LONDON, Printed by Iohn Playford, for Ioseph Hindmarsh (Bookseller to His ROYAL HIGHNESS) at the Black Bull in Cornhill, 1684.

DISSEMBLED LOVE: A Song set by Mr. Abel.

[...] WHen Damon does his Pas—sion show, dissembling I de­spise; [...] yet tho' a Frown sits on my Brow, I languish with my Eyes: [...] When e're he does his Tale begin, and I would seem most coy; my poor Heart [...] pants to let him in, al—tho' my Tongue de—ny, al—tho' my Tongue de—ny. [...]

'Gainst Honour, the Tyrant of our Souls,
And Love, the greater Foe;
Some God that o're my Fate controuls,
Inspire me what to do:
For long if Love invade my Heart,
From Honour I must fly;
And if my Honour Love subvert,
'Twill soon my Life destroy.

A LEVET to the ARTILLERY: A Song made upon His Royal Highness's leading the Artillery-Company through the City; Set to an excellent Minuet of Monsieur Grabue's.

[...] ALL Loy—al Hearts, take off your Brimmers, bow down ye [...] Cuckolds, Whigs, and Trimmers; sneak in your Shops, and go crowch to your [...] Wives, keep in your No—ses, for fear of your Lives: Great York like God [...] Mars rides through the Ci—ty, and leads on the Brave, and the Witty; ye [...] [Page 3] [...] Rogues, truckle down; 'tis not your Branches can succour your Haunches, if 'tis not your Horns can se—cure from his Arms, if you [...]

once you are known.
chance to be known.

The HORSE-RACE; a Song made and sung to the King at Newmarket: Set to an excellent Scotch Tune, called, Cock up thy Beaver, in four Strains.

[...] TO Horse, brave Boys of New—mar—ket, to Horse, you'l [...] lose the Match by lon—ger de—lay—ing; the Gelding just now was led [Page 4] [...] o—ver the Course, I think the De—vil's in you for stay—ing: [...] Run, and en—dea—vour all to bub—ble the Sporters, Bets may re­co—ver [...] all lost at the Groom-Porters. Fol—low, fol—low, fol—low, [...] fol—low, come down to the Ditch, take the odds, and then you'l be [...] rich; for I'le have the brown Bay, if the blew Bonnet ride, and hold a [...] [Page 5] [...] thousand Pounds of his side Sir: Dragon would scow-er it, but Dragon grows [...] old; he can—not en—dure it, he cannot, he wonnot now run it, as [...] late—ly he could: Age, Age, does hinder the Speed Sir. Now, now, now they come [...] on, and see, see the Horse lead the way still; three lengths be—fore at the [...] turning the Lands, five hundred Pounds up—on the brown Bay still: Pox on the [...] [Page 6] [...] De—vil, I fear we have lost, for the Dog, the Blue Bonnet, has [...] run it, a Plague light up—on it, the wrong side the Post; Odszounds, was [...] e—ver such Fortune. [...]

To CYNTHIA; a Song set by Mr. King.

[...] EN—a—mour'd Angels leave the Sky, to hear the Music [...] of her Tongue; fond Cupids round a—bout her fly, to kiss her as she [...] [Page 7] [...] walks along: The Trees all bow their verdant Heads, like humble Lo—vers [...] when she talks; and blushing Flow'rs deck the Meads, as proud they may a­dorn [...] her Walks. [...]

She has such Beauty as were fit
To bless the greatest Monarch's side;
A Mine of rich obliging Wit,
Without the least allay of Pride.
Tell me no more of Joys above,
With which immortal Souls are crown'd;
There is a Rapture in her Love,
Which zealous Bigots never found.

A SONG made to an excellent Tune of Mr. Peasable's.

[...] SUch a damn'd Fa—tigue Fools do make of wooing, [...] that the Plea—sure got is seldom worth the pains; Men of deep Intrigue [...] with e—ter—nal Cooing, by their mighty Passions shew their little Brains: [...] See a Fop there cringing, making ug—ly Fa—ces, hear him swear, [...] No Joy like Syl—via's soft Em—bra—ces; vow a thousand Gra—ces, [...] [Page 9] [...] crowns her as she pas—ses, dye by her Eyes, and all con-foun-ded Lies. [...]

All the charming Nymphs Experience teach ye,
Blunt and honest Lovers ever prove the best;
Prating noisie Fops fain would over-reach ye,
And with gingling Nonsence hope to charm your Breast.
Shun the fulsom Tool when e're he comes before ye,
Pity 'tis a Fool should triumph o're ye:
He will ne're adore ye,
Tho' he may implore ye;
Vow and swear too,
There's not a word on't true.

The Law of Nature; a Song Pindaric-way to ASTREA, and sung to the King at Windsor: Made to an excellent new Tune of Mr. Akeroyd's.

[...] WHilst their Flocks were feeding near the foot of a [...] flowry Hill, Ce—la—don complaining of his Fate, thus to A—stre—a cry'd: [...] [Page 10] [...] Hear my gen—tle Plea—ding; Ah! cru-el Nymph! for—bear to kill a [...] Shepherd with Dis—dain and Hate, whom you have once en—joy'd! [...] There is a Sa—cred Pow'r in Love is beyond all Mor—tal Rules; [...] fol—low the Laws of Na—ture, for the Di—vine Cre—a—tor [...] did produce, and for Hu—man use did Beau—ty chuse, who de­ny [...] [Page 11] [...] themselves, are Fools. E—ve—ry Heart is pair'd a—bove, and In­gra—ti—tude's [...] a Sin to all the Saints so hateful, she that is [...] found in—grate—ful, may too late, in a wret—ched state, knock at [...] Heaven's Gate, but shall ne—ver en—ter in. [...]

Had our first-made Father,
Lord of the whole Creation,
Done such a Crime as could have damn'd us all,
Trespassing on his Wife;
Iove no doubt had rather,
When he the ill design had known,
Have plac'd his Angel e're the Fall,
Guarding the Tree of Life.
[Page 12] But he that well knew Adam's Breast,
Whom Nature learnt to woo,
Never intended damning,
Nor had the Serpents shamming Edified;
For the Bone of his Side,
That was made his Bride,
Taught him what he was to do.
Nor was the Maker e're possest
With Rage that he did enjoy;
But the Reflection hated,
What he with pains created,
Should be thought
Such a cowardly Sot,
To be poorly caught
In such a sneaking Lye.

The WEDDING: A Dialogue between John and Jug, sung in the Cheats of Scapin by Mr. Reading and Mrs. Norris; Set by Mr. Farmer in two Parts.


[...] COme Iug, my Honey, let's to bed, it is no Sin, sin [...] we are wed; for when I am near thee, by desire, I burn like a—ny Coal of Fire. [...]


[...] To quench thy Flames I'le soon a—gree, thou art the Sun, and I the Sea; all [...] [Page 13] [...] Night with—in my Arms shalt be, and rise each Morn' as fresh as he. [...]


[...] COme on then, and couple to-ge-ther, come all, the Old and the Young, the Short and the [...] COme on then, and couple to-ge-ther, come all, the Old and the Young, the Short and the [...] Tall; The richer than Cressus, and poorer than Job, for 'tis Wedding and Bedding that [...] Tall; The richer than Cressus, and poorer than Job, for 'tis Wedding and Bedding that [...] Peoples the Globe. [...] Peoples the Globe.


My Heart and all's at thy Command;
And tho' I've never a Foot of Land,
Yet six fat Ews, and one milch Cow,
I think, my Iug, is Wealth enow.
A Wheel, six Platters, and a Spoon,
A Jacket edg'd with blue Galloon;
My Coat, my Smock is thine, and shall,
And something under best of all.
Come on then, &c.

A Scotch SONG made to the Irish JIGG, and sung to the King at Whitehall.

[...] LAte—ly as thorough the fair E—den—bo—rough, to [...] view the gay Meadows as I was a gang—ing; Ioc—key and [...] Mog—gy were walking and tal—king of Love and Re—li—gion, thus [...] close—ly Ha—ran—guing. Ne—ver, says Mog—gy, come near me, false [...] Ioc—key, for thou art a Whig, and I vow to ab—hor thee; [...] [Page 15] [...] Ize be no Bride, nor will lig by my side, for no sneaking [...] Re—bel shall lift a Leg o're me. [...]

Fairest and Dearest,
And to my Heart nearest,
To live with thy Frowns I no longer am able;
I am so loving,
And thou art so moving,
Each hair of thy Head ties me fast as a Cable:
Thou hast that in thee
Ize sure to win me,
To Iew, Turk, or Atheist, so much I adore thee;
Nothing I'd shun
That is under the Sun,
So I have the pleasure to lift a Leg o're thee.
Plotters and Traytors,
And Associators,
In every degree [...]hou shalt swear to oppose 'em;
Swimmers and Trimmers,
The Nation's Redeemers,
And for thy Reward thou shalt sleep in my Bosom:
I had a Dad,
Was a Royal brave Lad,
And as true as the Sun to his Monarch before me;
Moggy he cry'd,
The same hour that he dy'd,
Let no sneaking Rebel e're lift a Leg or'e thee.
[Page 16]
Adieu then, ye Crue then,
Of Protestant Blue Men,
No Faction his Moggy from Iockey shall sever;
Thou shalt at Court
My Conversion report,
I am not the first Whig by his Wife brought in favour:
Ize never deal
For the dull Commonweal,
To fight for true Monarchy shall be my Glory;
Lull'd with thy Charms,
Then I'le dye in thy Arms,
When I have the pleasure to lift a Leg o're thee.

The ENJOYMENT, or No, no, chang'd to Ay, ay.

[...] WHen the Kine had gi—ven a Pale-full, and the Sheep came [...] bleating home; Doll that knew it would be healthful, went a wal—king [...] with young Tom: Hand in Hand Sir, o're the Land Sir, as they wander'd [...] [Page 17] [...] to and fro; Tom made jol—ly Love to Dol—ly, but was dash'd with [...] No, no, no; no, no, no; no, no, no. [...]

Faith, says Tom, the Time's so fitting,
We shall never get the like;
You can never stir from knitting,
When I am digging in the Dyke:
Now we are gone too▪ and alone too,
No one by to see or know;
Prethee Dolly, shall I, shall I?
Still she answer'd, No, no, no;
No, no, no; no, no, no.
Fye upon you Men, cries Dolly,
In what Snares you'd make us fall;
You get nothing but the Folly,
But I should get the Devil and all:
Tom with Sobs, and some dry Bobs,
Cry'd, You're a Fool to argue so;
Come, come, shall I? Prethee Dolly!
Still she answer'd, No, no, no, &c.
To the Tavern then he took her,
Wine to Love's a Friend confess'd;
By the Hand he often shook her,
And drunk Brimmers to the best:
She grew warm, and thought no harm,
'Till after a brisk Pint or two;
To what he said, the silly Jade
Could hardly get out, No, no, no, &c.
She swore he was the prettiest Fellow
In the Country, or the Town;
And began to be so mellow,
On the Cowch she laid her down;
Tom to woo her then came to her,
Thinking this the time to try;
And something past, so kind at last,
The Note was chang'd to Ay, ay, ay;
Ay, ay, ay; ay, ay, ay.
Closely now were joyn'd their Faces,
Lovers, you know what I mean;
Nor could she hinder his Embraces,
Love was now too far got in:
Both now lying, panting, dying,
Calm succeeds the stormy Joy;
Tom would fain renew agen,
And Doll consents with Ay, ay, ay;
Ay, ay, ay; ay, ay, ay.

A SONG set by Mr. Thomas Farmer.

[...] HOW sweet is the Passion of Love! how gay is the Joy of the [...] Soul! how pleasing those Fa—vours do prove, whose Kindness does Fortune con­troul! [...] Her Eyes that with In—flu—ence shone, obtain'd such a So—ve—raign [...] Pow'r; they exhal'd out my Soul like the Sun, when it draws up the Dew from a Flow'r. [...]

Let no Man believe he is wise,
By applauding the Musical Sphere;
But turn his Ear to her Voice,
And all that is Charming is there:
My Heart which no Face could command,
Within her sweet Bosom I lost;
And with every touch of her hand,
I was ready to give up the Ghost.

LOVE'S Complaint against HONOUR.

[...] HAp—py were the Ru—ral Swains, that lov'd with Freedom [...] all the day; that sung their Pas—sions on the Plains, and pass'd with joy their [...] Hours away: E're Ambition taught Mankind to know, Degrees of less or greater; [...] we a true Content did find, and found a thousand times the better. [...]

What's the gawdy lofty Sky
The worse, for blessing Earth with Rain?
Or the dazling Deity,
For stooping to the lowly Main?
Ah then! why should I be blam'd,
For letting poor Amintor woo me?
Yet I dye with blushing Shame,
For Honour tells me he's below me.

Advice to a PAINTER; excellently Set by Monsieur Baptist.

[...] COme, curious Painter! let thy Art on Cynthia's lovely [...] Face be shown; come draw her Picture from my Heart, and if thou can'st, de­fend [...] thy own: But ah! 'tis much in vain to try, for thou art Man as [...] well as I. And none that's born of Mor—tal Race, can scape un­woun—ded [...] from our Eyes; nor view the Glo—ries of her Face, but [...] [Page 21] [...] with Despair or Plea—sure dies: Such was the Prophet's trembling Awe, when [...] he the Great Cre—a—tor saw; such was the Prophets trembling Awe, when [...] he the Great Cre—a—tor saw. [...]

First in her Soul-commanding Face,
A Sacred Innocence display;
Then make her blush with such a Grace,
As when Aurora paints the Day:
And let it by thy Skill be shown
For others faults, and not her own.
Draw in her Smiles, all Joys that grow
In Heaven, and happy Lovers crown;
And in a corner of her Brow,
Damnation lurking in a Frown:
Then paint me dying at her Feet,
Thou hast done all that's Brave and Great.

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