A Pleasant new Ditty called the new, So Ho.
To a pleasant new Tune.
COme let our sports with our songs be renownd,
vnto the ample fieldes:
Our cups in the bloud of Neptune be drowned
That merry Nectar yéelds,
Graced be the Sun, as he
Salutes the modest Morne,
when he leaues the earth below:
And the grace to the starres in chace,
That with him were borne,
To a new so ho, so ho.
Health to the Muse and the Quéenes of the Fountains.
that our delights befriend:
Fortune to pan, and the Nimphs of the Mountaines,
that our Flockes defend
Life and blood to the Cipresse wood,
That was a hunter young:
when he first in Groues did grow.
And a shower, to the Purple Flower,
That from Adonis sprung,
When he sight his last so ho, so ho.
If that the Lord of Olympus had euer
hunting truely knowne,
Ioue in the Bed of his Mistris had neuer
iniury done vnto none,
Tryton ould, to the foyled mould,
Would the wanton Dolphin straine,
and the toyle soone did forgoe:
And the said ould timelesse God,
Recall past howers againe,
To a new so ho, so ho.
Oft would it cost iolly Hermis a iourney
to run ouer the race:
Mars in his course would as well in a iurney
win Zepharies grace:
Smiles of Lampse with horses houes:
Shodde with a golden Pen,
would amaze the earth below:
And the Boy, doth oft ioy,
To shake his nimble heeles,
To a new so ho, so ho,
Man to himselfe, like a woman delighted,
is to himselfe a foe:
Gold he that loues, with the shade shal be frighted
and out of wealth drinks woe,
He that pleasure loues with measure,
Liues with a friend combind,
and effects no glistring show:
He drinkes in the Hornes Vnicornes,
And daily feastes his mind.
To a new so ho, so ho.
Slaues to the World, shall be washt with the Billowes,
of eternall Care:
Seruile to Loue shall be crownd with the willowes,
of deceitfull fears,
Tunes his mones to dumpish Drones,
And ielous life consumed,
in the song and sighes of woe:
While away, we spend the day,
With a lusty Paean tune:
To a new so ho, so ho.
The second part.
To the same tune.
HEroes beloued kinde Leander,
had his delight been woods,
Then should his life haue felt no danger,
in Helespontus flouds
Didoes heart by Cupids dart
Had not burned so with fire,
as louers vse to doe:
Wofull Queene hat still was seene
Consuming with desire,
To a new so ho, so ho.
Oh then what Angels were fare women,
if Angels could not buy them,
Their beauties that he both bright and golden,
drawes too many nye them,
Fayned cryes shewes in their eyes,
Like Aprill springing showers,
that fancie weeds might grow,
Foolish then we loue sieke[?] men,
That haue no seeing powers,
To leaue their new so ho, &c.
Youth if it was with age aduised,
women weare no woes to men,
The world then Deuine and purely prized,
would be Paradise agen,
Bewties booke if we ore looke,
The leaues we shall finde torne.
and the mergent fild with woe,
Youths delight so faire and bright
A moments time hath worne,
To a new so ho, so ho.
All our desters are fading pleasuers,
and but minuts of content,
Resting with vs lik wasting treasures,
no sooner gaind but spent,
Years of sorrow, we stil borrow,
But for one minets ioy,
returnign tribble woe:
Delightfull bubles, change to troubles
To feede vs with annoy,
To a new so ho, so ho.
Man by his shape is the stampe of heauen
plast on the earth as King,
The world vnto him for a Court is giuen
to rule each liuing thing.
Bewties blazing to our gazing.
That sweete beloued tree,
Where saving follies grow,
A winding sheete and Coffin méete,
More fitter for vs be.
Then the new so ho, so ho.
FINIS.
At London printed by R. B.