THO' you make no return to my pas—sion, still, still I pre—sume to a—dore; 'tis in Love but an odd re—pu—ta—tion, when faintly re—puls'd, to give o're. When you talk of your Duty, I gaze on your Beauty, nor mind the dull maxime at all: Let it reign in Cheapside, with a Ci—tizens Bride; it will ne'er be receiv'd, it will ne'er, ne'er, it will ne'er be receiv'd at [Page 2] White—hall. [...]

TELL me no more, no more I am de—ceiv'd, that Cloe's false, that Cloe's false and common: by Heav'n I all a—long beleiv'd she was, she was a ve—ry, ve-ry, Wo—man. As such I lik'd, as such ca—rest, she still, she still was con—stant when pos—sect; she cou'd, she cou'd, she cou'd, she [Page 3] could do more for no man. [...]

2d. Stanza. But oh! but oh her thoughts on o—thers ran, and that you think, and that you think a hard thing; per—haps she fan—cy'd you the Man, why what care I, why what care I one Far—thing. You say she's false, I'm sure she's kind, I'le take, I'le take her—Bo—dy, you her Mind; who, who, who has the better Bar—gain?

TIS pit—ty pit—ty Myr—til—la you shou'd be a Wife, to be made a mere [Page 4] slave and a drudge all thy life; to throw all thy freedome and pleasures a—way, change the joys of Command for the curse of O—bey: Be un—ea—sy a—broad 'cause home you must come, to be plagu'd all the night with a fumbling hum—drum, with a fum, fum, fum, fumbling, with a fumbling hum—drum. [...]

BEAU—TY first the heart In—spires, e—qual flames en—crease the fires; Mu—tual loves have mu-tual blisses, hearts a—greed the same soft wi—shes; Still de—sire—ing, still re—qui—ring, looking still, and still ad—mire—ing. [...]

[Page 6] TO convent Streams or sha—dy Groves, may Ce—lia be con—fin'd, and from Au—gus—ta, from Au—gus—ta far re—move,—since hand—some and un—kind: Let her not range nor plea—sures take, in Town which no—ne will give; why shou'd we room for Beau—ty make, why, why shou'd we room for [Page 7] Beau—ty make, which will not let us live? why shou'd we room—for Beau—ty make, which wi—ll not let us live? [...]

JACK, whither so fast? To the Devil; where shou'd I? I'm not in such hast to go thither. A—dieu t'ye; I hope to in—treague yet many a year, and Whore in a—bundance be—fore I come there; May you al—ways be damn'd to the Hell of a Punck, while I at the Devil get Hea—ven—ly Drunk. [...]

AH friends how hap-py are we here, blest with good Drink, blest with good AH friends how hap—py are we here, blest with good Drink, Drink, and with good Cheer; we're crown'd with joys a—bove all blest with good Drink, and with good Cheer; we're crown'd with joys a—bove all measure, in War we fear to lose our life, in Love, in Love ther's measure, in War we fear to loose our life, in Love, in Love, ther's jea—lou—sy and streif, by Trade, and play we lose our Treasure. jea—lou—sy and strief, by Trade, and play we loose our Treasure. But here, but here, un—less our Bowl should fall, and some mis-chance should But here, but here, un—less our Bowl should fall, and some mis—chance should [Page 9] spill it all, nothing can e—ver baulk our pleasure, but here un— spill it all, nothing can e—ver baulk our pleasure, but —less our Bowl shou'd fall, nothing can baulk, nothing can baulk, here un—less our Bowl shou'd fall nothing can baulk, nothing can nothing can baulk, can baulk our pleasure. baulk, can baulk, can baulk our pleasure. [...]

WHAT Beastly to drink! that's a jest, that's a jest, I'le not bear it; WHAT Beastly to drink! that's a jest, I'le not bear it; un— un—less you'l de—mon—strate Beasts e—ver drink Claret: —less you'l de—monstrate, de—monstrate Beasts e—ver drink Claret: [Page 10] But hang't 'tis a fol—ly to make a dis—pute, 'tis the But hang't 'tis a fol—ly, a fol—ly to make a dis—pute, 'tis the dull sober, dull so—ber Sot, that is real—ly the Brute, for while we drink dull so—ber Sot, that is real—ly the Brute, for while we drink Wine, for Wine, for while we drink Wine, let all men hereafter proclaim him a Beast that while we drink Wine, drink Wine, let all men hereafter proclaim him a Beast that on—ly drinks Water, proclaim him a Beast, a Beast, who on—ly drinks Water. on—ly drinks Water, proclaim him a Beast, a Beast, who on—ly drinks Water. [...]

TELL me thou fairest of all thy whole Sex, why so much good nature poor hearts doth per—plex; The un—grate—full be—trays me with hopes in my sleep, but when the Dreams gone my heart's rea—dy to break; This Charming sweet Creature hath a Soul so re—fin'd, that I'de give all the world that we were of one mind. [...]

SUCH command o're my Fate, has your Love or your Hate, that no—thing can make me more wretched or great: Whilst expecting I lye to Live, or to Dye, thus doubtfull the sentence of such I re—ly, your Tongue bids me goe, tho' your eyes say not so, but much kinder words from their language do flow. [...]

[Page 13] THAT Scornfull Sil—vias Chaines I wear, the Groves and Streames can tell; Those blasted with my Sighs ap—pear, these with my Tears, my Tears o're swell: But Sights and Tears bring no re—dress, and Love that sees, that sees me greive, con—spires with Sil—via to op—press the heart he shoul'd re—lieve. [...]

WHY wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aim'd so oft at Po—e—try? since by my ge—n'rous de—sti—ny, I've seen the ob—ject of her Eye; why wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aim'd so oft at Po—e—try? I'm in a Hea—ven a— [Page 15] —las at least, when e're my Eyes doe on her feast: why wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aim'd so oft at Po—e—try; and in that Hea—ven my rap—tures be im—prov'd by her di—vi—ni—ty? why wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aim'd so much at Po—e—try? [...]

FYE Jocky never prattle meer so like a Loon, no Rebel e're shall garr my heart to Love; Sawny was a Loyal Scot tho' dead and gone, and Jenny'd in her Daddy's way with muckle joy shall move: Laugh at the Kirk A—po-stles, and the canting Swarms, and fight with bonny Lad that love their Monarchy and King; then Jenny fresh and blith, shall take thee in her Arms, and give thee twenty kisses, and per—haps a better thing. [...]

FOND Virgins run in—to the snare, false Men to catch their hearts pre—pare: FOND Virgins run in—to the snare, false Men to catch their hearts pre—pare: With bro—ken Oaths and Vows be—tray'd, they wou'd complain, but are a— With bro—ken Oaths and Vows be—tray'd, they wou'd complain, but are a—fraid; and each that Lists her self for a Wife, is doom'd to —fraid; and each that Lists her self, a Wife is doom'd to praise, is doom'd, is doom'd to praise the care—full life. praise is doom'd to praise the care—full life. [...]

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THE Queen of Beau—ty lov'd a Swain, and le—ft her throne a—bove; To sport it on the hum—ble plain, and re—vel, and re—vel, and re—vel—

i—n his Love. But what's the Wanton Queen to me, my— Reason is my Rule; Nor wou'd it e—ver be with thee, if—

I shou'd play the fool: Were Reason, cruel Nymph, your guide, as you mis— [Page 19] —take it is, you wou'd not glo—ry in your pride, nor shun Loves Flor. sacred bliss.

My nu—me—rous Flocks are more than thine, my Fleeces fi—ner Wooll; The herds that yon—der graze are mine, my Barnes are al—so full;

But mine o—h! fates are thine of store, my herds, my flocks but few; I plead my Love I ask no more, since love does a—ll sub—due.

Then let's to yon—der Grove re—move, the coolest of the plain: There CHORVS. Then let's to yon—der Grove re—move, the coolest of the plain: There sing the Charmes of mu—tual love, so to our Flocks a—gain. sing the Charmes of mu—tual love, so to our Flocks a—gain.

OF no—ble Race was Shinking,—The Line of Omon: S: Tudor, thum, thum, thum, thum, But her renown is fled and gone, since cruel Love persu'd her. [...]

[Page 21] TO yon—der sweet de—li-cious shade, lovely Silvia let's retire; careles—ly on Roses lay'd, loose to ev'ery warm desire, loose to e—very warm de—sire, loose to e—v'ry warm de—sire. Let us wanton lau—ug and play, lau—gh and play, kiss and sing the hours a—way, kiss and sing the hours a—way, kiss and sing the hours a—way, kiss and sing the hours a—way. [...]

WHERE Phaebus with his kindest, king—est, kind—est look vi—fits his Neighbours a—ll the year; that place this Beautious Nymph, this Beautious, this Beau—tious Nymph, forsook to en—ter—tain and warm us here, here, here, to en—ter—tain and warm us here, where Phaebus [Page 23] here: So the sweet Cho—ris—ters of Air, who long have felt his scor—ching heat, to Sylvian Scenes of Woods re—pair, to Sylvian Scenes of Woods re—pair; and there in sha—des their Songs re—peat, and there in sha—des, and there, and there in shades, in shades their Songs re—peat, and there, and there in shades, in sha— [Page 22] [...] [Page 23] [...] [Page 24] —des their Songs repeat, re—peat, re—peat their Songs re—peat, re—peat. [...]

I wonder what those Lovers mean, who say, they have giv'n, they have giv'n their hearts a way: Some good kind Lo—ver tell me how, for mine is : S: but a tor—ment now; some good kind Lo—ver tell me how, for mine is but a tor—ment now. [...]

E'RE Time had run so long a race, when Wul—ly gan en—trea—ty, then I'ze was thought a bon—ny Lass, and call—ed wondrous pretty: But af—ter Wedlock—knot was wove, and the Lad my Charms had worn, he curs'd my ea—sy yeilding Love, and wish'd he had had my scorn, and wish'd he had had my scorn. [...]

AND in each track of Glo—ry, since And in each track of Glo— and in each track of Glo—ry since, —ry, since of Glo—ry, since for their lov'd Coun—try, or their Prince. Princes that for their lov'd Coun—try, or their Prince. Princes that hate, that hate Romes Ti—ran—ny and joyn the Nations right, with their own hate, that hate Romes Ti—ran—ny and joyn the Nations right, with their own [Page 27] Roy—al—ty; none were more ready, none were more rea—dy, none, none, Roy—al—ty; none, none, none, none, none were more, none were more, none, none, none were more ready in—dis—tress to save, no, none were more ready, none were more ready in—dis—tress to save, none were more Loyal, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none were more Loyal none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none were more Loyal none, none more Brave. Loyal none, none more Brave. [...]

HOW long must Women wish in vain, a con—stant How long must Wo—men wish in vain a constant Love to find? No art can Fic—kle Man re— Love to find? no art can fic—kle, can fic—kle Man re—tain, or fix a Ro—ving mind: Yet fond—ly we, —tain, or fix a Ro—ving mind: Yet fond—ly [Page 29] yet fond—ly we our selves deceive, and emp—ty hopes pur—sue; we our selves, our selves de—ceive, and emp—ty hopes pur—sue, Tho' Tho' false to o—thers, we be—leive they will to us prove true, false, tho' false to o—thers we be—lieve they will to us prove true, tho' false to o—thers, tho' false to o—thers, tho' false to Tho' false to o—thers, tho' false to o—thers, others, we be—leive they will to us prove true. others, we be—lieve they will to us prove true. [...]

DOWN, down with Bacchus, down, down with Bacchus; from this hour renounce, re—nounce the Grapes Ty-ran—nick pow'r; whilst in our large, our large Con—fe—d'rate Bowl, and mingling Vertue, mingling Ver—tue, chear the Soul. Down with the French, down with the French, march on to Nantz for whose, for whose dear sake wee'l con-quer France; and when, when th'inspiring Cups swell high, their hun—gry, hun—gry juice with scorn, with scorn de—fy. Rouse, rouse, rouse, rouse, rouse Royal Boyes, your Forces joyn, to rout, to rout the Monsieur and his Wine; then, then, then, then the next year, our Bowl shall be quaff'd, quaff'd un—der the Vines in Bur—gun—dy. [...]