'd the third. Two days again is Physick; so long she That's after poyson, may prove health to me.

2.

What did I say? Two days? I did repent As of my doating and intemperate stay; In shorter time my doating may be spent, For Venus self it seems, try'd but a day.

But she who this day may be true to me, To morrow I may find in Bed with thee.

3.

Tis not the Number nor Plurality That swells the sin, or greater makes the shame. One as an hundred is Adultery, Though change the Person, yet the sin's the same. To kiss a hundred Whores is no more Crimes Than 'tis to kiss one Whore a hundred times.

4.

Born under some ill Planet, or accurst, Sure is that Man that loves one single VVhore, And with one drink does always quench his thirst, And loves one single Mistress, and no more. There's no more Curse, nor other torments here, Nor greater Plague, than love one Whore too dear.