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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Choyce Drollery: Songs and Sonnets - Being A Collection of Divers Excellent Pieces of Poetry, - of Several Eminent Authors. - -Author: Various - -Editor: J. Woodfall Ebsworth - -Release Date: October 8, 2019 [EBook #60454] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHOYCE DROLLERY: SONGS AND SONNETS *** - - - - -Produced by Chris Curnow and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> - -<p class="titlepage larger">Choyce Drollery.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;" id="frontispiece"> -<img src="images/frontispiece.jpg" width="550" height="700" alt="" /> -<p class="caption"><i>1661. <a href="#Page_107">Vide p. 107.</a></i></p> -<p class="caption"><i>J. W. Ebsworth sc. 1876</i></p> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> - -<p class="titlepage larger">Choyce<br /> -<span class="red larger">DROLLERY:</span><br /> -SONGS & SONNETS.</p> - -<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">BEING</span><br /> -<span class="larger"><i>A Collection of Divers Excellent<br /> -Pieces of Poetry</i>,</span><br /> -OF SEVERAL EMINENT AUTHORS.</p> - -<p class="titlepage"><i>Now First Reprinted from the Edition of 1656.</i></p> - -<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">TO WHICH ARE ADDED THE EXTRA SONGS OF</span><br /> -MERRY DROLLERY, 1661,<br /> -<span class="smaller">AND AN</span><br /> -<span class="red">ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY, 1661:</span><br /> -<span class="smaller">EDITED,</span><br /> -<i>With Special Introductions, and Appendices of Notes,<br /> -Illustrations, Emendations of Text, &c.</i>,<br /> -<span class="smcap">By J. Woodfall Ebsworth, M.A., Cantab.</span></p> - -<p class="titlepage">BOSTON, LINCOLNSHIRE:<br /> -Printed by <span class="red"><i>Robert Roberts</i>,</span> Strait Bar-Gate.<br /> -<span class="smaller">M,DCCCLXXVI.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> - -<p class="dedication" id="DEDICATION">TO THOSE<br /> -<span class="larger">STUDENTS OF ART,</span><br /> -AMONG WHOM HE FOUND<br /> -<span class="gothic larger">Friendship and Enthusiasm;</span><br /> -BEFORE HE LEFT THEM,<br /> -<span class="smcap larger">Winners of Unsullied Fame</span>,<br /> -AND SOUGHT IN A QUIET NOOK<br /> -<span class="smcap larger">Content, instead of Renown</span>:<br /> -THESE<br /> -<span class="larger">“DROLLERIES OF THE RESTORATION”</span><br /> -ARE BY THE EDITOR<br /> -<span class="larger">DEDICATED.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> - -<table summary="Contents" class="contents"> - <tr> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg smaller">PAGE</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>DEDICATION</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#DEDICATION">v</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>PRELUDE</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#PRELUDE">ix</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>INTRODUCTION TO “CHOICE DROLLERY, 1656”</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#INTRODUCTION">xi</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">§ 1. HOW CHOICE DROLLERY WAS INHIBITED</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#INTRODUCTION_1">xi</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub2">2. THE TWO COURTS IN 1656</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#INTRODUCTION_2">xix</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub2">3. SONGS OF LOVE AND WAR</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#INTRODUCTION_3">xxvi</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub2">4. CONCLUSION: THE PASTORALS</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#INTRODUCTION_4">xxxiii</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>ORIGINAL “ADDRESS TO THE READER,” 1856</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“CHOYCE DROLLERY,” 1656</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#CHOYCE_DROLLERY">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>TABLE OF FIRST LINES TO DITTO</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#TABLE_OF_FIRST_LINES">101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>INTRODUCTION TO “ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY,” 1661</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">§ 1. REPRINT OF “ANTIDOTE”</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ANTIDOTE_REPRINT">105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub2">2. INGREDIENTS OF “AN ANTIDOTE”</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ANTIDOTE_INGREDIENTS">108</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>ORIGINAL ADDRESS “TO THE READER,” 1661</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ORIGINAL_ADDRESS">111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="ditto">”</span> CONTENTS (ENLARGED)</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ORIGINAL_CONTENTS">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span>“ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY,” 1661</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ANTIDOTE">113</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>EDITORIAL POSTSCRIPT TO DITTO: § 1. ON THE “AUTHOR” OF THE ANTIDOTE. 2. ARTHUR O’BRADLEY</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ANTIDOTE_POSTSCRIPT">161</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“WESTMINSTER DROLLERIES,” EDITION 1674: EXTRA SONGS</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#DROLLERIES_EXTRA">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“MERRY DROLLERY,” 1661:</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">PART 1. EXTRA SONGS</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#MERRY_DROLLERY_EXTRA_I">195</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1"><span class="ditto">”</span> 2. DITTO</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#MERRY_DROLLERY_EXTRA_II">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>APPENDIX OF NOTES, &c., ARRANGED IN FOUR PARTS:</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">1. “CHOICE DROLLERY”</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_1">259</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">2. “ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY”</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_2">305</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">3. “WESTMINSTER DROLLERY,” 1671-4</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_3">333</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub1">4. § 1. “MERRY DROLLERY,” 1661</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_4_1">345</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub3">2. ADDITIONAL NOTES TO “M. D.,” 1670</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_4_2">371</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub3">3. SESSIONS OF POETS</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_4_3">405</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="sub3">4. TABLES OF FIRST LINES</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#APPENDIX_4_4">411</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>FINALE</td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#FINALE">423</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="PRELUDE">PRELUDE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Not dim and shadowy, like a world of dreams,</div> -<div class="verse">We summon back the past Cromwellian time,</div> -<div class="verse">Raised from the dead by invocative rhyme,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Albeit this no Booke of Magick seems:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Now,—while few questions of the fleeting hour</div> -<div class="verse">Cease to perplex, or task th’ unwilling mind,—</div> -<div class="verse">Lest party-strife our better-Reason blind</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the dread evils waiting still on Power.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">We see Old England torn by civil wars,</div> -<div class="verse">Oppress’d by gloomy zealots—men whose chain</div> -<div class="verse">More galled because of Regicidal stain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hiding from view all honourable scars:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">We see how those who raved for Liberty,</div> -<div class="verse">Claiming the Law’s protection ’gainst the King,</div> -<div class="verse">Trampled themselves on Law, and strove to bring</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On their own nation tenfold Slavery.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">So that with iron hand, with eagle eye,</div> -<div class="verse">Stout Oliver Protector scarce could keep</div> -<div class="verse">The troubled land in awe; while mutterings deep</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Threatened to swell the later rallying cry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Well had he probed the hollow friends who stood</div> -<div class="verse">Distrustful of him, though their tongues spoke praise;</div> -<div class="verse">Well read their fears, that interposed delays</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To rob him of his meed for toil and blood.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">A few brief years of such uneasy strife,</div> -<div class="verse">While foreign shores and ocean own his sway;</div> -<div class="verse">Then fades the lonely Conqueror away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Amid success, weary betimes of life.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">So passing, kingly in his soul, uncrown’d,</div> -<div class="verse">With dark forebodings of th’ approaching storm,</div> -<div class="verse">He leaves the spoil at mercy of the swarm</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of beasts unclean and vultures gathering round.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">For soon from grasp of Richard Cromwell slips</div> -<div class="verse">Semblance of power he ne’er had strength to hold;</div> -<div class="verse">And wolves each other tear, who tore the fold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While lurid twilight mocks the State’s eclipse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Then, from divided counsels, bitter snarls,</div> -<div class="verse">Deceit and broken fealty, selfish aim—</div> -<div class="verse">Where promptitude and courage win the game,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Self-scattered fall they; and up mounts</div> -<div class="verse indent13">KING CHARLES.</div> -</div> -<p class="right">J. W. E.</p> -<p><i>June 1st, 1876.</i></p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="INTRODUCTION"><span class="smaller">EDITORIAL</span><br /> -INTRODUCTION<br /> -<span class="smaller">TO</span><br /> -CHOICE DROLLERY:<br /> -<span class="smaller">1656.</span></h2> - -<div class="smaller"> - -<p><i>Charles.</i>—“They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and -a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old -Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock -to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the -golden world.”</p> - -<p class="right">(<i>As You Like It</i>, Act i. sc. 1.)</p> - -</div> - -<h3 id="INTRODUCTION_1">§ 1. <i>CHOYCE DROLLERY <span class="smcap">Inhibited</span>.</i></h3> - -<div> -<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-w.jpg" width="250" height="250" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="dropcap">We may be sure the memory -of many a Cavalier went -back to that sweetest of -all Pastorals, Shakespeare’s -Comedy of “As You Like -It,” while he clutched to -his breast the precious little -volume of <i>Choyce Drollery, -Songs and Sonnets</i>, which -was newly published in the year 1656. He sought -a covert amid the yellowing fronds of fern, in some -old park that had not yet been wholly confiscated -by the usurping Commonwealth; where, under the -broad shadow of a beech-tree, with the squirrel<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span> -watching him curiously from above, and timid -fawns sniffing at him suspiciously a few yards distant, -he might again yield himself to the enjoyment of -reading “heroick Drayton’s” <i>Dowsabell</i>, the love-tale -beginning with the magic words “Farre in the Forest -of Arden”—an invocative name which summoned to -his view the Rosalind whose praise was carved on -many a tree. He also, be it remembered, had “a -banished Lord;” even then remote from his native -Court, associating with “co-mates and brothers in -exile”—somewhat different in mood from Amiens or -the melancholy Jacques; and, alas! not devoid of -feminine companions. Enough resemblance was in -the situation for a fanciful enthusiasm to lend enchantment -to the name of Arden (<a href="#Page_73">p. 73</a>), and recall -scenes of shepherd-life with Celia, the songs that -echoed “Under the greenwood-tree;” without needing -the additional spell of seeing “Ingenious Shakespeare” -mentioned among “the Time-Poets” on the -fifth page of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>.</p> - -<p>Not easily was the book obtained; every copy at -that time being hunted after, and destroyed when -found, by ruthless minions of the Commonwealth. -A Parliamentary injunction had been passed against -it. Commands were given for it to be burnt by the -hangman. Few copies escaped, when spies and informers -were numerous, and fines were levied upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span> -those who had secreted it. Greedy eyes, active fingers, -were after the <i>Choyce Drollery</i>. Any fortunate -possessor, even in those early days, knew well that he -grasped a treasure which few persons save himself -could boast. Therefore it is not strange, two hundred -and twenty years having rolled away since then, that -the book has grown to be among the rarest of the -<i>Drolleries</i>. Probably not six perfect copies remain in -the world. The British Museum holds not one. We -congratulate ourselves on restoring it now to students, -for many parts of it possess historical value, besides -poetic grace; and the whole work forms an interesting -relic of those troubled times.</p> - -<p>Unlike our other <i>Drolleries</i>, reproduced <i>verbatim et -literatim</i> in this series, we here find little describing -the last days of Cromwell and the Commonwealth; -except one graphic picture of a despoiled West-Countryman -(<a href="#Page_57">p. 57</a>), complaining against both -Roundheads and “Cabbaleroes.” The poems were -not only composed before hopes revived of speedy -Restoration for the fugitive from Worcester-fight and -Boscobel; they were, in great part, written before the -Civil Wars began. Few of them, perhaps, were previously -in print (the title-page asserts that <i>none</i> had -been so, but we know this to be false). Publishers -made such statements audaciously, then as now, and -forced truth to limp behind them without chance of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span> -overtaking. By far the greater number belonged to -an early date in the reign of the murdered King, -chiefly about the year 1637; two, at the least, were -written in the time of James I. (viz., <a href="#Page_40">p. 40</a>, a contemporary -poem on the Gunpowder Plot of 1605; -and, <a href="#Page_10">p. 10</a>, the Ballad on King James I.), if not -also the still earlier one, on the Defeat of the Scots at -Muscleborough Field; which is probably corrupted -from an original so remote as the reign of Edward VI. -“Dowsabell” was certainly among the <i>Pastorals</i> of -1593, and “Down lay the Shepherd’s swain” (<a href="#Page_65">p. 65</a>) -bears token of belonging to an age when the Virgin -Queen held sway. These facts guide to an understanding -of the charm held by <i>Choyce Drollery</i> for -adherents of the Monarchy; and of its obnoxiousness -in the sight of the Parliament that had slain their -King. It was not because of any exceptional immorality -in this <i>Choyce Drollery</i> that it became denounced; -although such might be declared in proclamations. -Other books of the same year offended -worse against morals: for example, the earliest -edition known to us of <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, with the -extremely “free” <i>facetiæ</i> of <i>Sportive Wit, or Lusty -Drollery</i> (both works issued in 1656), held infinitely -more to shock proprieties and call for repression. -The <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i> of Sir J[ohn] M[ennis] and -Dr. J[ames] S[mith], in the same year, 1656, cannot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span> -be held blameless. Yet the hatred shewn towards -<i>Choyce Drollery</i> far exceeded all the rancour against -these bolder sinners, or the previous year’s delightful -miscellany of merriment and true poetry, the <i>Wit’s -Interpreter</i> of industrious J[ohn] C[otgrave]; to -whom, despite multitudinous typographical errors, we -owe thanks, both for <i>Wit’s Interpreter</i> and for the -wilderness of dramatic beauties, his <i>Wit’s Treasury</i>: -bearing the same date of 1655.</p> - -<p>It was not because of sins against taste and public -or private morals, (although, we admit, it has some few -of these, sufficient to afford a pretext for persecutors, -who would have been equally bitter had it possessed -virginal purity:) but in consequence of other and more -dangerous ingredients, that <i>Choyce Drollery</i> aroused -such a storm. Not disgust, but fear of its influence -in reviving loyalty, prompted the order of its extermination. -Readers at this later day, might easily fail to -notice all that stirred the loyal sentiments of chivalric -devotion, and consequently made the fierce Fifth-Monarchy -men hate the small volume worse than the -<i>Apocrypha</i> or <i>Ikon Basilike</i>. Herein was to be found the -clever “Jack of Lent’s” account of loyal preparations -made in London to receive the newly-wedded Queen, -Henrietta Maria, when she came from France, in -1625, escorted by the Duke of Buckingham, who -compromised her sister by his rash attentions: Buckingham,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span> -whom King Charles loved so well that the -favouritism shook his throne, even after Felton’s -dagger in 1628 had rid the land of the despotic courtier. -Here, also, a more grievous offence to the -Regicides, was still recorded in austere grandeur of -verse, from no common hireling pen, but of some -scholar like unto Henry King, of Chichester, the loyal -“New-Year’s Wish” (<a href="#Page_48">p. 48</a>) presented to King -Charles at the beginning of 1638, when the North -was already in rebellion: wherein men read, what at -that time had not been deemed profanity or blasphemy, -the praise and faithful service of some hearts -who held their monarch only second to their Saviour. -Referring to their hope that the personal approach of -the King might cure the evils of the disturbed realm, -it is written:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“You, like our sacred and indulgent Lord,</div> -<div class="verse">When the too-stout Apostle drew his sword,</div> -<div class="verse">When he mistooke some secrets of the cause,</div> -<div class="verse">And in his furious zeale disdained the Lawes,</div> -<div class="verse">Forgetting true Religion doth lye</div> -<div class="verse">On prayers, not swords against authority:</div> -<div class="verse">You, like our substitute of horrid fate,</div> -<div class="verse">That are next Him we most should imitate,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall like to Him rebuke with wiser breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Such furious zeale, but not reveng’d with death.</div> -<div class="verse">Like him, the wound that’s giv’n you strait shall heal</div> -<div class="verse">Then calm by precept such mistaking zeal.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span></p> - -<p>Here was a sincere, unflinching recognition of Divine -Right, such as the faction in power could not possibly -abide. Even the culpable weakness and ingratitude -of Charles, in abandoning Strafford, Laud, and other -champions to their unscrupulous destroyers, had not -made true-hearted Cavaliers falter in their faith to -him. As the best of moralists declares:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent8">“Love is not love</div> -<div class="verse">Which alters when it alteration finds,</div> -<div class="verse">Or bends with the remover to remove.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>These loyal sentiments being embodied in print -within our <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, suitable to sustain the -fealty of the defeated Cavaliers to the successor of the -“Royal Martyr,” it was evident that the Restoration -must be merely a question of time. “If it be now, -’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; -if it be not now, <i>yet it will come: the readiness is all</i>!”</p> - -<p>To more than one of those who had sat in the ill-constituted -and miscalled High Court of Justice, -during the closing days of 1648-9, there must have -been, ever and anon, as the years rolled by, a shuddering -recollection of the words written anew upon -the wall in characters of living fire. They had shown -themselves familiar, in one sense much too familiar, -with the phraseology but not the teaching of Scripture. -To them the <i>Mene, Mene, Tekel Upharsin</i> needed no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</a></span> -Daniel come to judgment for interpretation. The -Banquet was not yet over; the subjugated people, whom -they had seduced from their allegiance by a dream of -winning freedom from exactions, were still sullenly -submissive; the desecrated cups and challices of the -Church they had despoiled, believing it overthrown -for ever, had been, in many cases, melted down for -plunder,—in others, sold as common merchandize: -and yet no thunder heard. But, however defiantly -they might bear themselves, however resolute to crush -down every attempt at revolt against their own authority, -the men in power could not disguise from -one another that there were heavings of the earth on -which they trod, coming from no reverberations of -their footsteps, but telling of hollowness and insecurity -below. They were already suspicious among themselves, -no longer hiding personal spites and jealousies, -the separate ambition of uncongenial factions, which -had only united for a season against the monarchy -and hierarchy, but now began to fall asunder, mutually -envenomed and intolerant. Presbyterian, Independent, -and Nondescript-Enthusiast, while combined -together of late, had been acknowledged as a power -invincible, a Three-fold Cord that bound the helpless -Victim to an already bloody altar. The strands of it -were now unwinding, and there scarcely needed much -prophetic wisdom to discern that one by one they -could soon be broken.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[xix]</a></span></p> - -<p>To us, from these considerations, there is intense -attraction in the <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, since it so narrowly -escaped from flames to which it had been judicially -condemned.</p> - -<h3 id="INTRODUCTION_2">§ 2.—<span class="smcap">The Two Courts, in 1656.</span></h3> - -<p>At this date many a banished or self-exiled Royalist, -dwelling in the Low Countries, but whose heart remained -in England, drew a melancholy contrast between -the remembered past of Whitehall and the -gloomy present. With honest Touchstone, he could -say, “Now am I in Arden! the more fool I. When I -was at home I was in a better place; but travellers -must be content.”</p> - -<p>Meanwhile, in the beloved Warwickshire glades, -herds of swine were routing noisily for acorns, dropped -amid withered leaves under branches of the Royal -Oaks. They were watched by boys, whose chins -would not be past the first callow down of promissory -beards when Restoration-day should come with shouts -of welcome throughout the land.</p> - -<p>In 1656 our Charles Stuart was at Bruges, now -and then making a visit to Cologne, often getting into -difficulties through the misconduct of his unruly followers, -and already quite enslaved by Dalilahs, syrens -against whom his own shrewd sense was powerless to -defend him. For amusement he read his favourite<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[xx]</a></span> -French or Italian authors, not seldom took long walks, -and indulged himself in field sports:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>A merry monarch, scandalous and poor</i>.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>For he was only scantily supplied with money, which -chiefly came from France, but if he had possessed the -purse of Fortunatus it could barely have sufficed to -meet demands from those who lived upon him. A -year before, the Lady Byron had been spoken of as -being his seventeenth Mistress abroad, and there was -no deficiency of candidates for any vacant place within -his heart. Sooth to say, the place was never vacant, -for it yielded at all times unlimited accommodation -to every beauty. Music and dances absorbed much -of his attention. So long as the faces around him -showed signs of happiness, he did not seriously afflict -himself because he was in exile, and a little out at -elbows.</p> - -<p>Such was the “Banished Duke” in his Belgian -Court; poor substitute for the Forest of Ardennes, -not far distant. By all accounts, he felt “the penalty -of Adam, the season’s difference,” and in no way -relished the discomfort. He did not smile and say,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“This is no flattery: these are counsellors</div> -<div class="verse">That feelingly persuade me what I am.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">For, in truth, he much preferred avoiding such counsel,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[xxi]</a></span> -and relished flattery too well to part with it on -cheap terms. He never considered the “rural life -more sweet than that of painted pomp,” and, if all -tales of Cromwell’s machinations be held true, Charles -by no means found the home of exile “more free -from peril than the envious court.” On the other -hand, his own proclamation, dated 3rd May, 1654, -offering an annuity of five hundred pounds, a -Colonelcy and Knighthood, to any person who should -destroy the Usurper (“a certain mechanic fellow, by -name Oliver Cromwell!”), took from him all moral -right of complaint against reprisals: unless, as we -half-believe, this proclamation were one of the many -forgeries. As to any sweetness in “the uses of -Adversity,” Charles might have pleaded, with a laugh, -that he had known sufficient of them already to be -cloyed with it.</p> - -<p>The men around him were of similar opinion. A -few, indeed, like Cowley and Crashaw, were loyal -hearts, whose devotion was best shown in times of -difficulty. Not many proved of such sound metal, -but there lived some “faithful found among the faithless”; -and</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent5">“He that can endure</div> -<div class="verse">To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,</div> -<div class="verse">Does conquer him that did his master conquer,</div> -<div class="verse">And earns a place in the story.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[xxii]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">The Ladies of the party scarcely cared for anything -beyond self-adornment, rivalry, languid day-dreams of -future greatness, and the encouragement of gallantry.</p> - -<p>There was not one among them who for a moment -can bear comparison with the Protector’s daughter, -Elizabeth Claypole—perhaps the loveliest female -character of all recorded in those years. Everything -concerning her speaks in praise. She was the good -angel of the house. Her father loved her, with something -approaching reverence, and feared to forfeit -her conscientious approval more than the support of -his companions in arms. In worship she shrank from -the profane familiarity of the Sectaries, and devotedly -held by the Church of England. She is recorded -to have always used her powerful influence in behalf -of the defeated Cavaliers, to obtain mercy and forbearance. -Her name was whispered, with blessing -implored upon it, in the prayers of many whom she -alone had saved from death.<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> No personal ambition, -no foolish pride and ostentation marked her short -career. The searching glare of Court publicity could -betray no flaw in her conduct or disposition; for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[xxiii]</a></span> -heart was sound within, her religion was devoid of all -hypocrisy. Her Christian purity was too clearly stainless -for detraction to dare raise one murmur. She is -said to have warmly pleaded in behalf of Doctor -Hewit, who died upon the scaffold with his Royalist -companion, Sir Harry Slingsby, the 8th of June, 1658 -(although she rejoiced in the defeat of their plot, as -her extant letter proves). Cromwell resisted her -solicitations, urged to obduracy by his more ruthless -Ironsides, who called for terror to be stricken into -the minds of all reactionists by wholesale slaughter of -conspirators. Soon after this she faded. It was -currently reported and believed that on her death-bed, -amid the agonies and fever-fits, she bemoaned the -blood that had been shed, and spoke reproaches to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[xxiv]</a></span> -the father whom she loved, so that his conscience -smote him, and the remembrance stayed with him for -ever.<a name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> She was only twenty-nine when at Hampton -Court she died, on the 6th of August, 1658. Less -than a month afterwards stout Oliver’s heart broke. -Something had gone from him, which no amount of -power and authority could counter-balance. He was -not a man to breathe his deeper sorrows into the ear -of those political adventurers or sanctified enthusiasts -whose glib tongues could rattle off the words of consolation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[xxv]</a></span> -While she was slowly dying he had still -tried to grapple with his serious duties, as though -undisturbed. Her prayers and her remonstrances had -been powerless of late to make him swerve. But -now, when she was gone, the hollow mockery of what -power remained stood revealed to him plainly; and -the Rest that was so near is not unlikely to have been -the boon he most desired. It came to him upon his -fatal day, his anniversary of still recurring success and -happy fortune; came, as is well known, on September -3rd, 1658. The Destinies had nothing better left to -give him, so they brought him death. What could be -more welcome? Very few of these who reach the -summit of ambition, as of those other who most -lamentably failed, and became bankrupt of every -hope, can feel much sadness when the messenger is -seen who comes to lead them hence,—from a world -wherein the jugglers’ tricks have all grown wearisome, -and where the tawdry pomp or glare cannot disguise -the sadness of Life’s masquerade.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Naught’s had—all’s spent,</div> -<div class="verse">When our desire is got without content:</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis safer to be that which we destroy,</div> -<div class="verse">Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[xxvi]</a></span></p> - -<h3 id="INTRODUCTION_3">§ 3.—<span class="smcap">Songs of Love and War.</span></h3> - -<p>It was still 1656, of which we write (the year of -<i>Choyce Drollery</i> and <i>Parnassus Biceps</i>, of <i>Wit and -Drollery</i> and of <i>Sportive Wit</i>); not 1658: but -shadows of the coming end were to be seen. Already -it was evident that Cromwell sate not firmly on the -throne, uncrowned, indeed, but holding power of -sovereignty. His health was no longer what it had -been of old. The iron constitution was breaking up. -Yet was he only nine months older than the century. -In September his new Parliament met; if it can be -called a Parliament in any sense, restricted and coerced -alike from a free choice and from free speech, -pledged beforehand to be servile to him, and holding -a brief tenure of mock authority under his favour. -They might declare his person sacred, and prohibit -mention of Charles Stuart, whose regal title they -denounced. But few cared what was said or done by -such a knot of praters. More important was the -renewed quarrel with Spain; and all parties rejoiced -when gallant Blake and Montague fell in with eight -Spanish ships off Cadiz, captured two of them and -stranded others. There had been no love for that -rival fleet since the Invincible Armada made its boast -in 1588; but what had happened in “Bloody Mary’s” -reign, after her union with Philip, and the later cruelties -wrought under Alva against the patriots of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[xxvii]</a></span> -Netherlands, increased the national hatred. We see -one trace of this renewed desire for naval warfare in -the appearance of the Armada Ballad, “In eighty-eight -ere I was born,” on <a href="#Page_38">page 38</a> of our <i>Choyce -Drollery</i>: the earliest copy of it we have met in print. -Some supposed connection of Spanish priestcraft -with the Gunpowder Plot of 1605 (Guido Faux and -several of the Jesuits being so accredited from the -Low Country wars), may have caused the early poem -on this subject to be placed immediately following.</p> - -<p>But the chief interest of the book, for its admirers, -lay not in temporary allusions to the current politics -and gossip. Furnishing these were numerous pamphlets, -more or less venomous, circulating stealthily, -despite all watchfulness and penalties. Next year, -1657, “Killing no Murder” would come down, as if -showered from the skies; but although hundreds -wished that somebody else might act on the suggestions, -already urged before this seditious tract -appeared, not one volunteer felt called upon to immolate -himself to certain death on the instant by -standing forward as the required assassin. Cautious -thinkers held it better to bide their time, and await -the natural progress of events, allowing all the enemies -of Charles and Monarchy to quarrel and consume -each other. Probably the bulk of country farmers -and their labourers cared not one jot how things fell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[xxviii]</a></span> -out, so long as they were left without exorbitant -oppression; always excepting those who dwelt where -recently the hoof of war-horse trod, and whose fields -and villages bore still the trace of havoc. Otherwise, -the interference with the Maypole dance, and such -innocent rural sports, by the grim enemies to social -revelry, was felt to be a heavier sorrow than the -slaughter of their King.<a name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> So long as wares were sold, -and profits gained, Town-traders held few sentiments -of favour towards either camp. It was (owing to the -parsimony of Parliament, and his continual need of -supplies to be obtained without their sanction,) the -frequency of his exactions, the ship-money, the forced -loans, and the uncertainty of ever gaining a repayment, -which had turned many hearts against King -Charles I., in his long years of difficulty, before -shouts arose of “Privilege.” But for the cost of -wasteful revels at Court, with gifts to favourites, the -expense of foreign or domestic wars, there would -have been no popular complaint against tyranny. -Citizens care little about questions of Divine Right -and Supremacy, <i>pro</i> or <i>con</i>, so long as they are left<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxix" id="Page_xxix">[xxix]</a></span> -unfettered from growing rich, and are not called on -to disgorge the wealth they swallowed ravenously, -perhaps also dishonestly. Some remembrance of this -fact possessed the Cavaliers, even before George -Monk came to burst the city gates and chains. The -Restoration confirmed the same opinion, and the -later comedies spoke manifold contempt against time-serving -traders; who cheated gallant men of money -and land, but in requital were treated like Acteon.</p> - -<p>Although, in 1656, disquiet was general, amid -contemporary records we may seek far before we -meet a franker and more manly statement of the -honest Englishman’s opinion, despising every phase -of trickery in word, deed, or visage, than the poem -found in <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, <a href="#Page_85">p. 85</a>,—“The Doctor’s -Touchstone.” There were, doubtless, many whose -creed it stated rightly. A nation that could feel thus, -would not long delay to pluck the mask from sanctimonious -hypocrites, and drag “The Gang” from out -their saddle.</p> - -<p>Here, too, are the love-songs of a race of Poets -who had known the glories of Whitehall before its -desecration. Here are the courtly praises of such -beauties as the Lady Elizabeth Dormer, 1st Countess -of Carnarvon, who, while she held her infant in her -arms, in 1642, was no less fascinating than she had -been in her virgin bloom. The airy trifling, dallying<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxx" id="Page_xxx">[xxx]</a></span> -with conceits in verse, that spoke of a refinement and -graceful idlesse more than passionate warmth, gave us -these relics of such men as Thomas Carew, who died -in 1638, before the Court dissolved into a Camp. -Some of them recal the strains of dramatists, whose -only actresses had been Ladies of high birth, condescending -to adorn the Masques in palaces, winning -applause from royal hands and voices. These, moreover, -were “Songs and Sonnets” which the best musicians -had laboured skilfully to clothe anew with -melody: Poems already breathing their own music, -as they do still, when lutes and virginals are broken, -and the composer’s score has long been turned into -gun-wadding.</p> - -<p>What sweetness and true pathos are found among -them, readers can study once more. The opening -poem, by Davenant, is especially beautiful, where a -Lover comforts himself with a thought of dying in -his Lady’s presence, and being mourned thereafter by -her, so that she shall deck his grave with tears, and, -loving it, must come and join him there:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Yet we hereafter shall be found</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By Destiny’s right placing,</div> -<div class="verse">Making, like Flowers, Love under ground,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose roots are still embracing.”<a name="FNanchor_4" id="FNanchor_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxi" id="Page_xxxi">[xxxi]</a></span></p> - -<p>Seeing, alongside of these tender pleadings from the -worshipper of Beauty, some few pieces where the -taint of foulness now awakens our disgust, we might -feel wonder at the contrast in the same volume, and -the taste of the original collector, were not such feeling -of wonder long ago exhausted. Queen Elizabeth -sate out the performance of <i>Love’s Labour’s Lost</i> -(if tradition is to be believed), and was not shocked -at some free expressions in that otherwise delightful -play;—words and inuendoes, let us own, which were -a little unsuited to a Virgin Queen. Again, if another -tradition be trustworthy, she herself commissioned the -comedy of <i>Merry Wives of Windsor</i> to be written -and acted, in order that she might see Falstaffe in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxii" id="Page_xxxii">[xxxii]</a></span> -love: but after that Eastcheap Boar’s-Head Tavern -scene, with rollicking Doll Tear-sheet, in the Second -Part of <i>Henry IV.</i>, surely her sedate Majesty might -have been prepared to look for something very different -from the proprieties of “Religious Courtship” -or the refinements of Platonic affection in the Knight, -who, having “more flesh than other men,” pleads this -as an excuse for his also having more frailty.</p> - -<p>Suppose we own at once, that there is a great deal -of falsehood and mock-modesty in the talk which ever -anon meets us, the Puritanical squeamishness of each -extremely moral (undetected) Tartuffe, acting as -Aristarchus; who cannot, one might think, be quite -ignorant of what is current in the newspaper-literature -of our own time.<a name="FNanchor_5" id="FNanchor_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> The fact is this, people now-a-days -keep their dishes of spiced meat and their Barmecide -show-fasts separate. They sip the limpid -spring before company, and keep hidden behind a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxiii" id="Page_xxxiii">[xxxiii]</a></span> -curtain the forbidden wine of Xeres, quietly iced, for -private drinking. Our ancestors took a taste of both -together, and without blushing. Their cup of nectar -had some “allaying Tyber” to abate “the thirst complaint.” -They did not label their books “Moral and -Theological, for the public Ken,” or “Vice, <i>sub rosa</i>, -for our locked-cabinet!” <i>Parlons d’autres choses, -Messieurs, s’il vous plâit.</i></p> - -<h3 id="INTRODUCTION_4">§ 4.—<span class="smcap">On the Pastorals.</span></h3> - -<p>There were good reasons for Court and country -being associated ideas, if only in contrast. Thus -Touchstone states, when drolling with Colin, as to a -Pastoral employment:—“Truly, shepherd in respect -of itself it is a good life; but in respect it is not in the -Court, it is tedious.” The large proportion of pastoral -songs and poems in <i>Choyce Drollery</i> is one other -noticeable characteristic. Even as Utopian schemes, -with dreams of an unrealized Republic where laws may -be equally administered, and cultivation given to all -highest arts or sciences, are found to be most popular -in times of discontent and tyranny, when no encouragement<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxiv" id="Page_xxxiv">[xxxiv]</a></span> -for hope appears in what the acting -government is doing; even so, amid luxurious times, -with artificial tastes predominant, there is always a -tendency to dream of pastoral simplicity, and to sing -or paint the joys of rural life. In the voluptuous -languor of Miladi’s own <i>boudoir</i>, amid scented fumes -of pastiles and flowers, hung round with curtains -brought from Eastern palaces, Watteau, Greuze, -Boucher, and Bachelier were employed to paint -delicious panels of bare-feeted shepherdesses, herding -their flocks with ribbon-knotted crooks and bursting -bodices; while goatherd-swains, in satin breeches and -rosetted pumps, languish at their side, and tell of -tender passion through a rustic pipe. The contrast -of a wimpling brook, birds twittering on the spray, -and daintiest hint of hay-forks or of reaping-hooks, -enhanced with piquancy, no doubt, the every-day -delights of fashionable wantonness. And as it was -in such later times with courtiers of <i>La belle France</i> -surrounding Louis XV., so in the reign of either -Charles of England—the Revolution Furies crept -nearer unperceived.</p> - -<p>Recurrence to Pastorals in <i>Choyce Drollery</i> is simply -in accordance with a natural tendency of baffled Cavaliers, -to look back again to all that had distinguished -the earlier days of their dead monarch, before Puritanism -had become rampant. Even Milton, in his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxv" id="Page_xxxv">[xxxv]</a></span> -youthful “Lycidas,” 1637, showed love for such -Idyllic transformation of actual life into a Pastoral -Eclogue. (A bitter spring of hatred against the -Church was even then allowed to pollute the clear -rill of Helicon: in him thereafter that Marah never -turned to sweetness.) Some of these Pastorals remain -undiscovered elsewhere. But there can be no -mistaking the impression left upon them by the -opening years of the seventeenth, if not more truly -the close of the sixteenth, century. Dull, plodding -critics have sneered at Pastorals, and wielded their -sledge-hammers against the Dresden-china Shepherdesses, -as though they struck down Dagon from his -pedestal. What then? Are we forbidden to enjoy, -because their taste is not consulted?——</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">“Fools from their folly ’tis hopeless to stay!</div> -<div class="verse">Mules will be mules, by the law of their mulishness;</div> -<div class="verse">Then be advised, and leave fools to their foolishness,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What from an ass can be got but a bray?”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Always will there be some smiling <i>virtuosi</i>, here or -elsewhere, who can prize the unreal toys, and thank -us for retrieving from dusty oblivion a few more of -these early Pastorals. When too discordantly the -factions jar around us, and denounce every one of -moderate opinions or quiet habits, because he is unwilling -to become enslaved as a partisan, and fight -under the banner that he deems disgraced by falsehood<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxvi" id="Page_xxxvi">[xxxvi]</a></span> -and intolerance, despite its ostentatious blazon -of “Liberation” or “Equality,” it is not easy, even -for such as “the melancholy Cowley,” to escape into -his solitude without a slanderous mockery from those -who hunger for division of the spoil. Recluse philosophers -of science or of literature, men like Sir -Thomas Browne, pursue their labour unremittingly, -and keep apart from politics; but even for this abstinence -harsh measure is dealt to them by contemporaries -and posterity whom they labour to enrich. -It is well, no doubt, that we should be convinced -as to which side the truth is on, and fight for that -unto the death. Woe to the recreant who shrinks -from hazarding everything in life, and life itself, defending -what he holds to be the Right. Yet there -are times when, as in 1656, the fight has gone against -our cause, and no further gain seems promised by -waging single-handedly a warfare against the triumphant -multitude. Patience, my child, and wait -the inevitable turn of the already quivering balance!—such -is Wisdom’s counsel. Butler knew the truth -of Cavalier loyalty:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For though out-numbered, overthrown,</div> -<div class="verse">And by the fate of war run down,</div> -<div class="verse">Their Duty never was defeated,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor from their oaths and faith retreated:</div> -<div class="verse">For Loyalty is still the same</div> -<div class="verse">Whether it lose or win the game;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxvii" id="Page_xxxvii">[xxxvii]</a></span> -<div class="verse">True as the dial to the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Although it be not shone upon.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Some partizans may find a paltry pleasure in dealing -stealthy stabs, or buffoons’ sarcasms, against the foes -they could not fairly conquer. Some hold a silent -dignified reserve, and give no sign of what they hope -or fear. But for another, and large class, there will -be solace in the dreams of earlier days, such as the -Poets loved to sing about a Golden Pastoral Age. -Those who best learnt to tell its beauty were men -unto whom Fortune seldom offered gifts, as though it -were she envied them for having better treasure in -their birthright of imagination. The dull, harsh, and -uncongenial time intensified their visions: even as -Hogarth’s “Distressed Poet”—amid the squalour of -his garret, with his gentle uncomplaining wife dunned -for a milk-score—revels in description of Potosi’s -mines, and, while he writes in poverty, can feign himself -possessor of uncounted riches. Such power of -self-forgetfulness was grasped by the “Time-Poets,” -of whom our little book keeps memorable record.</p> - -<p>So be it, Cavaliers of 1656. Though Oliver’s -troopers and a hated Parliament are still in the -ascendant, let your thoughts find repose awhile, your -hopes regain bright colouring, remembering the -plaints of one despairing shepherd, from whom his -<i>Chloris</i> fled; or of that other, “sober and demure,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxviii" id="Page_xxxviii">[xxxviii]</a></span> -whose mistress had herself to blame, through freedoms -being borne too far. We, also, love to seek a refuge -from the exorbitant demands of myriad-handed interference -with Church and State; so we come back -to you, as you sit awhile in peace under the aged -trees, remote from revellers and spies, “Farre in the -Forest of Arden”—O take us thither!—reading of -happy lovers in the pages of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>. Since -their latest words are of our favourite Fletcher, let our -invocation also be from him, in his own melodious -verse:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“How sweet these solitary places are! how wantonly</div> -<div class="verse">The wind blows through the leaves, and courts and plays with ’em!</div> -<div class="verse">Will you sit down, and sleep? The heat invites you.</div> -<div class="verse">Hark, how yon purling stream dances and murmurs;</div> -<div class="verse">The birds sing softly too. Pray take your rest, Sir.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right">J. W. E.</p> - -<p><i>September 2nd, 1875.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<h1>Choyce Drollery:<br /> -<span class="smaller">Songs & Sonnets.</span></h1> - -<hr /> - -<p class="titlepage larger"><i>Choyce</i><br /> -<span class="larger">DROLLERY:</span><br /> -SONGS & SONNETS.</p> - -<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller"><i>BEING</i></span><br /> -A Collection of divers excellent<br /> -pieces of Poetry,<br /> -<span class="smaller"><i>OF</i></span><br /> -Severall eminent Authors.</p> - -<p class="titlepage"><i>Never before printed.</i></p> - -<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 100px;"> -<img src="images/deco-tp.jpg" width="100" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="titlepage"><i>LONDON</i>,<br /> -Printed by <i>J. G.</i> for <i>Robert Pollard</i>, at the<br /> -<i>Ben. Johnson’s</i> head behind the Exchange,<br /> -and <i>John Sweeting</i>, at the<br /> -<i>Angel</i> in Popes-Head Alley.<br /> -1656.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header2.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="ADDRESS">To the READER.</h2> - -<p class="noindent">Courteous Reader,</p> - -<div class="larger"> - -<div> -<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="dropcap"><i>Thy grateful reception -of our first Collection -hath induced us to a -second essay of the same nature; -which, as we are confident, it is -not inferioure to the former in -worth, so we assure our selves, -upon thy already experimented -Candor, that it shall at least equall -it in its fortunate acceptation. -We serve up these Delicates -by frugall Messes, as aiming -at thy Satisfaction, not -Saciety. But our designe being -more upon thy judgement, than -patience, more to delight thee, -to detain thee in the portall -of a tedious, seldome-read -Epistle; we draw this displeasing -Curtain, that intercepts thy -(by this time) gravid, and almost -teeming fancy, and subscribe,</i></p> - -<p class="right"><i>R. P.</i></p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header3.jpg" width="500" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="CHOYCE_DROLLERY"><i>Choice</i><br /> -<span class="larger">DROLLERY:</span><br /> -SONGS<br /> -<span class="smaller"><i>AND</i></span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Sonnets</span>.</h2> - -<h3><i>The broken Heart.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Deare Love let me this evening dye,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh smile not to prevent it,</div> -<div class="verse">But use this opportunity,</div> -<div class="verse">Or we shall both repent it:</div> -<div class="verse">Frown quickly then, and break my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">That so my way of dying</div> -<div class="verse">May, though my life were full of smart,</div> -<div class="verse">Be worth the worlds envying.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">Some striving knowledge to refine,</div> -<div class="verse">Consume themselves with thinking,</div> -<div class="verse">And some who friendship seale in wine</div> -<div class="verse">Are kindly kill’d with drinking:</div> -<div class="verse">And some are rackt on th’ Indian coast,</div> -<div class="verse">Thither by gain invited,</div> -<div class="verse">Some are in smoke of battailes lost,</div> -<div class="verse">Whom Drummes not Lutes delighted.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Alas how poorely these depart,</div> -<div class="verse">Their graves still unattended,</div> -<div class="verse">Who dies not of a broken heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Is not in death commended.</div> -<div class="verse">His memory is ever sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">All praise and pity moving,</div> -<div class="verse">Who kindly at his Mistresse feet</div> -<div class="verse">Doth dye with over-loving.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">And now thou frown’st, and now I dye,</div> -<div class="verse">My corps by Lovers follow’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Which streight shall by dead lovers lye,</div> -<div class="verse">For that ground’s onely hollow’d: <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">hallow’d</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">If Priest take’t ill I have a grave,</div> -<div class="verse">My death not well approving,</div> -<div class="verse">The Poets my estate shall have</div> -<div class="verse">To teach them th’ art of loving.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">And now let Lovers ring their bells,</div> -<div class="verse">For thy poore youth departed;</div> -<div class="verse">Which every Lover els excels,</div> -<div class="verse">That is not broken hearted.</div> -<div class="verse">My grave with flowers let virgins strow,</div> -<div class="verse">For if thy teares fall neare them,</div> -<div class="verse">They’l so excell in scent and shew,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy selfe wilt shortly weare them.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">Such Flowers how much will <i>Flora</i> prise,</div> -<div class="verse">That’s on a Lover growing,</div> -<div class="verse">And watred with his Mistris eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">With pity overflowing?</div> -<div class="verse">A grave so deckt, well, though thou art <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? will</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet fearfull to come nigh me,</div> -<div class="verse">Provoke thee straight to break thy heart,</div> -<div class="verse">And lie down boldly by me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">Then every where shall all bells ring,</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst all to blacknesse turning,</div> -<div class="verse">All torches burn, and all quires sing,</div> -<div class="verse">As Nature’s self were mourning.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet we hereafter shall be found</div> -<div class="verse">By Destiny’s right placing,</div> -<div class="verse">Making like Flowers, Love under ground,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose Roots are still embracing.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Of a Woman that died for love of a Man.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor Love nor Fate dare I accuse,</div> -<div class="verse">Because my Love did me refuse:</div> -<div class="verse">But oh! mine own unworthinesse,</div> -<div class="verse">That durst presume so mickle blisse;</div> -<div class="verse">Too mickle ’twere for me to love</div> -<div class="verse">A thing so like the God above,</div> -<div class="verse">An Angels face, a Saint-like voice,</div> -<div class="verse">Were too divine for humane choyce.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh had I wisely given my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">For to have lov’d him, but in part,</div> -<div class="verse">Save onely to have lov’d his face</div> -<div class="verse">For any one peculiar grace,</div> -<div class="verse">A foot, or leg, or lip, or eye,</div> -<div class="verse">I might have liv’d, where now I dye.</div> -<div class="verse">But I that striv’d all these to chuse,</div> -<div class="verse">Am now condemned all to lose.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You rurall Gods that guard the plains,</div> -<div class="verse">And chast’neth unjust disdains;</div> -<div class="verse">Oh do not censure him for this,</div> -<div class="verse">It was my error, and not his.</div> -<div class="verse">This onely boon of thee I crave,</div> -<div class="verse">To fix these lines upon my grave,</div> -<div class="verse">With <i>Icarus</i> I soare[d] too high,</div> -<div class="verse">For which (alas) I fall and dye.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header4.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3>On the <i>TIME-POETS</i>.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One night the great <i>Apollo</i> pleas’d with <i>Ben</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Made the odde number of the Muses ten;</div> -<div class="verse">The fluent <i>Fletcher</i>, <i>Beaumont</i> rich in sense,</div> -<div class="verse">In Complement and Courtships quintessence;</div> -<div class="verse">Ingenious <i>Shakespeare</i>, <i>Massinger</i> that knowes</div> -<div class="verse">The strength of Plot to write in verse and prose:</div> -<div class="verse">Whose easie Pegassus will amble ore</div> -<div class="verse">Some threescore miles of Fancy in an houre;</div> -<div class="verse">Cloud-grapling <i>Chapman</i>, whose Aerial minde</div> -<div class="verse">Soares at Philosophy, and strikes it blinde;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Danbourn</i> [<i>Dabourn</i>] I had forgot, and let it be,</div> -<div class="verse">He dy’d Amphibion by the Ministry;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Silvester</i>, <i>Bartas</i>, whose translatique part</div> -<div class="verse">Twinn’d, or was elder to our Laureat:</div> -<div class="verse">Divine composing <i>Quarles</i>, whose lines aspire</div> -<div class="verse">The April of all Poesy in May, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Tho. May.</i></span>]</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Who makes our English speak <i>Pharsalia</i>;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Sands</i> metamorphos’d so into another <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Sandys</i></span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">We know not <i>Sands</i> and <i>Ovid</i> from each other;</div> -<div class="verse">He that so well on <i>Scotus</i> play’d the Man,</div> -<div class="verse">The famous <i>Diggs</i>, or <i>Leonard Claudian</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">The pithy <i>Daniel</i>, whose salt lines afford</div> -<div class="verse">A weighty sentence in each little word;</div> -<div class="verse">Heroick <i>Draiton</i>, <i>Withers</i>, smart in Rime,</div> -<div class="verse">The very Poet-Beadles of the Time:</div> -<div class="verse">Panns pastoral <i>Brown</i>, whose infant Muse did squeak</div> -<div class="verse">At eighteen yeares, better than others speak:</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Shirley</i> the morning-child, the Muses bred,</div> -<div class="verse">And sent him born with bayes upon his head:</div> -<div class="verse">Deep in a dump <i>Iohn Ford</i> alone was got</div> -<div class="verse">With folded armes and melancholly hat;</div> -<div class="verse">The squibbing <i>Middleton</i>, and <i>Haywood</i> sage,</div> -<div class="verse">Th’ Apologetick Atlas of the Stage;</div> -<div class="verse">Well of the Golden age he could intreat,</div> -<div class="verse">But little of the Mettal he could get;</div> -<div class="verse">Three-score sweet Babes he fashion’d from the lump,</div> -<div class="verse">For he was Christ’ned in <i>Parnassus</i> pump;</div> -<div class="verse">The Muses Gossip to <i>Aurora’s</i> bed,</div> -<div class="verse">And ever since that time his face was red.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus through the horrour of infernall deeps,</div> -<div class="verse">With equal pace each of them softly creeps,</div> -<div class="verse">And being dark they had <i>Alectors</i> torch, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Alecto’s</i></span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And that made <i>Churchyard</i> follow from his Porch,</div> -<div class="verse">Poor, ragged, torn, & tackt, alack, alack</div> -<div class="verse">You’d think his clothes were pinn’d upon his back.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The whole frame hung with pins, to mend which clothes,</div> -<div class="verse">In mirth they sent him to old Father Prose;</div> -<div class="verse">Of these sad Poets this way ran the stream,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Decker</i> followed after in a dream;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Rounce</i>, <i>Robble</i>, <i>Hobble</i>, he that writ so high big[;]</div> -<div class="verse">Basse for a Ballad, <i>John Shank</i> for a Jig: <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Wm. Basse.</i></span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sent by <i>Ben Jonson</i>, as some Authors say,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Broom</i> went before and kindly swept the way:</div> -<div class="verse">Old <i>Chaucer</i> welcomes them unto the Green,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Spencer</i> brings them to the fairy Queen;</div> -<div class="verse">The finger they present, and she in grace</div> -<div class="verse">Transform’d it to a May-pole, ’bout which trace</div> -<div class="verse">Her skipping servants, that do nightly sing,</div> -<div class="verse">And dance about the same a Fayrie Ring.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The Vow-breaker.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When first the Magick of thine eye</div> -<div class="verse">Usurpt upon my liberty,</div> -<div class="verse">Triumphing in my hearts spoyle, thou</div> -<div class="verse">Didst lock up thine in such a vow:</div> -<div class="verse">When I prove false, may the bright day</div> -<div class="verse">Be govern’d by the Moones pale ray,</div> -<div class="verse">(As I too well remember) this</div> -<div class="verse">Thou saidst, and seald’st it with a kisse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh heavens! and could so soon that tye</div> -<div class="verse">Relent in sad apostacy?</div> -<div class="verse">Could all thy Oaths and mortgag’d trust,</div> -<div class="verse">Banish like Letters form’d in dust, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? vanish</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which the next wind scatters? take heed,</div> -<div class="verse">Take heed Revolter; know this deed</div> -<div class="verse">Hath wrong’d the world, which will fare worse</div> -<div class="verse">By thy example, than thy curse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hide that false brow in mists; thy shame</div> -<div class="verse">Ne’re see light more, but the dimme flame</div> -<div class="verse">Of Funerall-lamps; thus sit and moane,</div> -<div class="verse">And learn to keep thy guilt at home;</div> -<div class="verse">Give it no vent, for if agen</div> -<div class="verse">Thy love or vowes betray more men,</div> -<div class="verse">At length I feare thy perjur’d breath</div> -<div class="verse">Will blow out day, and waken death.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header5.jpg" width="500" height="60" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The Sympathie.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If at this time I am derided,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And you please to laugh at me,</div> -<div class="verse">Know I am not unprovided</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Every way to answer thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Love, or hate, what ere it be,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never Twinns so nearly met</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As thou and I in our affection,</div> -<div class="verse">When thou weepst my eyes are wet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That thou lik’st is my election,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I am in the same subjection.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In one center we are both,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both our lives the same way tending,</div> -<div class="verse">Do thou refuse, and I shall loath,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As thy eyes, so mine are bending,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Either storm or calm portending.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I am carelesse if despised,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For I can contemn again;</div> -<div class="verse">How can I be then surprised,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or with sorrow, or with pain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When I can both love & disdain?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header6.jpg" width="500" height="90" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The Red Head and the White.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Come my White head, let our Muses</div> -<div class="verse">Vent no spleen against abuses,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor scoffe at monstrous signes i’ th’ nose,</div> -<div class="verse">Signes in the Teeth, or in the Toes,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor what now delights us most,</div> -<div class="verse">The sign of signes upon the post.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For other matter we are sped,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And our signe shall be i’ th’ head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2. <span class="sidenote">[White Head’s <span class="smcap">Answer</span>.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Oh! <i>Will: Rufus</i>, who would passe,</div> -<div class="verse">Unlesse he were a captious Asse;</div> -<div class="verse">The Head of all the parts is best,</div> -<div class="verse">And hath more senses then the rest.</div> -<div class="verse">This subject then in our defence</div> -<div class="verse">Will clear our Poem of non-sense.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Besides, you know, what ere we read,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">We use to bring it to a head.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why there’s no other part we can</div> -<div class="verse">Stile Monarch o’re this Isle of man:</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis that that weareth Nature’s crown,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis this doth smile, ’tis this doth frown,</div> -<div class="verse">O what a prize and triumph ’twere,</div> -<div class="verse">To make this King our Subject here:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Believ’t, tis true what we have sed,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In this we hit the naile o’ th’ head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2. <span class="sidenote">[W. H.’s <span class="smcap">Answer</span>.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your nails upon my head Sir, Why?</div> -<div class="verse">How do you thus to villifie</div> -<div class="verse">The King of Parts, ’mongst all the rest,</div> -<div class="verse">Or if no king, methinks at least,</div> -<div class="verse">To mine you should give no offence,</div> -<div class="verse">That weares the badge of Innocence;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Those blowes would far more justly light</div> -<div class="verse indent2">On thy red scull, for mine is white.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Come on yfaith, that was well sed,</div> -<div class="verse">A pretty boy, hold up thy head,</div> -<div class="verse">Or hang it down, and blush apace,</div> -<div class="verse">And make it like mines native grace.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s ne’re a Bung-hole in the town</div> -<div class="verse">But in the working puts thine down,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A byle that’s drawing to a head</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Looks white like thine, but mine is red.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2. <span class="sidenote">[W. H.’s <span class="smcap">Answer.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Poore foole, ’twas shame did first invent</div> -<div class="verse">The colour of thy Ornament,</div> -<div class="verse">And therefore thou art much too blame</div> -<div class="verse">To boast of that which is thy shame;</div> -<div class="verse">The Roman Prince that Poppeys topt,</div> -<div class="verse">Did shew such Red heads should be cropt:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And still the Turks for poyson smite</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Such Ruddy skulls, but mine is white.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">The Indians paint their Devils so,</div> -<div class="verse">And ’tis a hated mark we know,</div> -<div class="verse">For never any aim aright</div> -<div class="verse">That do not strive to hit the white:</div> -<div class="verse">The Eagle threw her shell-fish down,</div> -<div class="verse">To crack in pieces such a crown:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Alas, a stinking onions head</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Is white like thine, but mine is red.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2. <span class="sidenote">[White’s]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Red like to a blood-shot eye,</div> -<div class="verse">Provoking all that see ’t to cry:</div> -<div class="verse">For shame nere vaunt thy colours thus</div> -<div class="verse">Since ’tis an eye-sore unto us;</div> -<div class="verse">Those locks I’d swear, did I not know’t,</div> -<div class="verse">Were threds of some red petticoat;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No Bedlams oaker’d armes afright</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So much as thine, but mine is white.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Now if thou’lt blaze thy armes Ile shew’t,</div> -<div class="verse">My head doth love no petticoat,</div> -<div class="verse">My face on one side is as faire</div> -<div class="verse">As on the other is my haire,</div> -<div class="verse">So that I bear by Herauld’s rules,</div> -<div class="verse">Party per pale Argent and Gules.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then laugh not ’cause my hair is red,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ile swear that mine’s a noble head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1. <span class="sidenote">[2. White Head’s Reply.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Scutcheon of my field doth beare</div> -<div class="verse">One onely field, and that is rare,</div> -<div class="verse">For then methinks that thine should yeild,</div> -<div class="verse">Since mine long since hath won the field;</div> -<div class="verse">Besides, all the notes that be,</div> -<div class="verse">White is the note of Chastity,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So that without all feare or dread,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ile swear that mine’s a maidenhead.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s no Camelion red like me,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor white, perhaps, thou’lt say, like thee;</div> -<div class="verse">Why then that mine is farre above</div> -<div class="verse">Thy haire, by statute I can prove;</div> -<div class="verse">What ever there doth seem divine</div> -<div class="verse">Is added to a Rubrick line,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which whosoever hath but read,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Will grant that mine’s a lawful head.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2. <span class="sidenote">[White Head.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet adde what thou maist, which by yeares,</div> -<div class="verse">Crosses, troubles, cares and feares;</div> -<div class="verse">For that kind nature gave to me</div> -<div class="verse">In youth a white head, as you see,</div> -<div class="verse">At which, though age it selfe repine,</div> -<div class="verse">It ne’re shall change a haire of mine;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And all shall say when I am dead,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I onely had a constant head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Yes faith, in that Ile condescend,</div> -<div class="verse">That our dissention here may end,</div> -<div class="verse">Though heads be alwaies by the eares,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet ours shall be more noble peeres:</div> -<div class="verse">For I avouch since I began,</div> -<div class="verse">Under a colour all was done.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then let us mix the White and Red,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And both shall make a beauteous head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">We mind our heads man all this time[,]</div> -<div class="verse">And beat them both about this rime;</div> -<div class="verse">And I confesse what gave offence</div> -<div class="verse">Was but a haires difference.</div> -<div class="verse">And that went too as I dare sweare</div> -<div class="verse">In both of us against the haire;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then joyntly now for what is said</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Lets crave a pardon from our head.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header7.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>SONNET.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shall I think because some clouds</div> -<div class="verse">The beauty of my Mistris shrouds,</div> -<div class="verse">To look after another Star?</div> -<div class="verse">Those to <i>Cynthia</i> servants are;</div> -<div class="verse">May the stars when I doe sue,</div> -<div class="verse">In their anger shoot me through;</div> -<div class="verse">Shall I shrink at stormes of rain,</div> -<div class="verse">Or be driven back again,</div> -<div class="verse">Or ignoble like a worm,</div> -<div class="verse">Be a slave unto a storm?</div> -<div class="verse">Pity he should ever tast</div> -<div class="verse">The Spring that feareth Winters blast;</div> -<div class="verse">Fortune and Malice then combine,</div> -<div class="verse">Spight of either I am thine;</div> -<div class="verse">And to be sure keep thou my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">And let them wound my worser part,</div> -<div class="verse">Which could they kill, yet should I bee</div> -<div class="verse">Alive again, when pleaseth thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header6.jpg" width="500" height="90" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>On the Flower-de-luce in -<span class="antiqua">Oxford</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Stranger coming to the town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Went to the <i>Flower-de-luce</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">A place that seem’d in outward shew</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For honest men to use;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And finding all things common there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That tended to delight,</div> -<div class="verse">By chance upon the French disease</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was his hap to light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And lest that other men should fare</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As he had done before,</div> -<div class="verse">As he went forth he wrote this down</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon the utmost doore.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All you that hither chance to come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mark well ere you be in,</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Frenchmens</i> arms are signs without</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of <i>Frenchmens</i> harms within.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header8.jpg" width="500" height="60" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>ALDOBRANDINO, a fat Cardinal.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never was humane soule so overgrown,</div> -<div class="verse">With an unreasonable Cargazon</div> -<div class="verse">Of flesh, as <i>Aldobrandine</i>, whom to pack,</div> -<div class="verse">No girdle serv’d lesse than the zodiack:</div> -<div class="verse">So thick a Giant, that he now was come</div> -<div class="verse">To be accounted an eighth hill in <i>Rome</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And as the learn’d <i>Tostatus</i> kept his age,</div> -<div class="verse">Writing for every day he liv’d a page;</div> -<div class="verse">So he no lesse voluminous then that</div> -<div class="verse">Added each day a leaf, but ’twas of fat.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The choicest beauty that had been devis’d</div> -<div class="verse">By Nature, was by her parents sacrific’d</div> -<div class="verse">Up to this Monster, upon whom to try,</div> -<div class="verse">If as increase, he could, too, multiply.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh how I tremble lest the tender maid</div> -<div class="verse">Should dye like a young infant over-laid!</div> -<div class="verse">For when this Chaos would pretend to move</div> -<div class="verse">And arch his back for the strong act of Love,</div> -<div class="verse">He fals as soon orethrown with his own weight,</div> -<div class="verse">And with his ruines doth the Princesse fright.</div> -<div class="verse">She lovely Martyr there lyes stew’d and prest,</div> -<div class="verse">Like flesh under the tarr’d saddle drest,</div> -<div class="verse">And seemes to those that look on them in bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Larded with him, rather than married.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">Oft did he cry, but still in vain[,] to force</div> -<div class="verse">His fatnesse[,] powerfuller then a divorce:</div> -<div class="verse">No herbs, no midwives profit here, nor can</div> -<div class="verse">Of his great belly free the teeming man.</div> -<div class="verse">What though he drink the vinegars most fine,</div> -<div class="verse">They do not wast his fleshy Apennine;</div> -<div class="verse">His paunch like some huge Istmos runs between</div> -<div class="verse">The amarous Seas, and lets them not be seen;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet a new <i>Dedalus</i> invented how</div> -<div class="verse">This Bull with his <i>Pasiphae</i> might plow.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Have you those artificial torments known,</div> -<div class="verse">With which long sunken Galeos are thrown</div> -<div class="verse">Again on Sea, or the dead Galia</div> -<div class="verse">Was rais’d that once behinde St. <i>Peters</i> lay:</div> -<div class="verse">By the same rules he this same engine made,</div> -<div class="verse">With silken cords in nimble pullies laid;</div> -<div class="verse">And when his Genius prompteth his slow part</div> -<div class="verse">To works of Nature, which he helps with Art:</div> -<div class="verse">First he intangles in those woven bands,</div> -<div class="verse">His groveling weight, and ready to commands,</div> -<div class="verse">The sworn Prinadas of his bed, the Aids</div> -<div class="verse">Of Loves Camp, necessary Chambermaids;</div> -<div class="verse">Each runs to her known tackling, hasts to hoyse,</div> -<div class="verse">And in just distance of the urging voyce,</div> -<div class="verse">Exhorts the labour till he smiling rise</div> -<div class="verse">To the beds roof, and wonders how he flies.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thence as the eager Falcon having spy’d</div> -<div class="verse">Fowl at the brook, or by the Rivers side,</div> -<div class="verse">Hangs in the middle Region of the aire,</div> -<div class="verse">So hovers he, and plains above his faire:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">Blest <i>Icarus</i> first melted at those beames,</div> -<div class="verse">That he might after fall into those streames,</div> -<div class="verse">And there allaying his delicious flame,</div> -<div class="verse">In that sweet Ocean propogate his name.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Unable longer to delay, he calls</div> -<div class="verse">To be let down, and in short measure falls</div> -<div class="verse">Toward his Mistresse, that without her smock</div> -<div class="verse">Lies naked as <i>Andromeda</i> at the Rock,</div> -<div class="verse">And through the Skies see her wing’d <i>Perseus</i> strike</div> -<div class="verse">Though for his bulk, more that sea-monster like.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mean time the Nurse, who as the most discreet,</div> -<div class="verse">Stood governing the motions at the feet,</div> -<div class="verse">And ballanc’d his descent, lest that amisse</div> -<div class="verse">He fell too fast, or that way more than this;</div> -<div class="verse">Steeres the Prow of the pensile Gallease,</div> -<div class="verse">Right on Loves Harbour the Nymph lets him pass</div> -<div class="verse">Over the Chains, & ’tween the double Fort</div> -<div class="verse">Of her incastled knees, which guard the Port.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The Burs as she had learnt still diligent,</div> -<div class="verse">Now girt him backwards, now him forwards bent;</div> -<div class="verse">Like those that levell’d in tough Cordage, teach</div> -<div class="verse">The mural Ram, and guide it to the Breach.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header9.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Jack of Lent’s Ballat.</i></h3> - -<p class="center">[On the welcoming of Queen Henrietta Maria, 1625].</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">List you Nobles, and attend,</div> -<div class="verse">For here’s a Ballat newly penn’d</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I took it up in <i>Kent</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">If any ask who made the same,</div> -<div class="verse">To him I say the authors name</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Is honest <i>Jack of Lent</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">But ere I farther passe along,</div> -<div class="verse">Or let you know more of my Song,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I wish the doores were lockt,</div> -<div class="verse">For if there be so base a Groom,</div> -<div class="verse">As one informes me in this room,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">The Fidlers may be knockt.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Tis true, he had, I dare protest,</div> -<div class="verse">No kind of malice in his brest,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">But Knaves are dangerous things;</div> -<div class="verse">And they of late are grown so bold,</div> -<div class="verse">They dare appeare in cloth of Gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Even in the roomes of Kings.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">But hit or misse I will declare</div> -<div class="verse">The speeches at London and elsewhere,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Concerning this design,</div> -<div class="verse">Amongst the Drunkards it is said,</div> -<div class="verse">They hope her dowry shall be paid</div> -<div class="verse indent6">In nought but Clarret wine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">The Country Clowns when they repaire</div> -<div class="verse">Either to Market or to Faire,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">No sooner get their pots,</div> -<div class="verse">But straight they swear the time is come</div> -<div class="verse">That England must be over-run</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Betwixt the French and Scots.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">The Puritans that never fayle</div> -<div class="verse">’Gainst Kings and Magistrates to rayle,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">With impudence aver,</div> -<div class="verse">That verily, and in good sooth,</div> -<div class="verse">Some Antichrist, or pretty youth,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Shall doubtlesse get of her.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">A holy Sister having hemm’d</div> -<div class="verse">And blown her nose, will say she dream’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Or else a Spirit told her,</div> -<div class="verse">That they and all these holy seed,</div> -<div class="verse">To Amsterdam must go to breed,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Ere they were twelve months older.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">And might but <i>Jack Alent</i> advise,</div> -<div class="verse">Those dreams of theirs should not prove lies,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For as he greatly feares,</div> -<div class="verse">They will be prating night and day,</div> -<div class="verse">Till verily, by yea, and nay,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">They set’s together by th’ ears.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">The Romish Catholiques proclaim,</div> -<div class="verse">That <i>Gundemore</i>, though he be lame,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Yet can he do some tricks;</div> -<div class="verse">At <i>Paris</i>, he the King shall show</div> -<div class="verse">A pre-contract made, as I know,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Five hundred twenty six.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">10.</div> -<div class="verse">But sure the State of <i>France</i> is wise,</div> -<div class="verse">And knowes that <i>Spain</i> vents naught but lies,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For such is their Religion;</div> -<div class="verse">The Jesuits can with ease disgorge</div> -<div class="verse">From that their damn’d and hellish forge,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Foule falshood by the Legion.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">11.</div> -<div class="verse">But be it so, we will admit,</div> -<div class="verse">The State of <i>Spain</i> hath no more wit,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Then to invent such tales,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet as great <i>Alexander</i> drew,</div> -<div class="verse">And cut the Gorgon Knot in two,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">So shall the Prince of Wales.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">12.</div> -<div class="verse">The reverend Bishops whisper too,</div> -<div class="verse">That now they shall have much adoe</div> -<div class="verse indent6">With Friers and with Monks,</div> -<div class="verse">And eke their wives do greatly feare</div> -<div class="verse">Those bald pate knaves will mak’t appeare</div> -<div class="verse indent6">They are Canonical punks.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">13.</div> -<div class="verse">At <i>Cambridge</i> and at <i>Oxford</i> eke,</div> -<div class="verse">They of this match like Schollers speak</div> -<div class="verse indent6">By figures and by tropes,</div> -<div class="verse">But as for the Supremacy,</div> -<div class="verse">The Body may King <i>James’s</i> be,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">But sure the Head’s the <i>Pope’s</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">14.</div> -<div class="verse">A Puritan stept up and cries,</div> -<div class="verse">That he the major part denies,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And though he Logick scorns,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet he by revelation knows</div> -<div class="verse">The Pope no part o’ th’ head-piece ows</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Except it be the horns.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">15.</div> -<div class="verse">The learned in Astrologie,</div> -<div class="verse">That wander up and down the sky,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And their discourse with stars, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">there</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Foresee that some of this brave rout</div> -<div class="verse">That now goes faire and soundly out,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Shall back return with scars.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">16.</div> -<div class="verse">Professors of Astronomy,</div> -<div class="verse">That all the world knows, dare not lie</div> -<div class="verse indent6">With the Mathematicians,</div> -<div class="verse">Prognosticate this Somer shall</div> -<div class="verse">Bring with the pox the Devil and all,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">To Surgeons and Physitians.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">17.</div> -<div class="verse">The Civil Lawyer laughs in’s sleeve,</div> -<div class="verse">For he doth verily believe</div> -<div class="verse indent6">That after all these sports,</div> -<div class="verse">The Cit[i]zens will horn and grow,</div> -<div class="verse">And their ill-gotten goods will throw</div> -<div class="verse indent6">About their bawdy Courts.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">18.</div> -<div class="verse">And those that do <i>Apollo</i> court,</div> -<div class="verse">And with the wanton Muses sport,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Believe the time is come,</div> -<div class="verse">That Gallants will themselves addresse</div> -<div class="verse">To Masques & Playes, & Wantonnesse,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">More than to fife and drum.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">19.</div> -<div class="verse">Such as in musique spend their dayes,</div> -<div class="verse">And study Songs and Roundelayes,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Begin to cleare their throats,</div> -<div class="verse">For by some signes they do presage,</div> -<div class="verse">That this will prove a fidling age</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Fit for men of their coats.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">20.</div> -<div class="verse">But leaving Colleges and Schools,</div> -<div class="verse">To all those Clerks and learned Fools,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Lets through the city range,</div> -<div class="verse">For there are Sconces made of Horn,</div> -<div class="verse">Foresee things long ere they be born,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Which you’l perhaps think strange.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">21.</div> -<div class="verse">The Major and Aldermen being met, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Mayor</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And at a Custard closely set</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Each in their rank and order,</div> -<div class="verse">The Major a question doth propound,</div> -<div class="verse">And that unanswer’d must go round,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Till it comes to th’ Recorder.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">22.</div> -<div class="verse">For he’s the Citys Oracle,</div> -<div class="verse">And which you’l think a Miracle,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">He hath their brains in keeping,</div> -<div class="verse">For when a Cause should be decreed,</div> -<div class="verse">He cries the bench are all agreed,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">When most of them are sleeping.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">23.</div> -<div class="verse">A Sheriff at lower end o’ th’ board</div> -<div class="verse">Cries Masters all hear me a word,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">A bolt Ile onely shoot,</div> -<div class="verse">We shall have Executions store</div> -<div class="verse">Against some gallants now gone o’re,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Wherefore good brethren look to’t.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">24.</div> -<div class="verse">The rascall Sergeants fleering stand,</div> -<div class="verse">Wishing their Charter reacht the Strand,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">That they might there intrude;</div> -<div class="verse">But since they are not yet content,</div> -<div class="verse">I wish that it to Tyburn went,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">So they might there conclude.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">25.</div> -<div class="verse">An Alderman both grave and wise</div> -<div class="verse">Cries brethren all let me advise,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Whilst wit is to be had,</div> -<div class="verse">That like good husbands we provide</div> -<div class="verse">Some speeches for the Lady bride,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Before all men go mad.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">26.</div> -<div class="verse">For by my faith if we may guesse</div> -<div class="verse">Of greater mischiefs by the lesse,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I pray let this suffice,</div> -<div class="verse">If we but on men’s backs do look,</div> -<div class="verse">And look into each tradesmans book</div> -<div class="verse indent6">You’l swear few men are wise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">27.</div> -<div class="verse">Some thred-bare Poet we will presse,</div> -<div class="verse">And for that day we will him dresse,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">At least in beaten Sattin,</div> -<div class="verse">And he shall tell her from this bench,</div> -<div class="verse">That though we understand no French,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">At <i>Pauls</i> she may hear Lattin.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">28.</div> -<div class="verse">But on this point they all demurre,</div> -<div class="verse">And each takes counsell of his furre</div> -<div class="verse indent6">That smells of Fox and Cony,</div> -<div class="verse">At last a Mayor in high disdain,</div> -<div class="verse">Swears he much scorns that in his reign</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Wit should be bought for mony.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">29.</div> -<div class="verse">For by this Sack I mean to drink,</div> -<div class="verse">I would not have my Soveraign think</div> -<div class="verse indent6">for twenty thousand Crownes,</div> -<div class="verse">That I his Lord Lieutenant here,</div> -<div class="verse">And you my brethren should appear</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Such errant witlesse Clownes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">30.</div> -<div class="verse">No, no, I have it in my head,</div> -<div class="verse">Devises that shall strike it dead,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And make proud <i>Paris</i> say</div> -<div class="verse">That little <i>London</i> hath a Mayor</div> -<div class="verse">Can entertain their Lady faire,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">As well as ere did they.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">31.</div> -<div class="verse">S. <i>Georges</i> Church shall be the place</div> -<div class="verse">Where first I mean to meet her grace,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And there St. George shall be</div> -<div class="verse">Mounted upon a dapple gray,</div> -<div class="verse">And gaping wide shall seem to say,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Welcome St. <i>Dennis</i> to me.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">32.</div> -<div class="verse">From thence in order two by two</div> -<div class="verse">As we to <i>Pauls</i> are us’d to goe,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">To th’ Bridge we will convey her,</div> -<div class="verse">And there upon the top o’ th’ gate,</div> -<div class="verse">Where now stands many a Rascal’s pate,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I mean to place a player.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">33.</div> -<div class="verse">And to the Princess he shall cry,</div> -<div class="verse">May’t please your Grace, cast up your eye</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And see these heads of Traytors;</div> -<div class="verse">Thus will the city serve all those</div> -<div class="verse">That to your Highnesse shall prove foes,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For they to Knaves are haters.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">34.</div> -<div class="verse">Down Fishstreet hill a Whale shall shoot,</div> -<div class="verse">And meet her at the Bridges foot,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And forth of his mouth so wide a</div> -<div class="verse">Shall <i>Jonas</i> peep, and say, for fish,</div> -<div class="verse">As good as your sweet-heart can wish,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">You shall have hence each Friday.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">35.</div> -<div class="verse">At Grace-church corner there shall stand</div> -<div class="verse">A troop of Graces hand in hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And they to her shall say,</div> -<div class="verse">Your Grace of <i>France</i> is welcome hither,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis merry when Graces meet together,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I pray keep on your way.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">36.</div> -<div class="verse">At the Exchange shall placed be,</div> -<div class="verse">In ugly shapes those sisters three</div> -<div class="verse indent6">That give to each their fate,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Spaine’s Infanta</i> shall stand by</div> -<div class="verse">Wringing their hands, and thus shall cry,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I do repent too late.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">37.</div> -<div class="verse">There we a paire of gloves will give,</div> -<div class="verse">And pray her Highnesse long may live</div> -<div class="verse indent6">On her white hands to wear them;</div> -<div class="verse">And though they have a <i>Spanish</i> scent,</div> -<div class="verse">The givers have no ill intent,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Wherefore she need not feare them.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">38.</div> -<div class="verse">Nor shall the Conduits now run Claret,</div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps the <i>Frenchman</i> cares not for it,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">They have at home so much,</div> -<div class="verse">No, I will make the boy to pisse</div> -<div class="verse">No worse then purest Hypocris,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Her Grace ne’re tasted such.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">39.</div> -<div class="verse">About the Standard I think fit</div> -<div class="verse">Your wives, my brethren, all should sit,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And eke our Lady Mayris,</div> -<div class="verse">Who shall present a cup of gold,</div> -<div class="verse">And say if we might be bold,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">We’l drink to all in <i>Paris.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">40.</div> -<div class="verse">In <i>Pauls</i> Church-yard we breath may take,</div> -<div class="verse">For they such huge long speeches make,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Would tire any horse;</div> -<div class="verse">But there I’le put her grace in minde,</div> -<div class="verse">To cast her Princely head behind</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And view S. <i>Paul’s</i> Crosse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">41.</div> -<div class="verse">Our Sergeants they shall go their way,</div> -<div class="verse">And for us at the Devil stay,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I mean at Temple-barre,</div> -<div class="verse">And there of her we leave will take,</div> -<div class="verse">And say ’twas for King <i>Charls</i> his sake</div> -<div class="verse indent6">We went with her so farre.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">42.</div> -<div class="verse">But fearing I have tir’d the eares,</div> -<div class="verse">Both of the Duke and all these Peeres,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Ile be no more uncivill,</div> -<div class="verse">Ile leave the Mayor with both the Sheriffs,</div> -<div class="verse">With Sergeants, hanging at their sleeves,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For this time at the Devill.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header9.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A SONG.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Story strange I will you tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But not so strange as true,</div> -<div class="verse">Of a woman that danc’d upon the ropes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so did her husband too.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With a dildo, dildo, dildo,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>With a dildo, dildo, dee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Some say ’twas a man, but it was a woman</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>As plain report may see.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She first climb’d up the Ladder</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to deceive men’s hopes,</div> -<div class="verse">And with a long thing in her hand</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She tickled it on the ropes.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With a dildo, dildo, dildo,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>With a dildo, dildo, dee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>And to her came Knights and Gentlemen</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Of low and high degree.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She jerk’d them backward and foreward</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a long thing in her hand,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the people that were in the yard,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She made them for to stand.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With a dildo, &c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They cast up fleering eyes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All under-neath her cloaths,</div> -<div class="verse">But they could see no thing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For she wore linnen hose.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With a dildo, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Cuckold her husband caper’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When his head in the sack was in,</div> -<div class="verse">But grant that we may never fall</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When we dance in the sack of sin.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With a dildo, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And as they ever danc’t</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In faire or rainy weather,</div> -<div class="verse">I wish they may be hang’d i’ th’ rope of Love,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so be cut down together.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With a dildo, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header10.jpg" width="500" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon a House of Office over a -River, set on fire by a -coale of TOBACCO.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh fire, fire, fire, where?</div> -<div class="verse">The usefull house o’re Water cleare,</div> -<div class="verse">The most convenient in a shire,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body can deny,</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The house of Office that old true blue</div> -<div class="verse">Sir-reverence so many knew[,]</div> -<div class="verse">You now may see turn’d fine new. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? fire</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And to our great astonishment</div> -<div class="verse">Though burnt, yet stands to represent</div> -<div class="verse">Both mourner and the monument,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Ben Johnson’s</i> Vulcan would doe well,</div> -<div class="verse">Or the merry Blades who knacks did tell,</div> -<div class="verse">At firing <i>London Bridge</i> befell.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body, &c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They’l say if I of thee should chant,</div> -<div class="verse">The matter smells, now out upon’t;</div> -<div class="verse">But they shall have a fit of fie on’t.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And why not say a word or two</div> -<div class="verse">Of she that’s just? witness all who</div> -<div class="verse">Have ever been at thy Ho go,<a name="FNanchor_6" id="FNanchor_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earth, Aire, and Water, she could not</div> -<div class="verse">Affront, till chollerick fire got</div> -<div class="verse">Predominant, then thou grew’st hot,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The present cause of all our wo,</div> -<div class="verse">But from Tobacco ashes, oh!</div> -<div class="verse">’Twas s...n luck to perish so,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis fatall to be built on lakes,</div> -<div class="verse">As Sodom’s fall example makes;</div> -<div class="verse">But pity to the innocent jakes,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whose genius if I hit aright,</div> -<div class="verse">May be conceiv’d Hermophrodite,</div> -<div class="verse">To both sex common when they sh...</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of severall uses it hath store,</div> -<div class="verse">As Midwifes some do it implore,</div> -<div class="verse">But the issue comes at Postern door:</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Retired mortalls out of feare,</div> -<div class="verse">Privily, even to a haire,</div> -<div class="verse">Did often do their business there,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For mens and womens secrets fit</div> -<div class="verse">No tale-teller, though privy to it,</div> -<div class="verse">And yet they went to’t without feare or wit,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Privy Chamber or prison’d roome,</div> -<div class="verse">And all that ever therein come</div> -<div class="verse">Uncover must, or bide the doome,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Cabinet for richest geare</div> -<div class="verse">The choicest of the Ladys ware,</div> -<div class="verse">And pretious stones full many there.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And where in State sits noble duck,</div> -<div class="verse">Many esteem that use of nock,</div> -<div class="verse">The highest pleasure next to oc-</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yet the hose there down did goe,</div> -<div class="verse">The yielding smock came up also,</div> -<div class="verse">But still no Bawdy house I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There nicest maid with naked r...,</div> -<div class="verse">When straining hard had made her mump,</div> -<div class="verse">Did sit at ease and heare it p...,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like the Dutch Skipper now may skit,</div> -<div class="verse">When in his sleeve he did do it,</div> -<div class="verse">She may skit free, but now plimp niet,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Those female folk that there did haunt,</div> -<div class="verse">To make their filled bellies gaunt,</div> -<div class="verse">And with that same the brook did launt,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Are driven now to do’t on grasse,</div> -<div class="verse">And make a sallet for their A...</div> -<div class="verse">The world is come to a sweet passe,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now farewell friend we held so deare,</div> -<div class="verse">Although thou help’st away with our cheare,</div> -<div class="verse">An open house-keeper all the yeare,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Phœnix in her perfumed flame,</div> -<div class="verse">Was so consum’d, and thou the same,</div> -<div class="verse">But the Aromaticks were to blame,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Phœnix is but one thing twice,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Patron nobler then may rise,</div> -<div class="verse">For who can tell what he’l devise?</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Diana’s</i> Temple was not free,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor that world <i>Rome</i>, her Majesty</div> -<div class="verse">Smelt of the smoke, as well as thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And learned Clerks whom we admire,</div> -<div class="verse">Do say the world shall so expire,</div> -<div class="verse">Then when you sh... remember fire.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beware of fire when you scumber,</div> -<div class="verse">Though to sh... fire were a wonder,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet lightning oft succeeds the thunder,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We must submit to what fate sends,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis wholsome counsel to our friends,</div> -<div class="verse">Take heed of smoking at both ends,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Which no body can deny.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header11.jpg" width="500" height="80" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon the Spanish Invasion -in Eighty eight.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">In <i>Eighty eight</i>, ere I was born,</div> -<div class="verse">As I do well remember a,</div> -<div class="verse">In <i>August</i> was a Fleet prepar’d</div> -<div class="verse">The month before <i>September</i> a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Lisbone</i>, <i>Cales</i> and <i>Portugall</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Cales</i>, i.e. <i>Cadiz</i>.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Toledo</i> and <i>Grenada</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">They all did meet, & made a Fleet,</div> -<div class="verse">And call’d it their <i>Armada</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">There dwelt a little man in <i>Spain</i></div> -<div class="verse">That shot well in a gun a;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Don Pedro</i> hight, as black a wight</div> -<div class="verse">As the Knight of the Sun a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">King <i>Philip</i> made him Admirall,</div> -<div class="verse">And charg’d him not to stay a,</div> -<div class="verse">But to destroy both man and boy,</div> -<div class="verse">And then to come his way a.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">He had thirty thousand of his own,</div> -<div class="verse">But to do us more harm a,</div> -<div class="verse">He charg’d him not to fight alone,</div> -<div class="verse">But to joyn with the Prince of <i>Parma</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">They say they brought provision much</div> -<div class="verse">As Biskets, Beans and Bacon,</div> -<div class="verse">Besides, two ships were laden with whips,</div> -<div class="verse">But I think they were mistaken.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">When they had sailed all along,</div> -<div class="verse">And anchored before <i>Dover</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">The English men did board them then,</div> -<div class="verse">And heav’d the Rascalls over.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">The queen she was at <i>Tilbury</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">What could you more desire a?</div> -<div class="verse">For whose sweet sake Sir <i>Francis Drake</i></div> -<div class="verse">Did set the ships on fire a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">Then let them neither brag nor boast,</div> -<div class="verse">For if they come again a,</div> -<div class="verse">Let them take heed they do not speed</div> -<div class="verse">As they did they know when a.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header12.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon the Gun-powder Plot.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">And will this wicked world never prove good?</div> -<div class="verse">Will Priests and Catholiques never prove true?</div> -<div class="verse">Shall <i>Catesby</i>, <i>Piercy</i> and <i>Rookwood</i></div> -<div class="verse">Make all this famous Land to rue?</div> -<div class="verse">With putting us in such a feare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With huffing and snuffing and guni-powder,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With a Ohone hononoreera tarrareera, tarrareero hone.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">’Gainst the fifth of <i>November</i>, Tuesday by name,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Peircy</i> and <i>Catesby</i> a Plot did frame,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Anno</i> one thousand six hundred and five,</div> -<div class="verse">In which long time no man alive</div> -<div class="verse">Did ever know, or heare the like,</div> -<div class="verse">Which to declare my heart growes sike.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With a O hone</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Under the Parliament-house men say</div> -<div class="verse">Great store of Powder they did lay,</div> -<div class="verse">Thirty six barrels, as is reported,</div> -<div class="verse">With many faggots ill consorted,</div> -<div class="verse">With barres of iron upon them all,</div> -<div class="verse">To bring us to a deadly fall.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With a O hone</i>, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">And then came forth Sir <i>Thomas Knyvet</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">You filthy Rogue come out o’ th’ doore,</div> -<div class="verse">Or else I sweare by Gods trivet</div> -<div class="verse">Ile lay thee flatlong on the floore,</div> -<div class="verse">For putting us all in such a feare,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With huffing and snuffing</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">Then <i>Faux</i> out of the vault was taken</div> -<div class="verse">And carried before Sir <i>Francis Bacon</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And was examined of the Act,</div> -<div class="verse">And strongly did confesse the Fact,</div> -<div class="verse">And swore he would put us in such a feare.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With huffing</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">Now see it is a miraculous thing,</div> -<div class="verse">To see how God hath preserv’d our King,</div> -<div class="verse">The Queen, the Prince, and his Sister dear,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the Lords, and every Peere,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the Land, and every shire,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>From huffing</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">Now God preserve the Council wise,</div> -<div class="verse">That first found out this enterprise;</div> -<div class="verse">Not they, but my Lord <i>Monteagle</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">His Lady and her little Beagle,</div> -<div class="verse">His Ape, his Ass, and his great Beare,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>From huffing, and snuffing, and gunni-powder.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">[8.]</div> -<div class="verse">Other newes I heard moreover,</div> -<div class="verse">If all was true that’s told to me,</div> -<div class="verse">Three Spanish ships landed at <i>Dover</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Where they made great melody,</div> -<div class="verse">But the Hollanders drove them here and there,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With huffing</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>A CATCH.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Drink boyes, drink boyes, drink and doe not spare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Troule away the bowl, and take no care.</div> -<div class="verse">So that we have meat and drink, and money and clothes</div> -<div class="verse">What care we, what care we how the world goes.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header7.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A pitiful Lamentation.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My Mother hath sold away her Cock</div> -<div class="verse">And all her brood of Chickins,</div> -<div class="verse">And hath bought her a new canvasse smock</div> -<div class="verse">And righted up the Kitchin.</div> -<div class="verse">And has brought me a Lockeram bond</div> -<div class="verse">With a v’lopping paire of breeches,</div> -<div class="verse">Thinking that <i>Jone</i> would have lov’d me alone,</div> -<div class="verse">But she hath serv’d me such yfiches.</div> -<div class="verse">Ise take a rope and drowne my selfe,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere Ist indure these losses:</div> -<div class="verse">Ise take a hatchet and hang my selfe</div> -<div class="verse">Ere Ist indure these crosses.</div> -<div class="verse">Or else Ile go to some beacon high,</div> -<div class="verse">Made of some good dry’d furzon[,]</div> -<div class="verse">And there Ile seeme in love to fry</div> -<div class="verse">Sing hoodle a doodle Cuddon.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header4.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Woman with Child that desired -a Son, which might -prove a Preacher.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A maiden of the <i>pure Society</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Pray’d with a passing piety</div> -<div class="verse">That since a learned man had o’re-reacht her,</div> -<div class="verse">The child she went withall should prove [a] Preacher.</div> -<div class="verse">The time being come, and all the dangers past,</div> -<div class="verse">The Goodwife askt the Midwife</div> -<div class="verse">What God had sent at last.</div> -<div class="verse">Who answer’d her half in a laughter,</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth she the Son is prov’d a Daughter.</div> -<div class="verse">But be content, if God doth blesse the Baby,</div> -<div class="verse">She has a <i>Pulpit</i> where a <i>Preacher</i> may be.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - -<h3><i>The Maid of <span class="antiqua">Tottenham</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">As I went to <i>Totnam</i></div> -<div class="verse">Upon a Market-day,</div> -<div class="verse">There met I with a faire maid</div> -<div class="verse">Cloathed all in gray,</div> -<div class="verse">Her journey was to <i>London</i></div> -<div class="verse">With Buttermilk and Whay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>To fall down, down, derry down,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>down, down, derry down,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>derry, derry dina</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">God speed faire maid, quoth one,</div> -<div class="verse">You are well over-took;</div> -<div class="verse">With that she cast her head aside,</div> -<div class="verse">And gave to him a look.</div> -<div class="verse">She was as full of Leachery</div> -<div class="verse">As letters in a book.</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>To fall down</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">And as they walk’d together,</div> -<div class="verse">Even side by side,</div> -<div class="verse">The young man was aware</div> -<div class="verse">That her garter was unty’d,</div> -<div class="verse">For feare that she should lose it,</div> -<div class="verse">Aha, alack he cry’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh your garter that hangs down!</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Down, down, derry down</i>, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth she[,] I do intreat you</div> -<div class="verse">For to take the pain</div> -<div class="verse">To do so much for me,</div> -<div class="verse">As to tye it up again.</div> -<div class="verse">That will I do sweet-heart, quoth he,</div> -<div class="verse">When I come on yonder plain.</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>With a down, down, derry down</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">And when they came upon the plain</div> -<div class="verse">Upon a pleasant green,</div> -<div class="verse">The fair maid spread her l...s abroad,</div> -<div class="verse">The young man fell between,</div> -<div class="verse">Such tying of a Garter</div> -<div class="verse">I think was never seen.</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>To fall down</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">When they had done their businesse,</div> -<div class="verse">And quickly done the deed,</div> -<div class="verse">He gave her kisses plenty,</div> -<div class="verse">And took her up with speed.</div> -<div class="verse">But what they did I know not,</div> -<div class="verse">But they were both agreed</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>To fall down together, down</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Down, down, derry down,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Down, down, derry dina</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">She made to him low curtsies</div> -<div class="verse">And thankt him for his paine,</div> -<div class="verse">The young man is to High-gate gone[,]</div> -<div class="verse">The maid to <i>London</i> came</div> -<div class="verse">To sell off her commodity</div> -<div class="verse">She thought it for no shame.</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>To fall downe</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">When she had done her market,</div> -<div class="verse">And all her money told</div> -<div class="verse">To think upon the matter</div> -<div class="verse">It made her heart full cold[:]</div> -<div class="verse">But that which will away, quoth she,</div> -<div class="verse">Is very hard to hold.</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>To fall down</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">This tying of the Garter</div> -<div class="verse">Cost her her Maidenhead,</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth she it is no matter,</div> -<div class="verse">It stood me in small stead,</div> -<div class="verse">But often times it troubled me</div> -<div class="verse">As I lay in my bed.</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>To fall down</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header3.jpg" width="500" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>To the King on New-yeares -day, 1638.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This day inlarges every narrow mind,</div> -<div class="verse">Makes the Poor bounteous, and the Miser kind;</div> -<div class="verse">Poets that have not wealth in wisht excesse,</div> -<div class="verse">I hope may give like Priests, which is to blesse.</div> -<div class="verse">And sure in elder times the Poets were</div> -<div class="verse">Those Priests that told men how to hope and feare,</div> -<div class="verse">Though they most sensually did write and live,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet taught those blessings, which the Gods did give,</div> -<div class="verse">But you (my King) have purify’d our flame,</div> -<div class="verse">Made wit our virtue which was once our shame;</div> -<div class="verse">For by your own quick fires you made ours last,</div> -<div class="verse">Reform’d our numbers till our songs grew chast.</div> -<div class="verse">Farre more thou fam’d <i>Augustus</i> ere could doe</div> -<div class="verse">With’s wisdome, (though it long continued too)</div> -<div class="verse">You have perform’d even in your Moon of age;</div> -<div class="verse">Refin’d to Lectures, Playes, to Schooles a stage.</div> -<div class="verse">Such vertue got[,] why is your Poet lesse</div> -<div class="verse">A Priest then his who had a power to blesse?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So hopefull is my rage that I begin</div> -<div class="verse">To shew that feare which strives to keep it in:</div> -<div class="verse">And what was meant a blessing soars so high</div> -<div class="verse">That it is now become a Prophesie.</div> -<div class="verse">Your selfe (our <i>Plannet</i> which renewes our year)</div> -<div class="verse">Shall so inlighten all, and every where,</div> -<div class="verse">That through the Mists of error men shall spy</div> -<div class="verse">In the dark North the way to Loyalty;</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst with your intellectuall beames, you show</div> -<div class="verse">The knowing what they are that seeme to know.</div> -<div class="verse">You like our Sacred and indulgent Lord,</div> -<div class="verse">When the too-stout Apostle drew his sword,</div> -<div class="verse">When he mistooke some secrets of the cause,</div> -<div class="verse">And in his furious zeale disdain’d the Lawes,</div> -<div class="verse">Forgetting true Religion doth lye</div> -<div class="verse">On prayers, not swords against authority.</div> -<div class="verse">You like our substitute of horrid fate</div> -<div class="verse">That are next him we most should imitate,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall like to him rebuke with wiser breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Such furious zeale, but not reveng’d with death.</div> -<div class="verse">Like him the wound that’s giv’n you strait shall heal,</div> -<div class="verse">Then calm by precept such mistaking zeal.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>In praise of a deformed woman.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy curled haire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As red as any Fox,</div> -<div class="verse">Our forefathers did still commend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The lovely golden locks.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Venus her self might comelier be,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Yet hath no such variety.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy squinting eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It breeds no jealousie,</div> -<div class="verse">For when thou do’st on others look,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Methinks thou look’st on me,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy copper nose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy fortune’s ne’re the worse,</div> -<div class="verse">It shews the mettal in thy face</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou should’st have in thy purse,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy Chessenut skin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy inside’s white to me,</div> -<div class="verse">That colour should be most approv’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That will least changed be.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy splay mouth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For on that amarous close</div> -<div class="verse">There’s room on either side to kisse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ne’re offend the nose.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy rotten gummes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In good time it may hap,</div> -<div class="verse">When other wives are costly fed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ile keep thy chaps on pap.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy blobber lips,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tis good thrift I suppose,</div> -<div class="verse">They’re dripping-pans unto thy eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And save-alls to thy nose.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy huncht back,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis bow’d although not broken,</div> -<div class="verse">For I believe the Gods did send</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Me to Thee for a Token.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy pudding wast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If a Taylor thou do’st lack,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou need’st not send to <i>France</i> for one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ile fit thee with a sack.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">10.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy lusty thighes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For tressels thou maist boast,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet-heart thou hast a water-mill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And these are the mill-posts.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">[11.] 10.</div> -<div class="verse">I love thee for thy splay feet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’re fooles that thee deride,</div> -<div class="verse">Women are alwaies most esteem’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When their feet are most wide.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Venus her self may comelier be</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> - -<h3><i>On a TINKER.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He that a Tinker, a Tinker, a Tinker will be,</div> -<div class="verse">Let him leave other Loves, and come follow me.</div> -<div class="verse">Though he travells all the day,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet he comes home still at night,</div> -<div class="verse">And dallies, dallies with his Doxie,</div> -<div class="verse">And dreames of delight.</div> -<div class="verse">His pot and his tost in the morning he takes,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the day long good musick he makes;</div> -<div class="verse">He wanders up and down to Wakes & to Fairs,</div> -<div class="verse">He casts his cap, and casts his cap at the Court and its cares;</div> -<div class="verse">And when to the town the Tinker doth come,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh, how the wanton wenches run,</div> -<div class="verse">Some bring him basons, and some bring him bowles,</div> -<div class="verse">All maids desire him to stop up their holes.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Prinkum Prankum</i> is a fine dance, strong Ale is good in the winter,</div> -<div class="verse">And he that thrumms a wench upon a brass pot,</div> -<div class="verse">The child may prove a Tinker.</div> -<div class="verse">With tink goes the hammer, the skellit and the scummer,</div> -<div class="verse">Come bring me thy copper kettle,</div> -<div class="verse">For the Tinker, the Tinker, the merry merry Tinker</div> -<div class="verse">Oh, he’s the man of mettle.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header12.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon his Mistris’s black -Eye-browes.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hide, oh hide those lovely Browes,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Cupid</i> takes them for his bowes,</div> -<div class="verse">And from thence with winged dart</div> -<div class="verse">He lies pelting at my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, unheard-of wounds doth give,</div> -<div class="verse">Wounded in the heart I live;</div> -<div class="verse">From their colour I descry,</div> -<div class="verse">Loves bowes are made of Ebony;</div> -<div class="verse">Or their Sable seemes to say</div> -<div class="verse">They mourn for those their glances slay;</div> -<div class="verse">Or their blacknesse doth arise</div> -<div class="verse">From the Sun-beams of your eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Where <i>Apollo</i> seemes to sit,</div> -<div class="verse">As he’s God of Day and Wit;</div> -<div class="verse">Your piercing Rayes, so bright, and cleare,</div> -<div class="verse">Shewes his beamy Chariots there.</div> -<div class="verse">Then the black upon your brow,</div> -<div class="verse">Sayest wisdomes sable hue, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? sagest</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Tells to every obvious eye,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s his other Deity.</div> -<div class="verse">This too shewes him deeply wise,</div> -<div class="verse">To dwell there he left the skies;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So pure a black could <i>Phœbus</i> burn,</div> -<div class="verse">He himself would <i>Negro</i> turn,</div> -<div class="verse">And for such a dresse would slight</div> -<div class="verse">His gorgeous attire of light;</div> -<div class="verse">Eclipses he would count a blisse,</div> -<div class="verse">Were there such a black as this:</div> -<div class="verse">Were Night’s dusky mantle made</div> -<div class="verse">Of so glorious a shade,</div> -<div class="verse">The ruffling day she would out-vie</div> -<div class="verse">In costly dresse, and gallantry:</div> -<div class="verse">Were Hell’s darknesse such a black,</div> -<div class="verse">For it the Saints would Heaven forsake;</div> -<div class="verse">So pure a black, that white from hence</div> -<div class="verse">Loses its name of innocence;</div> -<div class="verse">And the most spotlesse Ivory is</div> -<div class="verse">A very stain and blot to this:</div> -<div class="verse">So pure a black, that hence I guesse,</div> -<div class="verse">Black first became a holy dresse.</div> -<div class="verse">The Gods foreseeing this, did make</div> -<div class="verse">Their Priests array themselves in Black.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header13.jpg" width="500" height="65" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>To my Lady of <span class="antiqua">Carnarvon</span>, January 1.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Idol of our Sex! Envy of thine own!</div> -<div class="verse">Whom not t’ have seen, is never to have known,</div> -<div class="verse">What eyes are good for; to have seen, not lov’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Is to be more, or lesse then man, unmov’d;</div> -<div class="verse">Deigne to accept, what I i’ th’ name of all</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Servants pay to this dayes Festival,</div> -<div class="verse">Thanks for the old yeare, prayers for the new,</div> -<div class="verse">So may thy many dayes to come seeme few,</div> -<div class="verse">So may fresh springs in thy blew rivolets flow,</div> -<div class="verse">To make thy roses, and thy lillies grow.</div> -<div class="verse">So may all dressings still become thy face,</div> -<div class="verse">As if they grew there, or stole thence their grace.</div> -<div class="verse">So may thy bright eyes comfort with their rayes</div> -<div class="verse">Th’ humble, and dazle those that boldly gaze:</div> -<div class="verse">So may thy sprightly motion, beauties best part,</div> -<div class="verse">Shew there is stock enough of life at heart.</div> -<div class="verse">So may thy warm snow never grow more cold,</div> -<div class="verse">So may they live to be, but not seem old.</div> -<div class="verse">So may thy Lord pay all, yet rest thy debtor,</div> -<div class="verse">And love no other, till he sees a better:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So may the new year crown the old yeares joy,</div> -<div class="verse">By giving us a Girle unto our Boy;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ th’ one the Fathers wit, and in the other</div> -<div class="verse">Let us admire the beauty of the Mother,</div> -<div class="verse">That so we may their severall pictures see,</div> -<div class="verse">Which now in one fair Medall joyned be:</div> -<div class="verse">Till then grow thus together, and howe’re</div> -<div class="verse">You grow old in your selves, grow stil young here;</div> -<div class="verse">And let him, though he may resemble either,</div> -<div class="verse">Seem to be both in one, and singly neither.</div> -<div class="verse">Let Ladies wagers lay, whose chin is this,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose forehead that, whose lip, whose eye, then kiss</div> -<div class="verse">Away the difference, whilst he smiling lies,</div> -<div class="verse">To see his own shape dance in both your eyes.</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet Babe! my prayer shall end with thee,</div> -<div class="verse">(Oh may it prove a Prophecy!)</div> -<div class="verse">May all the channels in thy veynes</div> -<div class="verse">Expresse the severall noble straines,</div> -<div class="verse">From whence they flow; sweet <i>Sydney’s</i> wit,</div> -<div class="verse">But not the sad, sweet fate of it;</div> -<div class="verse">The last great <i>Pembroke’s</i> learning, sage</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Burleigh’s</i> both wisdome and his age;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Grandsires honest heart expresse</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Veres</i> untainted noblenesse.</div> -<div class="verse">To these (if any thing there lacks)</div> -<div class="verse">Adde <i>Dormer</i> too, and <i>Molenax</i>.</div> -<div class="verse">Lastly, if for thee I can woo</div> -<div class="verse">Gods, and thy Godfathers grace too,</div> -<div class="verse">Together with thy Fathers Thrift:</div> -<div class="verse">Be thou thy Mothers New-years gift.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header5.jpg" width="500" height="60" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The Western Husband-man’s -Complaint in the late Wars.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Uds bodykins! Chill work no more:</div> -<div class="verse">Dost think chill labour to be poor?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No ich have more a do:</div> -<div class="verse">If of the world this be the trade,</div> -<div class="verse">That ich must break zo knaves be made,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ich will a blundering too. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">plundering</span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Chill zel my cart and eke my plow,</div> -<div class="verse">And get a zword if ich know how,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For ich mean to be right:</div> -<div class="verse">Chill learn to zwear, and drink, and roar,</div> -<div class="verse">And (Gallant leek) chill keep a whore, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">like</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">No matter who can vight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God bless us! What a world is here,</div> -<div class="verse">It can ne’re last another year,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Vor ich can’t be able to zoe:</div> -<div class="verse">Dost think that ever chad the art,</div> -<div class="verse">To plow the ground up with my cart,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My beasts be all a go.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But vurst a Warrant ich will get</div> -<div class="verse">From Master Captaine, that a vet</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Chill make a shrewd a do:</div> -<div class="verse">Vor then chave power in any place,</div> -<div class="verse">To steal a Horse without disgrace,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And beat the owner too.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ich had zix oxen tother day,</div> -<div class="verse">And them the Roundheads vetcht away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A mischiefe be their speed:</div> -<div class="verse">And chad zix horses left me whole,</div> -<div class="verse">And them the Cabbaleroes stole:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Chee voor men be agreed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here ich doe labour, toyl and zweat,</div> -<div class="verse">And dure the cold, with dry and heat,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And what dost think ich get?</div> -<div class="verse">Vaith just my labour vor my pains,</div> -<div class="verse">The garrisons have all the gains,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Vor thither all’s avet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There goes my corne and beanes, and pease,</div> -<div class="verse">Ich doe not dare them to displease,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They doe zo zwear and vapour:</div> -<div class="verse">When to the Governour ich doe come,</div> -<div class="verse">And pray him to discharge my zum,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Chave nothing but a paper.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">U’ds nigs dost think that paper will</div> -<div class="verse">Keep warme my back and belly fill?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No, no, goe vange thy note:</div> -<div class="verse">If that another year my vield</div> -<div class="verse">No profit doe unto me yield,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ich may goe cut my throat.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When any money chove in store,</div> -<div class="verse">Then straight a warrant comes therefore,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or ich must blundred be:</div> -<div class="verse">And when chave shuffled out one pay,</div> -<div class="verse">Then comes another without delay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Was ever the leek azee? <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">like</span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If all this be not grief enow,</div> -<div class="verse">They have a thing cald quarter too,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O’ts a vengeance waster:</div> -<div class="verse">A pox upon’t they call it vree, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">“free quarters”</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Cham zure they make us zlaves to be,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And every rogue our master.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header10.jpg" width="500" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The High-way man’s Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I keep my Horse, I keep my Whore,</div> -<div class="verse">I take no Rents, yet am not poore,</div> -<div class="verse">I traverse all the land about,</div> -<div class="verse">And yet was born to never a foot;</div> -<div class="verse">With Partridge plump, and Woodcock fine,</div> -<div class="verse">I do at mid-night often dine;</div> -<div class="verse">And if my whore be not in case,</div> -<div class="verse">My Hostess daughter has her place.</div> -<div class="verse">The maids sit up, and watch their turnes,</div> -<div class="verse">If I stay long the Tapster mourns;</div> -<div class="verse">The Cook-maid has no mind to sin,</div> -<div class="verse">Though tempted by the Chamberlin;</div> -<div class="verse">But when I knock, O how they bustle;</div> -<div class="verse">The hostler yawns, the geldings justle;</div> -<div class="verse">If maid be sleep, oh how they curse her!</div> -<div class="verse">And all this comes of, <i>Deliver your purse sir</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header4.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Against Fruition</i>, &c.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is not half so warme a fire</div> -<div class="verse">In the Fruition, as Desire.</div> -<div class="verse">When I have got the fruit of pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Possession makes me poore again,</div> -<div class="verse">Expected formes and shapes unknown,</div> -<div class="verse">Whet and make sharp tentation;</div> -<div class="verse">Sense is too niggardly for Bliss,</div> -<div class="verse">And payes me dully with what is;</div> -<div class="verse">But fancy’s liberall, and gives all</div> -<div class="verse">That can within her vastnesse fall;</div> -<div class="verse">Vaile therefore still, while I divine</div> -<div class="verse">The Treasure of this hidden Mine,</div> -<div class="verse">And make Imagination tell</div> -<div class="verse">What wonders doth in Beauty dwell.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header3.jpg" width="500" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon Mr. <span class="antiqua">Fullers</span> Booke, -called <span class="antiqua">Pisgah-sight</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fuller of wish, than hope, methinks it is,</div> -<div class="verse">For me to expect a fuller work than this,</div> -<div class="verse">Fuller of matter, fuller of rich sense,</div> -<div class="verse">Fuller of Art[,] fuller of Eloquence;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet dare I not be bold, to intitle this</div> -<div class="verse">The fullest work; the Author fuller is,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, though he empty not himself, can fill</div> -<div class="verse">Another fuller, yet continue still</div> -<div class="verse">Fuller himself, and so the Reader be</div> -<div class="verse">Alwayes in hope a fuller work to see.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header12.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>On a Sheepherd that died -for Love.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Cloris</i>, now thou art fled away,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Aminta’s</i> Sheep are gone astray,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the joyes he took to see</div> -<div class="verse">His pretty Lambs run after thee.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Shee’s gone, shee’s gone, and he alway,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Sings nothing now but welladay.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">His Oaten pipe that in thy praise,</div> -<div class="verse">Was wont to play such roundelayes,</div> -<div class="verse">Is thrown away, and not a Swaine</div> -<div class="verse">Dares pipe or sing within this Plaine.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>’Tis death for any now to say</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>One word to him, but welladay.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">The May-pole where thy little feet</div> -<div class="verse">So roundly did in measure meet,</div> -<div class="verse">Is broken down, and no content</div> -<div class="verse">Came near <i>Amintas</i> since you went.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>All that ere I heard him say,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Was <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, welladay.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">Upon those banks you us’d to tread,</div> -<div class="verse">He ever since hath laid his head,</div> -<div class="verse">And whisper’d there such pining wo,</div> -<div class="verse">That not one blade of grasse will grow.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, come away,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And hear <span class="antiqua">Aminta’s</span> welladay.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">The embroyder’d scrip he us’d to weare</div> -<div class="verse">Neglected hangs, so does his haire.</div> -<div class="verse">His Crook is broke, Dog pining lyes,</div> -<div class="verse">And he himself nought doth but cryes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Oh <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, come away,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And hear</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">His gray coat, and his slops of green,</div> -<div class="verse">When worn by him, were comely seen,</div> -<div class="verse">His tar-box too is thrown away,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s no delight neer him must stay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>But cries, oh <span class="antiqua">Cloris</span> come away,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i><span class="antiqua">Aminta’s</span> dying, welladay</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header11.jpg" width="500" height="80" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The Shepheards lamentation -for the losse of his Love.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Down lay the Shepheards Swain,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So sober and demure,</div> -<div class="verse">Wishing for his wench again,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So bonny and so pure.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With his head on hillock low,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And his armes on kembow;</div> -<div class="verse">And all for the losse of her Hy nonny nonny no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">His teares fell as thin,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As water from a Still,</div> -<div class="verse">His haire upon his chin,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Grew like tyme upon a hill:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His cherry cheeks were pale as snow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Testifying his mickle woe;</div> -<div class="verse">And all was for the loss of her hy nonny nonny no.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet she was, as fond of love,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As ever fettred Swaine;</div> -<div class="verse">Never such a bonny one</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Shall I enjoy again.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Set ten thousand on a row,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ile forbid that any show</div> -<div class="verse">Ever the like of her, hy nonny nonny no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">Fac’d she was of Filbard hew,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And bosom’d like a Swanne:</div> -<div class="verse">Back’t she was of bended yew,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And wasted by a span.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Haire she had as black as Crow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From the head unto the toe,</div> -<div class="verse">Down down, all over, hy nonny nonny no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">With her Mantle tuck’t up high,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">She foddered her Flocke,</div> -<div class="verse">So buckesome and alluringly,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Her knee upheld her smock;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So nimbly did she use to goe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So smooth she danc’d on tip-toe,</div> -<div class="verse">That all men were fond of her, hy nonny nonny no.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">She simpred like a Holy-day,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And smiled like a Spring,</div> -<div class="verse">She pratled like a Popinjay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And like a Swallow sing.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She tript it like a barren Doe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And strutted like a Gar-crowe:</div> -<div class="verse">Which made me so fond of her, hy, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">To trip it on the merry Down,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To dance the lively Hay,</div> -<div class="verse">To wrastle for a green Gown,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In heat of all the day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Never would she say me no.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet me thought she had though</div> -<div class="verse">Never enough of her, hy, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">But gone she is[,] the blithest Lasse</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That ever trod on Plain.</div> -<div class="verse">What ever hath betided her,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Blame not the Shepheard Swain.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For why, she was her own foe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And gave her selfe the overthrowe,</div> -<div class="verse">By being too franke of her hy nonny nonny no.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header5.jpg" width="500" height="60" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Ballad on Queen <span class="antiqua">Elizabeth</span>; -to the tune of Sallengers round.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I tell you all both great and small,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And I tell you it truely,</div> -<div class="verse">That we have a very great cause,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both to lament and crie,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh fie, oh fie, oh fie, oh fie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh fie on cruell death;</div> -<div class="verse">For he hath taken away from us</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our Queen <i>Elizabeth</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He might have taken other folk,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That better might have been mist,</div> -<div class="verse">And let our gratious Queen alone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That lov’d not a Popish Priest.</div> -<div class="verse">She rul’d this Land alone of her self,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And was beholding to no man.</div> -<div class="verse">She bare the waight of all affaires,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And yet she was but a woman.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A woman said I? nay that is more</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor any man can tell,</div> -<div class="verse">So chaste she was, so pure she was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That no man knew it well.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For whilst that she liv’d till cruel death</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Exposed her to all.</div> -<div class="verse">Wherefore I say lament, lament,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lament both great and small.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She never did any wicked thing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Might make her conscience prick her,</div> -<div class="verse">And scorn’d for to submit her self to him</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That calls himself Christ’s Vicker:</div> -<div class="verse">But rather chose couragiously</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To fight under Christ’s Banner,</div> -<div class="verse">Gainst Turk and Pope, I and King of <i>Spain</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all that durst withstand her.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She was as Chaste and Beautifull,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Faire as ere was any;</div> -<div class="verse">And had from forain Countreys sent</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her Suters very many.</div> -<div class="verse">Though <i>Mounsieur</i> came himself from <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A purpose for to woe her,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet still she liv’d and dy’d a Maid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Doe what they could unto her.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And if that I had <i>Argus</i> eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They were too few to weep,</div> -<div class="verse">For our sweet Queen <i>Elizabeth</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who now doth lye asleep:</div> -<div class="verse">Asleep I say she now doth lye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Untill the day of Doome:</div> -<div class="verse">But then shall awake unto the disgrace</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of the proud Pope of <i>Rome</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header12.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Ballad on King <span class="antiqua">James</span>; to the tune of -When <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> first in Court began.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When <i>James</i> in <i>Scotland</i> first began,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there was crowned King,</div> -<div class="verse">He was not much more than a span,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All in his clouts swadling.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when he waxed into yeares,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And grew to be somewhat tall,</div> -<div class="verse">And told his Lords, a Parliament</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He purposed to call.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That’s over-much[,] quoth <i>Douglas</i> though,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For thee to doe[,] I feare,</div> -<div class="verse">For I am Lord Protector yet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And will be one halfe yeare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It pleaseth me well, quoth the King,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What thou hast said to me,</div> -<div class="verse">But since thou standest on such tearmes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ile prove as strict to thee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And well he rul’d and well he curb’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both <i>Douglas</i> and the rest;</div> -<div class="verse">Till Heaven with better Fortune and Power,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had him to <i>England</i> blest.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then into <i>England</i> straight he came</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As fast as he was able,</div> -<div class="verse">Where he made many a Carpet Knight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though none of the Round Table.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when he entered <i>Barwicke</i> Town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where all in peace he found:</div> -<div class="verse">But when that roaring Megge went off,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His Grace was like to swound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then up to <i>London</i> straight he came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where he made no long stay,</div> -<div class="verse">But soon returned back again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To meet his Queen by th’ way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when they met, such tilting was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The like was never seen;</div> -<div class="verse">The Lords at each others did run,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And neer a tilt between.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their Horses backs were under them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that was no great wonder,</div> -<div class="verse">The wonder was to see them run,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And break no Staves in sunder.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They ran full swift and coucht their Speares,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O ho quoth the Ladies then,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> -<div class="verse">They run for shew, quoth the people though,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And not to hurt the men.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They smote full hard at Barriers too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You might have heard the sound,</div> -<div class="verse">As far as any man can goe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When both his legges are bound.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon the death of a <span class="antiqua">Chandler</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Chandler grew neer his end,</div> -<div class="verse">Pale Death would not stand his friend;</div> -<div class="verse">But tooke it in foul snuff,</div> -<div class="verse">As having tarryed long enough:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet left this not to be forgotten,</div> -<div class="verse">Death and the Chandler could not Cotton.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header7.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Farre in the Forrest of <i>Arden</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">There dwelt a Knight hight <i>Cassimen</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As bold as <i>Isenbras</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">Fell he was and eager bent</div> -<div class="verse">In battaile and in Turnament,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As was the good Sr. <i>Topas</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">He had (as Antique stories tell)</div> -<div class="verse">A daughter cleped <i>Dowsabell</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A Maiden faire and free,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, cause she was her fathers heire,</div> -<div class="verse">Full well she was y-tought the leire</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of mickle courtesie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">The Silke well could she twist and twine,</div> -<div class="verse">And make the fine Marchpine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And with the needle work.</div> -<div class="verse">And she could help the Priest to say</div> -<div class="verse">His Mattins on a Holy-day,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And sing a Psalme in Kirk.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">Her Frocke was of the frolique Green,</div> -<div class="verse">(Mought well become a Mayden Queen)</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which seemely was to see:</div> -<div class="verse">Her Hood to it was neat and fine,</div> -<div class="verse">In colour like the Columbine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">y-wrought full featuously.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">This Maiden in a morne betime,</div> -<div class="verse">Went forth when <i>May</i> was in her prime,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To get sweet Scettuall,</div> -<div class="verse">The Honysuckle, the Horelock,</div> -<div class="verse">The Lilly, and the Ladies-Smock,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To dight her summer Hall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">And as she romed here, and there,</div> -<div class="verse">Y-picking of the bloomed brier,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She chanced to espie</div> -<div class="verse">A Shepheard sitting on a bank,</div> -<div class="verse">Like Chanticleere—he crowed crank,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And piped with merry glee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">He leerd his Sheep as he him list,</div> -<div class="verse">When he would whistle in his fist,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To feed about him round,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Whilst he full many a Caroll sung,</div> -<div class="verse">That all the fields, and meadowes rung,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And made the woods resound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">In favour this same Shepheard Swaine</div> -<div class="verse">Was like the Bedlam Tamerlaine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That kept proud Kings in awe.</div> -<div class="verse">But meek he was as meek mought be,</div> -<div class="verse">Yea like the gentle <i>Abell</i>, he</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whom his lewd brother slew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">This Shepheard ware a freeze-gray Cloake,</div> -<div class="verse">The which was of the finest locke,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That could be cut with Sheere:</div> -<div class="verse">His Aule and Lingell in a Thong,</div> -<div class="verse">His Tar-box by a broad belt hung,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His Cap of Minivere.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">10.</div> -<div class="verse">His Mittens were of Bausons skin,</div> -<div class="verse">His Cockers were of Cordowin,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His Breech of country blew:</div> -<div class="verse">All curle, and crisped were his Locks,</div> -<div class="verse">His brow more white then <i>Albion</i> Rocks:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So like a Lover true.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">11.</div> -<div class="verse">And piping he did spend the day,</div> -<div class="verse">As merry as a Popinjay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which lik’d faire <i>Dowsabell</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">That wod she ought, or wod she nought,</div> -<div class="verse">The Shepheard would not from her thought,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In love she longing fell:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">12.</div> -<div class="verse">With that she tucked up her Frock,</div> -<div class="verse">(White as the Lilly was her Smock,)</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And drew the Shepheard nigh,</div> -<div class="verse">But then the Shepheard pip’d a good,</div> -<div class="verse">That all his Sheep forsook their food,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To heare his melody.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">13.</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Sheep (quoth she) cannot be lean,</div> -<div class="verse">That have so faire a Shepheard Swain,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That can his Pipe so well:</div> -<div class="verse">I but (quoth he) the Shepheard may,</div> -<div class="verse">If Piping thus he pine away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For love of <i>Dowsabell</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">14.</div> -<div class="verse">Of love (fond boy) take thou no keep,</div> -<div class="verse">Look well (quoth she) unto thy Sheep;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Lest they should chance to stray.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So had I done (quoth he) full well,</div> -<div class="verse">Had I not seen faire <i>Dowsabell</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Come forth to gather May.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">15.</div> -<div class="verse">I cannot stay (quoth she) till night,</div> -<div class="verse">And leave my Summer Hall undight,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And all for love of men.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet are you, quoth he, too unkind,</div> -<div class="verse">If in your heart you cannot find,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To love us now and then.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">16.</div> -<div class="verse">And I will be to thee as kind,</div> -<div class="verse">As <i>Collin</i> was to <i>Rosalinde</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of courtesie the flower.</div> -<div class="verse">And I will be as true (quoth she)</div> -<div class="verse">As ever Lover yet mought be,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Unto her Paramour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">17.</div> -<div class="verse">With that the Maiden bent her knee,</div> -<div class="verse">Down by the Shepheard kneeled she,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And sweetly she him kist.</div> -<div class="verse">But then the Shepheard whoop’d for joy,</div> -<div class="verse">(Quoth he) was never Shepheards boy,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That ever was so blist.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header11.jpg" width="500" height="80" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon the <span class="antiqua">Scots</span> being beaten -at <span class="antiqua">Muscleborough</span> field.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On the twelfth day of <i>December</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the fourth year of King <i>Edwards</i> reign[,]</div> -<div class="verse">Two mighty Hosts (as I remember)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At <i>Muscleborough</i> did pitch on a Plain.</div> -<div class="verse">For a down, down, derry derry down, Hey down a,</div> -<div class="verse">Down, down, down a down derry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All night our English men they lodged there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So did the Scots both stout and stubborn,</div> -<div class="verse">But well-away was all their cheere,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For we have served them in their own turn.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For a downe, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All night they carded for our <i>English</i> mens Coats,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(They fished before their Nets were spun)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A white for Six-pence, a red for two Groats;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wisdome would have stayd till they had been won.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For a down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On the twelfth day all in the morn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They made a fere as if they would fight;</div> -<div class="verse">But many a proud <i>Scot</i> that day was down born,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many a rank Coward was put to his flight.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For a down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And the Lord <i>Huntley</i>, we hadden him there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With him he brought ten thousand men:</div> -<div class="verse">But God be thanked, we gave him such a Banquet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He carryed but few of them home agen.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For a down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For when he heard our great Guns crack,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then did his heart fall untill his hose,</div> -<div class="verse">He threw down his Weapons, he turned his back,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He ran so fast that he fell on his nose.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For a down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We beat them back till <i>Edenbrough</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(There’s men alive can witnesse this)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But when we lookt our English men through,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two hundred good fellowes we did not misse.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">For a down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now God preserve <i>Edward</i> our King,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With his two Nuncles and Nobles all,</div> -<div class="verse">And send us Heaven at our ending:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For we have given <i>Scots</i> a lusty fall.</div> -<div class="verse">For a down, down, derry derry down, Hey,</div> -<div class="verse">Down a down down, down a down derry.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>Lipps and Eyes.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In <i>Celia</i> a question did arise,</div> -<div class="verse">Which were more beautifull her Lippes or Eyes.</div> -<div class="verse">We, said the Eyes, send forth those pointed darts,</div> -<div class="verse">Which pierce the hardest Adamantine hearts.</div> -<div class="verse">From us, (reply’d the Lipps) proceed the blisses</div> -<div class="verse">Which Lovers reape by kind words and sweet kisses.</div> -<div class="verse">Then wept the Eyes, and from their Springs did powre</div> -<div class="verse">Of liquid Orientall Pearle a showre:</div> -<div class="verse">Whereat the Lippes mov’d with delight and pleasure,</div> -<div class="verse">Through a sweet smile unlockt their pearly Treasure:</div> -<div class="verse">And bad Love judge, whether did adde more grace,</div> -<div class="verse">Weeping or smiling Pearles in <i>Celia’s</i> face.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header7.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>On black Eyes.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Black Eyes; in your dark Orbs do lye,</div> -<div class="verse">My ill or happy destiny,</div> -<div class="verse">If with cleer looks you me behold,</div> -<div class="verse">You give me Mines and Mounts of Gold;</div> -<div class="verse">If you dart forth disdainfull rayes,</div> -<div class="verse">To your own dy, you turn my dayes.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Black Eyes, in your dark Orbes by changes dwell.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My bane or blisse, my Paradise or Hell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Lamp which all the Starres doth blind,</div> -<div class="verse">Yeelds to your lustre in some kind,</div> -<div class="verse">Though you do weare, to make you bright,</div> -<div class="verse">No other dresse but that of night:</div> -<div class="verse">He glitters only in the day.</div> -<div class="verse">You in the dark your Beames display.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Black Eyes, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The cunning Theif that lurkes for prize,</div> -<div class="verse">At some dark corner watching lyes;</div> -<div class="verse">So that heart-robbing God doth stand</div> -<div class="verse">In the dark Lobbies, shaft in hand,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To rifle me of what I hold</div> -<div class="verse">More pretious farre then <i>Indian</i> Gold.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Black Eyes, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh powerful Negromantick Eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Who in your circles strictly pries,</div> -<div class="verse">Will find that <i>Cupid</i> with his dart,</div> -<div class="verse">In you doth practice the blacke Art:</div> -<div class="verse">And by th’ Inchantment I’me possest,</div> -<div class="verse">Tryes his conclusion in my brest.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Black Eyes, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Look on me though in frowning wise,</div> -<div class="verse">Some kind of frowns become black eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">As pointed Diamonds being set,</div> -<div class="verse">Cast greater lustre out of Jet.</div> -<div class="verse">Those pieces we esteem most rare,</div> -<div class="verse">Which in night shadowes postur’d are.</div> -<div class="verse">Darknesse in Churches congregates the sight,</div> -<div class="verse">Devotion strayes in glaring light.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Black Eyes, in your dark Orbs by changes dwell,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My bane, or blisse, my Paradise or Hell.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header6.jpg" width="500" height="90" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>CRVELTY.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We read of Kings, and Gods that kindly took</div> -<div class="verse">A Pitcher fill’d with Water from the Brook.</div> -<div class="verse">But I have dayly tendred without thanks,</div> -<div class="verse">Rivers of tears that overflow their banks.</div> -<div class="verse">A slaughtred Bull will appease angry Jove,</div> -<div class="verse">A Horse the Sun, a Lamb the God of Love.</div> -<div class="verse">But she disdains the spotlesse sacrifice</div> -<div class="verse">Of a pure heart that at her Altar lyes:</div> -<div class="verse">Vesta [i]’s not displeas’d if her chaste Urn</div> -<div class="verse">Doe with repaired fuell ever burn;</div> -<div class="verse">But my Saint frowns, though to her honoured name</div> -<div class="verse">I consecrate a never dying flame:</div> -<div class="verse">Th’ <i>Assyrian</i> King did none i th’ furnace throw,</div> -<div class="verse">But those that to his Image did not bow:</div> -<div class="verse">With bended knees I dayly worship her,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet she consumes her own Idolater.</div> -<div class="verse">Of such a Goddesse no times leave record,</div> -<div class="verse">That burnt the Temple where she was ador’d.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header6.jpg" width="500" height="90" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Sonnet.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What ill luck had I, silly Maid that I am,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To be ty’d to a lasting vow;</div> -<div class="verse">Or ere to be laid by the side of a man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That woo’d, and cannot tell how;</div> -<div class="verse">Down didle down, down didle me.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh that I had a Clown that he might down diddle me,</div> -<div class="verse">With a courage to take mine down.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What punishment is that man worthy to have,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That thus will presume to wedde,</div> -<div class="verse">He deserves to be layd alive in his grave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That woo’d and cannot in bed;</div> -<div class="verse">Down didle down[,] down didle me.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh that I had a Lad that he might down didle me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For I feare I shall run mad.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The <span class="antiqua">Doctors</span> Touchstone.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I never did hold, all that glisters is Gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unless by the Touch it be try’d;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor ever could find, that it was a true signe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To judge a man by the outside.</div> -<div class="verse">A poor flash of wit, for a time may be fit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wrangle a question in Schools.</div> -<div class="verse">Good dressing, fine cloathes, with other fine shews,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">May serve to make painted fools.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That man will beguile, in your face that will smile,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And court you with Cap and with knee:</div> -<div class="verse">And while you’re in health, or swimming in wealth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will vow that your Servant hee’l be.</div> -<div class="verse">That man Ile commend, and would have to my friend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If I could tell where to choose him,</div> -<div class="verse">That wil help me at need, and stand me in stead,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When I have occasion to use him.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I doe not him fear, that wil swagger & sweare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And draw upon every cross word,</div> -<div class="verse">And forthwith again if you be rough & plain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be contented to put up his sword.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Him valiant I deem, that patient can seem,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fights not in every place,</div> -<div class="verse">But on good occasion, without seeking evasion[,]</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Durst look his proud Foe in the face.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Physician shal pass that is all for his glass</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And no other sign can scan,</div> -<div class="verse">Who to practice did hop, from ‘Apothecaries’ shop,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or some old Physitians man.</div> -<div class="verse">He Physick shal give to me whilst I live,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hath more strings to his Bow,</div> -<div class="verse">Experience and learning, with due deserving,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And will talk on no more then he know.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Lawyer I hate, that wil wrangle & prate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In a matter not worth the hearing:</div> -<div class="verse">And if fees do not come, can be silent & dumb,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though the cause deserves but the clearing.</div> -<div class="verse">That Lawyers for me, that’s not all for his fee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But will do his utmost endeavour</div> -<div class="verse">To stand for the right, and tug against might,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lift the truth as with a Leaver.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Shark I do scorn, that’s only well born,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And brags of his antient house,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet his birth cannot fit, with money nor wit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But feeds on his friends like a Louse,</div> -<div class="verse">That man I more prize, that by vertue doth rise</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto some worthy degree,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That by breeding hath got, what by birth he had not,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A carriage that’s noble and free.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I care not for him, that in riches doth swimme,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And flants it in every fashion,</div> -<div class="verse">That brags of his Grounds and prates of his Hounds,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And his businesse is all recreation.</div> -<div class="verse">For him I will stand, that hath wit with his Land,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And will sweat for his Countreys good,</div> -<div class="verse">That will stick to the Lawes, and in a good cause</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will adventure to spend his heart-blood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That man I despise, that thinks himself wise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Because he can talk at Table,</div> -<div class="verse">And at a rich feast break forth a poor jest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the laughter of others more able.</div> -<div class="verse">No, he hath more wit, that silent can sit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet knowes well enough how to do it,</div> -<div class="verse">That speaks with reason, & laughs in due seaso[n,]</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And when he is mov’d unto it.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I care not a fly, for a house that’s built high,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And yeelds not a cup of good beer,</div> -<div class="verse">Where scraps you may find, while Venison’s in kind</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For a week or two in a yeare.</div> -<div class="verse">He a better house keeps, that every night sleeps</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Under a Covert of thatch,</div> -<div class="verse">Where’s good Beef from the Stall, and a fire in the Hall,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where you need not to scramble nor snatch.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then lend me your Touch, for dissembling there’s much,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ile try them before I do trust.</div> -<div class="verse">For a base needy Slave, in shew may be brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And a sliding Companion seem just.</div> -<div class="verse">The man that’s down right, in heart & in sight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose life and whose looks doth agree,</div> -<div class="verse">That speaks what he thinks, and sleeps when he winks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O that’s the companion for me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>A copy of Verses of a mon[e]y -Marriage.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">No Gypsie nor no Blackamore,</div> -<div class="verse">No Bloomesbery, nor Turnbald whore,</div> -<div class="verse">Can halfe so black, so foule appeare,</div> -<div class="verse">As she I chose to be my Deare.</div> -<div class="verse">She’s wrinkled, old, she’s dry, she’s tough,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet money makes her faire enough.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">Nature’s hand shaking did dispose,</div> -<div class="verse">Her cheeks faire red unto her nose,</div> -<div class="verse">Which shined like that wanton light,</div> -<div class="verse">Misguideth wanderers in the night.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet for all this I do not care,</div> -<div class="verse">Though she be foul, her money’s faire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Her tangled Locks do show to sight,</div> -<div class="verse">Like Horses manes, whom haggs affright.</div> -<div class="verse">Her Bosome through her vaile of Lawne,</div> -<div class="verse">Shews more like Pork, her Neck like Brawn.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Yet for all this I do not care,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Though she be foul, her money’s faire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">Her teeth, to boast the Barbers fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Hang all up in his wooden frame.</div> -<div class="verse">Her lips are hairy, like the skin</div> -<div class="verse">Upon her browes, as lank as thin.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Yet for all this I do not care,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Though she be foul, her money’s faire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">Those that her company do keep,</div> -<div class="verse">Are rough hoarse coughs, to break my sleep.</div> -<div class="verse">The Palsie, Gout, and Plurisie,</div> -<div class="verse">And Issue in her legge and thigh.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Yet me it grieves not, who am sure</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That Gold can all diseases cure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">Then young men do not jeere my lot,</div> -<div class="verse">That beauty left, and money got:</div> -<div class="verse">For I have all things having Gold,</div> -<div class="verse">And beauty too, since beautie’s sold.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">For Gold by day shall please my sight,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">When all her faults lye hid at night.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header5.jpg" width="500" height="60" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The baseness of Whores.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trust no more, a wanton Whore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If thou lov’st health and freedom,</div> -<div class="verse">They are so base in every place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It’s pity that bread should feed ’um.</div> -<div class="verse">All their sence is impudence,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which some call good conditions.</div> -<div class="verse">Stink they do, above ground too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Chirurgions and Physitians.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If you are nice, they have their spice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On which they’le chew to flout you,</div> -<div class="verse">And if you not discern the plot,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You have no Nose about you.</div> -<div class="verse">Furthermore, they have in store,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For which I deadly hate ’um,</div> -<div class="verse">Perfum’d geare, to stuffe each eare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And for their cheeks Pomatum.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Liquorish Sluts, they feast their guts,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At Chuffs cost, like Princes,</div> -<div class="verse">Amber Plumes, and Mackarumes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And costly candy’d Quinces.</div> -<div class="verse">Potato plump, supports the Rump,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Eringo strengthens Nature.</div> -<div class="verse">Viper Wine, so heats the chine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’le gender with a Satyr.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Names they own were never known</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Throughout their generation,</div> -<div class="verse">Noblemen are kind to them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At least by approbation:</div> -<div class="verse">Many dote on one gay Coat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But mark what there is stampt on ’t,</div> -<div class="verse">A stone Horse wild, with toole defil’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two Goats, a Lyon rampant.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Truth to say, Paint and Array,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Makes them so highly prized.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not one well, of ten can tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If ever they were baptized.</div> -<div class="verse">And if not, then tis a blot</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Past cure of Spunge or Laver:</div> -<div class="verse">And we may sans question say</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Divel was their God-father.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now to leave them, he receive them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom they most confide in,</div> -<div class="verse">Whom that is, aske <i>Tib</i> or <i>Sis</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or any whom next you ride in.</div> -<div class="verse">If in sooth, she speaks the truth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She sayes excuse I pray you,</div> -<div class="verse">The beast you ride, where I confide,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will in due time convey you.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header3.jpg" width="500" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Lover disclosing his love to -his <span class="antiqua">Mistris</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let not sweet <i>St.</i> let not these eyes offend you,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor yet the message, that these lines impart,</div> -<div class="verse">The message my unfeined love doth send you,</div> -<div class="verse">Love that your self hath planted in my heart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For being charm’d by the bewitching art</div> -<div class="verse">Of those inveigling graces that attend you:</div> -<div class="verse">Love’s holy fire kindled hath in part</div> -<div class="verse">These never-dying flames, my breast doth send you.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now if my lines offend, let love be blam’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And if my love displease, accuse my eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">And if mine eyes sin, their sins cause only lyes</div> -<div class="verse">On your bright eyes, that hath my heart inflam’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since eyes[,] love, lines erre, then by your direction,</div> -<div class="verse">Excuse my eyes, my lines, and my affection.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header4.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The contented Prisoner his -praise of <span class="antiqua">Sack</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How happy’s that Prisoner</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That conquers his fates,</div> -<div class="verse">With silence, and ne’re</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On bad fortune complaines,</div> -<div class="verse">But carelessely playes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With his Keyes on the Grates,</div> -<div class="verse">And makes a sweet consort</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With them and his chayns.</div> -<div class="verse">He drowns care with Sack,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When his thoughts are opprest,</div> -<div class="verse">And makes his heart float,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like a Cork in his Breast.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Chorus.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then,</div> -<div class="verse">Since we are all slaves,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That Islanders be,</div> -<div class="verse">And our Land’s a large prison,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Inclos’d with the Sea:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wee’l drink up the Ocean,</div> -<div class="verse">To set our selves free,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For man is the World’s Epitome.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let Pirates weare Purple,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Deep dy’d in the blood</div> -<div class="verse">Of those they have slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The scepter to sway.</div> -<div class="verse">If our conscience be cleere,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And our title be good,</div> -<div class="verse">With the rags we have on us,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We are richer then they.</div> -<div class="verse">We drink down at night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What we beg or can borrow,</div> -<div class="verse">And sleep without plotting</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For more the next morrow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent10">Since we, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let the Usurer watch</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ore his bags and his house,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To keep that from Robbers,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He hath rackt from his debtors,</div> -<div class="verse">Each midnight cries Theeves,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At the noyse of a mouse,</div> -<div class="verse">Then see that his Trunks</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be fast bound in their Fetters.</div> -<div class="verse">When once he’s grown rich enough</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For a State plot,</div> -<div class="verse">Buff in an hower plunders</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What threescore years got.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent13">Since we, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come Drawer fill each man</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A peck of Canary</div> -<div class="verse">This Brimmer shall bid</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All our senses good-night.</div> -<div class="verse">When old <i>Aristotle</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was frolick and merry,</div> -<div class="verse">By the juice of the Grape,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He turn’d Stagarite.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Copernicus</i> once</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In a drunken fit found,</div> -<div class="verse">By the coruse [<span class="smaller">course</span>] of his brains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That the world turn’d round.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent13">Since we, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tis Sack makes our faces</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like Comets to shine,</div> -<div class="verse">And gives beauty beyond</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Complexion mask,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Diogenes</i> fell so</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In love with this Wine,</div> -<div class="verse">That when ’twas all out,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He dwelt in the Cask.</div> -<div class="verse">He liv’d by the s[c]ent</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of his Wainscoated Room;</div> -<div class="verse">And dying desir’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Tub for his Tombe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent13">Since we, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header8.jpg" width="500" height="60" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Of DESIRE.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Fire, Fire!</div> -<div class="verse">O how I burn in my desire.</div> -<div class="verse">For all the teares that I can strain</div> -<div class="verse">Out of my empty love-sick brain,</div> -<div class="verse">Cannot asswage my scorching pain.</div> -<div class="verse">Come Humber, Trent, and silver Thames,</div> -<div class="verse">The dread Ocean haste with all thy streames,</div> -<div class="verse">And if thou can’st not quench my fire,</div> -<div class="verse">Then drown both me and my Desire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Fire, Fire!</div> -<div class="verse">Oh there’s no hell to my desire.</div> -<div class="verse">See how the Rivers backward lye,</div> -<div class="verse">The Ocean doth his tide deny,</div> -<div class="verse">For fear my flames should drink them drye.</div> -<div class="verse">Come heav’nly showers, come pouring down,</div> -<div class="verse">You all that once the world did drown.</div> -<div class="verse">You then sav’d some, and now save all,</div> -<div class="verse">Which else would burn, and with me fall.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header9.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>Upon kinde and true Love.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis not how witty, nor how free,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor yet how beautifull she be,</div> -<div class="verse">But how much kinde and true to me.</div> -<div class="verse">Freedome and Wit none can confine,</div> -<div class="verse">And Beauty like the Sun doth shine,</div> -<div class="verse">But kinde and true are onely mine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let others with attention sit,</div> -<div class="verse">To listen, and admire her wit,</div> -<div class="verse">That is a rock where Ile not split.</div> -<div class="verse">Let others dote upon her eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">And burn their hearts for sacrifice,</div> -<div class="verse">Beauty’s a calm where danger lyes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But Kinde and True have been long try’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And harbour where we may confide, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? An</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And safely there at anchor ride.</div> -<div class="verse">From change of winds there we are free,</div> -<div class="verse">And need not fear Storme’s tyrannie,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor Pirat, though a Prince he be.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - -<h3><i>Upon his Constant Mistresse.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She’s not the fairest of her name,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But yet she conquers more than all the race,</div> -<div class="verse">For she hath other motives to inflame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Besides a lovely face.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s Wit and Constancy</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Charms, that strike the soule more than the Eye.</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis no easie lover knowes how to discover</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such Divinity.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yet she is an easie book,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Written in plain language for the meaner wit,</div> -<div class="verse">A stately garb, and [yet] a gracious look,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With all things justly fit.</div> -<div class="verse">But age will undermine</div> -<div class="verse">This glorious outside, that appeares so fine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When the common Lover</div> -<div class="verse">Shrinks and gives her over,</div> -<div class="verse">Then she’s onely mine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To the Platonick that applies</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His clear addresses onely to the mind;</div> -<div class="verse">The body but a Temple signifies,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wherein the Saints inshrin’d,</div> -<div class="verse">To him it is all one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whether the walls be marble, or rough stone;</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, in holy places, which old time defaces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">More devotion’s shown.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header12.jpg" width="500" height="35" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3><i>The Ghost-Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis late and cold, stir up the fire,</div> -<div class="verse">Sit close, and draw the table nigher,</div> -<div class="verse">Be merry, and drink wine that’s old,</div> -<div class="verse">A hearty medicine ’gainst the cold;</div> -<div class="verse">Your bed[’s] of wanton down the best,</div> -<div class="verse">Where you may tumble to your rest:</div> -<div class="verse">I could well wish you wenches too,</div> -<div class="verse">But I am dead, and cannot do.</div> -<div class="verse">Call for the best, the house will ring,</div> -<div class="verse">Sack, White and Claret, let them bring,</div> -<div class="verse">And drink apace, whilst breath you have,</div> -<div class="verse">You’l find but cold drinking in the grave;</div> -<div class="verse">Partridge, Plover for your dinner,</div> -<div class="verse">And a Capon for the sinner,</div> -<div class="verse">You shall finde ready when you are up,</div> -<div class="verse">And your horse shall have his sup.</div> -<div class="verse">Welcome, welcome, shall flie round,</div> -<div class="verse">And I shall smile, though under ground.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>You that delight in Trulls and Minions,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Come buy my four ropes of St. <span class="antiqua">Omers</span> Onions.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>FINIS.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 id="TABLE_OF_FIRST_LINES">Table of First Lines<br /> -<span class="smaller"><i>To the Songs and Poems in</i></span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Choice Drollery</span>, 1656.<br /> -<span class="smaller">(<span class="smcap">Now first added.</span>)</span></h3> - -<table summary="Table of first lines"> - <tr> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg smaller">page.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Maiden of the Pure Society</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A story strange I will you tell</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Stranger coming to the town</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>And will this wicked world never prove good?</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>As I went to <span class="antiqua">Totnam</span></i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Blacke eyes, in your dark orbs do lye</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i><span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, now thou art fled away</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, my White-head, let our Muses</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Deare Love, let me this evening dye</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Down lay the Shepheards Swain</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Drink boyes, drink boyes, drink and doe not spare</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Farre in the Forrest of <span class="antiqua">Arden</span></i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Fire! Fire! O, how I burn</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Fuller of wish, than hope, methinks it is</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>He that a Tinker, a Tinker, a Tinker will be</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Hide, oh hide those lovely Browes</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>How happy’s that Prisoner that conquers, &c.</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I keep my horse, I keep my W</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I love thee for thy curled hair</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I never did hold, all that glisters is gold</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><i>I tell you all, both great and small</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Idol of our sex! Envy of thine own!</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>If at this time I am derided</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>In <span class="antiqua">Celia</span> a question did arise</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>In Eighty-eight, ere I was born</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Let not, sweet saint, let not these eyes offend you</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>List, you Nobles, and attend</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Mother hath sold away her Cock</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Never was humane soule so overgrown</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>No Gypsie nor no Blackamore</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Nor Love, nor Fate dare I accuse</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Oh fire, fire, fire, where?</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>On the twelfth day of December</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>One night the great <span class="antiqua">Apollo</span>, pleas’d with <span class="antiqua">Ben</span></i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Shall I think, because some clouds</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>She’s not the fairest of her name</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The Chandler grew neer his end</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There is not halfe so warme a fire</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>This day inlarges every narrow mind</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>’Tis late and cold, stir up the fire</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>’Tis not how witty, nor how free</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Trust no more a wanton Wh—</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Uds bodykins, Chill work no more</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>We read of Kings, and Gods that kindly took</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>What ill luck had I, silly maid that I am</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When first the magick of thine eye</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When <span class="antiqua">James</span> in Scotland first began</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - -<p class="titlepage larger"><span class="smaller">AN</span><br /> -ANTIDOTE<br /> -<span class="smaller">AGAINST</span><br /> -<span class="larger">MELANCHOLY:</span><br /> -Made up in PILLS.</p> - -<p class="titlepage">Compounded of <i>Witty Ballads</i>, <i>Jovial<br /> -Songs</i>, and <i>Merry Catches</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>These witty Poems though some time [they] may seem to halt on crutches,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet they’l all merrily please you for your Charge, which not much is.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="titlepage">Printed by <i>Mer. Melancholicus</i>, to be sold in <i>London</i><br /> -and <i>Westminster</i>, 1661.<br /> -[Aprill, 18.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="ANTIDOTE_INTRODUCTION"><span class="smaller">EDITORIAL</span><br /> -INTRODUCTION<br /> -<span class="smaller">TO THE</span><br /> -ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY,<br /> -<span class="smaller">1661.</span></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Adalmar.</i>—“An Antidote!</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Restore him whom thy poisons have laid low.” ...</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Isbrand.</i>—“A very good and thirsty melody;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">What say you to it, my Court Poet?”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Wolfram.</i>—“Good melody! When I am sick o’ mornings,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">With a horn-spoon tinkling my porridge pot,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">’Tis a brave ballad.”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>T. L. Beddoes: Death’s Jest Book, Acts</i> iv. & v.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3 id="ANTIDOTE_REPRINT">§ 1. <span class="smcap">Reprint of an Antidote.</span></h3> - -<div> -<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-h.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="dropcap">Having found that sixty-five of our -previous pages, in the second volume -of the <i>Drolleries Reprint</i>, were filled -with songs and poems that also appear -in the <i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>, -1661; and that all the remaining songs and poems of the -<i>Antidote</i> (several being only obtainable therein) exceed -not the compass of three additional sheets, or forty-eight -pages, the Editor determined to include this valuable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> -book. Thus in our three volumes are given four -entire works, to exemplify this particular class of -literature, the Cavalier Drolleries of the Restoration.<a name="FNanchor_7" id="FNanchor_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></p> - -<p>To that portion of our present Appendix which is -devoted to <i>Notes to the Antidote against Melancholy</i>, -1661, we refer the reader for the admirable brief Introduction -written by John Payne Collier, Esq.; to -whose handsome Reprint of the work we owe our first -acquaintance with its pages. His knowledge of our -old literature extends over nearly a century; his opportunities -for inspecting private and public libraries -have been peculiarly great; and he has always been -most generous in communicating his knowledge to -other students, showing throughout a freedom from -jealousy and exclusiveness reminding us of the genial -Sir Walter Scott. He states:—“We have never seen -a copy of an ‘<i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>’ that was -not either imperfect, or in some places illegible from -dirt and rough usage, excepting the one we have employed: -our single exemplar is as fresh as on the day -it was issued from the press. There is an excellent -and highly finished engraving on the title-page, of -gentlemen and boors carousing; but as the repetition<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -of it for our purpose would cost more than double -every other expense attending our reprint, we have -necessarily omitted it. The same plate was afterwards -used for one of Brathwayte’s pieces; and we -have seen a much worn impression of it on a Drollery -near the end of the seventeenth century. It does not -at all add to our knowledge of the subject of our -reprint. J. P. C.”</p> - -<p>Nevertheless, the copper-plate illustration is so -good, and connects so well with the Bacchanalian and -sportive character of the “<i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>,” -and other <i>Drolleries</i>, that the present Editor -not unwillingly takes up the graver to reproduce this -<a href="#frontispiece">frontispiece</a> for the adornment of the volume and the -service of subscribers. Our own Reprint and our -engraving are made from the <i>perfect</i> specimen contained -in the Thomason Collection, and dated 1661 -(with “Aprill 18” in MS.; <a href="#Page_161">see p. 161</a>). We make a rule -always to go to the fountain-head for our draughts, -howsoever long and steep may be the ascent. Flowers -and rare fossils reward us as we clamber up, and in -good time other students learn to trust us, as being -pains-taking and conscientiously exact. The first -duty of one who aspires to be honoured as the Editor -of early literature is to faithfully reproduce his text, -unmutilated and undisguised. To amend it, and -elucidate it, so far as lies in his power, can be done<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> -befittingly in his notes and comments, while he gives -his readers a representation of the original, so nearly -in <i>fac-simile</i> as is compatible with additional beauty of -typography. Throughout our labours we have held -this principle steadily in view; and, whatever nobler -work we may hereafter attempt, the same determination -must guide us. There may be debate as to -our wisdom in reproducing some questionable <i>facetiæ</i>, -but there shall be none regarding our fidelity to the -original text.</p> - -<h3 id="ANTIDOTE_INGREDIENTS">§ 2. <span class="smcap">Ingredients of an “Antidote.”</span></h3> - -<p>A pleasant book it appeared to Cavaliers and all -who were not quite strait-laced. It is almost unobjectionable, -except for a few ugly words, and bears -comparison honourably with “<i>Merry Drollery</i>” or -“<i>Wit and Drollery</i>,” both of the same date, 1661. -Unlike the former, it is almost uninfected with political -rancour or impurity. It is a jovial book, that roysters -and revellers loved to sing their Catches from; nay, -if some laughing nymphs did not drop their eyes -over its pages we are no conjurors. A vulgar phrase -or two did not frighten them. Lucy Hutchinson herself, -the Colonel’s Puritan wife, fires many a volley of -coarse epithets without blushing; and, indeed, the -Saintly Crew occasionally indulged in foul language as -freely as the Malignants, though it was condoned as -being theologic zeal and controversial phraseology.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> - -<p>In “The Ex-Ale-tation of Ale” we forgive the -verbosity, for the sake of one verse on the noted -Ballad-writer (see note in Appendix):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For <i>ballads</i> <span class="smcap">Elderton</span> never had peer;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How went his wit in them, with how merry a gale,</div> -<div class="verse">And with all the sails up, had he been at the Cup,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And washed his beard with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>We find the character of the songs to be eminently -festive: almost every one could be chanted over a -cup of burnt Sack, and there was not entire forgetfulness -of eating: witness “The Cold Chyne,” on page -55 (our <a href="#Page_148">p. 148</a>). The Love-making is seldom visible. -Such glimpses as we gain of Puritans (Bishop Corbet’s -Hot-headed Zealot, Cleveland’s “Rotundos rot,”) are -only suggestive of playful ridicule. The Sectaries, -being no longer dangerous, are here laughed at, not -calumniated. The odd jumble of nations brought together -in those disturbed times is seen in the crowd of -lovers around the “blith Lass of Falkland town” (<a href="#Page_133">p. -133</a>) who is constant in her love of a Scottish blue -bonnet:—“<i>If ever I have a man, blew-Cap for me!</i>” -But, sitting at ease once more, not hunted into bye-ways -or exile, and with enough of ready cash to -wipe off tavern scores, or pay for braver garments -than were lately flapping in the wind, the Cavaliers -recall the exploits of their patron-saint, “St. George -for England,” the gay wedding of Lord Broghill, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -described by Sir John Suckling in 1641, the still -noisier marriage of Arthur o’ Bradley, or that imaginary -banquet afforded to the Devil, by Ben Jonson’s -Cook Lorrell, in the Peak of Derbyshire. Early -contrasts, drawn by their own grandsires, between the -Old Courtier of Queen Elizabeth and the New Courtier -of King James, are welcomed to remembrance. -They forgive “Old Noll,” while ridiculing his image -as “The Brewer,” and they repeat the earlier Ulysses -song of the “Blacksmith,” by Dr. James Smith, if only -for its chorus, “Which no body can deny.” The -grave solemnity wherewith Dr. Wilde’s “Combat of -Cocks” was told; the light-hearted buffoonery of -“Sir Eglamore’s Fight with the Dragon;” the spluttering -grimaces of Ben Jonson’s “Welchman’s praise -of Wales;” and the sustained humour as well as enthusiasm -of Dr. Henry Edwards’s “On the Vertue of -Sack” (“Fetch me Ben Jonson’s scull,” &c.), are all -crowned by the musical outburst of “The Green -Gown:”—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Pan leave piping, the Gods have done feasting,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s never a goddess a hunting to-day,” &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(see Appendix to <i>Westminster Drollery</i>, p. liv.) Our -readers may thus additionally enjoy a full-flavoured -bumper of the “<i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>.”</p> - -<p class="right">J. W. E.</p> - -<p>August, 1875.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ORIGINAL_ADDRESS"><i>To the Reader.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s no Purge ’gainst <i>Melancholly</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">But with <i>Bacchus</i> to be jolly:</div> -<div class="verse">All else are but Dreggs of Folly.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Paracelsus</i> wanted skill</div> -<div class="verse">When he sought to cure that Ill:</div> -<div class="verse">No <i>Pectorals</i> like the <i>Poets</i> quill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here are <i>Pills</i> of every sort,</div> -<div class="verse">For the <i>Country</i>, <i>City</i>, <i>Court</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Compounded and made up of sport.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If ’gainst <i>Sleep</i> and <i>Fumes</i> impure,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou, thy <i>Senses</i> would’st secure;</div> -<div class="verse">Take this, Coffee’s not half so sure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Want’st thou <i>Stomack</i> to thy Meat,</div> -<div class="verse">And would’st fain restore the heat,</div> -<div class="verse">This does it more than <i>Choccolet</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cures the <i>Spleen</i>[,] Revives the <i>blood</i>[,]</div> -<div class="verse">Puts thee in a <i>Merry</i> Mood:</div> -<div class="verse">Who can deny such <i>Physick</i> good?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nothing like to Harmeles <i>Mirth</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis a Cordiall On earth</div> -<div class="verse">That gives <i>Society</i> a Birth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then be wise, and buy, not borrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Keep an <i>Ounce</i> still for to Morrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Better than a <i>pound</i> of <i>Sorrow</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">N. D.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ORIGINAL_CONTENTS"><i>Ballads, Songs, and Catches in this Book.</i></h2> - -<table summary="Contents of the Antidote against Melancholy"> - <tr class="smaller"> - <td></td> - <td></td> - <td class="center">Original:</td> - <td class="center" colspan="2">Our</td> - </tr> - <tr class="smaller"> - <td></td> - <td></td> - <td class="center">page.</td> - <td class="center">vols,</td> - <td class="center">page</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">1.</td> - <td>The Exaltation of a <i>Pot of Good Ale</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">1</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">2.</td> - <td>The Song of <i>Cook-Lawrel</i>, by Ben Johnson</td> - <td class="tdr">9</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">3.</td> - <td>The Ballad of <i>The Black-smith</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">11</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">225</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">4.</td> - <td>The Ballad of <i>Old Courtier and the New</i></td> - <td class="tdr">14</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">5.</td> - <td>The Ballad of the Wedding of <i>Arthur of Bradley</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">16</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">312</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">6.</td> - <td>The Ballad of the <i>Green Gown</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">20</td> - <td class="tdr">i.</td> - <td class="tdr">Ap. 54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">7.</td> - <td>The Ballad of the <i>Gelding of the Devil</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">21</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">200</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">8.</td> - <td>The Ballad of <i>Sir Eglamore</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">25</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">257</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">9.</td> - <td>The Ballad of <i>St. George for England</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">26</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">10.</td> - <td>The Ballad of <i>Blew Cap for me</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">29</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">11.</td> - <td>The Ballad of the <i>Several Caps</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">31</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">12.</td> - <td>The Ballad of the <i>Noses</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">33</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">143</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">13.</td> - <td>The Song of the <i>Hot-headed Zealot</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">35</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">14.</td> - <td>The Song of the <i>Schismatick Rotundos</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">37</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">15.</td> - <td>A Glee in praise of <i>Wine</i> [<i>Let souldiers</i>],</td> - <td class="tdr">39</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">218</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">16.</td> - <td>Sir John Sucklin’s Ballad of the <i>Ld. L. Wedding</i>.</td> - <td class="tdr">40</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">101</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">17.</td> - <td>The <i>Combat of Cocks</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">44</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">18.</td> - <td>The <i>Welchman’s prayse of Wales</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">47</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">19.</td> - <td>The <i>Cavaleer’s Complaint</i> [and <i>Answer</i>],</td> - <td class="tdr">49</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">20.</td> - <td>Three several Songs in praise of <i>Sack</i></td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td>[: <i>Old Poets Hipocrin</i>, &c.</td> - <td class="tdr">52</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td><i>Hang the Presbyter’s Gill</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">53</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td><i>’Tis Wine that inspires</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">54</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td>[A Glee to the Vicar,</td> - <td colspan="3" class="tdr">W.D. Int.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td>[On a Cold Chyne of Beef,</td> - <td class="tdr">55</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td>[A Song of <i>Cupid</i> Scorned,</td> - <td class="tdr">56</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">21.</td> - <td>On the <i>Vertue of Sack</i>, by Dr. Hen. Edwards</td> - <td class="tdr">57</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">22.</td> - <td>The <i>Medly of Nations</i>, to several tunes,</td> - <td class="tdr">59</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">127</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">23.</td> - <td>The Ballad of the Brewer,</td> - <td class="tdr">62</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">221</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr">24.</td> - <td>A Collection of 40 [34] more Merry Catches and Songs.</td> - <td class="tdr">65-76</td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td>[Of these 34, ten are given in Merry Drollery, Complete, on pages 296, - 304, 308, 232, 337, 300, 280, 318, 348, and 341. The others are added - in this volume</td> - <td class="tdr"></td> - <td class="tdr">iii.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ANTIDOTE" class="gothic">Pills to Purge Melancholly.</h2> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 1.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>The Ex-Ale-tation of ALE.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not drunken, nor sober, but neighbour to both,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I met with a friend in <i>Ales-bury</i> Vale;</div> -<div class="verse">He saw by my Face, that I was in the Case</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To speak no great harm of a <i>Pot of good Ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then did he me greet, and said, since we meet</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(And he put me in mind of the name of the Dale)</div> -<div class="verse">For <i>Ales-burys</i> sake some pains I would take,</div> -<div class="verse">And not <i>bury</i> the praise of a <i>Pot of good Ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The more to procure me, then he did adjure me</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If the <i>Ale</i> I drank last were nappy and stale,</div> -<div class="verse">To do it its right, and stir up my sprite,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fall to commend a <i>pot</i> [<i>of good ale</i>]. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>passim.</i></span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quoth I, To commend it I dare not begin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lest therein my Credit might happen to fail;</div> -<div class="verse">For, many men now do count it a sin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But once to look toward a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet I care not a pin, For I see no such sin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor any thing else my courage to quail:</div> -<div class="verse">For, this we do find, that take it in kind,</div> -<div class="verse">Much vertue there is in a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And I mean not to taste, though thereby much grac’t,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor the <i>Merry-go-down</i> without pull or hale,</div> -<div class="verse">Perfuming the throat, when the stomack’s afloat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With the Fragrant sweet scent of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor yet the delight that comes to the <i>Sight</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To see how it flowers and mantles in graile,</div> -<div class="verse">As green as a <i>Leeke</i>, with a smile in the cheek,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The true Orient colour of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But I mean the <i>Mind</i>, and the good it doth find,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not onely the <i>Body</i> so feeble and fraile;</div> -<div class="verse">For, <i>Body</i> and <i>Soul</i> may blesse the <i>black bowle</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since both are beholden to a <i>Pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For, when <i>heavinesse</i> the mind doth oppresse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And <i>sorrow</i> and <i>grief</i> the heart do assaile,</div> -<div class="verse">No remedy quicker than to take off your Liquor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to wash away <i>cares</i> with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Widow</i> that buried her Husband of late,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will soon have forgotten to weep and to waile,</div> -<div class="verse">And think every day twain, till she marry again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If she read the contents of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It is like a <i>belly-blast</i> to a <i>cold heart</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And warms and engenders the <i>spirits vitale</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">To keep them from domage all sp’rits owe their homage</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the <i>Sp’rite of the buttery</i>, a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And down to the <i>legs</i> the vertue doth go,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to a bad <i>Foot-man</i> is as good as a <i>saile</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">When it fill the Veins, and makes light the Brains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No <i>Lackey</i> so nimble as a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The naked complains not for want of a coat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor on the cold weather will once turn his taile;</div> -<div class="verse">All the way as he goes, he cuts the wind with his Nose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he be but well wrapt in a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The hungry man takes no thought for his meat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though his stomack would brook a <i>ten-penny</i> naile;</div> -<div class="verse">He quite forgets hunger, thinks on it no longer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he touch but the sparks of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Poor man</i> will praise it, so hath he good cause,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That all the year eats neither <i>Partridge</i> nor <i>Quaile</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">But sets up his rest, and makes up his Feast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a crust of <i>brown bread</i>, and a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Shepherd</i>, the <i>Sower</i>, the <i>Thresher</i>, the <i>Mower</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The one with his <i>Scythe</i>, the other with his <i>Flaile</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Take them out by the poll, on the peril of my soll,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All will hold up their hands to a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Black-Smith</i>, whose bellows all Summer do blow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With the fire in his Face still, without e’re a vaile,</div> -<div class="verse">Though his throat be full dry, he will tell you no lye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But where you may be sure of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who ever denies it, the Pris’ners will prayse it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That beg at [the] Grate, and lye in the <i>Goale</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">For, even in their <i>fetters</i> they thinke themselves better,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">May they get but a two-penny black <i>pot of Ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The begger, whose portion is alwayes his prayers,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not having a tatter to hang on his taile,</div> -<div class="verse">Is rich in his rags, as the churle in his bags,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he once but shakes hands with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It drives his poverty clean out of mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Forgetting his <i>brown bread</i>, his <i>wallet</i>, and <i>maile</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">He walks in the house like a <i>six footed Louse</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he once be inricht with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And he that doth <i>dig</i> in the <i>ditches</i> all day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And wearies himself quite at the <i>plough-taile</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Will speak no less things than of <i>Queens</i> and of <i>Kings</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he touch but the top of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis like a Whetstone to a <i>blunt wit</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And makes a supply where Nature doth fail:</div> -<div class="verse">The dullest wit soon will look quite through the Moon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If his temples be wet with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then <span class="smcap">Dick</span> to his <i>Dearling</i>, full boldly dares speak,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though before (silly Fellow) his courage did quaile,</div> -<div class="verse">He gives her the <i>smouch</i>, with his hand on his pouch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he meet by the way with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And it makes the <i>Carter</i> a <i>Courtier</i> straight-way;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Rhetorical termes he will tell his tale;</div> -<div class="verse">With <i>courtesies</i> great store, and his Cap up before,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Being school’d but a little with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Old man</i>, whose tongue wags faster than his teeth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(For old age by Nature doth drivel and drale)</div> -<div class="verse">Will frig and will fling, like a Dog in a string,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he warm his cold blood with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And the good <i>Old Clarke</i>, whose sight waxeth dark,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ever he thinks the Print is to[o] small,</div> -<div class="verse">He will see every Letter, and say Service better,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he glaze but his eyes with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>cheekes</i> and the <i>jawes</i> to commend it have cause;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For where they were late but even wan and pale,</div> -<div class="verse">They will get them a colour, no <i>crimson</i> is fuller,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By the true die and tincture of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mark her Enemies, though they think themselves wise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How <i>meager</i> they look, with how low a waile,</div> -<div class="verse">How their cheeks do fall, without sp’rits at all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That alien their minds from a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now that the grains do work in my brains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Me thinks I were able to give by retaile</div> -<div class="verse">Commodities store, a dozen and more,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That flow to Mankind from a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <span class="smcap">Muses</span> would muse any should it misuse:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For it makes them to sing like a <i>Nightingale</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">With a lofty trim note, having washed their throat</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With the <i>Caballine</i> Spring of a <i>pot of good ale</i>. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? Castalian</span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And the <i>Musician</i> of any condition,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It will make him reach to the top of his <i>Scale</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">It will clear his pipes, and moisten his lights,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he drink <i>alternatim</i> a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Poet</i> Divine, that cannot reach Wine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Because that his money doth many times faile,</div> -<div class="verse">Will hit on the vein to make a good strain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he be but <i>inspir’d</i> with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For <i>ballads</i> <span class="smcap">Elderton</span> never had Peer;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How went his wit in them, with how merry a Gale,</div> -<div class="verse">And with all the Sails up, had he been at the Cup,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And washed his beard with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And the power of it showes, no whit less in <i>Prose</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It will file one’s Phrase, and set forth his Tale:</div> -<div class="verse">Fill him but a Bowle, it will make his Tongue troul,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For <i>flowing speech</i> flows from a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And <i>Master Philosopher</i>, if he drink his part,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will not trifle his time in the <i>huske</i> or the <i>shale</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">But go to the <i>kernell</i> by the depth of his Art,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To be found in the bottom of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Give a <i>Scholar</i> of <span class="smcap">Oxford</span> a pot of <i>Sixteen</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And put him to prove that an <i>Ape</i> hath no <i>taile</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And sixteen times better his wit will be seen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If you fetch him from <i>Botley</i> a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus it helps <i>Speech</i> and <i>Wit</i>: and it hurts not a whit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But rather doth further the <i>Virtues Morale</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">Then think it not much if a little I touch</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The good moral parts of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To the <i>Church</i> and <i>Religion</i> it is a good Friend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or else our Fore-Fathers their wisedome did faile,</div> -<div class="verse">That at every mile, next to the <i>Church</i> stile,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Set a <i>consecrate house</i> to a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But now, as they say, <i>Beer</i> bears it away;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The more is the pity, if right might prevaile:</div> -<div class="verse">For, with this same <i>Beer</i>, came up <i>Heresie</i> here,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The old <i>Catholicke drink</i> is a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Churches</i> much ow[e], as we all do know,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For when they be drooping and ready to fall,</div> -<div class="verse">By a <i>Whitson</i> or <i>Church-ale</i>, up again they shall go,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And owe their <i>repairing</i> to a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Truth</i> will do it right, it brings <i>Truth</i> to light,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many bad matters it helps to reveal:</div> -<div class="verse">For, they that will drink, will speak what they think:</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><span class="smcap">Tom</span> <i>tell-troth</i> lies hid in a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It is <i>Justices</i> Friend, she will it commend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For all is here served by <i>measure</i> and <i>tale</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">Now, <i>true-tale</i> and <i>good measure</i> are <i>Justices</i> treasure,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And much to the praise of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And next I alledge, it is <i>Fortitudes</i> edge[,]</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For a very Cow-heard, that shrinks like a Snaile,</div> -<div class="verse">Will swear and will swagger, and out goes his Dagger,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he be but arm’d with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yea, <span class="smcap">ale</span> hath her <i>Knights</i> and <i>Squires</i> of Degree,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That never wore Corslet, nor yet shirts of Maile,</div> -<div class="verse">But have fought their fights all, twixt the pot and the wall,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When once they were dub’d with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And sure it will make a man suddenly <i>wise</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Er’e-while was scarce able to tell a right tale:</div> -<div class="verse">It will open his jaw, he will tell you the <i>Law</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As make a right <i>Bencher</i> of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or he that will make a <i>bargain</i> to gain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In <i>buying</i> or <i>setting</i> his goods forth to <i>sale</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Must not plod in the mire, but sit by the fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seale up his Match with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But for <i>Soberness</i>, needs must I confess,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The matter goes hard; and few do prevaile</div> -<div class="verse">Not to go too deep, but <i>temper</i> to keep,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such is the <i>Attractive</i> of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But here’s an amends, which will make all Friends,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ever doth tend to the best availe:</div> -<div class="verse">If you take it too deep, it will make you but sleep;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So comes no great harm of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If (reeling) they happen to fall to the ground,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The fall is not great, they may hold by the Raile:</div> -<div class="verse">If into the water, they cannot be drown’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For that gift is given to a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If drinking about they chance to fall out,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fear not that <i>Alarm</i>, though flesh be but fraile;</div> -<div class="verse">It will prove but some blowes, or at most a bloody nose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Friends again straight with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And <i>Physic</i> will favour <span class="smcap">ale</span>, as it is bound,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And be against <i>Beere</i> both tooth and naile;</div> -<div class="verse">They send up and down, all over the town</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get for their Patients a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their <i>Ale-berries</i>, <i>cawdles</i>, and <i>Possets</i> each one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And <i>Syllabubs</i> made at the Milking-pale,</div> -<div class="verse">Although they be many, <i>Beere</i> comes not in any,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But all are composed with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And in very deed the <i>Hop’s</i> but a Weed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Brought o’re against Law, and here set to sale:</div> -<div class="verse">Would the Law were renew’d, and no more <i>Beer</i> brew’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But all men betake them to a <i>Pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Law</i> that will take it under his wing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For, at every <i>Law-day</i>, or <i>Moot of the hale</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">One is sworn to serve our <i>Soveraigne</i> the <span class="smcap">King</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the ancient <i>Office</i> of a <span class="smcap">conner</span> of <span class="smcap">ale</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s never a Lord of <i>Mannor</i> or of a Town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By strand or by land, by hill or by dale,</div> -<div class="verse">But thinks it a <i>Franchise</i>, and a <i>Flow’r</i> of the <span class="smcap">Crown</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To hold the <i>Assize</i> of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And though there lie <i>Writs</i> from the <i>Courts Paramount</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To stay the proceedings of <i>Courts Paravaile</i>;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Law</i> favours it so, you may come, you may go,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There lies no <i>Prohibition</i> to a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They talk much of <i>State</i>, both early and late,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But if <i>Gascoign</i> and <i>Spain</i> their <i>Wine</i> should but faile,</div> -<div class="verse">No remedy then, with us <i>Englishmen</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But the <i>State</i> it must stand by a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And they that sit by it are good men and quiet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No dangerous <i>Plotters</i> in the Common-weale</div> -<div class="verse">Of <i>Treason</i> and <i>Murder</i>: For they never go further</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than to call for, and pay for a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To the praise of <span class="smcap">Gambrivius</span> that good <i>Brittish King</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1">That devis’d for his Nation (by the <i>Welshmen’s</i> tale)</div> -<div class="verse">Seventeen hundred years before <span class="smcap">Christ</span> did spring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The happy invention of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>North</i> they will praise it, and praise with passion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where every <i>River</i> gives name to a <i>Dale</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">There men are yet living that are of th’ old fashion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No <i>Nectar</i> they know but a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <span class="smcap">Picts</span> and the <span class="smcap">Scots</span> for <span class="smcap">ale</span> were at lots,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So high was the skill, and so kept under seale;</div> -<div class="verse">The <span class="smcap">Picts</span> were undone, slain each mothers son,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For not teaching the <span class="smcap">Scots</span> to make <i>Hether Eale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But hither or thither, it skils not much whether:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For Drink must be had, men live not by <i>Keale</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Not by <i>Havor-bannocks</i> nor by <i>Havor-jannocks</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The thing the <span class="smcap">Scots</span> live on is a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now, if ye will say it, I will not denay it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That many a man it brings to his bale:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet what fairer end can one wish to his Friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Th an to dye by the part of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet let not the innocent bear any blame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It is their own doings to break o’re the pale:</div> -<div class="verse">And neither the <i>Malt</i>, nor the good wife in fault,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If any be potted with a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They tell whom it kills, but say not a word,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How many a man liveth both sound and hale,</div> -<div class="verse">Though he drink no <i>Beer</i> any day in the year,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By the <i>Radical humour</i> of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But to speak of <i>Killing</i>, that am I not willing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For that in a manner were but to raile:</div> -<div class="verse">But <i>Beer</i> hath its name, ’cause it brings to the <i>Biere</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Therefore well-fare, say I, to a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Too many (I wis) with their deaths proved this,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And, therefore (if ancient Records do not faile),</div> -<div class="verse">He that first brew’d the <i>Hop</i> was rewarded with a <i>rope</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And found his <i>Beer</i> far more <i>bitter</i> than <span class="smcap">Ale</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O <span class="smcap">Ale</span>[!] <i>ab alendo</i>, the <i>Liquor</i> of <span class="smcap">Life</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That I had but a mouth as big as a <i>Whale</i>!</div> -<div class="verse">For mine is too little to touch the least tittle</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That belongs to the praise of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus (I trow) some <i>Vertues</i> I have mark’d you out,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And never a <i>Vice</i> in all this long traile,</div> -<div class="verse">But that after the <i>Pot</i> there cometh the <i>Shot</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that’s th’ onely <i>blot</i> of a <i>pot of good ale</i>.—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With that my Friend said, that <i>blot</i> will I bear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You have done very well, it is time to strike saile,</div> -<div class="verse">Wee’l have six pots more, though I dye on the score,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make all this good of a <i>Pot of good ALE</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> - -<p>[Followed by Ben Jonson’s Cook Lorrel, and by The Blacksmith: -for which see <i>Merry Drollery, Complete</i>, pp. 214-17, -225-30.]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 14.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>An Old Song of an Old Courtier and a New.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With an Old Song made by an Old Ancient pate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of an Old worshipful Gentleman who had a great Estate;</div> -<div class="verse">Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And an old Porter to relieve the Poore at his Gate,</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like an old Courtier of the Queens</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With an old Lady whose anger and [<span class="smaller">? one</span>] good word asswages,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who every quarter payes her old Servants their wages,</div> -<div class="verse">Who never knew what belongs to Coachmen, Footmen, & Pages,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But kept twenty thrifty old Fellows, with blew-coats and badges,</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like an old Courtier of the Queens</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With an old Study fill’d full of Learned books,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With an old Reverent Parson, you may judge him by his looks,</div> -<div class="verse">With an old Buttery hatch worn quite off the old hooks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And an old Kitching, which maintains half a dozen old cooks;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like an old Courtier of the Queens</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With an old Hall hung round about with Guns, Pikes, and Bowes,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">With old swords & bucklers, which hath born[e] many shrew’d blows,</div> -<div class="verse">And an old Frysadoe coat to cover his Worships trunk hose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And a cup of old Sherry to comfort his Copper Nose;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like an old Courtier of the Queens</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With an old Fashion, when <i>Christmas</i> is come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To call in his Neighbours with Bag-pipe and Drum,</div> -<div class="verse">And good chear enough to furnish every old Room,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And old liquor able to make a cat speak, and a wise man dumb;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like an Old</i> [<i>Courtier of the Queens</i>.]</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With an old Hunts-man, a Falkoner, and a Kennel of Hounds;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which never Hunted, nor Hawked but in his own Grounds;</div> -<div class="verse">Who like an old wise man kept himself within his own bounds,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And when he died gave every child a thousand old pounds;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like an Old</i> [<i>Courtier of the Queens</i>.]</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But to his eldest Son his house and land he assign’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Charging him in his Will to keep the same bountiful mind,</div> -<div class="verse">To be good to his Servants, and to his Neighbours kind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But in th’ ensuing Ditty you shall hear how he was enclin’d;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like a young Courtier of the Kings</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="center">[Part Second.]</p> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like a young Gallant newly come to his Land,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That keeps a brace of Creatures at’s own command,</div> -<div class="verse">And takes up a thousand pounds upon’s own Band,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lieth drunk in a new Tavern, till he can neither go nor stand;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like a young</i> [<i>Courtier of the Kings</i>].</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With a neat Lady that is fresh and fair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who never knew what belong’d to good housekeeping or care,</div> -<div class="verse">But buyes several Fans to play with the wanton ayre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seventeen or eighteen dressings of other womens haire;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like a young</i> [<i>Courtier of the Kings</i>].</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With a new Hall built where the old one stood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wherein is burned neither coale nor wood,</div> -<div class="verse">And a new Shuffel-board-table where never meat stood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hung Round with Pictures, which doth the poor little good.</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like a young</i> [<i>Courtier of the Kings</i>].</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With a new study stuff’t full of Pamphlets and playes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a new Chaplin, that swears faster then he prayes,</div> -<div class="verse">With a new Buttery hatch that opens once in four or five dayes,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">With a new <i>French-Cook</i> to make Kickshawes and Tayes;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>like a young Courtier of the Kings</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With a new Fashion, when <i>Christmasse</i> is come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a journey up to <i>London</i> we must be gone,</div> -<div class="verse">And leave no body at home but our new Porter <i>John</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who relieves the poor with a thump on the back with a stone;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like a young</i> [<i>Courtier of the Kings</i>].</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With a Gentleman-Vsher whose carriage is compleat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a Footman, a Coachman, a Page to carry meat,</div> -<div class="verse">With a waiting Gentlewoman, whose dressing is very neat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who when the master hath dyn’d gives the servants litle meat;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like a young</i> [<i>Courtier of the Kings</i>].</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With a new honour bought with his Fathers Old Gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That many of his Fathers Old Manors hath sold,</div> -<div class="verse">And this is the occasion that most men do hold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That good Hous[e]-keeping is now-a-dayes grown so cold;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Like a young Courtier of the Kings</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> - -<p>[Here follow, Arthur of Bradley (see <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -p. 312); The Green Gown: “Pan leave piping,” (see <i>Westm. -Droll.</i>, Appendix, p. 54); Gelding of the Devil: “Now listen a -while, and I will you tell” (see <i>Merry D., C.</i>, p. 200); Sir Egle -More (<i>ibid</i>, p. 257); and St. George for England (<i>ibid</i>, p. 309). -But, as the variations are great, in the last of these, it is here -given from the <i>Antidote ag. Mel.</i>, p. 26.]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 26.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>The Ballad of St. George for England.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why should we boast of <i>Arthur</i> and his Knights?</div> -<div class="verse">Know[ing] how many men have perform’d fights;</div> -<div class="verse">Or why should we speak of Sir <i>Lancelot du Lake</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Or Sir <i>Trestram du Leon</i>, that fought for the Lady’s sake;</div> -<div class="verse">Read old storyes, and there you’l see</div> -<div class="verse">How St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, did make the Dragon flee:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was for <i>England</i>, St. <i>Denis</i> was for <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sing <i>Hony soitt qui Mal y pense</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To speak of the Monarchy, it were two Long to tell;</div> -<div class="verse">And likewise of the <i>Romans</i>, how far they did excel,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Hannibal</i> and <i>Scipio</i>, they many a field did fight;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Orlando Furioso</i> he was a valiant Knight;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Romulus</i> and <i>Rhemus</i> were those that <span class="smcap">Rome</span> did build,</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, the Dragon he hath kill’d;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Jephtha</i> and <i>Gidion</i> they led their men to fight</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Gibeonites</i> and <i>Amonites</i>, they put them all to flight;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Hercul’es Labour was in the Vale of Brass,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Sampson</i> slew a thousand with the Jaw-bone of an Asse,</div> -<div class="verse">And when he was blind pull’d the Temple to the ground:</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, the Dragon did confound.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Valentine</i> and <i>Orson</i> they came of <i>Pipins</i> blood,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Alphred</i> and <i>Aldrecus</i> they were brave Knights and good,</div> -<div class="verse">The four sons of <i>Amnon</i> that fought with <i>Charlemaine</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir <i>Hugh de Burdeaux</i> and <i>Godfray</i> of <i>Bolaigne</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">These were all <i>French</i> Knights the <i>Pagans</i> did Convert,</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, pull’d forth the Dragon’s heart:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Henry</i> the fifth he Conquered all <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">He quartered their Armes, his Honour to advance,</div> -<div class="verse">He razed their Walls, and pull’d their Cities down,</div> -<div class="verse">And garnished his Head with a double treble Crown;</div> -<div class="verse">He thumbed the <i>French</i>, and after home he came!</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, he made the Dragon <i>tame</i>:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">St. <i>David</i> you know, loves <i>Leeks</i> and tosted <i>Cheese</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Jason</i> was the Man, brought home the <i>Golden</i> Fleece;</div> -<div class="verse">St. <i>Patrick</i> you know he was St. <i>Georges</i> Boy,</div> -<div class="verse">Seven years he kept his Horse, and then stole him away,</div> -<div class="verse">For which Knavish act, a slave he doth remain;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, he hath the Dragon slain:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Tamberline</i>, the Emperour, in Iron Cage did Crown,</div> -<div class="verse">With his bloody Flag’s display’d before the Town;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Scanderbag</i> magnanimous <i>Mahomets Bashaw</i> did dread,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose Victorious Bones were worn when he was dead;</div> -<div class="verse">His <i>Bedlerbegs</i>, his Corn like drags, <i>George Castriot</i> was he call’d,</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, the Dragon he hath maul’d:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was for <i>England</i>, St. <i>Denis</i> was for <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sing <i>Hony soit qui mal y pense</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Ottoman</i>, the <i>Tartar</i>, <i>Cham</i> of <i>Persia’s</i> race,</div> -<div class="verse">The great <i>Mogul</i>, with his Chests so full of all his Cloves and Mace,</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Grecian</i> youth <i>Bucephalus</i> he manly did bestride,</div> -<div class="verse">But those with all their Worthies Nine, St. <i>George</i> did them deride,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Gustavus Adolphus</i> was <i>Swedelands</i> Warlike King,</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, pull’d forth the Dragon’s sting.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was for <i>England</i>, St. <i>Dennis</i> was for <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sing <i>Hony soit qui mal y pense</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Pendragon</i> and <i>Cadwallader</i> of <i>British</i> blood doe boast,</div> -<div class="verse">Though <i>John</i> of <i>Gant</i> his foes did daunt, St. <i>George</i> shal rule the roast;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Agamemnon</i> and <i>Cleomedon</i> and <i>Macedon</i> did feats,</div> -<div class="verse">But, compared to our Champion, they were but merely cheats;</div> -<div class="verse">Brave <i>Malta</i> Knights in <i>Turkish</i> fights, their brandisht swords out-drew,</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i> met the Dragon, and ran him through and through:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Bidea</i>, the Amazon, <i>Photius</i> overthrew,</div> -<div class="verse">As fierce as either <i>Vandal</i>, <i>Goth</i>, <i>Saracen</i>, or <i>Jew</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">The potent <i>Holophernes</i>, as he lay in his bed,</div> -<div class="verse">In came wise <i>Judith</i> and subtly stool[e] his head;</div> -<div class="verse">Brave <i>Cyclops</i> stout, with <i>Jove</i> he fought, Although he showr’d down Thunder;</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i> kill’d the Dragon, and was not that a wonder:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Mark Anthony</i>, Ile warrant you Plaid feats with <i>Egypts</i> Queen,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir <i>Egla More</i> that valiant Knight, the like was never seen,</div> -<div class="verse">Grim <i>Gorgons</i> might, was known in fight, old <i>Bevis</i> most men frighted,</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Myrmidons</i> & <i>Presbyter John</i>, why were not those men knighted?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Brave <i>Spinola</i> took in <i>Breda</i>, <i>Nasaw</i> did it recover,</div> -<div class="verse">But St. <i>George</i>, St. <i>George</i>, he turn’d the Dragon over and over:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">St. <i>George</i> he was for <i>England</i>, St. <i>Denis</i> was for <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Sing, <i>Hony soit qui mal y pense</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Ballad <span class="antiqua">call’d</span> Blew Cap for me.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come hither thou merriest of all the Nine, <span class="original-page">[p. 29.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come, sit you down by me, and let us be jolly;</div> -<div class="verse">And with a full Cup of <i>Apollo’s</i> wine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wee’l dare our Enemy mad Melancholly;</div> -<div class="verse">And when we have done, wee’l between us devise</div> -<div class="verse">A pleasant new Dity by Art to comprise:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And of this new Dity the matter shall be,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If ever I have a man, blew cap for me</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">There dwells a blith Lass in <i>Falkland</i> Town</div> -<div class="verse">And she hath Suitors I know not how many,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And her resolution she had set down</div> -<div class="verse">That she’l have a <i>Blew Cap</i>, if ever she have any.</div> -<div class="verse">An <i>Englishman</i> when our geod Knight was there,</div> -<div class="verse">Came often unto her, and loved her dear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet still she replyed, Geod Sir, La be,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If ever I have a man, blew cap for me</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A <i>Welchman</i> that had a long Sword by his side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Red Doublet, red Breech, and red Coat, and red Peard,</div> -<div class="verse">Was made a great shew of a great deal of pride,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was tell her strange tales te like never heard;</div> -<div class="verse">Was recon her pedegree long pefore <i>Prute</i>[,]</div> -<div class="verse">No body was near that could her Confute;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But still she reply’d, Geod Sir la be,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If ever I have a man, blew Cap for me</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A <i>Frenchman</i> that largely was booted and spurr’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Long Lock with a ribbon, long points and long preeshes,</div> -<div class="verse">Was ready to kisse her at every word,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And for the other exercises his fingers itches;</div> -<div class="verse">You be prety wench <i>a Metrel, par ma Foy</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Dear me do love you, be not so coy;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet still replyed, Geod Sir, la be;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If ever I have a man, blew Cap for me</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">An <i>Irishman</i>, with a long skeen in his Hose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did think to obtain her, it was no great matter,</div> -<div class="verse">Up stairs to the chamber so lightly he goes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That she never heard him until he came at her,</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, I do love thee, by Fait and by Trot,</div> -<div class="verse">And if thou wilt know it, experience shall sho’t,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet still she reply’d, Geod sir, la be,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If ever I have a man, blew Cap for me</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A <i>Netherland</i> Mariner came there by chance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose cheekes did resemble two rosting pome-watters,</div> -<div class="verse">And to this Blith lasse this sute did advance;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Experience had taught him to cog, lie, and flatter;</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, I will make thee sole Lady of the sea,</div> -<div class="verse">Both <i>Spanyard</i> and <i>English</i> man shall thee obey:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet still she replyed, [Geod sir, La be,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If ever I have a man, blew cap for me</i>].</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last came a <i>Scotchman</i> with a <i>blew Cap</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that was the man for whom she had tarryed,</div> -<div class="verse">To get this Blyth lass it was his Giud hap,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They gan to <i>Kirk</i> and were presently married;</div> -<div class="verse">She car’d not whether he were Lord or Leard,</div> -<div class="verse">She call’d him sick a like name as I ne’r heard,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get him from aw she did well agree,</div> -<div class="verse">And still she cryed, <i>blew Cap</i> thou art welcome to mee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 30.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>The Ballad of the Caps.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Wit hath long beholding been</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto the Cap to keep it in;</div> -<div class="verse">But now the wits fly out amain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In prayse to quit the Cap again;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The Cap that keeps the highest part</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Obtains the place by due desert:</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i> [<i>what ere it bee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Is still the signe of some degree.</i>]</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Monmouth</i> Cap, the Saylors thrumbe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that wherein the Tradesmen come,</div> -<div class="verse">The Physick Cap, the Cap Divine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that which Crownes the Muses nine,</div> -<div class="verse">The Cap that fooles do Countenance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The goodly Cap of Maintenance.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sickly Cap both plain and wrought,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Fudling cap, how ever bought,</div> -<div class="verse">The worsted, Furr’d, the Velvet, Sattin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For which so many pates learn Latin;</div> -<div class="verse">The Cruel cap, the Fustian Pate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Perewig, a Cap of late:</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Souldiers that the <i>Monmoth</i> wear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On Castles tops their Ensigns rear;</div> -<div class="verse">The Sea-man with his Thrumb doth stand</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On higher parts then all the Land;</div> -<div class="verse">The Tradesmans Cap aloft is born,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By vantage of a stately horn.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Physick Cap to dust can bring</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Without controul the greatest King:</div> -<div class="verse">The Lawyers Cap hath Heavenly might</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make a crooked action straight;</div> -<div class="verse">And if you’l line him in the fist,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Cause hee’l warrant as he list.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Both East and West, and North and South,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where ere the Gospel hath a mouth</div> -<div class="verse">The Cap Divine doth thither look:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tis Square like Scholars and their Books:</div> -<div class="verse">The rest are Round, but this is Square</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To shew their Wits more stable are:</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Jester he a Cap doth wear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which makes him Fellow for a Peer,</div> -<div class="verse">And ’tis no slender piece of Wit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To act the Fool, where great Men sit,</div> -<div class="verse">But O, the Cap of <i>London</i> Town!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wis, ’tis like a goodly Crown.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sickly Cap[,] though wrought with silk,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is like repentance, white as milk;</div> -<div class="verse">When Caps drop off at health apace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Cap doth then your head uncase,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The sick mans Cap (if wrought can tell)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though he be sick, his cap is well.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fudling Cap by <i>Bacchus</i> Might,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Turns night to day, and day to night;</div> -<div class="verse">We know it makes proud heads to bend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Lowly feet for to Ascend:</div> -<div class="verse">It makes men richer then before,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By seeing doubly all their score.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The furr’d and quilted Cap of age</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can make a mouldy proverb sage,</div> -<div class="verse">The Satin and the Velvet hive</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Into a Bishoprick may thrive,</div> -<div class="verse">The Triple Cap may raise some hope,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If fortune serve, to be a Pope;</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Perewig, O, this declares</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The rise of flesh, though fall of haires,</div> -<div class="verse">And none but Grandsiers can proceed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So far in sin, till they this need,</div> -<div class="verse">Before the King who covered are,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And only to themselves stand bare.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For any Cap, what ere it bee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Is still the signe of some degree.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> - -<p>[Next follow A Ballad of the Nose (see <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -p. 143), and A Song of the Hot-headed Zealot: <i>to the tune -of “<span class="antiqua">Tom a Bedlam</span>”</i> (Dr. Richard Corbet’s, <i>Ibid</i>, p. 234).]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 37.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>A Song On the Schismatick Rotundos.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once I a curious Eye did fix,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To observe the tricks</div> -<div class="verse">Of the <i>schismatics</i> of the Times,</div> -<div class="verse">To find out which of them</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Was the merriest Theme,</div> -<div class="verse">And best would befit my Rimes.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Arminius</i> I found solid,</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Socinians</i> were not stolid,</div> -<div class="verse">Much Learning for Papists did stickle.</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>But ah, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, <span class="antiqua">Rotundos</span> rot,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, <span class="antiqua">Rotundos</span> rot,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>’Tis you that my spleen doth tickle.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And first to tell must not be forgot,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">How I once did trot</div> -<div class="verse">With a great Zealot to a Lecture,</div> -<div class="verse">Where I a Tub did view,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Hung with apron blew:</div> -<div class="verse">’Twas the Preachers, as I conjecture.</div> -<div class="verse">His life and his Doctrine too</div> -<div class="verse">Were of no other hue,</div> -<div class="verse">Though he spake in a tone most mickle;</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>But ah, ha, ha, ha, &c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He taught amongst other prety things</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That the Book of <i>Kings</i></div> -<div class="verse">Small benefit brings to the godly,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Beside he had some grudges</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At the Book of <i>Judges</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And talkt of <i>Leviticus</i> odly.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Wisedome</i> most of all</div> -<div class="verse indent3">He declares <i>Apocryphal</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Beat <i>Bell</i> and the <i>Dragon</i> like <i>Michel</i>:</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>But, ah, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gainst Humaine Learning next he enveyes</div> -<div class="verse indent3">and most boldly say’s,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis that which destroyes Inspiration:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Let superstitious sence</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And wit be banished hence,</div> -<div class="verse">With Popish Predomination:</div> -<div class="verse">Cut <i>Bishops</i> down in hast,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And <i>Cathedrals</i> as fast</div> -<div class="verse">As corn that’s fit for the sickle:</div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>But ah, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, <span class="antiqua">Rotundos</span>, rot,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha <span class="antiqua">Rotundos</span> rot,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>’Tis you that my spleen doth tickle.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> - -<p>[The three next in the <i>Antidote</i>, respectively by Aurelian Townshend -(?), Sir John Suckling, and “by T. R.” (or Dr. Thomas -Wild?), are to be found also in our <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -pp. 218, 101, and 242. <a href="#APPENDIX">See Appendix Notes.</a>]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 47.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>The Welshmans Song, in praise of Wales.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’s not come here to tauke of <i>Prut</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">From whence the <i>Welse</i> dos take hur root;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor tell long Pedegree of Prince <i>Camber</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose linage would fill full a Chamber,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor sing the deeds of ould Saint <i>Davie</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">The Ursip of which would fill a Navie,</div> -<div class="verse">But hark me now for a liddell tales</div> -<div class="verse">Sall make a great deal to the creddit of <i>Wales</i>:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For her will tudge your eares,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With the praise of hur thirteen Seers,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And make you as clad and merry,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As fourteen pot of Perry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis true, was wear him Sherkin freize,</div> -<div class="verse">But what is that? we have store of seize, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>i.e.</i> cheese,</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And Got is plenty of Goats milk</div> -<div class="verse">That[,] sell him well[,] will buy him silk</div> -<div class="verse">Inough, to make him fine to quarrell</div> -<div class="verse">At <i>Herford</i> Sizes in new apparrell;</div> -<div class="verse">And get him as much green Melmet perhap,</div> -<div class="verse">Sall give it a face to his Monmouth Cap.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But then the ore of <i>Lemster</i>;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Py Cot is uver a Sempster;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That when he is spun, or did[,]</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Yet match him with hir thrid.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Aull this the backs now, let us tell yee,</div> -<div class="verse">Of some provision for the belly:</div> -<div class="verse">As Kid and Goat, and great Goats Mother,</div> -<div class="verse">And Runt and Cow, and good Cows uther.</div> -<div class="verse">And once but tast on the Welse Mutton,</div> -<div class="verse">Your <i>Englis</i> Seeps not worth a button.</div> -<div class="verse">And then for your Fisse, shall choose it your disse,</div> -<div class="verse">Look but about, and there is a Trout,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A Salmon, Cot, or Chevin,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Will feed you six or seven,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As taull man as ever swagger</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With <i>Welse</i> Club, and long dagger.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But all this while, was never think</div> -<div class="verse">A word in praise of our <i>Welse</i> drink:</div> -<div class="verse">And yet for aull that, is a Cup of <i>Bragat</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Aull <i>England</i> Seer may cast his Cap at.</div> -<div class="verse">And what say you to Ale of <i>Webly</i>[?],</div> -<div class="verse">Toudge him as well, you’ll praise him trebly,</div> -<div class="verse">As well as <i>Metheglin</i>, or <i>Syder</i>, or <i>Meath</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Sall sake it your dagger quite out o’ th seath.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And Oat-Cake of <i>Guarthenion</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With a goodly Leek or Onion,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To give as sweet a rellis</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As e’r did Harper <i>Ellis</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yet is nothing now all this,</div> -<div class="verse">If our Musicks we do misse;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Both Harps, and Pipes too; and the Crowd</div> -<div class="verse">Must aull come in, and tauk aloud,</div> -<div class="verse">As lowd as <i>Bangu</i>, <i>Davies</i> Bell,</div> -<div class="verse">Of which is no doubt you have hear tell:</div> -<div class="verse">As well as our lowder <i>Wrexam</i> Organ,</div> -<div class="verse">And rumbling Rocks in the Seer of <i>Glamorgan</i>;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where look but in the ground there,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And you sall see a sound there:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That put her all to gedder,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Is sweet as measure pedder.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[Followed, in <i>An Antidote</i>, by the excellent poems, The Cavalier’s -Complaint; to the tune of (Suckling’s) <i>I’le tell thee, Dick, -&c.</i>, with The Answer. For these, see <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -pp. 52-56, and 367.]:</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 52.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>On a Pint of <span class="smcap">Sack</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old poets Hipocrin admire,</div> -<div class="verse">And pray to water to inspire</div> -<div class="verse">Their wit and Muse with heavenly fire;</div> -<div class="verse">Had they this Heav’nly Fountain seen,</div> -<div class="verse">Sack both their Well and Muse had been,</div> -<div class="verse">And this Pint-pot their Hipocrin.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Had they truly discovered it</div> -<div class="verse">They had like me thought it unfit</div> -<div class="verse">To pray to water for their wit.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And had adored Sack as divine,</div> -<div class="verse">And made a Poet God of Wine,</div> -<div class="verse">And this pint-pot had been a shrine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sack unto them had been in stead</div> -<div class="verse">Of Nectar, and their heav’nly bread,</div> -<div class="verse">And ev’ry boy a Ganimed;</div> -<div class="verse">Or had they made a God of it,</div> -<div class="verse">Or stil’d it patron of their wit,</div> -<div class="verse">This pot had been a temple fit.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Well then Companions is’t not fit,</div> -<div class="verse">Since to this Jemme we ow[e] our wit,</div> -<div class="verse">That we should praise the Cabonet,</div> -<div class="verse">And drink a health to this divine,</div> -<div class="verse">And bounteous pallace of our wine[?]:</div> -<div class="verse">Die he with thirst that doth repine!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 53.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>A Song in Praise of <span class="smcap">Sack</span>.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hang the <i>Presbyters</i> Gill, bring a pint of Sack, <i>Will</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">More <i>Orthodox</i> of the two,</div> -<div class="verse">Though a slender dispute, will strike the Elf mute,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Here’s one of the honester Crew.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In a pint there’s small heart, Sirrah, bring a Quart;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There is substance and vigour met,</div> -<div class="verse">’Twill hold us in play, some part of the day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But wee’l sink him before Sun-set:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The daring old Pottle, does now bid us battle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let us try what our strength can do;</div> -<div class="verse">Keep your ranks and your files, and for all his wiles,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wee’l tumble him down stayrs too.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then summon a Gallon, a stout Foe and a tall one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And likely to hold us to’t;</div> -<div class="verse">Keep but Coyn in your purse, the word is Disburse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ile warrant he’le sleep at your foot.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let’s drain the whole Celler, Pipes, Buts, and the Dweller,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If the Wine floats not the faster;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Will</i>, when thou dost slack us, by warrant from <i>Bacchus</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We will cane thy tun-belli’d Master.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 54.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>In the praise of WINE.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis Wine that inspires,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And quencheth Loves fires,</div> -<div class="verse">Teaches fools how to rule a S[t]ate:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mayds ne’re did approve it</div> -<div class="verse">Because those that doe love it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Despise and laugh at their hate.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The drinkers of beer</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did ne’re yet appear</div> -<div class="verse">In matters of any waight;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis he whose designe</div> -<div class="verse">Is quickn’d by wine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That raises things to their height.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We then should it prize</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For never black eyes</div> -<div class="verse">Made wounds which this could not heale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who then doth refuse,</div> -<div class="verse">To drink of this Juice</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is a foe to the Comon weale.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[Followed by A Glee to the Vicar, beginning, “Let the bells -ring, and the boys sing:” for which see the Introduction to our -edition of <i>Westminster Drollery</i>, pp. xxxvii-viii.]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 55.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>On a Cold Chyne of BEEF.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bring out the Old Chyne, the Cold Chyne to me,</div> -<div class="verse">And how Ile charge him come and see,</div> -<div class="verse">Brawn tusked, Brawn well sowst and fine,</div> -<div class="verse">With a precious cup of Muscadine:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>How shall I sing, how shall I look,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>In honour of the Master-Cook?</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Pig shall turn round and answer me,</div> -<div class="verse">Canst thou spare me a shoulder[?], a wy, a wy.</div> -<div class="verse">The Duck, Goose and Capon, good fellows all three</div> -<div class="verse">Shall dance thee an antick[,] so shall the turkey;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But O! the cold Chyne, the cold Chyne for me:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>How shall I sing, how shall I look,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>In honour of the Master-Cook?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With brewis Ile noynt thee from head to th’ heel,</div> -<div class="verse">Shal make thee run nimbler then the new oyld wheel[;]</div> -<div class="verse">With Pye-crust wee’l make thee</div> -<div class="verse">The eighth wise man to be;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But O! the cold Chyne, the cold Chyne for me:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>How shall I sing, how shall I look,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>In honour of the Master-Cook?</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 56.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>A Song of Cupid Scorn’d.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In love[?] away, you do me wrong,</div> -<div class="verse">I hope I ha’ not liv’d so long</div> -<div class="verse">Free from the Treachery of your eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Now to be caught and made a prize,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">No, Lady, ’tis not all your art,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Can make me and my freedome part.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Come, fill’s a cup of sherry, and let us be merry,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>There shall nought but pure wine</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Make us love-sick or pine,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Wee’l hug the cup and kisse it, we’l sigh when ere we misse it;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>For tis that, that makes us jolly,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And sing hy trololey lolly.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In love, ’tis true, with <i>Spanish</i> wine,</div> -<div class="verse">Or the <i>French</i> juice <i>Incarnadine</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">But truly not with your sweet Face,</div> -<div class="verse">This dimple, or that hidden grace,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ther’s far more sweetnesse in pure Wine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then in those Lips or Eyes of thine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1"><span class="smcap">Chorus</span> (<i>Come, fill’s a cup of sherry, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your god[,] you say, can shoot so right,</div> -<div class="verse">Hee’l wound a heart ith darkest night:</div> -<div class="verse">Pray let him throw away a dart,</div> -<div class="verse">And try if he can hit my heart.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No <i>Cupid</i>, if I shall be thine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Turn <i>Ganimed</i> and fill us Wine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1"><span class="smcap">Chorus</span> (<i>Come, fill’s a cup of sherry, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> - -<p>[The three next are common to the <i>Antidote</i> and <i>Merry Drollery, -Compleat</i>, with a few verbal differences: On the Vertue of -Sack, by Dr. Henry Edwards; The Medley of the Nations; and -The Brewer, A Ballad made in the Year 1657, To the Tune of -<i>The Blacksmith</i>. For them, see <i>M. D., C.</i>, pp. 293, 127, 221. -These three poems are followed by “A Collection of Merry -Catches,” thirty-four in number, of which only ten are found in -<i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, (viz., 3. “Now that the Spring;” 5. -“Call <i>George</i> again;” 9. “She that will eat;” 13. “The Wise-men -were but Seven;” 14. “Shew a room!” 15. “O! the wily -wily Fox;” 17. “Now I am married;” 19. “There was three -Cooks in Colebrook;” 22. “If any so wise is;” and 29. “What -fortune had I,”) on pp. 296, 304, 308, 232, 337, 300, 280, 318, -348, and 341, respectively. See notes on them, also, in Appendix -to <i>M. D., C.</i> One other, first in the <i>Antidote</i>, had appeared -earlier in <i>Choice Drollery</i>, <a href="#Page_52">p. 52</a>: “He that a Tinker,” &c., <i>q.v.</i>]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 65.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2. You merry Poets[,] old Boyes</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Of <i>Aganippes</i> Well,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Full many tales have told boyes</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Whose liquor doth excell,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And how that place was haunted</div> -<div class="verse indent2">By those that love good wine;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who tipled there, and chaunted</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Among the <i>Muses</i> nine:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where still they cry’d[,] drink clear, boyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And you shall quickly know it,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That ’tis not lowzy Beer, boyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But wine, that makes a Poet.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 66.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">4. Mong’st all the precious Juices</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Afforded for our uses,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ther’s none to be compar’d with Sack:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">For the body or the mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">No such Physick you shall find,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Therefore boy see we do not lack.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Would’st thou hit a lofty strain,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">With this Liquor warm thy brain,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And thou Swain shalt sing as sweet as <i>Sidney</i>;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Or would’st thou laugh and be fat,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ther’s not any like to that</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To make <i>Jack Sprat</i> a man of kidney.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">[It] Is the soul of mirth</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To poor Mortals upon Earth;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">It would make a coward bold as <i>Hector</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Nay I wager durst a Peece,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That those merry Gods of <i>Greece</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drank old Sack and <i>Nector</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 67.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">6. Come, come away to the Tavern I say,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For now at home ’tis washing day:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Leave your prittle prattle, and fill us a pottle[;]</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You are not so wise as <i>Aristotle</i>:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drawer come away, let’s make it Holy day.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Anon, Anon, Anon, Sir: what is’t you say[?]</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">7. There was an old man at <i>Walton</i> cross, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Waltham</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who merrily sung when he liv’d by the loss;</div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Hey tro-ly loly lo</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He never was heard to sigh a hey ho,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But he sent it out with <i>Hey troly loly lo</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">He chear’d up his heart,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">When his goods went to wrack[,]</div> -<div class="verse indent6">With a hem, boy, Hem!</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And a cup of old Sack;</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Sing, <i>hey troly loly lo</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">8. Come, let us cast <i>Dice</i> who shall drink,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mine is <i>twelve</i>, and his <i>sice sink</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Six</i> and <i>Fowr</i> is thine, and he threw <i>nine</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Come away, <i>Sink tray</i>; <i>Size ace</i>, fair play;</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Quater-duce</i> is your throw Sir; <span class="original-page">[p. 68.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Quater-ace</i>, they run low, sir:</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Two Dewces</i>, I see; <i>Dewce ace</i> is but three:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Oh! where is the Wine? Come, fill up his glasse,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For here is the man has thrown <i>Ams-ace</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">10. Never let a man take heavily the clamor of his wife,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But be rul’d by me, and lead a merry life;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Let her have her will in every thing,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">If she scolds, then laugh and sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent9"><i>Hey derry, derry, ding</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">11. Let’s cast away care, and merrily sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">There is a time for every thing;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">He that playes at work, and works at his play,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Neither keeps working, nor yet Holy day:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Set business aside, and let us be merry,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And drown our dull thoughts in Canary and Sherry.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">12. Hang sorrow, and cast away care,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And let us drink up our Sack:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They say ’tis good to cherish the blood,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And for to strengthen the back:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Tis Wine that makes the thoughts aspire,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And fills the body with heat;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Besides ’tis good, if well understood <span class="original-page">[p. 69.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">To fit a man for the feat;</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Then call, and drink up all,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>The drawer is ready to fill:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Pox take care, what need we to spare,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>My Father has made his will.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 70.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">16. My lady and her Maid, upon a merry pin,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They made a match at F—ting, who should the wager win.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Jone</i> lights three candles then, and sets them bolt upright;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">With the first f—— she blew them out,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With the next she gave them light:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In comes my Lady then, with all her might and main,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And blew them out, and in and out, and out and in again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">18. An old house end, an old house end,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And many a good fellow wants mon[e]y to spend.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">If thou wilt borrow</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Come hither to morrow</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I dare not part so soon with my friend[.]</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But let us be merry, and drink of our sherry,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But to part with my mon[e]y I do not intend[.]</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then a t—d in thy teeth, and an old house end.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 71.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">20. Wilt thou lend me thy Mare to ride a mile</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No; she’s lame going over a stile,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But if thou wilt her to me spare</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thou shalt have mony for thy mare:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Oh say you so, say you so,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mon[e]y will make my mare to go.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>THE ANSWER.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">21. Your mare is lame; she halts downe right,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then shall we not get to <i>London</i> to night:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">You cry’d ho, ho, mon[e]y made her go,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But now I well perceive it is not so[.]</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You must spur her up, and put her to’t</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Though mon[e]y will not make her goe, your spurs will do’t.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 72.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">23. Good <i>Symon</i>, how comes it your Nose looks so red,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And your cheeks and lips look so pale?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Sure the heat of the tost your Nose did so rost,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">When they were both sous’t in Ale.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">It showes like the Spire of <i>Pauls</i> steeple on fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Each Ruby darts forth (such lightning) Flashes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">While your face looks as dead, as if it were Lead</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And cover’d all over with ashes.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Now to heighten his colour, yet fill his pot fuller</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And nick it not so with froth,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Gra-mercy, mine Host! it shall save the[e] a Toast</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sup <i>Simon</i>, for here is good broth.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">24. Wilt thou be Fatt, Ile tell thee how,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thou shalt quickly do the Feat;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And that so plump a thing as thou</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Was never yet made up of meat:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drink off thy Sack, twas onely that</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Made <i>Bacchus</i> and <i>Jack Falstafe</i>, Fatt.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Now, every Fat man I advise,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That scarce can peep out of his eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which being set, can hardly rise; <span class="original-page">[p. 73.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drink off his Sack, and freely quaff:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Twil make him lean, but me [to] laugh</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To tell him how —— ’tis on a staff.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">25. Of all the <i>Birds</i> that ever I see,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The <i>Owle</i> is the fairest in her degree;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For all the day long she sits in a tree,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And when the night comes, away flies she;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To whit, to whow, to whom drink[’st] thou,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Sir Knave to thou;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">This song is well sung, I make you a vow, <span class="original-page">[p. 73.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">And he is a knave that drinketh now;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nose, Nose, Nose, and who gave thee that jolly red Nose?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">[Cinnamon and gin-ger,]</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nutmegs and Cloves, and that gave thee thy jolly red Nose.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">26. This Ale, my bonny Lads, is as brown as a berry,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then let us be merry here an houre,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And drink it ere its sowre</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Here’s to the[e], lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come to me, lad;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Let it come Boy, To my Thumb boy.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Drink it off Sir; ’tis enough Sir;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Fill mine Host, <i>Tom’s</i> Pot and Toast.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">27. What! are we met? come, let’s see</div> -<div class="verse indent3">If here’s enough to sing this Glee.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Look about, count your number,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Singing will keep us from crazy slumber;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">1, 2, and 3, so many there be that can sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The rest for wine may ring:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Here is <i>Tom</i>, <i>Jack</i> and <i>Harry</i>;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sing away and doe not tarry,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Merrily now let’s sing, carouse, and tiple,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Here’s <i>Bristow</i> milk, come suck this niple,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">There’s a fault sir, never halt Sir, before a criple.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">28. Jog on, jog on the Foot path-way,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And merrily hen’t the stile-a;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Your merry heart go’es all the day,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Your sad tires in a mile-a.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Your paltry mony bags of Gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">What need have we to stare-for,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When little or nothing soon is told,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And we have the less to care-for?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Cast care away, let sorrow cease, <span class="original-page">[p. 74.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">A Figg for Melancholly;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Let’s laugh and sing, or if you please,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">We’l frolick with sweet <i>Dolly</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p> - -<h3>A SONG.</h3> - -<p class="center"><i>Translated out of Greek.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">30. The parcht <i>Earth</i> drinks the <i>Rain</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Trees</i> drink it up again;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The <i>Sea</i> the <i>Ayre</i> doth quaff,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol</i> drinks the <i>Ocean</i> off;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And when that Health is done,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Pale <i>Cinthia</i> drinks the sun:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Why, then, d’ye stem my drinking Tyde,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Striving to make me sad, I will, I will be mad.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 75.]</span></p> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">31. Fly, Boy, Fly, Boy, to the Cellars bottom:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">View well your Quills and Bung, Sir.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Draw Wine to preserve the Lungs Sir;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Not rascally Wine to Rot u’m.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">If the Quill runs foul,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Be a trusty soul, and cane it;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For the Health is such</div> -<div class="verse indent2">An ill drop will much profane it.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>UPON A WELCHMAN.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">32. A Man of <i>Wales</i>, a litle before <i>Easter</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ran on his Hostes score for Cheese a teaster:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His Hostes chalkt it up behind the doore,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And said, For Cheese (good Sir) Come pay the score:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Cod’s <i>Pluternails</i> (quoth he) what meaneth these?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">What dost thou think her knows not Chalk from Cheese?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> - -<h3>A SONG.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">33. Drink, drink, all you that think</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To cure your souls of sadnesse;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Take up your Sack, ’tis all you lack,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">All worldly care is madness.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Let Lawyers plead, and Schollars read,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And Sectaries still conjecture,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Yet we can be as merry as they,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With a Cup of <i>Apollo’s</i> nectar.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Let gluttons feed, and souldiers bleed,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And fight for reputation,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Physicians be fools to fill up close stools,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And cure men by purgation:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Yet we have a way far better than they,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which <i>Galen</i> could never conjecture,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To cure the head, nay quicken the dead,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With a cup of <i>Apollo’s</i> Nectar.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">We do forget we are in debt</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When we with liquor are warmed;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">We dare out-face the Sergeant’s Mace, <span class="original-page">[p. 76.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">And Martiall Troops though armed.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The <i>Swedish</i> King much honour did win,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And valiant was as <i>Hector</i>;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Yet we can be as valiant as he,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With a cup of <i>Apollo’s</i> Nectar.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Let the worlds slave his comfort have,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And hug his hoards of treasure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Till he and his wish meet both in a dish,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So dies a miser in pleasure.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Tis not a fat farm our wishes can charm,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">We scorn this greedy conjecture;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">’Tis a health to our friend, to whom we commend</div> -<div class="verse indent2">This cup of <i>Apollo’s</i> Nectar.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">The Pipe and the Pot, are our common shot,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Wherewith we keep a quarter;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Enough for to choak with fire and smoak</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The Great <i>Turk</i> and the <i>Tartar</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Our faces red, our ensignes spread,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Apollo</i> is our Protector:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To rear up the Scout, to run in and out,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And drink up this cup of Nectar.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>A CATCH.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">34. Welcome, welcome again to thy wits,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">This is a Holy day:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I’le have no plots nor melancholly fits,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But merrily passe the time away:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">They are mad that are sad;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Be rul’d, by me,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And none shall be so merry as we;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">The Kitchin shall catch cold no more,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And we’l have no key to the Buttery dore,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The fidlers shall sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And the house shall ring,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And the world shall see</div> -<div class="verse indent5">What a merry couple,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Merry couple,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">We will be.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>FINIS.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="ANTIDOTE_POSTSCRIPT">EDITORIAL POSTSCRIPT:</h2> - -<h3>1.—ON THE “AUTHOR” OF -<i>AN ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY</i>, -1661.</h3> - -<p>Thanks be to the worthy bookseller, George -Thomason,<a name="FNanchor_8" id="FNanchor_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> for prudence in laying aside the “tall -copy” of this amusing book, from which we make our -transcript of text and engraving. Probably it did not -exceed two shillings, in price; (at least, we have seen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> -that Anthony à Wood’s uncropt copy of “<i>Merry Drollery</i>,” -1661, is marked in contemporary manuscript -at “1s. 3d.,” each part). The title says:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>These witty Poems, though sometime [they]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>may seem to halt on crutches,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet they’l all merrily please you</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>for your charge, which not much is.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Who was the “N. D.” to whose light labours we are -indebted for the compounding of these “Witty Ballads, -jovial Songs, and merry Catches” in Pills warranted to -cure the ills of Melancholy, had not hitherto been -ascertained<a name="FNanchor_9" id="FNanchor_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a>; or whether he wrote anything beside the -above couplet, and the humorous address To the -Reader, beginning,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>There’s no Purge ’gainst <span class="antiqua">Melancholy</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But with <span class="antiqua">Bacchus</span> to be jolly:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>All else are but dreggs of Folly, &c.</i> (<a href="#Page_111">p. 111.</a>)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p> - -<p>As we suspected (flowing though his verse might be), -he was more of bookseller than ballad-maker. His -injunctions for us to “be wise and <i>buy</i>, not <i>borrow</i>,” -had a terribly tradesman-like sound. Yet he was right. -Book-borrowing is an evil practice; and book-lending -is not much better. Woeful chasms, in what should be -the serried ranks of our Library companions, remind -us pathetically, in too many cases (book-cases, especially,) -of some Coleridge-like “lifter” of Lambs, -who made a raid upon our borders, and carried off -plunder, sometimes an unique quarto, on other days -an irrecoverable duodecimo: With Schiller, we bewail -the departed,—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>The beautiful is vanished, and returns not.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The title of “<i>Pills to Purge Melancholy</i>” was by -Playford and Tom D’Urfey afterwards employed, and -kept alive before the public, in many a volume from -before 1684 until 1720, if not later. Whether “N. -D.” himself were the “Mer[cury] Melancholicus” -whose name appears as printer, for the book to be -“sold in London and Westminster,” is to us not doubtful. -By April 18, 1661,<a name="FNanchor_10" id="FNanchor_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> Thomason had secured his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> -copy, and there need be no question that it was for -sport, and not through any fear of rigid censorship or -malicious pettifogging interference by the law, that, -instead of printer’s name, this pseudonym or nickname -was adopted.</p> - -<p>We believe that the mystery shrouding the personality -of “N. D.” can be dispelled. The discovery -helps us in more ways than one, and connects the -<i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>, of 1661, in an intelligible -and legitimate manner, with much jocular literature of -later date. To us it seems clear that N. D. was no -other than <span class="smcap">[He]n[ry] [Playfor]d</span>. The triplets addressed -in 1661 To the Reader, beginning “There’s -no purge ’gainst Melancholy,” are repeated at commencement -of the 1684 edition of “<i>Wit and Mirth; -or, an Antidote to Melancholy</i>” (the third edition of -“<i>Pills to Purge Melancholy</i>”) where they are entitled -“The Stationer to the Reader,” and signed, not -“N. D.,” but “H. P.;” for Henry Playford, whose -name appears in full as publisher “near the Temple -Church.” Thus, the repetition or alteration of the -original title, “<i>An Antidote against Melancholy, made -up in Pills</i>,” or, as the head-line puts it, “<i>Pills to -Purge Melancholy</i>,” was, in all probability, a perfectly -business-like reproduction of what Playford had himself -originated. What relation Henry Playford was -to John Playford, the publisher of “<i>Select Ayres</i>,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> -“<i>Choice Ayres</i>,” 1652, &c., we are not yet certain. -Thirteen of the longest and most important poems -from the 1661 <i>Antidote</i><a name="FNanchor_11" id="FNanchor_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> re-appear in that of 1684, -beside four of the Catches. Indeed, the transmission -of many of these Lyrics (by the editions of 1699, -1700, 1706, 1707) to the six volume edition, superintended -by Tom D’Urfey in 1719-20, is unbroken; -though we have still to find the edition published -between 1661 and 1684.</p> - -<p>But even the 1661 <i>Antidote</i> is not entitled to bear -the credit of originating the phrase: <i>Pills to purge -Melancholy</i>. So far as we know, by personal search, -this belongs to Robert Hayman, thirty years earlier. -Among his <i>Quodlibets</i>, 1628, on p. 74, we find the -following epigram:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="center">“To one of the elders of the Sanctified Parlour of -Amsterdam.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Though thou maist call my merriments, my folly,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They are my Pills to purge my melancholy;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They would purge thine too, wert thou not foole-holy.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3>EDITORIAL POSTSCRIPT: 2.—ARTHUR O’ BRADLEY.</h3> - -<p class="center">(<i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, p. 312, 395; <i>Antidote ag. Mel.</i>, p. 16.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Before we came in we heard a great shouting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all that were in it look’d madly;</div> -<div class="verse">But some were on Bull-back, some dancing a morris,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And some singing Arthur-a-Bradley.”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">—(<span class="smcap">Robin Hood’s Birth</span>, &c.<br /> -Printed by Wm. Onlen, about 1650. In<br /> -<i>Roxburghe Collection of Black-Letter<br /> -Ballads</i>, i., 360.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>So long ago as the Editor can remember, the -words and music of “Arthur o’ Bradley’s Wedding” -rang pleasantly in his ears. The jovial rollicking -strain prepared him to feel interest in the bridal -attire of Shakespeare’s Petruchio; who, not improbably, -when about to be married unto “Kate the Curst,” -borrowed the details of costume and demeanour from -this popular hero of song. Or <i>vice versa</i>. To this -day, the <i>lilt</i> of the tune holds a fascination, and we -sometimes behold, under favourable planetary aspects, -the long procession of dancing couples who have, -during three centuries, footed the grass, the rashes, or -chalked floor, to that jig-melody, accompanied by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> -bagpipes or fiddle of some rustic Crowdero. Can it -be possible? Yes, the line is headed by the venerable -Queen Elizabeth, holding up her fardingale with -tips of taper fingers, and looking preternaturally grim, -to show that dancing is a serious undertaking for a -virgin sovereign (especially when the Spanish Ambassador -watches her, with comments of wonder that the -Head of the Church can dance at all). Yet is there a -sly under-glance that tells of fun, to those who are her -Majesty’s familiars. Her “Cousin James” is not the -neatest figure as a partner (which accounts for her -having chosen Leicester instead, let alone chronology); -but we see him, close behind, with Anne of Denmark, -twirling his crooked little legs about in obedience -to the music, until his round hose swell like -hemispheres on school-maps. “Baby Charles and -Steenie,” half mockingly, follow after with the Infanta. -We did once catch a glimpse of handsome Carr and -his wicked paramour, Frances Howard, trying to join -the Terpsichorean revellers; but, beautiful as they -both were, it was felt necessary to exclude them, “for -the honour of Arthur o’ Bradley,” since they possessed -none of their own. What a gallant assemblage of -poets and dramatists covered the buckle and snapped -their fingers gleefully to the merry notes! Foremost -among them was rare Ben Jonson (unable to resist -clothing Adam Overdo in Arthur’s own mantle); and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> -honest Thomas Dekker “followed after in a dream” -(as had been memorably printed on our <a href="#Page_7">seventh page</a> -of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>), thinking of Bellafront’s repentance, -and her quotation of the well-known burden, -“O brave Arthur o’ Bradley, then!” A score of poets -are junketting with merry milkmaids and Wives of -Windsor. Richard Brathwaite (the creator of Drunken -Barnaby) is not absent from among them; although -he sees, outside the circle that for a moment has -formed around a Maypole, an angry crowd of schismatic -Puritans, who are scowling at them with malignant -eyes, and denunciations misquoted from Scripture. -Many a fair Precisian, nevertheless, yields to -the honeyed pleading of a be-love-locked Cavalier, and -the irresistible charms of “Arthur o’ Bradley, ho!” -showing the prettiest pair of ankles, and the most delightful -mixture of bashfulness and enjoyment; until -the Roundhead Buff-coats prove too numerous, and -whisk her off to a conventicle, where, the sexes sitting -widely apart, for aught we know, the crop-eared rout -sing unpoetic versions of the Psalmist to the tune of -Arthur o’ Bradley, “godlified” and eke expurgated.</p> - -<p>Cromwell, we know, loved music, withal, and it is -not unlikely that those two ladies are his daughters, -whom we behold dancing somewhat stiffly in John -Hingston’s music-chamber; Mrs. Claypole and her -sister, Mrs Rich: there are L’Estrange, who fiddles<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> -to them, and Old Noll, smiling pleasantly, though the -tune be Arthur o’ Bradley. Our Second Charles (not -yet “Restored”) is also dancing to it, at the Hague -(as we see in Janssen’s Windsor picture), with the -Princess Palatine Elizabeth, and such a bevy of bright -faces round them, that we lose our heart entirely. -Can we not see him again—crowned now, and self-acknowledged -as “Old Rowley”—at one of the many -balls in Whitehall recorded by Samuel Pepys,<a name="FNanchor_12" id="FNanchor_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> entering<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> -gaily into all the mirth with that grave, swarthy -face of his; not noticing the pouts of Catherine, who -sits neglected while The Castlemaine laughs loudly, -the fair Stewart simpers, and the little spaniels bark -or caper through the palace, snapping at the dancers’ -heels? Be sure that pretty Nelly and saucy Knipp -were also well acquainted with the music of “rare -Arthur o’ Bradley,” as indeed were thousands of the -play-goers to whom the former once sold oranges.</p> - -<p>And lower ranks delighted in it. Pierce, the Bagpiper, -is himself the central figure, when we look -again, “with cheeks as big as a mitre,” such time as -that table-full of Restoration revellers (whom we catch -sight of in our <a href="#frontispiece">frontispiece</a> to the <i>Antidote</i>, 1661) are -beginning to shake a toe in honour of the music.</p> - -<p>So it continues for two centuries more, with all -varieties of costume and feature. Certain are we that -plump Sir Richard Steele whistled the tune, and Dean -Swift gave the Dublin ballad-singer a couple of thirteens -for singing it. Dr. Johnson grunted an accompaniment -whenever he heard the melody, and James -Boswell insisted on dancing to it, though a little -“overtaken,” and got his sword entangled betwixt his -legs, which cost him a fall and a plastered head-piece, -by no means for the only time on record. It is reported -that good old George the Third was seen endeavouring -to persuade Queen Charlotte to accompany<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> -him on the Spinnet, while he set their numerous -olive-branches jigging it delightedly “<i>for the honour of -<span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span></i>.” But whenever Dr. John Wolcot -was reported to be prowling near at hand, with Peter -Pindaresque eyes, the motion ceased. Well was it -loved by honest Joseph Ritson, <i>impiger, iracundus -inexorabilis, acer</i>—better than vegetable diet and -eccentric spelling, or the flagellation of inexact antiquarian -Bishops. We ourselves may have beheld -him in high glee perusing the black-letter ballad, and -rectifying its corrupt text by the <i>Antidote against -Melancholy’s</i>. How lustily he skipped, shouting meanwhile -the burden of “<i>brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>!</i>” so -that unconsciously he joined the ten-mile train of -dancers. They are still winding around us, some in -a Nineteenth-Century garb (a little tattered, but it -adds to the picturesqueness), blithe Hop-pickers of -West-Bridge Deanery. There are a few New Zealanders, -we understand, waiting to join the throng, -(including Macaulay’s own particular circumnavigating -meditator, yet unborn); so that as long as the world -wags no welcome may be lacking to the mirth and -melody, jigging and joustling,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>For the honour of <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>O rare <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>O brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>. O!</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> - -<p>Having relieved our feelings, for once, we resume the -sober duties of Annotation in a chastened spirit:—</p> - -<p>In <i>Merry Drollery Compleat</i>, Reprint (Appendix, p. -401), we gave the full quotation from a Sixteenth Century -Interlude, <i>The Contract of Marriage between Wit and -Wisdom</i>, the point being this:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>For the honour of <span class="antiqua">Artrebradley</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>This age would make me swear madly</i>!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Arthur o’ Bradley is mentioned by Thomas Dekker, -near the end of the first part of his <i>Honest Whore</i>, 1604; -when Bellafront, assuming to be mad, hears that Mattheo -is to marry her, she exclaims—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Shall he? O brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> of <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>, then?</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In Ben Jonson’s <i>Bartholomew Fair</i>, 1614, (which covers -the Puritans with ridicule, for the delight of James 1st.), -Act ii. Scene 1, when Adam Overdo, the Sectary, is disguised -in a “garded coat” as Arthur o’ Bradley, to -gesticulate outside a booth, Mooncalf salutes him thus:—“O -Lord! do you not know him, Mistress? <i>’tis mad -<span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> of <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span> that makes the orations</i>.—Brave -master, old Arthur of Bradley, how do you do? Welcome -to the Fair! When shall we hear you again, to -handle your matters, <i>with your back against a booth</i>, ha?”</p> - -<p>In Richard Brathwaite’s <i>Strappado for the Diuell</i>, 1615, -p. 225 (in a long poem, containing notices of Wakefield, -Bradford, and Kendall, addressed “to all true-bred Northerne -Sparks, of the generous Society of the Cottoneers,” -&c.) is the following reference to this tune, and to other -two, viz. “Wilson’s Delight,” and “Mal Dixon’s Round:”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>So each (through peace of conscience) rapt with pleasure</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Shall ioifully begin to dance his measure.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>One footing actiuely <span class="antiqua">Wilson’s</span> delight, ...</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>The fourth is chanting of his Notes so gladly,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Keeping the tune for th’ honour of <span class="antiqua">Arthura Bradly</span>;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The <span class="antiqua">5[th]</span> so pranke he scarce can stand on ground,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Asking who’le sing with him <span class="antiqua">Mal Dixon’s</span> round.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>(By the way: The same author, Richard Brathwaite, in -his amusing <i>Shepherds Tales</i>, 1621, p. 211, mentions as -other Dance-tunes,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Roundelayes</i>, <span class="spaced2">||</span> <i><span class="antiqua">Irish</span>-hayes,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Cogs and rongs and <span class="antiqua">Peggie Ramsie</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Spaniletto</i> <span class="spaced2">||</span> <i>The Venetto,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">John</span> come kisse me, <span class="antiqua">Wilson’s</span> Fancie.</i>)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Again, Thomas Gayton writes concerning the hero:—“’Tis -not alwaies sure that <i>’tis merry in hall when beards -Wag all</i>, for these men’s beards wagg’d as fast as they -could tag ’em, but mov’d no mirth at all: They were -verifying that song of—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Heigh, brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A beard without hair looks madly.</i>”</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Festivous Notes on Don Quixot</i>, 1654, p. 141.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>On pp. 540, 604, of William Chappell’s excellent work, -<i>The Popular Music of the Olden Time</i>, are given two -tunes, one for the <i>Antidote</i> version, and the other for -the modern, as sung by Taylor, “Come neighbours, and -listen a while.” He quotes the two lines from Gayton, -and also this from Wm. Wycherley’s <i>Gentleman Dancing -Master</i>, 1673, Act i, Sc. 2, where Gerrard says:—“Sing -him ‘<i>Arthur of Bradley</i>,’ or ‘<i>I am the Duke of -Norfolk</i>.’”</p> - -<p>It is quite evident, from such passages, that during a -long time a proverbial and popular character attached to -this noisy personage: such has not yet passed away. The -earliest complete imprint of “Arthur o’ Bradley” as a -Song, (from a printed original, of 1656, beginning “<i>All<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> -you that desire to merry be</i>,”) in our present <a href="#ARTHUR"><span class="smcap">Appendix</span>, -Part iv</a>. Quite distinct from this hitherto unnoticed examplar, -not already reprinted, is “<i>Saw you not <span class="antiqua">Pierce</span>, -the piper</i>,” &c., the ballad reproduced by us, from -<i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661, Part 2nd., p. 124, (and ditto, -<i>Compleat</i> 1670, 1691, p. 312); which agrees with the -<i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>, same date, 1661, p. 16. -More than a Century later, an inferior rendering was common, -printed on broadsheets. It was mentioned, in 1797, -by Joseph Ritson, as being a “much more modern ballad -[than the <i>Antidote</i> version] upon this popular subject, in -the same measure intitled <i>Arthur o’ Bradley</i>, and beginning -‘All in the merry month of May.’” (<i>Robin Hood</i>, -1797, ii. 211.) Of this we already gave two verses, (in -Appendix to <i>M. Drollery C.</i>, p. 400), but as we believe -the ballad has not been reprinted in this century, we may -give all that is extant, from the only copy within reach, -of <span class="smcap">Arthur o’ Bradley</span>:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>All in the merry month of May,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The maids [they will be gay,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For] a May-pole they will have, &c.</i>”</div> -<div class="attr">(<a href="#ARTHUR">See the present Appendix, Part iv.</a>)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In this, doubtless, we detect two versions, garbed together. -What is now the final verse is merely a variation -of the sixth: probably the broadsheet-printer could not -meet with a genuine eighth verse. Robert Bell denounced -the whole as “a miserable composition” (even as he had -declared against the amatory Lyrics of Charles the -Second’s time): but then, he might have added, with -Goldsmith, “My Bear dances to none but the werry -genteelest of tunes.”</p> - -<p>Far superior to this was the “Arthur o’ Bradley’s -Wedding:</p> - -<p>“<i>Come, neighbours, and listen awhile, -If ever you wished to smile</i>,” &c.,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> -which was sung by ... Taylor, a comic actor, about the -beginning of this century. It is not improbable that he -wrote or adapted it, availing himself of such traditional -scraps as he could meet with. Two copies of it, duplicate, -on broadsheets, are in the Douce Collection at Oxford, -vol. iv. pp. 18, 19. A copy, also, in J. H. Dixon’s <i>Bds. and -Sgs. of the Peasantry</i>, Percy Soc., 1845, vol. xvii. (and in -R. B.’s <i>Annotated Ed. B. P.</i>, p. 138.)</p> - -<p>There is still another “Arthur o’ Bradley,” but not -much can, or need, be said in its favour; except that it -contains only three verses. Yet even these are more -than two which can be spared. Its only tolerable lines -are borrowed from the Roxburghe Ballad. It is the <i>nadir</i> -of Bradleyism, and has not even a title, beyond the burden -“<i>O rare <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span> o’ <span class="antiqua">Bradley</span>, O!</i>” Let us, briefly, be in -at the death: although Arthur makes not a Swan-like -end, with the help of his Catnach poet. It begins thus:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>’Twas in the sweet month of May, I walked out to take the air,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>My Father he died one day, and he left me his son and heir;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He left me a good warm house, that wanted only a thatch,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A strong oak door to my chamber, that only wanted a latch;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He left me a rare old cow, I wish he’d have left me a sow,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A cock that in fighting was shy, and a horse with a sharp wall eye, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Universal Songster</i>, 1826, i. 368.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Even Ophelia could not ask, after Arthur sinking so low, -“And will he not come again?”</p> - -<p class="right">J. W. E.</p> - -<p><i>September, 1875.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> - -<p>[So far as possible, to give completeness to our Reprint of <i>Westminster -Drollery</i> of 1671-2, and <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, 1670-1691, -we now add the Extra Songs belonging to the former work, -edition 1674; and to the latter, in its earlier edition, 1661: with -their respective title-pages.]</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p> - -<div class="box-outer"> - -<div class="box-inner"> - -<p class="center larger"><i>Westminster-Drollery.</i></p> - -<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">Or, A Choice</span><br /> -COLLECTION<br /> -<span class="smaller">of the Newest</span><br /> -<span class="larger">SONGS & POEMS</span><br /> -<span class="smaller">BOTH AT</span><br /> -<span class="larger gothic">Court and Theaters.</span></p> - -<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">BY</span><br /> -A Person of Quality.</p> - -<p class="titlepage"><i>The third Edition, with many more<br /> -Additions.</i></p> - -<p class="titlepage">LONDON,<br /> -Printed for <i>H. Brome</i>, at the <i>Gun</i> in St. <i>Paul’s</i><br /> -Church Yard, near the West End.<br /> -MDCLXXIV.</p> - -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="DROLLERIES_EXTRA"><i>ADDITIONAL SONGS</i><br /> -<span class="smaller">FROM THE</span><br /> -<span class="smcap larger">Westminster-Drollery</span>:<br /> -Edition 1674.</h2> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 111.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>A Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">1. So wretched are the sick of Love,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No Herb has vertue to remove</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The growing ill:</div> -<div class="verse indent8">But still,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The more we Remedies oppose</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Feaver more malignant grows.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Doubts do but add unto desire,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Like Oyl that’s thrown upon the fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which serves to make the flame aspire;</div> -<div class="verse indent8">And not t’ extinguish it:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Love has its trembling, and its burning fit.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2. Fruition which the sick propose <span class="original-page">[p. 112.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To end, and recompence their woes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But turns them o’re</div> -<div class="verse indent8">To more.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And curing one, does but prepare</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A new, perhaps a greater care.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Enjoyment even in the chaste,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Pleases, not satisfies the taste,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And licens’d Love the worst can fast.</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Such is the Lovers state,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Pining and pleas’d, alike unfortunate.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">3. <i>Sabina</i> and <i>Camilla</i> share</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An equal interest in care,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Fear hath each brest</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Possest.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In different Fortunes, one pure flame</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Makes their unhappiness the same.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Love begets fear, fear grief creates,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Passion still passion animates,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Love will be love in all estates:</div> -<div class="verse indent8">His power still is one</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whether in hope or in possession.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 113.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>A Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">1. To Arms! to Arms! the Heroes cry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A glorious Death, or Victory.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Beauty and Love, although combin’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And each so powerful alone,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Cannot prevail against a mind</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Bound up in resolution.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tears their weak influence vainly prove,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nothing the daring breast can move</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Honour is blind, and deaf, ev’n deaf to Love.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2. The Field! the Field! where Valour bleeds,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Spurn’d into dust by barbed steeds,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Instead of wanton Beds of Down</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Is now the Scene where they must try,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To overthrow, or be o’rethrown;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Bravely to overcome, or dye.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Honour in her interest sits above</div> -<div class="verse indent4">What Beauty, Prayers, or tears can move:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were there no Honour, there would be no Love.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 114.]</span></p> - -<h3><i>A Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">1. Beauty that it self can kill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Through the finest temper’d steel,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Can those wounds she makes endure,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And insult it o’re the brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Since she knows a certain cure,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">When she is dispos’d to save:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But when a Lover bleeding lies,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Wounded by other Arms,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And that she sees those harms,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">For which she knows no remedies;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then Beauty Sorrows livery wears,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And whilst she melts away in tears,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Drooping in Sorrow shews</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like Roses overcharg’d with morning dews.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2. Nor do women, though they wear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The most tender character,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Suffer in this case alone:</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Hearts enclos’d with Iron Walls,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In humanity must groan</div> -<div class="verse indent5">When a noble Hero falls.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">Pitiless courage would not be <span class="original-page">[p. 115.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent5">An honour, but a shame;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Nor bear the noble name</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Of valour, but barbarity;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The generous even in success</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Lament their enemies distress:</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And scorn it should appear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who are the Conquer’d, with the Conqueror.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">1. The young, the fair, the chaste, the good,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The sweet <i>Camilla</i>, in a flood</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Of her own Crimson lies</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A bloody, bloody sacrifice</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Death and man’s inhumane cruelties.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Weep Virgins till your sorrow swells</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In tears above the Ivory Cells</div> -<div class="verse indent5">That guard those Globes of light;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Drown, drown those beauties of your eyes.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Beauty should mourn, when beauty dies;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And make a general night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To pay her innocence its Funeral rite.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2. Death since his Empire first begun, <span class="original-page">[p. 116.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">So foul a conquest never won,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Nor yet so fair a prize:</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And had he had a heart, or eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her beauties would have charm’d his cruelties.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Even Savage Beasts will Beauty spare,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Chaft Lions fawn upon the fair; <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Fierce lions</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent5">Nor dare offend the chaste:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">But vitious man, that sees and knows</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The mischiefs his wild fury does,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Humours his passions haste,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To prove ungovern’d man the greatest beast.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3><i>A Song.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">1. How frailty makes us to our wrong</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Fear, and be loth to dye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When Life is only dying long</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And Death the remedy!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">We shun eternity,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And still would gravel her beneath, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Scil.</i>, grovel</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Though still in woe and strife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When Life’s the path that leads to Death,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And Death the door to Life.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2. The Fear of Death is the disease <span class="original-page">[p. 117.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Makes the poor patient smart;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Vain apprehensions often freeze</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The vitals in the heart,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Without the dreaded Dart.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When fury rides on pointed steel</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Death’s fear the heart doth seize,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilst in that very fear we feel</div> -<div class="verse indent4">A greater sting than his.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">3. But chaste <i>Camilla’s</i> vertuous fear</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Was of a noble kind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not of her end approaching near</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But to be left behind,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">From her dear Love disjoyn’d;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When Death in courtesie decreed,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To make the fair his prize,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And by one cruelty her freed</div> -<div class="verse indent4">From humane cruelties.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">CHORUS.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus heav’n does his will disguise,</div> -<div class="verse">To scourge our curiosities,</div> -<div class="verse">When too inquisitive we grow</div> -<div class="verse">Of what we are forbid to know.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Fond humane nature that will try <span class="original-page">[p. 118.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">To sound th’ Abiss of Destiny!</div> -<div class="verse">Alas! what profit can arise</div> -<div class="verse">From those forbidden scrutinies,</div> -<div class="verse">When Oracles what they foretel</div> -<div class="verse">In such Ænigma’s still conceal,</div> -<div class="verse">That self indulging man still makes</div> -<div class="verse">Of deepest truths most sad mistakes!</div> -<div class="verse">Or could our frailty comprehend</div> -<div class="verse">The reach those riddles do intend:</div> -<div class="verse">What boots it us when we have done,</div> -<div class="verse">To foresee ills we cannot shun?</div> -<div class="verse">But ’tis in man a vain pretence,</div> -<div class="verse">To know or prophesie events,</div> -<div class="verse">Which only execute, and move,</div> -<div class="verse">By a dependence from above.</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis all imposture to deceive</div> -<div class="verse">The foolish and inquisitive,</div> -<div class="verse">Since none foresee what shall befal,</div> -<div class="verse">But providence that governs all.</div> -<div class="verse">Reason wherewith kind Heav’n has blest</div> -<div class="verse">His creature man above the rest,</div> -<div class="verse">Will teach humanity to know</div> -<div class="verse">All that it should aspire unto;</div> -<div class="verse">And whatsoever fool relies</div> -<div class="verse">On false deceiving prophesies,</div> -<div class="verse">Striving by conduct to evade</div> -<div class="verse">The harms they threaten, or perswade,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Too frequently himself does run <span class="original-page">[p. 119.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Into the danger he would shun,</div> -<div class="verse">And pulls upon himself the woe</div> -<div class="verse">Fate meant he should much later know.</div> -<div class="verse">By such delusions vertue strays</div> -<div class="verse">Out of those honourable ways</div> -<div class="verse">That lead unto that glorious end,</div> -<div class="verse">To which the noble ever bend.</div> -<div class="verse">Whereas if vertue were the guide,</div> -<div class="verse">Mens minds would then be fortified</div> -<div class="verse">With constancy, that would declare</div> -<div class="verse">Against supineness, and despair.</div> -<div class="verse">We should events with patience wait,</div> -<div class="verse">And not despise, nor fear our Fate.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 120.]</span></p> - -<h3><i><span class="smcap">Wickham Wakened</span></i>,<br /> -<span class="smaller">OR</span><br /> -<i>The Quakers Madrigall In Rime Dogrell</i>.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">The Quaker and his Brats,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Are born with their Hats,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which a point with two Taggs,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ty’s fast to their Craggs,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nor King nor Kesar,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To such Knaves as these are,</div> -<div class="verse">Do signifie more than a Tinker.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His rudeness and pride</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So puffs up his hide</div> -<div class="verse">That He’s drunk though he be no drinker.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>Chorus.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Are assured that thus ’tis</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To abate their encrease and redundance</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Let us send them to WICKHAM</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For there’s one will kick ’um</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Into much better manners by abundance.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Once the Clown at his entry <span class="original-page">[p. 121.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Kist his golls to the Gentry:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When the Lady took upon her,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Twas God save your Honor:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But now Lord and Pesant,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Do make but one messe on’t</div> -<div class="verse">Then farewel distinction ’twixt Plowman and Knight.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">If the world be thus tost</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The old Proverb is crost,</div> -<div class="verse">For Joan’s as good as my Lady in th’ Light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>Chorus.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">’Tis the Gentry that Lulls ’um</div> -<div class="verse indent2">While the Quaker begulls ’um:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They dandle ’um in their Lapps,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who should strike of[f] their Capps;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And make ’um stand bare</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Both to Justice and Mayor,</div> -<div class="verse">Till when ’twill nere be faire weather;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For now the proud Devel</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Hath brought forth this Level</div> -<div class="verse">None Knows who and who is together.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Now silence and listen <span class="original-page">[p. 122.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thou shalt hear how they Christen:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mother Midnight comes out</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With the Babe in a Clout,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Tis Rachell you must know tis,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Good friends all take notice,</div> -<div class="verse">Tis a name from the Scripture arising.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And thus the dry dipper</div> -<div class="verse indent2">(Twere a good deed to whip her)</div> -<div class="verse">Makes a Christning without a Baptizing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Their wedlocks are many,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But Marriages not any,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For they and their dull Sows,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Like the Bulls and the mull Cows,</div> -<div class="verse">Do couple in brutify’d fashion:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But still the Official,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Declares that it is all</div> -<div class="verse">Matrimoniall Fornication.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Their Lands and their Houses</div> -<div class="verse indent2">W’ont fall to their Spouses:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They cannot appoint her</div> -<div class="verse indent2">One Turff for a Joynter.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">His son and his daughter, <span class="original-page">[p. 123.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Will repent it hereafter;</div> -<div class="verse">For when the Estate is divided;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For the Parents demerit</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Some Kinsman will inherit;</div> -<div class="verse">Why then let them marry as I did.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>But since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Now since these mad Nations</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Do cheat their relations,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Pray what better hap then</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Can we that are Chap men,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Expect from their Canting,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The sighing and panting?</div> -<div class="verse">We are they use the house with a steeple,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And then they may Cozen</div> -<div class="verse indent2">All us by the Dozen;</div> -<div class="verse">For Israel may spoyle Pharaohs people.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">The Quaker who before</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Did rant and did roare;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Great thrift will now tell yee on.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But it tends to Rebellion:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For his tipling being don,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He hath bought him a gun</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Which hee saves from his former vain spending.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O be drunk agen <i>Quaker</i>, <span class="original-page">[p. 124.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Take thy Canniken and shake her,</div> -<div class="verse">For thou art the worse for the mending.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Then looke we about,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And give them a Rout,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Before they Encumber</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The Land with their number:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">There can be no peace in</div> -<div class="verse indent2">These Vermins encreasing;</div> -<div class="verse">For tis plaine to all prudent beholders,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That while we neglect,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They do but expect</div> -<div class="verse">A new head to their old mans Shoulders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Now since Mayor and Justice</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Are assured that thus ’tis:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To abate their encrease and redundance</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Let us send them to WICKHAM</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>For there’s one will Kick ’um</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Into much better manners by abundance.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> - -<p>[Here ends the 1674 edition; for account of which, and the -1661 <i>Merry Drollery</i>, see our present <i>Appendix</i>, Parts <a href="#APPENDIX_3">Third</a> -and <a href="#APPENDIX_4">Fourth</a>.]</p> - -<hr /> - -<p class="titlepage larger">MERRY<br /> -<span class="larger">DROLLERY,</span><br /> -<span class="smaller">OR,</span><br /> -A COLLECTION</p> - -<table> - <tr> - <td rowspan="3" style="vertical-align: middle;">Of</td> - <td>{ Jovial Poems,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>{ Merry Songs,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>{ Witty Drolleries.</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p class="center">Intermixed with Pleasant<br /> -<span class="smcap">Catches</span>.</p> - -<p class="titlepage larger">The First Part.</p> - -<p class="titlepage">Collected by<br /> -<span class="spaced1"><i>W.N.</i></span> <span class="spaced1"><i>C.B.</i></span> <span class="spaced1"><i>R.S.</i></span> <span class="spaced1"><i>J.G.</i></span><br /> -Lovers of Wit.</p> - -<p class="center">[1s. 3d.]</p> - -<p class="titlepage">LONDON,<br /> -Printed by <i>J. W.</i> for <i>P. H.</i> and are to<br /> -be Sold at the <i>New Exchange, Westminster</i>-Hall,<br /> -Fleet Street, and <i>Pauls</i><br /> -Church-Yard. [May<br /> -1661.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header11.jpg" width="500" height="80" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="MERRY_DROLLERY_EXTRA">EXTRA SONGS & POEMS,<br /> -<span class="smaller">IN</span><br /> -Merry Drollery, 1661:<br /> -<span class="smaller">(<i>Omitted from the Editions of 1670, 1691, when -New Songs were substituted for them.</i>)</span></h2> - -<h3 id="MERRY_DROLLERY_EXTRA_I">I.—IN PART FIRST.</h3> - -<p><span class="original-page">[fol. 2.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>A Puritan.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Puritan of late,</div> -<div class="verse">And eke a holy Sister,</div> -<div class="verse">A Catechizing sate,</div> -<div class="verse">And fain he would have kist her</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For his Mate.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But she a Babe of grace,</div> -<div class="verse">A Child of reformation,</div> -<div class="verse">Thought kissing a disgrace,</div> -<div class="verse">A Limbe of prophanation</div> -<div class="verse indent4">In that place.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He swore by yea and nay <span class="original-page">[fol. 2b.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">He would have no denial,</div> -<div class="verse">The Spirit would it so,</div> -<div class="verse">She should endure a tryal</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Ere she go.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why swear you so, quoth she?</div> -<div class="verse">Indeed, my holy Brother,</div> -<div class="verse">You might have forsworn be</div> -<div class="verse">Had it been to another[,]</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Not to me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He laid her on the ground,</div> -<div class="verse">His Spirits fell a ferking,</div> -<div class="verse">Her Zeal was in a sound, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">i.e. swoon,</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">He edified her Merkin</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Upside down.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when their leave they took,</div> -<div class="verse">And parted were asunder,</div> -<div class="verse">My Muse did then awake,</div> -<div class="verse">And I turn’d Ballad-monger</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For their sake.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[page 11.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Loves Dream.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I dreamt my Love lay in her bed,</div> -<div class="verse">It was my chance to take her,</div> -<div class="verse">Her arms and leggs abroad were spread,</div> -<div class="verse">She slept, I durst not wake her;</div> -<div class="verse">O pitty it were, that one so rare</div> -<div class="verse">Should crown her head with willow:</div> -<div class="verse">The Tresses of her golden hair</div> -<div class="verse">Did crown her lovely Pillow. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>al. lect.</i>, Did kisse</span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Me thought her belly was a hill</div> -<div class="verse">Much like a mount of pleasure,</div> -<div class="verse">At foot thereof there springs a well,</div> -<div class="verse">The depth no man can measure;</div> -<div class="verse">About the pleasant Mountain head</div> -<div class="verse">There grows a lofty thicket,</div> -<div class="verse">Whither two beagles travelled</div> -<div class="verse">To rouze a lively Pricket.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They hunted him with chearful cry</div> -<div class="verse">About that pleasant Mountain,</div> -<div class="verse">Till he with heat was forc’d to fly</div> -<div class="verse">And slip into that Fountain;</div> -<div class="verse">The Dogs they follow’d to the brink,</div> -<div class="verse">And there at him they baited:</div> -<div class="verse">They plunged about and would not sink, <span class="original-page">[p. 12.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">His coming out they waited.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then forth he came as one half lame,</div> -<div class="verse">All very faint and tired,</div> -<div class="verse">Betwixt her legs he hung his head,</div> -<div class="verse">As heavy heart desired;</div> -<div class="verse">My dogs then being refresht again,</div> -<div class="verse">And she of sleep bereaved,</div> -<div class="verse">She dreamt she had me in her arms,</div> -<div class="verse">And she was not deceived.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><i>The good Old Cause.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now <i>Lambert’s</i> sunk, and valiant M—— <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Monk</i></span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Does ape his General <i>Cromwel</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Arthur’s</i> Court, cause time is short,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Does rage like devils from hell;</div> -<div class="verse">Let’s mark the fate and course of State,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who rises when t’other is sinking,</div> -<div class="verse">And believe when this is past</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Twill be our turn at last</div> -<div class="verse">To bring the Good Old Cause by drinking.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">First, red nos’d <i>Nol</i> he swallowed all,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His colour shew’d he lov’d it:</div> -<div class="verse">But <i>Dick</i> his Son, as he were none,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Gav’t off, and hath reprov’d it;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But that his foes made bridge of’s nose,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And cry’d him down for a Protector,</div> -<div class="verse">Proving him to be a fool that would undertake to rule</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And not drink and fight like <i>Hector</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Grecian lad he drank like mad, <span class="original-page">[p. 13.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Minding no work above it;</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Sans question</i> kill’d <i>Ephestion</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2">Because he’d not approve it;</div> -<div class="verse">He got command where God had land,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And like a <i>Maudlin</i> Yonker,</div> -<div class="verse">When he tippled all and wept, he laid him down to sleep,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Having no more Worlds to conquer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rump-Parliament would needs invent</div> -<div class="verse indent2">An Oath of abjuration,</div> -<div class="verse">But Obedience and Allegiance are now come into fashion:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then here’s a boul with heart and soul</div> -<div class="verse">To <i>Charles</i>, and let all say Amen to ’t;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Though they brought the Father down</div> -<div class="verse">From a triple Kingdom Crown,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">We’ll drink the Son up again to ’t.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 14.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>A Song.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Riding to <i>London</i>, on <i>Dunstable</i> way</div> -<div class="verse">I met with a Maid on <i>Midsummer</i> day,</div> -<div class="verse">Her Eyes they did sparkle like Stars in the sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Her face it was fair, and her forehead was high:</div> -<div class="verse">The more I came to her, the more I did view her,</div> -<div class="verse">The better I lik’d her pretty sweet face, <span class="original-page">[p. 15.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">I could not forbear her, but still I drew near her,</div> -<div class="verse">And then I began to tell her my case:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whither walk’st thou, my pretty sweet soul?</div> -<div class="verse">She modestly answer’d to <i>Hockley-i’th’-hole</i>.</div> -<div class="verse">I ask’d her her business; she had a red cheek,</div> -<div class="verse">She told me, she went a poor service to seek;</div> -<div class="verse">I said, it was pitty she should leave the City,</div> -<div class="verse">And settle her self in a Country Town;</div> -<div class="verse">She said it was certain it was her hard fortune</div> -<div class="verse">To go up a maiden, and so to come down.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With that I alighted, and to her I stept,</div> -<div class="verse">I took her by th’ hand, and this pretty maid wept;</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet[,] weep not, quoth I: I kist her soft lip;</div> -<div class="verse">I wrung her by th’ hand, and my finger she nipt;</div> -<div class="verse">So long there I woo’d her, such reasons I shew’d her,</div> -<div class="verse">That she my speeches could not controul,</div> -<div class="verse">But cursied finely, and got up behind me,</div> -<div class="verse">And back she rode with me to <i>Hockley-i’-th’-hole</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When I came to <i>Hockley</i> at the sign of the Cock,</div> -<div class="verse">By [a]lighting I chanced to see her white smock,</div> -<div class="verse">It lay so alluring upon her round knee,</div> -<div class="verse">I call’d for a Chamber immediately;</div> -<div class="verse">I hugg’d her, I tugg’d her, I kist her, I smugg’d her,</div> -<div class="verse">And gently I laid her down on a bed,</div> -<div class="verse">With nodding and pinking, with sighing & winking,</div> -<div class="verse">She told me a tale of her Maidenhead.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While she to me this story did tell,</div> -<div class="verse">I could not forbear, but on her I fell;</div> -<div class="verse">I tasted the pleasure of sweetest delight, <span class="original-page">[p. 16.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">We took up our lodging, and lay there all night;</div> -<div class="verse">With soft arms she roul’d me, and oft times told me,</div> -<div class="verse">She loved me deerly, even as her own soul:</div> -<div class="verse">But on the next morrow we parted with sorrow,</div> -<div class="verse">And so I lay with her at <i>Hockley-i’th’-hole</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 27.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Maidens delight.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Young man of late, that lackt a mate,</div> -<div class="verse">And courting came unto her,</div> -<div class="verse">With Cap, and Kiss, and sweet Mistris,</div> -<div class="verse">But little could he do her;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Quoth she, my friend, let kissing end,</div> -<div class="verse">Where with you do me smother,</div> -<div class="verse">And run at Ring with t’other thing:</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Too much of ought is good for nought,</div> -<div class="verse">Then leave this idle kissing;</div> -<div class="verse">Your barren suit will yield no fruit</div> -<div class="verse">If the other thing be missing:</div> -<div class="verse">As much as this a man may kiss</div> -<div class="verse">His sister or his mother;</div> -<div class="verse">He that will speed must give with need</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who bids a Guest unto a feast,</div> -<div class="verse">To sit by divers dishes,</div> -<div class="verse">They please their mind untill they find</div> -<div class="verse">Change, please each Creatures wishes;</div> -<div class="verse">With beak and bill I have my fill,</div> -<div class="verse">With measure running over;</div> -<div class="verse">The Lovers dish now do I wish,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To gull me thus, like <i>Tantalus</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">To make me pine with plenty,</div> -<div class="verse">With shadows store, and nothing more, <span class="original-page">[p. 28.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your substance is so dainty;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A fruitless tree is like to thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Being but a kissing lover,</div> -<div class="verse">With leaves joyn fruit, or else be mute;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sharp joyn’d with flat, no mirth to that;</div> -<div class="verse">A low note and a higher,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Mean and Base keeps time and place,</div> -<div class="verse">Such musick maids desire:</div> -<div class="verse">All of one string doth loathing bring,</div> -<div class="verse">Change, is true Musicks Mother,</div> -<div class="verse">Then leave my face, and sound the base,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The golden mine lies just between <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? golden mean</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">The high way and the lower;</div> -<div class="verse">He that wants wit that way to hit</div> -<div class="verse">Alas[!] hath little power;</div> -<div class="verse">You’l miss the clout if that you shoot</div> -<div class="verse">Much higher, or much lower:</div> -<div class="verse">Shoot just between, your arrows keen,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No smoake desire without a fire,</div> -<div class="verse">No wax without a Writing:</div> -<div class="verse">If right you deal give Deeds to Seal,</div> -<div class="verse">And straight fall to inditing;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Thus do I take these lines I make,</div> -<div class="verse">As to a faithful Lover,</div> -<div class="verse">In order he’ll first write, then seal,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus while she staid the young man plaid <span class="original-page">[p. 29.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not high, but low defending; <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? descending;</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Each stroak he strook so well she took,</div> -<div class="verse">She swore it was past mending;</div> -<div class="verse">Let swaggering boys that think by toyes</div> -<div class="verse">Their Lovers to fetch over,</div> -<div class="verse">Lip-labour save, for the maids must have</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A little o’ th’ t’on with t’other.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 32.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>A Song.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Young man walking all alone</div> -<div class="verse">Abroad to take the air,</div> -<div class="verse">It was his chance to meet a maid</div> -<div class="verse">Of beauty passing fair:</div> -<div class="verse">Desiring her of curtesie</div> -<div class="verse">Down by him for to sit;</div> -<div class="verse">She answered him most modestly,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">O nay, O nay not yet.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Forty Crowns I will give thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet heart, in good red Gold,</div> -<div class="verse">If that thy favour I may win</div> -<div class="verse">With thee for to be bold:</div> -<div class="verse">She answered him with modesty,</div> -<div class="verse">And with a fervent wit,</div> -<div class="verse">Think’st thou I’ll stain my honesty?</div> -<div class="verse indent5">O nay, O nay not yet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gold and silver is but dross, <span class="original-page">[p. 33.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And worldly vanity;</div> -<div class="verse">There’s nothing I esteem so much</div> -<div class="verse">As my Virginity;</div> -<div class="verse">What do you think I am so loose, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>al. lect.</i>, mad</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And of so little wit,</div> -<div class="verse">As for to lose my maidenhead?</div> -<div class="verse indent5">O nay, O nay not yet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Although our Sex be counted base,</div> -<div class="verse">And easie to be won,</div> -<div class="verse">You see that I can find a check</div> -<div class="verse">Dame Natures Games to shun;</div> -<div class="verse">Except it be in modesty,</div> -<div class="verse">That may become me fit,</div> -<div class="verse">Think’st I am weary of my honesty?</div> -<div class="verse indent5">O nay, O nay not yet.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The young man stood in such a dump,</div> -<div class="verse">Not giving no more words,</div> -<div class="verse">He gave her that in quietness</div> -<div class="verse">Which love to maids affords:</div> -<div class="verse">The maid was ta’n as in a trance,</div> -<div class="verse">And such a sudden fit,</div> -<div class="verse">As she had almost quite forgot</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Her nay, O nay not yet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The way to win a womans love</div> -<div class="verse">Is only to be brief,</div> -<div class="verse">And give her that in quietness</div> -<div class="verse">Will ease her of her grief:</div> -<div class="verse">For kindness they will not refuse</div> -<div class="verse">When young men proffer it,</div> -<div class="verse">Although their common speeches be</div> -<div class="verse indent5">O nay, O nay not yet.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 56.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Admiral <span class="antiqua">Deans</span> Funeral.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Nick Culpepper</i>, and <i>William Lilly</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Though you were pleas’d to say they were silly,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet something these prophesi’d true, I tell you, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? ye,</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">In the month of <i>May</i>, I tell you truly,</div> -<div class="verse">Which neither was in <i>June</i> nor <i>July</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">The Dutch began to be unruly,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Betwixt our <i>England</i> and their <i>Holland</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Which neither was in <i>France</i> nor <i>Poland</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">But on the Sea, where there was no Land,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">They joyn’d the Dutch, and the English Fleet,</div> -<div class="verse">[In] Our Authors opinion then they did meet,</div> -<div class="verse">Some saw’t that never more shall see’t,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">There were many mens hearts as heavy as lead, <span class="original-page">[p. 57.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet would not believe <i>Dick Dean</i> to be dead,</div> -<div class="verse">Till they saw his Body take leave of his head,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">Then after the sad departure of him,</div> -<div class="verse">There was many a man lost a Leg or a Lim,</div> -<div class="verse">And many were drown’d ’cause they could not swim,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">One cries, lend me thy hand[,] good friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Although he knew it was to no end,</div> -<div class="verse">I think, quoth he, I am going to the Fiend,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">Some, ’twas reported, were kill’d with a Gun,</div> -<div class="verse">And some stood that knew not whether to run,</div> -<div class="verse">There was old taking leave of Father and Son,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s a rumour also, if we may believe,</div> -<div class="verse">We have many gay Widdows now given to grieve,</div> -<div class="verse">’Cause unmannerly Husbands ne’er came to take leave,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">10.</div> -<div class="verse">The Ditty is sad of our <i>Deane</i> to sing;</div> -<div class="verse">To say truth, it was a pittiful thing</div> -<div class="verse">To take off his head and not leave him a ring,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">11.</div> -<div class="verse">From <i>Greenwich</i> toward the Bear at Bridge foot</div> -<div class="verse">He was wafted with wind that had water to’t,</div> -<div class="verse">But I think they brought the devil to boot,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">12.</div> -<div class="verse">The heads on <i>London</i> Bridge upon Poles, <span class="original-page">[p. 58.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">That once had bodies, and honester soules</div> -<div class="verse">Than hath the Master of the Roules,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">13.</div> -<div class="verse">They grieved for this great man of command,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet would not his head amongst theirs should stand;</div> -<div class="verse">He dy’d on the Water, and they on the Land,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">14.</div> -<div class="verse">I cannot say, they look’d wisely upon him,</div> -<div class="verse">Because people cursed that parcel was on him;</div> -<div class="verse">He has fed fish and worms, if they do not wrong him,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">15.</div> -<div class="verse">The Old Swan, as he passed by,</div> -<div class="verse">Said, she would sing him a dirge, and lye down & die:</div> -<div class="verse">Wilt thou sing to a bit of a body, quoth I?</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">16.</div> -<div class="verse">The Globe on the bank, I mean, on the Ferry,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Gentle and simple might come & be merry,</div> -<div class="verse">Admired at the change from a Ship to a Wherry,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">17.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Tom Godfreys</i> Bears began for to roare,</div> -<div class="verse">Hearing such moans one side of the shore,</div> -<div class="verse">They knew they should never see <i>Dean</i> any more,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">18.</div> -<div class="verse">Queenhithe, <i>Pauls</i>-Wharf, and the Fryers also,</div> -<div class="verse">Where now the Players have little to do,</div> -<div class="verse">Let him pass without any tokens of woe,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">19. <span class="original-page">[p. 59.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Quoth th’ Students o’th’ Temple, I know not their names,</div> -<div class="verse">Looking out of their Chambers into the Thames,</div> -<div class="verse">The Barge fits him better than did the great <i>James</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">20.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Essex</i> House, late called Cuckold’s Hall,</div> -<div class="verse">The Folk in the Garden staring over the wall,</div> -<div class="verse">Said, they knew that once <i>Pride</i> would have a fall,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">21.</div> -<div class="verse">At Strand Gate, a little farther then,</div> -<div class="verse">Were mighty Guns numbred to sixty and ten,</div> -<div class="verse">Which neither hurt Children, Women, nor Men,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">22.</div> -<div class="verse">They were shot over times one, two, three, or four,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis thought one might ’heard th’ bounce to th’ Tower,</div> -<div class="verse">Folk report, the din made the Buttermilk sower,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">23.</div> -<div class="verse">Had old Goodman <i>Lenthal</i> or <i>Allen</i> but heard ’um,</div> -<div class="verse">The noise worse than <i>Olivers</i> voice would ’fear’d ’um,</div> -<div class="verse">And out of their small wits would have scar’d ’um.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">24.</div> -<div class="verse">Sommerset House, where once did the Queen lye,</div> -<div class="verse">And afterwards <i>Ireton</i> in black, and not green, by,</div> -<div class="verse">The Canon clattered the Windows really,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">25.</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Savoys</i> mortified spittled Crew,</div> -<div class="verse">If I lye, as <i>Falstaffe</i> saies, I am a Jew,</div> -<div class="verse">Gave the Hearse such a look it would make a man spew,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">26.</div> -<div class="verse">The House of S—— that Fool and Knave, <span class="original-page">[p. 60.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Had so much wit left lamentation to save</div> -<div class="verse">From accompanying a traytorly Rogue to his grave,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">27.</div> -<div class="verse">The Exchange, and the ruines of <i>Durham</i> House eke,</div> -<div class="verse">Wish’d such sights might be seen each day i’ th’ week,</div> -<div class="verse">A Generals Carkass without a Cheek,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">28.</div> -<div class="verse">The House that lately Great <i>Buckinghams</i> was,</div> -<div class="verse">Which now Sir <i>Thomas Fairfax</i> has,</div> -<div class="verse">Wish’d it might be Sir <i>Thomas’s</i> fate so to pass,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">29.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Howards</i> House, <i>Suffolks</i> great Duke of Yore,</div> -<div class="verse">Sent him one single sad wish, and no more,</div> -<div class="verse">He might flote by <i>Whitehall</i> in purple gore,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">30.</div> -<div class="verse">Something I should of <i>Whitehall</i> say,</div> -<div class="verse">But the Story is so sad, and so bad, by my fay,</div> -<div class="verse">That it turns my wits another way,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">31.</div> -<div class="verse">To <i>Westminster</i>, to the Bridge of the Kings,</div> -<div class="verse">The water the Barge, and the Barge-men[,] brings</div> -<div class="verse">The small remain of the worst of things,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">32.</div> -<div class="verse">They interr’d him in triumph, like <i>Lewis</i> the eleven,</div> -<div class="verse">In the famous Chappel of <i>Henry</i> the seven,</div> -<div class="verse">But his soul is scarce gone the right way to heaven,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 64.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>A merrie Journey to <span class="antiqua">France</span>.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I went from <i>England</i> into <i>France</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Not for to learn to sing nor dance,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">To ride, nor yet to fence,</div> -<div class="verse">But for to see strange sights, as those</div> -<div class="verse">That have return’d without a nose</div> -<div class="verse indent5">They carried away from hence.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As I to <i>Paris</i> rode along,</div> -<div class="verse">Like to <i>John Dory</i> in the Song,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Upon a holy Tyde,</div> -<div class="verse">Where I an ambling Nag did get,</div> -<div class="verse">I hope he is not paid for yet,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">I spurr’d him on each side.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">First, to Saint <i>Dennis</i> then I came,</div> -<div class="verse">To see the sights at <i>Nostredame</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">The man that shews them snaffles:</div> -<div class="verse">That who so list, may there believe</div> -<div class="verse">To see the Virgin <i>Maries</i> Sleeve,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And eke her odd Pantafles. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? old</span>]</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The breast-milk, and the very Gown</div> -<div class="verse">That she did wear in <i>Bethlehem</i> Town,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">When in the Barn she lay:</div> -<div class="verse">But men may think that is a Fable, <span class="original-page">[p. 65.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">For such good cloaths ne’er came in Stable</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Upon a lock of hay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No Carpenter can by his trade</div> -<div class="verse">Have so much Coin as to have made</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A gown of such rich Stuff:</div> -<div class="verse">But the poor fools must, for their credit,</div> -<div class="verse">Believe, and swear old <i>Joseph</i> did it,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">’Cause he received enough. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>al. lect.</i>, deserv’d</span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is the Lanthorn which the Jews,</div> -<div class="verse">When <i>Judas</i> led them forth, did use,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">It weighs my weight down-right;</div> -<div class="verse">And then you must suppose and think</div> -<div class="verse">The Jews therein did put a Link,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And then ’t was wondrous bright. <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? light</span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is one Saint has lost his nose,</div> -<div class="verse">Another his head, but not his toes,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">An elbow, and a thumb;</div> -<div class="verse">When we had seen those holy rags,</div> -<div class="verse">We went to the Inne and took our Nags,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And so away we come.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We came to <i>Paris</i>, on the <i>Seine</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis wondrous fair, but little clean,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">’Tis <i>Europes</i> greatest Town:</div> -<div class="verse">How strong it is I need not tell it,</div> -<div class="verse">For every one may easily smell it</div> -<div class="verse indent5">As they ride up and down.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s many rare sights for to see,</div> -<div class="verse">The Palace, the great Gallery,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Place-Royal doth excell;</div> -<div class="verse">The Newbridge, and the Statute stairs, <span class="original-page">[p. 66.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">At <i>Rotterdam</i>, Saint <i>Christophers</i>, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? <i>Nostre Dame</i></span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent5">The Steeple bears the Bell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Arts, the University,</div> -<div class="verse">And for old Cloaths, the Frippery,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">The Queen the same did build;</div> -<div class="verse">Saint <i>Innocent[s’]</i>, whose earth devours</div> -<div class="verse">Dead Corps in four and twenty hours,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And there the King was kill’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Bastile</i>, and Saint <i>Dennis</i> street,</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Chastelet</i>, like <i>London</i> Fleet;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">The Arsenal is no toy;</div> -<div class="verse">But if you will see the pretty thing,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh go to Court and see the King,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Oh he is a hopeful boy.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He is of all [his] Dukes and Peers</div> -<div class="verse">Reverenc’d for wit as well as years;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Nor must you think it much</div> -<div class="verse">That he with little switches play,</div> -<div class="verse">And can make fine dirt-pies of Clay,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">O never King made such.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Birds round about his Chamber stands,</div> -<div class="verse">The which he feeds with his own hands,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">’Tis his humility:</div> -<div class="verse">And if they want [for] any thing,</div> -<div class="verse">They may but whistle to their King</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And he comes presently.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A bird that can but catch a Fly,</div> -<div class="verse">Or prate to please his Majesty, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>al. lect.</i>, doth please</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent5">It’s known to every one;</div> -<div class="verse">The Duke <i>De Guise</i> gave him a Parrot, <span class="original-page">[p. 67.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And he had twenty Cannons for it</div> -<div class="verse indent5">For his great Gallion.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O that it e’er might be my hap</div> -<div class="verse">To catch the bird that in the Map</div> -<div class="verse indent5">They call the Indian Chuck,</div> -<div class="verse">I’d give it him, and hope to be</div> -<div class="verse">As great and wise a man as he,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Or else I had ill luck.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Besides, he hath a pretty firk,</div> -<div class="verse">Taught him by Nature, for to work</div> -<div class="verse indent5">In Iron with much ease:</div> -<div class="verse">And then unto the Forge he goes,</div> -<div class="verse">There he knocks, and there he blows,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And makes both locks and Keys.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Which puts a doubt in every one</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he be <i>Mars</i> or <i>Vulcans</i> Son,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">For few believe his Mother:</div> -<div class="verse">For his Incestuous House could not</div> -<div class="verse">Have any Children, unless got</div> -<div class="verse indent5">By Uncle, or by Brother.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now for these virtues needs he must</div> -<div class="verse">Intituled be <i>Lewis</i> the Just,</div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Heneries</i> Great Heir;</div> -<div class="verse">Where to his Stile we add more words,</div> -<div class="verse">Better to call him King of Birds</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Than of the Great <i>Navar</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His Queen, she is a little Wench,</div> -<div class="verse">Was born in <i>Spain</i>, speaks little French,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Ne’er like to be a Mother:</div> -<div class="verse">But let them all say what they will, <span class="original-page">[p. 68.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">I do beleeve, and shall do still,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">As soon the one as t’other.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then why should <i>Lewis</i> be so just,</div> -<div class="verse">Contented be to take his lust <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? he</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent5">With his lascivious Mate,</div> -<div class="verse">Or suffer this his little Queen,</div> -<div class="verse">From all her Sex that e’er had been,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thus to degenerate?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twere charity to have it known,</div> -<div class="verse">Love other Children as his own</div> -<div class="verse indent5">To him it were no shame:</div> -<div class="verse">For why should he near greater be</div> -<div class="verse">Than was his Father <i>Henery</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Who, some say, did the same?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 85.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Englands Woe.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I mean to speak of <i>Englands</i> sad fate,</div> -<div class="verse">To help in mean time the King, and his Mate,</div> -<div class="verse">That’s ruled by an Antipodian State,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But had these seditious times been when</div> -<div class="verse">We had the life of wise Poet <i>Ben</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Parsons had never been Parliament men,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Had Statesmen read the Bible throughout,</div> -<div class="verse">And not gone by the Bible so round about,</div> -<div class="verse">They would have ruled themselves without doubt,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But Puritans now bear all the sway,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll have no Bishops as most men say,</div> -<div class="verse">But God send them better another day,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Zealous <i>Pryn</i> has threatned a great downfall,</div> -<div class="verse">To cut off long locks that is bushy and small,</div> -<div class="verse">But I hope he will not take ears and all,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Prin</i>, [and] <i>Burton</i>, saies women that’s leud and loose,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall wear no stallion locks for a bush, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>Italian</i> ... abuse</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">They’ll only have private boyes for their use, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller"><i>al. lect.</i>, Keyes</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They’ll not allow what pride it brings, <span class="original-page">[p. 86.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor favours in hats, nor no such things,</div> -<div class="verse">They’l convert all ribbands to Bible strings,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God bless our King and Parliament,</div> -<div class="verse">And send he may make such K—— repent <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Knaves</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">That breed our Land such discontent,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And bless our Queen and Prince also,</div> -<div class="verse">And all true Subjects both high and low,</div> -<div class="verse">The brownings can pray for themselves you know,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which no body can deny.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 88.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Ladies Delight.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hang Chastity[!] it is for the milking pail,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Ladies ought to be more valiant:</div> -<div class="verse">Not to be confin’d in body and mind</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Is the temper of a right she Gallant;</div> -<div class="verse">Hither all you Amazons that are true</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To this famous Dildoe profession,</div> -<div class="verse">She is no bonny Lass that fears to transgress</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Act against Fornication.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Country Dame, that loves the old sport,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Or delights in a new invention,</div> -<div class="verse">May be fitted here, if they please to repair</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To this high ranting Convention;</div> -<div class="verse">If you are weary of your Coyn,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Or of your Chastity,</div> -<div class="verse">Here is costly toyes, or hot-metled boyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That will ease you presently.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Both curious heads and wanton tailes</div> -<div class="verse indent4">May here have satisfaction;</div> -<div class="verse">Here is all kind of ware, that useful are</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For pride or provocation;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s Drugs to paint, or Powder to perfume,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Or Ribbon of the best fashion;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s dainty meat will fit you for the feat</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Beyond all expectation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here’s curious patches to set out your faces, <span class="original-page">[p. 89.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">And make you resemble the sky;</div> -<div class="verse">Or here’s looking-glasses to shew the poor Asses,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Your Husbands, their destiny;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s bawbles too to play withall,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And some to stand in stead;</div> -<div class="verse">This place doth afford both for your brow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And stallions for your head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old Ladies here may be reliev’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">If Ushers they do lack,</div> -<div class="verse">Or if they’ll not discharge their husbands at large,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But grow foundred in the back;</div> -<div class="verse">Green visag’d Damsels, that are sick</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Of a troubled Maidenhead,</div> -<div class="verse">May here, if they please, be cur’d of the disease</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And their green colours turn’d to red.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 95.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>The Tyrannical Wife.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It was a man, and a jolly old man,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">And he would marry a fair young wife</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He woo’d her for to wed, to wed,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">And even she kickt him out of the bed</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then for her dinner she looked due,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">Or else would make her husband rue</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She made him wash both dish and spoon,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">He had better a gone on his head to <i>Rome</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She proved a gallant huswife soon,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">She was every morning up by noon</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She made him go to wash and wring, <span class="original-page">[p. 96.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">And every day to dance and sing</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She made him do a worse thing than this,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">To father a child was none of his,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hard by a bush, and under a brier,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw a holy Nun lye under a Frier</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To end my Song I think it long,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Come love me whereas I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">Come give me some drink and I’ll be gone</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The clean contrary way.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 134.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>The Tinker.</i></h4> - -<p class="center">[Some of these verses are evidently misplaced: We keep them -unchanged, but add side-notes to rectify.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There was a Lady in this Land</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That lov’d a Gentleman,</div> -<div class="verse">And could not have him secretly,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As she would now and then,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Till she devis’d to dress him like</div> -<div class="verse indent4">A Tinker in Vocation:</div> -<div class="verse">And thus, disguis’d, she bid him say,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He came to clout her Cauldron.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His face full fair she smother’s black <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">2.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">That he might not be known,</div> -<div class="verse">A leather Jerkin on his back, <span class="original-page">[p. 135.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">His breeches rent and torn;</div> -<div class="verse">With speed he passed to the place,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To knock he did not spare:</div> -<div class="verse">Who’s that, quoth the lady[’s Porter] then,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That raps so rashly there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I am a Tinker, then quoth he, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">3.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">That worketh for my Fee,</div> -<div class="verse">If you have Vessels for to mend,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Then bring them unto me:</div> -<div class="verse">For I have brass within my bag,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And target in my Apron,</div> -<div class="verse">And with my skill I can well clout,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And mend a broken Cauldron.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quoth she, our Cauldron hath most need, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 7.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">At it we will begin,</div> -<div class="verse">For it will hold you half an hour</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To trim it out and in:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But first give me a glass of drink,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The best that we do use,</div> -<div class="verse">For why[,] it is a Tinkers guise</div> -<div class="verse indent4">No good drink to refuse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then to the Brew-house hyed they fast, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 8.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">This broken piece to mend,</div> -<div class="verse">He said he would no company,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">His Craft should not be kend,</div> -<div class="verse">But only to your self, he said,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That must pay me my Fee:</div> -<div class="verse">I am no common Tinker,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But work most curiously.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And I also have made a Vow, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 9. p. 136.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ll keep it if I may,</div> -<div class="verse">There shall no mankind see my work,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That I may stop or stay:</div> -<div class="verse">Then barred he the Brew-house door,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The place was very dark,</div> -<div class="verse">He cast his Budget from his back,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And frankly fell to work.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And whilst he play’d and made her sport, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 10.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Their craft the more to hide,</div> -<div class="verse">She with his hammer stroke full hard</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Against the Cauldron side:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Which made them all to think, and say,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Tinker wrought apace,</div> -<div class="verse">And so be sure he did indeed,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But in another place.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Porter went into the house, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 4.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Where Servants us’d to dine,</div> -<div class="verse">Telling his Lady, at the Gate</div> -<div class="verse indent4">There staid a Tinker fine:</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, much Brass he wears about,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And Target in his Apron,</div> -<div class="verse">Saying, that he hath perfect skill</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To mend your broken Cauldron.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quoth she, of him we have great need, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 5.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Go Porter, let him in,</div> -<div class="verse">If he be cunning in his Craft</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He shall much money win:</div> -<div class="verse">But wisely wist she who he was,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Though nothing she did say,</div> -<div class="verse">For in that sort she pointed him</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To come that very day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When he before the Lady came, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? verse 6. p. 137.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Disguised stood he there,</div> -<div class="verse">He blinked blithly, and did say,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">God save you Mistris fair;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Thou’rt welcome, Tinker, unto me,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Thou seem’st a man of skill,</div> -<div class="verse">All broken Vessels for to mend,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Though they be ne’er so ill;</div> -<div class="verse">I am the best man of my Trade,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Quoth he, in all this Town,</div> -<div class="verse">For any Kettle, Pot, or Pan,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Or clouting of a Cauldron.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, fair Lady, unto her, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">verse 11.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">My business I have ended,</div> -<div class="verse">Go quickly now, and tell your Lord</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Cauldron I have mended:</div> -<div class="verse">As for the Price, that I refer</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Whatsoever he do say,</div> -<div class="verse">Then come again with diligence,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">I would I were away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Lady went unto her Lord, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">12.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Where he walkt up and down,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir, I have with the Tinker been,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The best in all the Town:</div> -<div class="verse">His work he doth exceeding well,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Though he be wondrous dear,</div> -<div class="verse">He asks no less than half a Mark</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For that he hath done here.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, that Target is full dear, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">13.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">I swear by Gods good Mother:</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth she, my Lord, I dare protest,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">’Tis worth five hundred other;</div> -<div class="verse">He strook it in the special place, <span class="original-page">[p. 138.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Where greatest need was found,</div> -<div class="verse">Spending his brass and target both,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To make it safe and sound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Before all Tinkers in the Land,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That travels up and down,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere they should earn a Groat of mine,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">This man should earn a Crown:</div> -<div class="verse">Or were you of his Craft so good,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And none but I it kend,</div> -<div class="verse">Then would it save me many a Mark,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which I am fain to spend.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Lady to her Coffer went,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And took a hundred Mark,</div> -<div class="verse">And gave the Tinker for his pains,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That did so well his work;</div> -<div class="verse">Tinker, said she, take here thy fee,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sith here you’ll not remain,</div> -<div class="verse">But I must have my Cauldron now</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Once scoured o’er again.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then to the former work they went,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">No man could them deny;</div> -<div class="verse">The Lady said, good Tinker call</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The next time thou com’st by:</div> -<div class="verse">For why[,] thou dost thy work so well,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And with so good invention,</div> -<div class="verse">If still thou hold thy hand alike,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Take here a yearly Pension.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And ev’ry quarter of the year</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Our Cauldron thou shalt view;</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, by my faith, her Lord gan say, <span class="original-page">[p. 139.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">I’d rather buy a new;</div> -<div class="verse">Then did the Tinker take his leave</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Both of the Lord and Lady,</div> -<div class="verse">And said, such work as I can do,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To you I will be ready.</div> -<div class="verse">From all such Tinkers of the trade</div> -<div class="verse indent4">God keep my Wife, I pray,</div> -<div class="verse">That comes to clout her Cauldron so,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ll swinge him if I may.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p> - -<p>[A song follows, beginning “There were three birds that built -very low.” With other four, commencing respectively on pp. 146, -153, 161, and 168, it is degraded from position here; for substantial -reasons; and (with a few others, afterwards to be specified,) -given separately. Nothing but the absolute necessity of making -this a genuine Antiquarian Reprint, worthy of the confidence of -all mature students of our Early Literature, compels the Editor to -admit such prurient and imbecile pieces at all. They are tokens -of a debased taste that would be inconceivable, did we not remember -that, not more than twenty years ago, crowds of MP.s, -Lawyers, and Baronets listened with applause, and encored tumultuously, -songs far more objectionable than these (if possible) -in London Music Halls, and Supper Rooms. Those who recollect -what R...s sang (such as “The Lock of Hair,” “My name -it is Sam Hall, Chimbley Sweep,” &c.), and what “Judge N——” -said at his Jury Court, need not be astonished at anything which -was sung or written in the days of the Commonwealth and at the -Restoration. A few words we suppress into dots in <i>Supplement</i>, &c.]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 148.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>The Maid a bathing.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon a Summers day,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">’Bout middle of the morn,</div> -<div class="verse">I spy’d a Lass that lay</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Stark nak’d as she was born;</div> -<div class="verse">’Twas by a running Pool,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Within a meddow green,</div> -<div class="verse">And there she lay to cool,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Not thinking to be seen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then did she by degrees</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Wash every part in rank,</div> -<div class="verse">Her Arms, her breasts, her thighs,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Her Belly, and her Flank;</div> -<div class="verse">Her legs she opened wide,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My eyes I let down steal,</div> -<div class="verse">Untill that I espy’d</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Dame natures privy Seal.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I stript me to the skin,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And boldly stept unto her,</div> -<div class="verse">Thinking her love to win,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">I thus began to wooe her:</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet heart be not so coy,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Time’s sweet in pleasure spent,</div> -<div class="verse">She frown’d, and cry’d, away,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Yet, smiling, gave consent.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then blushing, down she slid, <span class="original-page">[p. 149.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Seeming to be amazed,</div> -<div class="verse">But heaving up her head,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Again she on me gazed;</div> -<div class="verse">I seeing that, lay down,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And boldly ’gan to kiss,</div> -<div class="verse">And she did smile, and frown,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And so fell to our bliss.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then lay she on the ground</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As though she had been sped,</div> -<div class="verse">As women in a swoon,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Yield up, and yet not dead:</div> -<div class="verse">So did this lively maid,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">When hot bloud fill’d her vein,</div> -<div class="verse">And coming to her self she said,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">I thank you for your pain.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></p> - -<p>[Part First, 1661, ends on pages 171-175, with <i>The new Medley -of the Country man, Citizen, and Souldier</i> (which in the 1670 -and 1691 editions are on pp. 182-187). The 1661 edition of -<span class="smcap">Second Part</span> has a complete title-page of its own, in black and -red, exactly agreeing with its own First Part, except that the -words are prefixed “<span class="smcap">The</span> || Second Part || <span class="smcap">of</span>.” A contemporary -MS. note in Ant. à Wood’s copy, says, of each part, “1s. 3d.” as -the original price. There is also, in the 1661 edition (and in that -only), another address, here, which runs as follows:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote larger"> - -<p class="center">“To the Reader:</p> - -<p class="noindent">“Courteous Reader,</p> - -<p>“<i>We do here present thee with the -Second part of <span class="antiqua">Merry Drollery</span>, -not doubting but it will find good Reception -with the more Ingenious; The deficiency of -this shall be supplied in a third, when time -shall serve: In the mean time</i></p> - -<p class="right">Farewel.”</p> - -</div> - -<p>The <i>Third Part</i>, mentioned above, never appeared.</p> - -<p>The woodcut Initial W represents Salome, the daughter of Herodias, -receiving from the Roman-like <i>Stratiotes</i> the head of John the -Baptist (whose body lies at their feet), she holding her charger. -The Editor hopes to engrave it for the <a href="#INTRODUCTION">Introduction</a> to this present -volume.</p> - -<p>The pagination commences afresh in the 1661 Second Part; -but continues in the 1670, and the 1691 editions.]</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 id="MERRY_DROLLERY_EXTRA_II">Merry Drollery, 1661:<br /> -<span class="smcap">Extra Songs in Part Second</span>.<br /> -(<i>Omitted in 1670 and 1691 Editions.</i>)</h3> - -<p class="center">[Part 2nd., p. 21.]</p> - -<h4><i>The Force of Opportunity.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You gods that rule upon the Plains,</div> -<div class="verse">Where nothing but delight remains;</div> -<div class="verse">You Nymphs that haunt the Fairy Bowers,</div> -<div class="verse">Exceeding <i>Flora</i> with her flowers;</div> -<div class="verse">The fairest woman that earth can have</div> -<div class="verse">Sometimes forbidden fruit will crave,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For any woman, whatsoe’r she be,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Will yield to Opportunity.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your Courtly Ladies that attends,</div> -<div class="verse">May sometimes dally with their friends;</div> -<div class="verse">And she that marries with a Knight</div> -<div class="verse">May let his Lodging for a night;</div> -<div class="verse">And she that’s only Worshipful</div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps another friend may gull:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For any woman, <i>&c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Chamber-maid that’s newly married</div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps another man hath carried;</div> -<div class="verse">Your City Wives will not be alone,</div> -<div class="verse">Although their husbands be from home;</div> -<div class="verse">The fairest maid in all the town</div> -<div class="verse">For green will change a russet Gown;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For any woman, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And she that loves a Zealous brother,</div> -<div class="verse">May change her Pulpit for another;</div> -<div class="verse">Physitians study for their skill, <span class="original-page">[p. 22.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whiles wives their Urinals do fill;</div> -<div class="verse">The Lawyers wife may take her pride</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst he their Causes doth decide;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For every woman, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Country maid, that milks the Cow,</div> -<div class="verse">And takes great pains to work and do,</div> -<div class="verse">I’th’ fields may meet her friend or brother,</div> -<div class="verse">And save her soul to get another;</div> -<div class="verse">And she that to the Market[’]s gone</div> -<div class="verse">May horn her man ere she come home;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For any woman, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You Goddesses and Nymphs so bright,</div> -<div class="verse">The greater Star, the lesser light;</div> -<div class="verse">To Lords, as well as mean estates,</div> -<div class="verse">Belongeth husbands horned baites, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? pates.</span>]</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Then give your Ladies leave to prove</div> -<div class="verse">The things the which your selves do love;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For any woman, what ere she be,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Will yield to Opportunity.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 22.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Lusty Tobacco.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You that in love do mean to sport,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">First take a wench of a meaner sort,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">But let her have a comely grace,</div> -<div class="verse">Like one that came from <i>Venus</i> race,</div> -<div class="verse">Then take occasion, time, and place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To give her some Tobacco.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You —— gamesters must be bound, <span class="original-page">[p. 23.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">Their bullets must be plump and round,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">Your Stopper must be stiff and strong,</div> -<div class="verse">Your Pipe it must be large and long,</div> -<div class="verse">Or else she’ll say you do her wrong,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">She’ll scorn your weak Tobacco.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And if that you do please her well,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> -<div class="verse">All others then she will expell,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco.</div> -<div class="verse">She will be ready at your call</div> -<div class="verse">To take Tobacco, Pipe, and all,</div> -<div class="verse">So willing she will be to fall</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To take your strong Tobacco.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when you have her favour won,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">You must hold out as you begun,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">Or else she’ll quickly change her mind,</div> -<div class="verse">And seek some other Friend to find,</div> -<div class="verse">That better may content her mind</div> -<div class="verse indent4">In giving her Tobacco.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And if you do not do her right,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">She’ll take a course to burn your Pipe,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">And if you ask what she doth mean,</div> -<div class="verse">She’ll say she doth’t to make it clean,</div> -<div class="verse">Then take you heed of such a Quean</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For spoyling your Tobacco,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As I my self dare boldly speak, <span class="original-page">[p. 24.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Which makes my very heart to break,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tobacco, Tobacco,</div> -<div class="verse">For she that I take for my friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Hath my Tobacco quite consum’d,</div> -<div class="verse">She hath spoil’d my Pipe, and there’s an end</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Of all my good Tobacco.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 29.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>On the Goldsmiths-Committee.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come Drawer, some wine,</div> -<div class="verse">Or we’ll pull down the Sign,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For we are all jovial Compounders:</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll make the house ring,</div> -<div class="verse">With healths to the KING,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And confusion light on his Confounders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since Goldsmiths Committee</div> -<div class="verse">Affords us no pitty,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Our sorrows in wine we will steep ’um,</div> -<div class="verse">They force us to take</div> -<div class="verse">Two Oaths, but we’ll make</div> -<div class="verse indent4">A third, that we ne’r mean to keep ’um.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And next, who e’r sees,</div> -<div class="verse">We drink on our knees,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To the King, may he thirst that repines.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A fig for those traitors</div> -<div class="verse">That look to our waters,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">They have nothing to do with our wines.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And next here’s a Cup</div> -<div class="verse">To the Queen, fill it up,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Were it poyson, we would make an end o’nt:</div> -<div class="verse">May <i>Charles</i> and She meet,</div> -<div class="verse">And tread under feet</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Both Presbyter and Independent.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To the Prince, and all others,</div> -<div class="verse">His Sisters and Brothers,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As low in condition as high born,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll drink this, and pray, <span class="original-page">[p. 30.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">That shortly they may,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">See all them that wrongs them at <i>Tyburn</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And next here’s three bowls</div> -<div class="verse">To all gallant souls,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That for the King did, and will venter,</div> -<div class="verse">May they flourish when those</div> -<div class="verse">That are his, and their foes</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Are hang’d and ram’d down to the Center.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And next let a Glass</div> -<div class="verse">To our undoers pass,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Attended with two or three curses:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> -<div class="verse">May plagues sent from hell</div> -<div class="verse">Stuff their bodies as well,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As the Cavaliers Coyn doth their purses.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May the <i>Cannibals</i> of <i>Pym</i></div> -<div class="verse">Eat them up limb by limb,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Or a hot Fever scorch ’um to embers,</div> -<div class="verse">Pox keep ’um in bed</div> -<div class="verse">Untill they are dead,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And repent for the loss of their Members.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And may they be found</div> -<div class="verse">In all to abound,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Both with heaven and the countries anger,</div> -<div class="verse">May they never want Fractions,</div> -<div class="verse">Doubts, Fears, and Distractions,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Till the Gallow-tree choaks them from danger.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 31.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>Insatiate Desire.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O That I could by any Chymick Art</div> -<div class="verse">To sperme, convert my spirit and my heart,</div> -<div class="verse">That at one thrust I might my soul translate,</div> -<div class="verse">And in her w... my self degenerate,</div> -<div class="verse">There steep’d in lust nine months I would remain,</div> -<div class="verse">Then boldly —— my passage back again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 32.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>The Horn exalted.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Listen Lordings to my Story,</div> -<div class="verse">I will sing of Cuckolds glory,</div> -<div class="verse">And thereat let none be vext,</div> -<div class="verse">None doth know whose turn is next;</div> -<div class="verse">And seeing it is in most mens scorn,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis Charity to advance the <i>Horn</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Diana</i> was a Virgin pure,</div> -<div class="verse">Amongst the rest chaste and demure;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet you know well, I am sure,</div> -<div class="verse">What <i>Acteon</i> did endure,</div> -<div class="verse">If men have <i>Horns</i> for [such] as she, <span class="original-page">[p. 33.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">I pray thee tell me what are we?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let thy friend enjoy his rest,</div> -<div class="verse">What though he wear <i>Acteons</i> creast?</div> -<div class="verse">Malice nor Venome at him spit,</div> -<div class="verse">He wears but what the gods thinks fit;</div> -<div class="verse">Confess he is by times Recorder</div> -<div class="verse">Knight of great <i>Diana’s</i> Order.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Luna</i> was no venial sinner,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet she hath a man within her,</div> -<div class="verse">And to cut off Cuckolds scorns,</div> -<div class="verse">She decks her head with Silver horns</div> -<div class="verse">And if the moon in heaven[’]s thus drest,</div> -<div class="verse">The men on earth like it are blest.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> - -<p>[<i>A Droll of a Louse</i> (p. 33.), seven verses of seven lines each, -beginning “Discoveries of late have been made by adventures,” is -reserved. <a href="#Page_230"><i>Vide ante</i> p. 230.</a>]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 38.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>A Letany.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From <i>Essex</i> Anabaptist Laws,</div> -<div class="verse">And from <i>Norfolk</i> Plough-tail Laws, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? taws</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">From <i>Abigails</i> pure tender Zeal,</div> -<div class="verse">Whiter than a <i>Brownists</i> veal,</div> -<div class="verse">From a Serjeants Temple pickle,</div> -<div class="verse">And the Brethrens <i>Conventicle</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">From roguish meetings, or Cutpurse hall,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>New-England</i>, worst of all,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Libera nos Domine</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From the cry of <i>Ludgate</i> debters, <span class="original-page">[p. 39.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the noise of Prisoners Fetters,</div> -<div class="verse">From groans of them that have the Pox,</div> -<div class="verse">And coyl of Beggars in the Stocks,</div> -<div class="verse">From roar o’ th’ <i>Bridge</i>, and <i>Bedlam</i> prate,</div> -<div class="verse">And with Wives met at <i>Billingsgate</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">From scritch-owles, and dogs night-howling,</div> -<div class="verse">From Sailers cry at their main bowling,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Libera nos Domine</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From <i>Frank Wilsons</i> trick of <i>mopping</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And her ulcered h... with <i>popping</i>,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> -<div class="verse">From Knights o’ th’ post, and from decoys,</div> -<div class="verse">From <i>Whores</i>, <i>Bawds</i>, and roaring <i>Boys</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">From a <i>Bulker</i> in the dark,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Hannah</i> with St. <i>Tantlins</i> Clark,</div> -<div class="verse">From Biskets Bawds have rubb’d their gums,</div> -<div class="verse">And from purging-Comfit plums,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Libera nos Domine</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From <i>Sue Prats</i> Son, the fair and witty,</div> -<div class="verse">The Lord of <i>Portsmouth</i>, sweet and pretty,</div> -<div class="verse">From her that creeps up <i>Holbourne</i> hill,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Moll</i> that cries, <i>God-dam-me</i> still,</div> -<div class="verse">From backwards-ringing of the Bells,</div> -<div class="verse">From both the Counters and Bridewells,</div> -<div class="verse">From blind <i>Robbin</i> and his <i>Bess</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And from a Purse that’s penniless,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Libera nos Domine</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From gold-finders, and night-weddings,</div> -<div class="verse">From <i>Womens</i> eyes false liquid sheddings,</div> -<div class="verse">From <i>Rocks</i>, <i>Sands</i>, and <i>Cannon-shot</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And from a stinking Chamber-pot,</div> -<div class="verse">From a hundred years old sinner, <span class="original-page">[p. 40.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And Duke <i>Humphreys</i> hungry dinner,</div> -<div class="verse">From stinking breath of an old Aunt[,]</div> -<div class="verse">From Parritors and Pursevants[,]</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Libera nos Domine</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From a Dutchmans snick and sneeing,</div> -<div class="verse">From a nasty Irish being[,]</div> -<div class="verse">From a <i>Welchmans</i> lofty bragging,</div> -<div class="verse">And a Monsieur loves not drabbing,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From begging Scotchmen and their pride,</div> -<div class="verse">From striving ’gainst both wind and tide,</div> -<div class="verse">From too much strong Wine and Beer,</div> -<div class="verse">Enforcing us to domineer,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Libera nos Domine</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[Following the above comes a group of more than usually objectionable -Songs, viz., <i>John</i> and <i>Joan</i>, beginning “If you will -give ear” (p. 46); “Full forty times over I have strived to win,” -same title (p. 61); The Answer to it, “He is a fond Lover that -doateth on scorn” (p. 62); Love’s Tenement, “If any one do -want a house” (p. 64); and A New Year’s Gift, “Fair Lady, for -your New Year’s Gift” (p. 81). These are all reserved for the -Chamber of Horrors. <a href="#Page_230"><i>Vide ante</i>, p. 230.</a>]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 103.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>New <span class="antiqua">England</span> described.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Among the purifidian Sect,</div> -<div class="verse">I mean the counterfeit Elect:</div> -<div class="verse">Zealous bankrupts, Punks devout,</div> -<div class="verse">Preachers suspended, rabble rout,</div> -<div class="verse">Let them sell all, and out of hand</div> -<div class="verse">Prepare to go to <i>New England</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To build new <i>Babel</i> strong and sure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Now call’d a Church unspotted pure.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There Milk from Springs, like Rivers, flows,</div> -<div class="verse">And Honey upon hawthorn grows;</div> -<div class="verse">Hemp, Wool, and Flax, there grows on trees,</div> -<div class="verse">The mould is fat, it cuts like cheese;</div> -<div class="verse">All fruits and herbs spring in the fields,</div> -<div class="verse">Tobacco it good plenty yields;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And there shall be a Church most pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where you may find salvation sure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Venison of all sorts great store,</div> -<div class="verse">Both Stag, and buck, wild Goat, and Boar,</div> -<div class="verse">And all so tame, that you with ease</div> -<div class="verse">May take your fill, eat what you please;</div> -<div class="verse">There’s Beavers plenty, yea, so many,</div> -<div class="verse">That you may buy two skins a penny,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Above all this, a Church most pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where to be saved you may be sure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s flight of Fowl do cloud the skie,</div> -<div class="verse">Great Turkies of threescore pound weight,</div> -<div class="verse">As big as Estriges, there Geese, <span class="original-page">[p. 104.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">With thanks, are sold for pence a piece;</div> -<div class="verse">Of Duck and Mallard, Widgeon, Teale,</div> -<div class="verse">Twenty for two-pence make a meale;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Yea, and a Church unspotted pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Within whose bosome all are sure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Loe, there in shoals all sorts of fish,</div> -<div class="verse">Of the salt seas, and water fresh:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Ling, Cod, Poor-John, and Haberdine,</div> -<div class="verse">Are taken with the Rod and Line;</div> -<div class="verse">A painful fisher on the shore</div> -<div class="verse">May take at least twenty an houre;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Besides all this a Church most pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where you may live and dye secure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There twice a year all sorts of Grain</div> -<div class="verse">Doth down from heaven, like hailstones, rain;</div> -<div class="verse">You ne’r shall need to sow nor plough,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s plenty of all things enough:</div> -<div class="verse">Wine sweet and wholsome drops from trees,</div> -<div class="verse">As clear as chrystal, without lees;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Yea, and a Church unspotted, pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">From dregs of Papistry secure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No Feasts nor festival set daies</div> -<div class="verse">Are here observed, the Lord be prais’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Though not in Churches rich and strong,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet where no Mass was ever Sung,</div> -<div class="verse">The Bulls of <i>Bashan</i> ne’r met there[;]</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Surplice</i> and <i>Cope</i> durst not appear;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Old Orders all they will abjure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">This Church hath all things new and pure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No discipline shall there be used, <span class="original-page">[p. 105.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Law of Nature they have chused[;]</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> -<div class="verse">All that the spirit seems to move</div> -<div class="verse">Each man may choose and so approve,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s Government without command,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s unity without a band;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A Synagogue unspotted pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where lust and pleasure dwells secure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Loe in this Church all shall be free</div> -<div class="verse">To Enjoy their Christian liberty;</div> -<div class="verse">All things made common, void of strife,</div> -<div class="verse">Each man may take anothers wife,</div> -<div class="verse">And keep a hundred maids, if need,</div> -<div class="verse">To multiply, increase, and breed,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then is not this Foundation sure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To build a Church unspotted, pure?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The native People, though yet wild,</div> -<div class="verse">Are altogether kind and mild,</div> -<div class="verse">And apt already, by report,</div> -<div class="verse">To live in this religious sort;</div> -<div class="verse">Soon to conversion they’l be brought</div> -<div class="verse">When <i>Warrens Mariery</i> have wrought,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who being sanctified and pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">May by the Spirit them alure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let <i>Amsterdam</i> send forth her Brats,</div> -<div class="verse">Her Fugitives and Runnagates:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Let Bedlam, Newgate, and the Clink</div> -<div class="verse">Disgorge themselves into this sink;</div> -<div class="verse">Let Bridewell and the stews be kept,</div> -<div class="verse">And all sent thither to be swept;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So may our Church be cleans’d and pure,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Keep both it self and state secure.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 106.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>The insatiate Lover.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come hither my own sweet duck,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sit upon my knee,</div> -<div class="verse">That thou and I may truck</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For thy Commodity,</div> -<div class="verse">If thou wilt be my honey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then I will be thine own,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou shall not want for money</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If thou wilt make it known;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho my honey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My heart shall never rue,</div> -<div class="verse">For I have been spending money</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And amongst the jovial Crew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I prethee leave thy scorning,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which our true love beguiles,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy eyes are bright as morning,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Sun shines in thy smiles,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy gesture is so prudent,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy language is so free,</div> -<div class="verse">That he is the best Student</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which can study thee;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Merchant would refuse</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His Indies and his Gold</div> -<div class="verse">If he thy love might chuse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And have thy love in hold:</div> -<div class="verse">Thy beauty yields more pleasure</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than rich men keep in store,</div> -<div class="verse">And he that hath such treasure <span class="original-page">[p. 107.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Never can be poor;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Lawyer would forsake</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His wit and pleading strong:</div> -<div class="verse">The Ruler and Judge would take</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy part wer’t right or wrong;</div> -<div class="verse">Should men thy beauty see</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Amongst the learned throngs,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy very eyes would be</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Too hard for all their tongues;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy kisses to thy friend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Surgeons skill out-strips,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For nothing can transcend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The balsome of thy Lips,</div> -<div class="verse">There is such vital power</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Contained in thy breath,</div> -<div class="verse">That at the latter hour</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Twould raise a man from death;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey, ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Astronomers would not</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lye gazing in the skies</div> -<div class="verse">Had they thy beauty got,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No Stars shine like thine eyes:</div> -<div class="verse">For he that may importune</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy love to an embrace,</div> -<div class="verse">Can read no better fortune</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then what is in thy face.</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Souldier would throw down <span class="original-page">[p. 108.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">His Pistols and Carbine,</div> -<div class="verse">And freely would be bound</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wear no arms but thine:</div> -<div class="verse">If thou wert but engaged</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To meet him in the field,</div> -<div class="verse">Though never so much inraged</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou couldest make him yield,</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The seamen would reject <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Seaman</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To sayl upon the Sea,</div> -<div class="verse">And his good ship neglect</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To be aboard of thee:</div> -<div class="verse">When thou liest on thy pillows</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He surely could not fail</div> -<div class="verse">To make thy brest his billows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to hoyst up sayl;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The greatest Kings alive</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would wish thou wert their own,</div> -<div class="verse">And every one would strive</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make thy Lap their Throne,</div> -<div class="verse">For thou hast all the merit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That love and liking brings;</div> -<div class="verse">Besides a noble spirit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which may conquer Kings;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Were <i>Rosamond</i> on earth</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I surely would abhor her,</div> -<div class="verse">Though ne’r so great by birth</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I should not change thee for her;</div> -<div class="verse">Though Kings and Queens are gallant, <span class="original-page">[p. 109.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bear a royal sway,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The poor man hath his Talent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And loves as well as they,</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then prethee come and kiss me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And say thou art mine own,</div> -<div class="verse">I vow I would not miss thee</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not for a Princes Throne;</div> -<div class="verse">Let love and I perswade thee</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My gentle suit to hear:</div> -<div class="verse">If thou wilt be my Lady,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then I will be thy dear;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I never will deceive thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But ever will be true,</div> -<div class="verse">Till death I shall not leave thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or change thee for a new;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll live as mild as may be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If thou wilt but agree,</div> -<div class="verse">And get a pretty baby</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a face like thee,</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let these perswasions move thee</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Kindly to comply,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s no man that can love thee</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With so much zeal as I;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Do thou but yield me pleasure,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And take from me this pain,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll give thee all the Treasure</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Horse and man can gain;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ll fight in forty duels <span class="original-page">[p. 110.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To obtain thy grace,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll give thee precious jewels</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall adorn thy face;</div> -<div class="verse">E’r thou for want of money</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be to destruction hurl’d,</div> -<div class="verse">For to support my honey</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll plunder all the world;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That smile doth show consenting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then prethee let’s be gone,</div> -<div class="verse">There shall be no repenting</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When the deed is done;</div> -<div class="verse">My bloud and my affection,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My spirits strongly move,</div> -<div class="verse">Then let us for this action</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fly to yonder grove,</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let us lye down by those bushes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That are grown so high,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Where I will hide thy blushes;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Here’s no standers by</div> -<div class="verse">This seventh day of <i>July</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon this bank we’ll lye,</div> -<div class="verse">Would all were, that love truly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As close as thou and I;</div> -<div class="verse">With hey ho[,] my honey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My heart shall never rue,</div> -<div class="verse">For I have been spending money</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Amongst the jovial Crew.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[Followed, in 1661 edition by “Now that the Spring,” &c., and -the three other pieces which are to be found in succession, already -printed in our <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i> of 1670, 1691, pp. 296-301: -The last of these being the Song, “She lay all naked in her -bed.” This begins on p. 115, of Part 2nd, 1661; p. 300, 1691. -In the former edition it is followed by “The Answer,” beginning -“She lay up to,” &c., which, like other extremely objectionable -pieces, is kept apart. Next follow, in 1661 edition, The Louse, and -the Concealment.]</p> - -<p><span class="original-page">[p. 149.]</span></p> - -<h4><i>The Louse.</i></h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If that you will hear of a Ditty</div> -<div class="verse">That’s framed by a six-footed Creature,</div> -<div class="verse">She lives both in Town and in City,</div> -<div class="verse">She is very loving by nature;</div> -<div class="verse">She’l offer her service to any,</div> -<div class="verse">She’l stick close but she’l prevail,</div> -<div class="verse">She’s entertained by too many</div> -<div class="verse">Till death, she no man will fail.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Fenner</i> once in a Play did describe her,</div> -<div class="verse">How she had her beginning first,</div> -<div class="verse">How she sprung from the loyns of great <i>Pharaoh</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And how by a King she was nurs’d:</div> -<div class="verse">How she fell on the Carkass of <i>Herod</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">A companion for any brave fighter,</div> -<div class="verse">And there’s no fault to be found with her,</div> -<div class="verse">But that she’s a devillish backbiter.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With Souldiers she’s often comraded</div> -<div class="verse">And often does them much good,</div> -<div class="verse">She’l save them the charge of a Surgeon</div> -<div class="verse">In sickness for letting them blood;</div> -<div class="verse">Corruption she draws like a horse-leech, <span class="original-page">[p. 150.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Growing she’ll prove a great breeder,</div> -<div class="verse">At night she will creep in her cottage,</div> -<div class="verse">By day she’s a damnable feeder.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She’l venture as much in a battel</div> -<div class="verse">As any Commander may go,</div> -<div class="verse">But then she’l play Jack on both sides,</div> -<div class="verse">She cares not a fart for her Foe:</div> -<div class="verse">She knows that alwaies she’s shot-free,</div> -<div class="verse">To kill her no sword will prevaile,</div> -<div class="verse">But if she’s taken prisoner,</div> -<div class="verse">She’s prest to death by the naile.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She doth not esteem of your rich men,</div> -<div class="verse">But alwaies sticks close to the poor;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor she cares not for your clean shifters,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor for such as brave cloaths wear;</div> -<div class="verse">She loves all such as are non-suited,</div> -<div class="verse">Or any brave fellow that lacks;</div> -<div class="verse">She’s as true a friend to poor Souldiers,</div> -<div class="verse">As the shirt that sticks close to their backs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She cannot abide your clean Laundress,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor those that do set her on work,</div> -<div class="verse">Her delight is all in foul linnen,</div> -<div class="verse">Where in narraw seams she may lurk:</div> -<div class="verse">From her and her breed God defend me,</div> -<div class="verse">For I have had their company store,</div> -<div class="verse">Pray take her among you[,] Gentry,</div> -<div class="verse">Let her trouble poor souldiers no more.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[As already mentioned, this is followed, in the 1661 Part Second, -page 151, by The Concealment, beginning “I loved a maid, she -loved not me,” which is the last of the songs or poems peculiar to -that edition. See the end of our Supplement: so paged that it may -be either omitted or included, leaving no <i>hiatus</i>. We add, after -the Supplement, the title-page of the 1670 edition of <i>Merry Drollery, -Compleat</i>; when reissued in 1691, the <i>same sheets</i> held the -fresh title-page prefixed, such as we gave in second Volume. -Readers now possess the entire work, all three editions, comprehended -in our Reprint: which is the Fourth Edition, but the first -Annotated. J. W. E.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center larger" id="APPENDIX">Appendix.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>APPENDIX.<br /> -<span class="smaller"><i>Notes, Illustrations, Various Readings, and -Emendations of Text.</i></span></h2> - -<p class="center smaller">(NOW FIRST ADDED.)</p> - -<div class="blockquote hanging"> - -<p class="center">Arranged in Four Parts:—</p> - -<p>1.—<i>Choyce Drollery</i>, 1656.</p> - -<p>2.—<i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>, 1661.</p> - -<p>3.—<i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, 1674.</p> - -<p>4.—<i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661; and Additional Notes -to 1670-1691 editions: with Index.</p> - -</div> - -<p>Readers, who have accompanied the Editor -both in text and comment throughout these -three volumes of Reprints from the <i>Drolleries of the -Restoration</i>, can scarcely have failed to see that he has -desired to present the work for their study with such -advantages as lay within his reach. Certainly, he -never could have desired to assist in bringing these -rare volumes into the hands of a fresh generation, if -he believed not that their few faults were far outweighed -by their merits; and that much may be learnt -from both of these. Every antiquary is well aware -that during the troubled days of the Civil War, and -for the remaining years of the seventeenth century,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -books were printed with such an abundance of typographical -errors that a pure text of any author cannot -easily be recovered. In the case of all unlicensed -publications, such as anonymous pamphlets, <i>facetiæ</i>, -broad-sheet Ballads, and the more portable <i>Drolleries</i>, -these imperfections were innumerable. Dropt -lines and omitted verses, corrupt readings and perversions -of meaning, sometimes amounting to a total destruction -of intelligibility, might drive an Editor to -despair.</p> - -<p>In regard to the <i>Drolleries</i>-literature, especially, if -we remember, as we ought to do, the difficulties and -dangers attendant on the printing of these political -squibs and pasquinades, we shall be less inclined to -rail at the original collector, or “author,” and printers. -If we ourselves, as Editor, do our best to examine -such other printed books and manuscripts of the time, -as may assist in restoring what for awhile was corrupted -or lost from the text (<i>keeping these corrections -and additions clearly distinguished, within square brackets, -or in Appendix Notes</i> to each successive volume), -we shall find ourselves more usefully employed than in -flinging stones at the Cavaliers of the Restoration, because -they left behind them many a doubtful reading -or an empty flaggon.</p> - -<p>We have given back, to all who desire to study these -invaluable records of a memorable time, four complete<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> -unmutilated works (except twenty-seven necessarily -dotted words): and we could gladly have furnished -additional information regarding each and all of these, -if further delay or increased bulk had not been equally -inexpedient.</p> - -<p>1.—In <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, 1656, are seen such fugitive -pieces of poetry as belong chiefly to the reign of -Charles 1st., and to the eight years after he had been -judicially murdered.</p> - -<p>2.—In <i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661, and in the <i>Antidote -against Melancholy</i> of the same date, we receive an -abundant supply of such Cavalier songs, ballads, lampoons -or pasquinades, social and political, as may -serve to bring before us a clear knowledge of what was -being thought, said, and done during the first year of -the Restoration; and, indeed, a reflection of much that -had gone recently before, as a preparation for it.</p> - -<p>3.—In such <i>additional</i> matter as came to view in -the <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, of 1670 (N.B., precisely -the same work as what we have reprinted, from the -1691 edition, in our second volume); and still more -in the delightful <i>Westminster-Drolleries</i> of 1671, 1672, -and 1674, we enjoy the humours of the Cavaliers at a -later date: Songs from theatres as well as those in -favour at Court, and more than a few choice pastorals -and ditties of much earlier date, lend variety to the -collection.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span></p> - -<p>We could easily have added another volume; but -enough has surely been done in this series to show -how rich are the materials. Let us increase the value -of all, before entering in detail on our third series -of Appendix Notes, by giving entirely the deeply-interesting -Address to the Reader, written and published -in 1656 (exactly contemporary with our <i>Choyce Drollery</i>), -by Abraham Wright, for his rare collection of -University Poems, known as “<i>Parnassus Biceps</i>.”</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>It is “An Epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly-secluded -and sequestered Members, by one who himselfe -is none.”</p> - -<p class="right">[Sheet sig. A 2.]</p> - -<p class="center">“To the Ingenuous<br /> -READER.</p> - -<p class="noindent">SIR,</p> - -<div> -<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="dropcap">These leaves present you with some few -drops of that Ocean of Wit, which flowed -from those two brests of this Nation, the -<i>Universities</i>; and doth now (the sluces -being puld up) overflow the whole Land: -or rather like those Springs of Paradice, -doth water and enrich the whole world; whilst the Fountains -themselues are dryed up, and that Twin-Paradise -become desart. For then were these Verses Composed, -when <i>Oxford</i> and <i>Camebridge</i> were Universities, and a -Colledge [A 2, <i>reverso</i>] more learned then a Town-Hall, -when the Buttery and Kitchin could speak Latine, -though not Preach; and the very irrational Turnspits -had so much knowing modesty, as not to dare to come -into a Chappel, or to mount any Pulpits but their own. -Then were these Poems writ, when peace and plenty were -the best Patriots and Mæcenasses to great Wits; when -we could sit and make Verses under our own Figtrees, -and be inspired from the juice of our own Vines: then,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> -when it was held no sin for the same man to be both a -Poet, and a Prophet; and to draw predictions no lesse -from his Verse then his Text. Thus you shall meet here -St. <i>Pauls</i> Rapture in a Poem, and the fancy as high and -as clear as the third Heaven, into which [A. 3] that -Apostle was caught up: and this not onely in the ravishing -expressions and extasies of amorous Composures and -Love Songs; but in the more grave Dorick strains of -sollid Divinity: Anthems that might have become <i>Davids</i> -Harpe, and <i>Asaphs</i> Quire, to be sung, as they were made, -with the Spirit of that chief Musitian. Againe, In this -small Glasse you may behold your owne face, fit your own -humors, however wound up and tuned; whether to the -sad note, and melancholy look of a disconsolate Elegy, or -those more sprightly jovial Aires of an Epithalamium, or -Epinichion. Further, would you see a Mistresse of any -age, or face, in her created, or uncreated complexion: -this mirrour presents you with more shapes then a Conjurers -[<i>verso</i>] Glasse, or a Limner’s Pencil. It will also -teach you how to court that Mistresse, when her very -washings and pargettings cannot flatter her; how to raise -a beauty out of wrinkles fourscore years old, and to fall -in love even with deformity and uglinesse. From your -Mistresse it brings you to your God; and (as it were -some new Master of the Ceremonies) instructs you how -to woe, and court him likewise; but with approaches and -distances, with gestures and expressions suitable to a -Diety [Deity]; addresses clothed with such a sacred -filial horror and reverence, as may invite and embolden -the most despairing condition of the saddest gloomy Sinner; -and withall dash out of countenance the greatest -confidence of the most glorious Saint: and not with that -blasphemous familiarity [A. 4] of our new enlightened and -inspired men, who are as bold with the Majesty and glory -of that Light that is unapproachable, as with their own -<i>ignes fatui</i>; and account of the third Person in the -blessed Trinity for no more then their Fellow-Ghost; -thinking him as much bound to them for their vertiginous -blasts and whi[r]le-winds, as they to him for his own -most holy Spirit. Your Authors then of these few sheets<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> -are Priests, as well as Poets; who can teach you to pray -in verse, and (if there were not already too much phantasticknes -in that Trade) to Preach likewise: while they -turn Scripture-chapters into Odes, and both the Testaments -into one book of Psalmes: making <i>Parnassus</i> as -sacred as Mount <i>Olivet</i>, and the nine Muses no lesse religious -then a Cloyster of Nuns. [<i>verso</i>.] But yet for all -this I would not have thee, <i>Courteous Reader</i>, pass thy -censure upon those two Fountains of Religion and Learning, -the <i>Universities</i>, from these few small drops of wit, -as hardly as some have done upon the late <i>Assemblies</i> -three-half-penny Catechisme: as if all their publick and -private Libraries, all their morning and evening watchings, -all those pangs and throwes of their Studies, were -now at length delivered but of a Verse, and brought to -bed onely of five feet, and a Conceit. For although the -judicious modesty of these men dares not look the world -in the face with any of <i>Theorau Johns</i> Revelations, or -those glaring New-lights that have muffled the Times and -Nation with a greater confusion and darknes, then ever -benighted [A. 5] the world since the first Chaos: yet -would they please but to instruct this ignorant Age with -those exact elaborate Pieces, which might reform Philosophy -without a Civil War, and new modell even Divinity -its selfe without the ruine of either Church, or State; -probably that most prudent and learned Order of the -Church of <i>Rome</i>, the <i>Jesuite</i>, should not boast more -sollid, though more numerous Volum[e]s in this kind. -And of this truth that Order was very sensible, when it -felt the rational Divinity of one single <i>Chillingworth</i> to -be an unanswerable twelve-years-task for all their English -Colledges in Chrisendome. And therefore that -<i>Society</i> did like its selfe, when it sent us over a War instead -of an Answer, and proved us Hereticks by the -Sword: which [<i>verso</i>] in the first place was to Rout the -<i>Universities</i>, and to teach our two Fountains of Learning -better manners, then for ever heareafter to bubble and -swell against the <i>Apostolick Sea</i>. And yet I know not -whether the depth of their Politicks might not have advised -to have kept those Fountains within their own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> -banks, and there to have dammd them and choakd them -up with the mud of the Times, rather then to have let -those Protestant Streams run, which perchance may effect -that now by the spreading Riverets, which they could -never have done through the inclosed Spring: as it had -been a deeper State-piece and Reach in that Sanedrim, -the great Councell of the Jewish Nation, to have confined -the Apostles to <i>Jerusalem</i>, and there to have muzzeld -them [A 6] with Oaths, and Orders; rather then by a -fruitful Persecution to scatter a few Gospel Seeds, that -would spring up the Religion of the whole world: which -had it been Coopd within the walls of that City, might (for -all they knew) in few years have expired and given up -the ghost upon the same <i>Golgotha</i> with its Master. And -as then every Pair of Fishermen made a Church and -caught the sixt part of the world in their Nets; so now -every Pair of Ce[o]lledge-fellows make as many several -Universityes; which are truly so call’d, in that they are -Catholick, and spread over the face of the whole earth; -which stand amazed, to see not onely Religion, but -Learning also to come from beyond the <i>Alpes</i>; and that -a poor despised Canton and nook of the world should -contain as much of each [<i>verso</i>] as all the other Parts besides. -But then, as when our single Jesus was made an -universall Saviour, and his particular Gospel the Catholick -Religion; though that Jesus and this Gospel did -both take their rise from the holy City; yet now no City -is more unholy and infidel then that; insomuch that there -is at this day scarce any thing to be heard of a Christ at -<i>Jerusalem</i>, more then that such a one was sometimes -there, nor any thing to be seen of his Gospel, more -then a Sepulcher: just so it is here with us; where -though both Religion and Learning do owe their -growth, as well as birth, to those Nurseryes of -both, the Universityes; yet, since the Siens of those -Nurseryes have been transplanted, there’s little remaines -in them now (if they are not belyed) either of the old [A 7] -Religion and Divinity, more then its empty Chair & Pulpit, -or of the antient Learning & Arts, except bare -Schools, and their gilded Superscriptions: so far have we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> -beggard our selves to enrich the whole world. And thus, -<i>Ingenuous Sir</i>, have I given you the State and Condition -of this <i>Poetick Miscellany</i>, as also of the <i>Authors</i>; it being -no more then some few slips of the best Florists made up -into a slender Garland, to crown them in their Pilgrimage, -and refresh thee in thine: if yet their very Pilgrimage be -not its selfe a Crown equall to that of Confessors, and -their Academicall Dissolution a Resurrection to the greatest -temporall glory: when they shall be approved of by -men and Angels for a chosen Generation, a Royal Priesthood, -a peculiar People. In the interim let this [<i>verso</i>] -comfort be held out to you, <i>our secluded University members</i>, -by him that is none; (and therefore what hath been -here spoken must not be interpreted as out of passion to -my self, but meer zeal to my Mother) that according to -the generally received Principles and Axioms of Policy, -and the soundest Judgment of the most prudential Statesmen -upon those Principles, the date of your sad Ostracisme -is expiring, and at an end; but yet such an end, as -some of you will not embrace when it shall be offered; -but will chuse rather to continue Peripateticks through the -whole world, then to return, and be so in your own Colledges. -For as that great Councell of <i>Trent</i> had a Form -and Conclusion altogether contrary to the expectation and -desires of them that procured it; so our great Councels of -<i>England</i> [A 8] (our late Parliament) will have such a result, -and Catastrophe, as shall no ways answer the Fasts -and Prayers, the Humiliations, and Thanksgivings of -their Plotters and Contrivers: such a result I say, that -will strike a palsie through Mr. <i>Pims</i> ashes, make his cold -Marble sweat; and put all those several Partyes, and -Actors, that have as yet appeard upon our tragical bloudy -Stage, to an amazed stand and gaze: when they shall -confess themselves (but too late) to be those improvident -axes and hammers in the hand of a subtle <i>Workman</i>; -whereby he was enabled to beat down, and square out -our Church and State into a Conformity with his own. -And then it will appeare that the great Worke, and the -holy Cause, and the naked Arme, so much talked of for -[<i>verso</i>] these fifteen years, were but the work, and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> -cause, and the arme of that <i>Hand</i>, which hath all this -while reached us over the <i>Alpes</i>; dividing, and composing, -winding us up, and letting us down, untill our very discords -have set and tuned us to such notes, both in our -Ecclesiastical, and Civill Government; as may soonest -conduce to that most necessary Catholick Unison and -Harmony, which is an essential part of Christs Church -here upon Earth, and the very Church its selfe in Heaven. -And thus far, <i>Ingenuous Reader</i>, suffer him to be a Poet -in his Prediction, though not in his Verse; who desires -to be known so far to thee, as that he is a friend to persecuted -Truth and Peace; and thy most affectionate Christian -Servant,</p> - -<p class="right"><i>Ab: Wright</i>.”</p> - -<p>(From <i>Parnassus Biceps: or, Severall Choice Pieces of -<span class="smcap">Poetry</span>, composed by the best <span class="smcap">Wits</span> that were in both the -Universities before their <span class="smcap">Dissolution</span></i>. London: Printed -for <i>George Eversden</i> at the Signe of the <i>Maidenhead</i> in -St. <i>Pauls</i> Church-yard, 1656.)</p> - -</div> - -<h3 id="APPENDIX_1">1.—CHOYCE DROLLERY, 1656.</h3> - -<h4>Note, on <a href="#ADDRESS"><i>The Address to the Reader</i></a>, &c.</h4> - -<p>The subscribed initials, “R. P.” are those of Robert -Pollard; whose name appears on the title-page (which we -reproduce), preceding his address. Excepting that he -was a bookseller, dwelling and trading at the “Ben Jonson’s -Head, behind the Exchange,” in business-connection -with John Sweeting, of the Angel, in Pope’s -Head Alley, in 1656; and that he had previously issued -a somewhat similar Collection of Poems to the <i>Choyce -Drollery</i> (successful, but not yet identified), we know -nothing more of Robert Pollard. The books of that date, -and of that special class, are extremely rare, and the few -existing copies are so difficult of access (for the most part -in private possession, almost totally inaccessible except to -those who know not how to use them), that information -can only be acquired piecemeal and laboriously. Five<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> -years hence, if the Editor be still alive, he may be able to -tell much more concerning the authors and the compilers -of the <i>Restoration Drolleries</i>.</p> - -<p>We are told that there is an extra leaf to <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, -“only found in a few copies, containing ten lines of -verse, beginning <i>Fame’s windy trump</i>, &c. This leaf -occurs in one or two extant copies of <i>England’s Parnassus</i>, -1600. Many of the pieces found here are -much older than the date of the book [viz., 1656]. It -contains notices of many of our early poets, and, unlike -some of its successors, is of intrinsic value. Only two or -three copies have occurred.” (<i>W. C. H.’s Handb. Pop. -Lit. G. B.</i>, 1867, p. 168.) “Cromwell’s Government ordered -this book to be burned.” (<i>Ibid.</i>) On this last item -see our <a href="#INTRODUCTION">Introduction</a>, section first. J. P. Collier, who -prepared the Catalogue of Richard Heber’s Collection, -<i>Bibliotheca Heberiana</i>, Pt. iv., 1834 (a rich storehouse for -bibliographical students, but not often gratefully acknowledged -by them), thus writes of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>:—“This -is one of the most intrinsically valuable of the <i>Drolleries</i>, -if only for the sake of the very interesting poem in which -characters are given of all the following Poets: Shakespeare, -Jonson, Beaumont and Fletcher, Massinger, Chapman, -Daborne, Sylvester, Quarles, May, Sands, Digges, -Daniel, Drayton, Withers, Brown, Shirley, Ford, Middleton, -Heywood, Churchyard, Dekker, Brome, Chaucer, -Spencer, Basse, and finally John Shank, the Actor, who -is said to have been famous for a jig. Other pieces are -much older, and are here reprinted from previous collections” -[mostly lost]. P. 90.</p> - -<p>It is also known to J. O. Halliwell-Phillips; (but, truly, -what is <i>not</i> known to him?) See <i>Shakespeare Society’s -Papers</i>, iii. 172, 1847.</p> - -<p>In our copy of <i>England’s Parnassus</i> (unindexed, save -subjects), 1600, we sought to find “<i>Fame’s windy -trump</i>.” [We hear that the leaf was in <i>E. P.</i> at Tite’s -sale, 1874.]</p> - -<p>As we have never seen a copy of <i>Choyce Drollery</i> containing -the passage of “ten lines,” described as beginning -“Fame’s Windy Trump,” we cannot be quite certain of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> -the following, from <i>England’s Parnassus</i>, 1600, being the -one in question, but believe that it is so. Perhaps it ran, -“<i>Fame’s Windy Trump, whatever sound out-flies</i>,” &c. -There are twenty-seven lines in all. We distinguish the -probable portion of “ten lines” by enclosing the other -two parts in brackets:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">FAME.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">[<i>A Monster swifter none is under sunne;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Encreasing, as in waters we descrie</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The circles small, of nothing that begun,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which, at the length, unto such breadth do come,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That of a drop, which from the skies doth fall,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The circles spread, and hide the waters all:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>So Fame, in flight encreasing more and more;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For, at the first, she is not scarcely knowne,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But by and by she fleets from shore to shore,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To clouds from th’ earth her stature straight is growne.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>There whatsoever by her trumpe is blowne,</i>]</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The sound, that both by sea and land out-flies,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Rebounds againe, and verberates the skies.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They say, the earth that first the giants bred,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For anger that the gods did them dispatch,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Brought forth this sister of those monsters dead,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Full light of foote, swift wings the winds to catch:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Such monsters erst did nature never hatch.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As many plumes she hath from top to toe,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>So many eyes them underwatch or moe;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And tongues do speake: so many eares do harke.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">[<i>By night ’tweene heaven she flies and earthly shade,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And, shreaking, takes no quiet sleepe by darke:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>On houses roofes, on towers, as keeper made,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>She sits by day, and cities threates t’ invade;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And as she tells what things she sees by view,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>She rather shewes that’s fained false, then true.</i>]</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">[Legend of Albanact.] I. H., <i>Mirror of Magist</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_1">Page 1.</a> <i>Deare Love, let me this evening dye.</i></h4> - -<p>This beautiful little love-poem re-appears, as Song 77, -in <i>Windsor Drollery</i>, 1672, p. 63. (There had been a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> -previous edition of that work, in 1671, which we have -examined: it is not noted by bibliographers, and is quite -distinct.) A few variations occur. Verse 2. are <i>wrack’d</i>; -3. In <i>love</i> is not commended; <i>only</i> sweet, All praise, <i>no</i> -pity; who <i>fondly</i>; 4. <i>Shall shortly</i> by dead Lovers -lie; <i>hallow’d</i>; 5. <i>He</i> which <i>all others</i> els excels, That -<i>are</i>; 6. <i>Will</i>, though thou; 7. <i>the</i> Bells <i>shall</i> ring; -<i>While</i> all to <i>black is</i>; (last line but two in parenthesis;) -Making, like Flowers, &c.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_4">Page 4.</a> <i>Nor Love nor Fate dare I accuse.</i></h4> - -<p>By <span class="smcap">Richard Brome</span>, in his “<i>Northerne Lasse</i>,” 1632, -Act ii., sc. 6. It is also given in <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, -1671, i. 83 (the only song in common). But compare -with it the less musical and tender, “<i>Nor Love, nor Fate -can I accuse of hate</i>,” in same vol. ii. 90, with Appendix -Note thereunto, p. lxiii.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_5">Page 5.</a> <i>One night the great <span class="antiqua">Apollo</span>, pleased with <span class="antiqua">Ben</span>.</i></h4> - -<p>This remarkable and little-known account of “<span class="smcap">The -Time-Poets</span>” is doubly interesting, as being a contemporary -document, full of life-like portraiture of men -whom no lapse of years can banish from us; welcome -friends, whom we grow increasingly desirous of beholding -intimately. Glad are we to give it back thus to -the world; our chief gem, in its rough Drollery-setting: -lifted once more into the light of day, from out the cobwebbed -nooks where it so long-time had lain hidden. -Our joy would have been greater, could we have restored -authoritatively the lost sixteenth-line, by any -genuine discovery among early manuscripts; or told -something conclusive about the author of the poem, who -has laid us under obligation for these vivid portraits of -John Ford, Thomas Heywood, poor old Thomas Churchyard, -and Ben’s courageous foeman, worthy of his steel, -that Thomas Dekker who “followed after in a dream.”</p> - -<p>In deep humility we must confess that nothing is yet -learnt as to the authorship. Here, in the year 1656,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> -almost at fore-front of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, the very strength -of its van-guard, appeared the memorable poem. -Whether it were then and there for the first time in print, -or borrowed from some still more rare and now-lost -volume, none of us can prove. Even at this hour, a possibility -remains that our resuscitation of <i>Choyce Drollery</i> -may help to bring the unearthing of explanatory facts -from zealous students. We scarcely dare to cherish hope -of this. Certainly we may not trust to it. For Gerard -Langbaine knew the poem well, and quoted oft and -largely from it in his 1691 <i>Account of the English Dramatick -Poets</i>. But he met with it nowhere save in <i>Choyce -Drollery</i>, and writes of it continually in language that -proves how ignorant he was of whom we are to deem the -author. Yet he wrote within five-and-thirty years behind -the date of its appearance; and might easily have -learnt, from men still far from aged, who had read the -<i>Drollery</i> on its first publication, whatever they could tell -of “The Time-Poets:” if, indeed, they could tell anything. -Five years earlier, William Winstanley had -given forth his <i>Lives of the most famous English Poets</i>, in -June, 1686; but he quotes not from it, and leaves us -without an <i>Open Sesame</i>. Even Oldys could not tell; or -Thomas Hearne, who often had remembered whatever -Time forgot.</p> - -<p>As to the date: we believe it was certainly written between -1620 (inclusive) and 1636; nearer the former year.</p> - -<p>We reconcile ourselves for the failure, by turning to -such other and similar poetic groupings as survive. We -listen unto Richard Barnfield, when he sings sweetly his -“Remembrance of some English Poets,” in 1598. We -cling delightedly to the words of our noble Michael Drayton—whose -descriptive map of native England, <i>Polyolbion</i>, -glitters with varie-coloured light, as though it -were a mediæval missal: to whom, enditing his Epistle -to friend Henry Reynolds—“A Censure of the Poets”—the -Muses brought each bard by turn, so that the picture -might be faithful: even as William Blake, idealist and -spiritual Seer, believed of spirit-likenesses in his own experience. -And, not without deep feeling (marvelling,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> -meanwhile, that still the task of printing them with Editorial -care is unattempted), we peruse the folio manuscripts -of that fair-haired minstrel of the Cavaliers, George -Daniel of Beswick, while he also, in his “Vindication of -Poesie,” sings in praise of those whose earlier lays are -echoing now and always “through the corridors of -Time:”—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Truth speaks of old, the power of Poesie;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Amphion</span>, <span class="antiqua">Orpheus</span>, stones and trees could move;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Men, first by verse, were taught Civilitie;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>’Tis known and granted; yet would it behove</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Mee, with the Ancient Singers, here to crowne</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Some later Quills, some Makers of our owne.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Nor should we fail to thank the younger Evelyn, for -such graphic sketches as he gives of Restoration-Dramatists, -of Cowley, Dryden, Wycherley, “Sedley and -easy Etherege;” a new world of wits, all of whose works -we prize, without neglecting for their sakes the older -Masters who “so did take Eliza, and our James.”</p> - -<p>Something that we could gladly say, will come in befittingly -on after-pages of this volume, in the “Additional -Note on Sir John Suckling’s ‘Sessions of the -Poets,’” as printed in our <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -page 72.</p> - -<p>Are we stumbling at the threshold, <i>absit omen!</i> even -amid our delight in perusing “the Time-Poets,” when we -wonder at the precise meaning of the statement in our -opening couplet?</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>One night the great <span class="antiqua">Apollo</span>, pleas’d with <span class="antiqua">Ben</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Made the odd number of the Muses ten.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">By whom additional? Who is the lady, thus elevated? -We see only one solution: namely, that furnished by the -conclusion of the poem. It was the <i>Faerie Queene</i> herself -whom the God lifted thus, in honour of her English -Poets, to rank as the Tenth Muse, an equal with Urania, -Clio, Euterpe, and their sisterhood. Yet something<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> -seems wanting, next to it; for we never reach a full-stop -until the end of the 39th (or <i>query</i>, the 40th) line; and all -the confluent nominatives lack a common verbal-action. -Our mind, it is true, accepts intelligibly the onward rush -of each and all (but later, “with equal pace each of them -softly creeps”). It may be only grammatical pedantry -which craves some such phrase, absent from the text, as—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">[<i>While throng’d around his comrades and his peers,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To list the ’sounding Music of the Spheres</i>:]</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">But, since a momentary rashness prompts us here to -dare so much, as to imagine the <i>hiatus</i> filled, let us suppose -that the lost sixteenth-line ran someway thus (each -reader being free to try experiments himself, with chance -of more success):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Divine-composing <span class="antiqua">Quarles</span>, whose lines aspire</i></div> -<div class="verse">[<i>And glow, as doth with like etherial fire</i>] 16th.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>The April of all Poesy in <span class="antiqua">May</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Who makes our English speak <span class="antiqua">Pharsalia</span>;</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It is with some timidity we let this stand: but, as the -text is left intact, our friends will pardon us; and foes we -never quail to meet. As to <span class="smcap">Ben Jonson</span>, see our “Sessions,” -in Part iv. Of <span class="smcap">Beaumont</span> and <span class="smcap">Fletcher</span>, we -write in <a href="#BeaumontAndFletcher">the note on final page of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, p. 100</a>. -Of “Ingenious <span class="smcap">Shakespeare</span>” we need say no more than -give the lines of Richard Barnfield in his honour, from -the <i>Poems in diuers humors</i>, 1598:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Remembrance of some English Poets.</span></p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Liue <span class="antiqua">Spenser</span> euer, in thy <span class="antiqua">Fairy Queene</span>:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Whose like (for deepe Conceit) was neuer seene.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Crownd mayst thou bee, vnto thy more renowne,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>(As King of Poets) with a Lawrell Crowne.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And <span class="antiqua">Daniell</span>, praised for thy sweet-chast Verse:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Whose Fame is grav’d in <span class="antiqua">Rosamonds</span> blacke Herse.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Still mayst thou liue: and still be honored,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For that rare Worke, <span class="antiqua">The White Rose and the Red</span>.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And <span class="antiqua">Drayton</span>, whose wel-written Tragedies</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And sweet Epistles, soare thy fame to skies.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thy learned Name, is æquall with the rest;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And <span class="antiqua">Shakespeare</span> thou, whose hony-flowing Vaine,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>(Pleasing the World) thy Praises doth obtaine.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Whose <span class="antiqua">Venus</span>, and whose <span class="antiqua">Lucrece</span> (sweete and chaste)</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thy Name in fames immortall Booke hath plac’t.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Liue euer you, at least in Fame liue euer:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Well may the Bodye dye, but Fame dies neuer.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The praise of <span class="smcap">Massinger</span> will not seem overstrained; although -he never affects us with the sense of supreme -genius, as does Marlowe. The recognition of <span class="smcap">George -Chapman’s</span> grandeur, and the power with which this recognition -is expressed, show how tame is the influence of -Massinger in comparison. There need be little question -that it was to Dekker’s mind and pen we owe the nobler -portion of the Virgin Martyr. Massinger, when alongside -of Marlow, Webster, and Dekker, is like Euripides -contrasted with Æschylus and Sophocles. We think of -him as a Playwright, and successful; but these others -were Poets of Apollo’s own body-guard. Drayton sings:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Next <span class="smcap">Marlow</span>, bathed in the <span class="antiqua">Thespian</span> springs,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Had in him those brave translunary things</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That the first poets had, his raptures were</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>All air and fire, which made his verses clear;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For that fine madness still he did retain,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Robert Daborne</span> is chiefly interesting to us from his -connection in misfortunes and dramatic labours with Massinger -and Nat Field; and as joining them in the supplication -for advance of money from Philip Henslow, while -they lay in prison. The reference to Daborne’s clerical, -as well as to his dramatic vocation, and to his having died -(in Ireland, we believe, leaving behind him sermons,) -“Amphibion by the Ministry,” confirms the general -belief.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Jo: Sylvester’s</span> translation of Du Bartas, 1621; -<span class="smcap">Thomas May’s</span> of Lucan’s Pharsalia, <span class="smcap">George Sandys’</span> -of Ovid’s Metamorphoses, need little comment here; -some being referred to, near the end of our volume.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dudley Digges</span> (1612-43), born at Chilham Castle, -near Canterbury (now the seat of Charles S. Hardy, Esq.); -son of Sir Dudley Digges, Master of the Rolls, wrote a -reverent Elegy for <i>Jonsonus Virbius</i>, 1638. L[eonard] -Digges had, fifteen years earlier, written the memorial -lines beginning “Shake-speare, at length thy pious fellows -give || The World thy Workes:” which appear at -beginning of the first folio <i>Shakespeare</i>, 1623.</p> - -<p>To <span class="smcap">Samuel Daniel’s</span> high merits we have only lately -awakened: his “Complaint of Rosamond” has a sustained -dignity and pathos that deserve all Barnfield’s -praise; the “Sonnets to Delia” are graceful and impressive -in their purity; his “Civil Wars” may seem heavy, -but the fault lies in ourselves, if unsteady readers, not the -poet: thus we suspect, when we remember the true poetic -fervour of his Pastoral,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>O happy Golden Age!</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">and his Description of Beauty, from Marino.</p> - -<p>Of “Heroick <span class="smcap">Drayton</span>” we write more hereafter: -He grows dearer to us with every year. His “Dowsabell” -is on <a href="#Page_73">p. 73</a>. Was his being coupled as a “Poet-Beadle,” -in allusion to his numerous verse-epistles, showing -an acquaintance with all the worthies of his day, -even as his <i>Polyolbion</i> gives a roll-call of the men, and a -gazetteer of the England they made illustrious? For, as -shown in the <i>Apophthegmmes of Erasmus</i>, 1564, Booke -2nd, (p. 296 of the Boston Reprint,) it is “the proper -office and dutie of soche biddelles (who were called in -latin <i>Nomenclators</i>) to have perfecte knowlege and remembrance -of the names, of the surnames, and of the -titles of dignitees of all persones, to the ende that thei -maie helpe the remembraunce of their maisters in the -same when neede is.” To our day the office of an -Esquire Beddell is esteemed in Cambridge University. -But, we imagine, George Wither is styled a “Poets -Beadle” with a very different significance. It was the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> -Bridewell-Beadles’ whip which he wielded vigorously, -in flagellation of offenders, that may have earned him the -title. See his “<i>Abuses Stript and Whipt</i>,” 1613, and turn to -the rough wood-cut of cart’s-tail punishment shown in -the frontispiece to <i>A Caueat or Warening for Common -Cursetors, vulgarly called Vagabones</i>, set forth by Thomas -Harman, Esquier for the utilitie and profit of his naturall -country, &c., 1566, and later (Reprinted by E. E. -Text Soc., and in <i>O. B. Coll. Misc.</i>, i. No. 4, 1871).</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">George Wither</span> was his own worst foe, when he descended -to satiric invective and pious verbiage. True -poet was he; as his description of the Muse in her -visit to him while imprisoned in the Marshalsea, with almost -the whole of his “Shepherd’s Hunting” and “Mistress -of Phil’arete,” prove incontestibly. He is to be -loved and pitied: although perversely he will argue as a -schismatick, always wrong-headed and in trouble, whichever -party reigns. To him, in his sectarian zeal or sermonizing -platitudes—all for our good, alas!—we can but -answer with the melancholy Jacques: “I do not desire -you to please me. I do desire you to <i>sing</i>!”</p> - -<p>“Pan’s Pastoral <i>Brown</i>” is, of course, <span class="smcap">Wm. Browne</span>, -author of “Britannia’s Pastorals.” Like <span class="smcap">James Shirley</span>, -last in the group of early Dramatists, his precocious -genius is remembered in the text. Regretting that no -painted or sculptured portrait of <span class="smcap">John Forde</span> survives, -we are thankful for this striking picture of him in his -sombre meditation. We could part, willingly, with half -of our dramatic possessions since the nineteenth century -began, to recover one of the lost plays by Ford. No -writer holds us more entirely captive to the tenderness of -sorrow; no one’s hand more lightly, yet more powerfully, -stirs the affections, while admitting the sadness, than he -who gave us “The Broken Heart,” and “’Tis pity she’s -a whore.”</p> - -<p>Not unhappily chosen is the epithet “The Squibbing -<span class="smcap">Middleton</span>,” for he almost always fails to impress us -fully by his great powers. He warms not, he enlightens -not, with steady glow, but gives us fireworks instead of -stars or altar-burnings. We except from this rebuke his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> -“Faire Quarrel,” 1622, which shows a much firmer -grasp and purpose, fascinating us the while we read. -Perhaps, with added knowledge of him will come higher -esteem.</p> - -<p>Of <span class="smcap">Thomas Heywood</span> the portrait is complete, every -word developing a feature: his fertility, his choice of subjects, -and rubicund appearance.</p> - -<p>Nor is the humourous sadness, of the figure shewn by -the aged <span class="smcap">Thomas Churchyard</span>, less touching because -it is dashed in with burlesque. “Poverty and -Poetry his Tomb doth enclose” (<i>Camden’s Remains</i>). His -writings extend from the time of Edward VI. to early in -the reign of James I. (he died in 1604); some of the -poems in <i>Tottel’s Miscellany</i>, 1557, were claimed by him, -but are not identified, and J. P. Collier thought him not -unlikely to have partly edited the work, His “Tragedie -of Shore’s Wife,” (best edit. 1698), in the <i>Mirror for Magistrates</i>, -surpasses most of his other poems; yet are there -biographical details in <i>Churchyard’s Chips</i>, 1575, that reward -our perusal. Gascoigne and several other poets -added <i>Tam Marti quàm Mercurio</i> after their names; but -Churchyard could boast thus with more truth as a Soldier. -He says:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Full thirty yeers, both Court and Warres I tryed,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And still I sought acquaintaunce with the best,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And served the Staet, and did such hap abyed</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As might befall, and Fortune sent the rest:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>When drom did sound, a souldier was I prest,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>To sea or lande, as Princes quarrell stoed,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And for the saem, full oft I lost my blood.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">But, throughout, misfortune dogged him:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>... To serve my torn [<span class="antiqua">i.e., turn</span>] in service of the Queen:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But God he knoes, my gayn was small, I ween,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>For though I did my credit still encreace,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>I got no welth, by warres, ne yet by peace.</i></div> -<div class="attr">(C.’s Chips: <i>A Tragicall Discourse of the unhappy man’s Life</i>; verses 9, 26.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Of <span class="smcap">Thomas Dekker</span>, or Decker (about 1575-1638), -“<i>A priest in Apollo’s Temple, many yeares</i>,” with his “Old<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> -Fortunatus,” both parts of his “Honest Whore,” his -“Satiromastix,” and “Gull’s Hornbook,” &c.,—which -take us back to all the mirth and squabbling of the day—we -need add no word but praise. We believe that a -valuable clue is afforded by the allusion in our text to the -pamphlet “Dekker his Dreame,” 1620, (reprinted by J. -O. Halliwell, 1860.) We may be certain that “The -Time-Poets” was not written earlier than 1620, or any -later than 1636 (or probably than 1632), and before -Jonson’s death.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_7">Page 7.</a> “<i>Rounce, Robble, Hobble, he that writ so big.</i>”</h4> - -<p>In this 50th line the word “high” is evidently redundant -(probably an error in printer’s MS., not erased when the -true word “big” was added): we retain it, of course, -though in smaller type; as in similar cases of excess. -But who was “<i>Rounce, Robble, Hobble</i>?” Most certainly -it was no other than <span class="smcap">Richard Stanyhurst</span> (1547-1618), -whose varied adventures, erudition, and eccentricities of -verse combined to make him memorable. His Hexameter -translation of the <i>Æneis</i> Books i-iv, appeared in 1583; -not followed by any more during the thirty-five years -succeeding. Gabriel Harvey praised him, in his “<i>Foure -Letters</i>,” &c., although Thomas Nashe, in 1592, declares -that “Master Stanyhurst (though otherwise learned) -trod a foule, lumbring, boystrous, wallowing measure in -his translation of Virgil. He had never been praised by -Gabriel [Harvey] for his labour, if therein he had not -been so famously absurd.” (<i>Strange Newes.</i>) This -<i>Æneid</i> had a limited reprint in 1839. Warton in <i>Hist. -Eng. Poetry</i> gives examples (misnaming him Robert) -but Camden says “<i>Eruditissimus ille nobilis Richardus -Stanihurstus</i>.” In his preface to Greene’s <i>Arcadia</i>, Nash -quotes Stanyhurst’s description of a Tempest:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then did he make heauens vault to rebound</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With rounce robble bobble,</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">N.B.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of ruffe raffe roaring,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With thicke thwacke thurly bouncing</i>:</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">and indicates his opinion of the poet, “as of some thrasonical<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> -huffe-snuffe,” indulging in “that quarrelling kind -of verse.” One more specimen, to justify our text, regarding -“he that writ so big:” in the address to the -winds, <i>Æn.</i>, Bk. i., Neptune thus rails:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Dare ye, lo, curst baretours, in this my Seignorie regal,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Too raise such racks iacks on seas and danger unorder’d?</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The recent death of Stanyhurst, 1618, strengthens our -belief that <i>the Time-Poets</i> was not later than 1620-32.</p> - -<p>To <span class="smcap">William Basse</span> we owe the beautiful epitaph on -Shakespeare, printed in 1633, “<i>Renowned <span class="antiqua">Spencer</span>, lye a -thought more nigh To learned <span class="antiqua">Chaucer</span></i>,” <i>etc.</i>, and at least -two songs (beside “Great Brittaine’s Sunnes-set,” 1613), -viz., the Hunter in his Career, beginning “Long ere the -Morn,” and one of the best Tom o’ Bedlam’s; probably, -“Forth from my sad and darksome cell.”</p> - -<p>The name of <span class="smcap">John Shanke</span>, here suggestively famous -“for a jigg,” occurs in divers lists of players (see J. P. -C.’s <i>Annals of the Stage</i>, <i>passim</i>), he having been one of -Prince Henry’s Company in 1603. That he was also a -singer, we have this verse in proof, written in the reign of -James I. (<i>Bibliog. Acc.</i> i. 163):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>That’s the fat foole of the <span class="antiqua">Curtin</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And the lean fool of the <span class="antiqua">Bull</span>:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Since <span class="antiqua">Shanke</span> did leave to sing his rimes</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He is counted but a gull.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Players on the <span class="antiqua">Banckeside</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The round <span class="antiqua">Globe</span> and the <span class="antiqua">Swan</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Will teach you idle tricks of love,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But the <span class="antiqua">Bull</span> will play the man.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(W. Turner’s <i>Common Cries of London Town</i>, 1662.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>“Broom” is <span class="smcap">Richard Brome</span> (died 1652), whose racy -comedies have been, like Dekker’s, lately reprinted. The -insinuation that Ben Jonson had “sent him before to -sweep the way,” alludes, no doubt, to the fact of Brome -having earlier been Jonson’s servant, and learning from -his personal discourse much of dramatic art. Neither -was it meant nor accepted as an insult, when, (printed -1632,) Jonson wrote (“according to Ben’s own nature and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> -custom, magisterial enough,” as their true friend Alexander -Brome admits),</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I had you for a Servant once, <span class="antiqua">Dick Brome</span>;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And you perform’d a Servant’s faithful parts:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Now, you are got into a nearer room</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of <span class="antiqua">Fellowship</span>, professing my old Arts.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And you do doe them well, with good applause,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which you have justly gained from the Stage</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>It is amusing to mark the survival of the old joke in -our text, about sweeping (it came often enough, in <i>Figaro -in London</i>, &c., at the time of the 1832 Reform Bill, as to -Henry Brougham and Vaux); when we see it repeated, -almost literally, in reference to Alexander Pope’s fellow-labourer -on the Odyssey translation, the Rev. William -Broome, of our St. John’s College, Cambridge:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Pope</span> came off clean with <span class="antiqua">Homer</span>, but they say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Broome</span> went before, and kindly swept the way.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Leaving a few words on the matchless <span class="smcap">Ben</span> himself for -<a href="#APPENDIX_4_3">the “Sessions of the Poets” Additional Note</a>, we end -this commentary on our book’s chief poem with a few more -stanzas from the Beswick Manuscript, by George Daniel, -(written in great part before, part after, 1647,) in honour -of Ben Jonson, but preceded by others relating to Sir -Philip Sidney, Spenser, Daniel, Drayton, Shakespeare, -Beaumont, and Donne:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I am not bound to honour antique names,</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">8th verse</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor am I led by other men to chuse</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Any thing worthy, which my judgment blames;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Heare better straines, though by a later Muse;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>The sweet <span class="antiqua">Arcadian</span> singer first did raise</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Our Language current, and deserv’d his Baies.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>That Lord of <span class="antiqua">Penhurst</span>, <span class="antiqua">Penhurst</span> whose sad walls</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet mourne their master, in the <span class="antiqua">Belgicke</span> fray</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Untimely lost; to whose dear funeralls</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The <span class="antiqua">Medwaie</span> doth its constant tribute paye;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>But glorious <span class="antiqua">Penhurst</span>, <span class="antiqua">Medwaies</span> waters once</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With <span class="antiqua">Mincius</span> shall, and <span class="antiqua">Mergeline</span> advance;</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The <span class="antiqua">Shepherds Boy</span>; best knowen by that name</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Colin</span>: upon his homely Oaten Reed.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With <span class="antiqua">Roman Tityrus</span> may share in ffame;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But when a higher path hee strains to tread,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>This is my wonder: for who yet has seene</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Soe cleare a Poeme as his <span class="antiqua">Faierie Queene</span>?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The sweetest <span class="antiqua">Swan of Avon</span>; to the faire</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And cruel <span class="antiqua">Delia</span>, passionatelie sings:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Other mens weaknesses and follies are</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Honour and Wit in him; each Accent brings</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>A sprig to crowne him Poet; and contrive</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>A Monument, in his owne worke to live.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Draiton</span> is sweet and smooth: though not exact,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Perhaps to stricter Eyes; yet he shall live</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Beyond their Malice: to the Scene and Act,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Read Comicke <span class="antiqua">Shakespeare</span>; or if you would give</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Praise to a just Desert, crowning the Stage,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>See <span class="antiqua">Beaumont</span>, once the honour of his Age.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The reverent <span class="antiqua">Donne</span>; whose quill God purely fil’d,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Liveth to his Character: so though he claim’d</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A greater glory, may not be exil’d</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>This Commonwealth</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Here pause a little; for I would not cloy</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">verse 15</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The curious Eare, with recitations;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And meerily looke at names; attend with joy,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Unto an <span class="antiqua">English</span> Quill, who rivall’d once</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i><span class="antiqua">Rome</span>, not to make her blush; and knowne of late</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Unenvied (’cause unequall’d) Laureate.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>This, this was <span class="smcap">Jonson</span>; who in his own name</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Carries his praise; and may he shine alone;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I am not tyed to any generall ffame,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor fixed by the Approbation</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Of great ones: But I speake without pretence</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Hee was of <span class="antiqua">English</span> Dramatiskes, the Prince.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_10">Page 10.</a> <i>Come, my White-head, let our Muses.</i></h4> - -<p>This was written by <span class="smcap">Sir Simeon Steward</span>, or Stewart. -The numbers 1 and 2 of our text are twice incorrect in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> -original, viz. the 10th and 14th verses, each assigned to -1 (Red-head), whereas they certainly belong to 2 (White-head). -From third verse the figure “1” has unfortunately -dropt in printing. By aid of Addit. MS. No. 11, -811, p. 36, we are enabled to correct a few other errors, -some being gross corruptions of sense; although, as a -general rule, regarding poems that had appeared in -print, the private MS. versions abound with blunders of -the transcriber, additional to those of the original printer. -It is, in the MS., entitled “A Dialogue between <i>Pyrrotrichus</i> -and <i>Leucothrix</i>,” the latter taking verses 2, 4, 6, -8, 10, 12, and the final verse, 14 (marked <i>Leuc</i>). His -earliest verse reads, in the MS., “<i>And higher, Rufus</i>, who -would pass; were <i>some</i>; 3rd. v. ’Tis <i>this</i> that; 6th. The -Roman <i>King who</i>; be <i>lopt</i>; Ruddy <i>pates</i>; 8th v. Red -like <i>unto</i>; <i>colour</i>; 9th. <i>Nay</i> if; doth <i>beare</i> no; side <i>looks</i> -as fair; other <i>doth</i> my; bear <i>my</i> [?]; 10th. <i>Therefore</i>, -methinks; Besides, <i>of</i> all the; 12th. N.B.—Yet <i>what -thy head must buy with</i> yeares, Crosses; That <i>hath</i> nature -<i>giv’n</i>; 13th, be <i>two</i> friendly peeres; let us <i>joyn</i>; -make <i>one</i> beauteous; 14th, [<i>Leucothrix</i>.] We <i>joyn’d</i> our -heads; beat them <i>to heart</i> [i.e. to boot]; Was <i>just</i> but; -<i>of</i> our head.” In the Reresby Memoirs, we believe, is -mention of an ancestress, who, about 1619, married this -(?) “Sir Simeon Steward.”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_15">Page 15.</a> <i>A Stranger coming to the town.</i></h4> - -<p>In Wm. Hickes his <i>Oxford Drollery</i>, 1671, in Part 3rd, -(“Poems made at Oxford, long since”), p. 157, this Epigram -appears, with variations. The second verse reads: -<i>But being there a little while,</i> || <i>He met with one so right</i> -|| <i>That upon the <span class="antiqua">French</span> Disease</i> || <i>It was his chance to -light.</i> The final couplet is:—<i>The <span class="antiqua">French-man’s</span> Arms are -the sign without,</i> || <i>But the <span class="antiqua">French-man’s</span> harms are -within.</i></p> - -<p>Throughout the first half of the Seventeenth century -the abundance of Epigrams produced is enormous; whole -volumes of them, divided into Books, like J. Heywood’s, -being issued by poets of whom nothing else is known,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> -except the name, unless Anthony à Wood has fortunately -preserved some record. These have not been systematically -examined, as they deserve to be. Amid much -rubbish good things lie hid. Perhaps the Editor may -have more to say on them hereafter. Meanwhile, take -this, by Robert Hayman, as alike a specimen and a summary:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">To the Reader:</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sermons and Epigrams have a like end,</div> -<div class="verse">To improve, to reprove, and to amend:</div> -<div class="verse">Some passe without this vse, ’cause they are witty;</div> -<div class="verse">And so doe many Sermons, more’s the pitty.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Quodlibets</i>, 1628, Book <span class="smcap">iv.</span>, p. 59.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_20">Page 20.</a> <i>List, your Nobles, and attend.</i></h4> - -<p>This was (perhaps, by <span class="smcap">John Eliot</span>,) certainly written -in anticipatory celebration of the event described, the Reception -of Queen Henrietta Maria by the citizens of London, -1625. The full title is this:—“The Author intending -to write upon the Duke of <i>Buckingham</i>, when he -went to fetch the Queen, prepared a new Ballad for the -Fidlers, as might hold them to sing between <i>Dover</i> and -<i>Callice</i>.” It is thus the poem reappears, with some variations -(beginning “<i>Now list, you Lordlings, and attend</i>, || -<i>Unto a Ballad newly penned</i>,” &c.,) among the “<i>Choyce -Poems, being Songs, Sonnets, Satyrs, and Elegies</i>. By the -Wits of both Universities, London,” &c., 1661, p. 83. -This was merely the earlier edition (of June, 1658), reissued -with an irregular extra sheet at beginning. The -original title-page (two issued in 1658) was “<i>Poems or -Epigrams, Satyrs, Elegies, Songs and Sonnets, upon several -persons and occasions</i>. By no body must know -whom, to be had every body knows where, and for any -body knows what. [MS. The Author John Eliot.] -London, Printed for Henry Brome, at the <i>Gun</i> in Ivie -Lane, 1658.” It is mentioned that “These poems were -given me neer sixteen years since [therefore about 1642] -by a Friend of the Authors, with a desire they might be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> -printed, but I conceived the Age then too squeemish to -endure the freedom which the Author useth, and therefore -I have hitherto smothered them, but being desirous they -should not perish, and the world be deprived of so much -clean Wit and Fancy, I have adventured to expose them -to thy view; ... The Author writes not pedantically, -but like a gentleman; and if thou art a gentleman of thy -own making thou wilt not mislike it.”</p> - -<p>Verse 9th. <i>Gondomar</i> was the Spanish Ambassador at -the Court of James I., to whom, with his “one word” of -“Pyrates, Pyrates, Pyrates,” we in great part owe the -slaughter of Raleigh. Of course, the date ’526, four lines -lower, is a blunder. The rash visit to Madrid was in -March, 1623.</p> - -<p>Title, and verse 8th. A <i>Jack-a-Lent</i> was a stuffed puppet, -set up to be thrown at, during Lent. Perhaps it -was a substitute for a live Cock; or else the Cock-throwing -may have been a later “improvement:” See Hone’s -<i>Every Day Book</i>, for an illustrated account, i. 249. Trace -of the habit survives in our modern “Old Aunt Sally,” -by which yokels lose money at Races (although Dorset -Rectors try to abolish Country Fairs, while encouragement -is given to gambling at Chapel Bazaars with raffles for -pious purposes). In the <i>Merry Wives of Windsor</i>, Act -iii. sc. 3, Mrs. Page says to the boy, “You little <i>Jack-a-Lent</i>, -have you been true to us?” Quarles alludes to the -practice:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>How like a <span class="antiqua">Jack-a-Lent</span></i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He stands, for boys to spend their Shrove-tide throws,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or like a puppet made to frighten crows.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(J. O. Halliwell’s <i>M. W. of W.</i>, Tallis ed., p. 127.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>John Taylor (the Water-Poet) wrote a whim-wham -entitled “<i>Jack a Lent: his Beginning and Entertainment</i>,” -about 1619, printed 1630; as “of the Jack of -Jacks, great Jack a Lent.” And Cleveland devoted thus -a Cavalier’s worn suit: “Thou shalt make <i>Jack-a-Lents</i> -and Babies first.” (<i>Poems</i>, 1662, p. 56.)</p> - -<p>Martin Llewellyn’s Song on Cock-throwing begins -“Cock a doodle doe, ’tis the bravest game;” in his <i>Men-Miracles</i>, -&c., 1646, p. 61.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_31">Page 31.</a> <i>A Story strange I will you tell.</i></h4> - -<p>As to the burden (since some folks are inquisitive about -the etymology of Down derry down, or Ran-dan, &c.), -we may note that in a queer book, <i>The Loves of Hero -and Leander</i>, 1651, p. 3, is a six-line verse ending thus:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Oh, <span class="antiqua">Hero</span>, <span class="antiqua">Hero</span>, pitty me,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With a dildo, dildo, dildo dee.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">By which we may guess that the Rope-dancer’s Song, in -our text, was probably written about, or even before, 1651. -Some among us (the Editor for one) saw Madame Sacchi -in 1855 mount the rope, although she was seventy years -old, as nimbly as when the first Napoleon had been her -chief spectator. During the Commonwealth, rope-dancing -and tumbling were tolerated at the Red-Bull -Theatre, while plays were prohibited. See (Note to p. -210) our Introduction to <i>Westminster Drollery</i>, pp. xv.-xx, -and the Frontispiece reproduced from Kirkman’s -“<i>Wits</i>,” 1673, representing sundry characters from different -“Drolls,” grouped together, viz.: Falstaff and -Dame Quickly, from “the Bouncing Knight;” the -French Dancing-Master, from the Duke of Newcastle’s -“Variety,” Clause, from Beaumont and Fletcher’s “Beggar’s -Bush,” Tom Greene as Bubble the Clown uttering -“Tu Quoque” from John Cooke’s “City Gallant” (peeping -through the chief-entrance, reserved for dignitaries); -also Simpleton the Smith, and the Changeling, from two -of Robert Cox’s favourite Drolls. We add now, illustrative -of practical suppression under the Commonwealth, -a contemporary record:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Song.</span></p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>The fourteenth of <span class="antiqua">September</span></i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I very well remember,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>When people had eaten and fed well,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Many men, they say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Would needs go see a Play,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>But they saw a great rout at the <span class="antiqua">red Bull</span>.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Soldiers they came,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>(The blind and the lame)</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>To visit and undo the Players;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And women without Gowns,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They said they would have Crowns;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>But they were no good Sooth-sayers.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then <span class="antiqua">Jo: Wright</span> they met,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Yet nothing could get,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And <span class="antiqua">Tom Jay</span> i’ th’ same condition:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The fire men they</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Would ha’ made ’em a prey,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>But they scorn’d to make a petition.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4. <span class="original-page">[p. 89.]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Minstrills they</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Had the hap that day,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>(Well fare a very good token)</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To keep (from the chase)</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The fiddle and the case,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>For the instruments scap’d unbroken.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>The poor and the rich,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The wh... and the b...,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Were every one at a losse,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But the Players were all</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Turn’d (as weakest) to the wall,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And ’tis thought had the greatest losse.</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? <i>cross.</i></span>]</span></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Wit’s Merriment, or Lusty Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 88.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>One such raid on the poor actors (and probably at this -very theatre, the Red Bull, St. John’s Street, Clerkenwell) -is recorded, as of 20th December, 1649:—“Some -Stage-players in St. John’s-Street were apprehended by -troopers, their clothes taken away, and themselves carried -to prison” (Whitelocke’s <i>Memorials</i>, 435, edit. 1733, cited -by J. P. C., <i>Annals</i>, ii. 118). It was a serious business, -as we see from the Ordinance of 11 Feb., 1647-8; the -demolishing of seats and boxes, the actors “to be apprehended<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> -and openly and publicly whipt in some market -town ... to enter into recognizances with two sufficient -sureties, never to act or play any Play or Interlude any -more,” &c.</p> - -<p>As for the Light-skirts, so elegantly referred to in the -Song now reprinted (as far as we are aware, for the first -time), they were certainly not actresses, but courtezans -frequenting the place to ensnare visitors. Although -English women did not <i>publicly</i> perform until after the -Restoration, except on one occasion (of course, at Court -Masques and private mansions, the Queen herself and -her ladies had impersonated characters), yet so early as -8th November, 1629, some French professional actresses -vainly attempted to get a hearing at Blackfriars Theatre, -and a fortnight later at the Red Bull itself, as three -weeks afterwards at the Fortune. Evidently, they were -unsuccessful throughout. We hear a good deal about -the far-more objectionable “Ladies of Pleasure,” who -beset all places of amusement. Thomas Cranley, addressing -one such, in his <i>Amanda</i>, 1635, describes her -several alluring disguises and habits:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The places thou dost usually frequent</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Is to some playhouse in an afternoon,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And for no other meaning and intent</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But to get company to sup with soon;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>More changeable and wavering than the moon.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And with thy wanton looks attracting to thee</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>The amorous spectators for to woo thee.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Thither thou com’st in several forms and shapes</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To make thee still a stranger to the place,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And train new lovers, like young birds, to scrapes,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And by thy habit so to change thy face;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>At this time plain, to-morrow all in lace:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Now in the richest colours to be had;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>The next day all in mourning, black and sad.</i> &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_33">Page 33.</a> <i>Oh fire, fire, fire, where?</i></h4> - -<p>Despite our repugnance to mutilate a text (see Introduction -to <i>Westminster Drollery</i>, p. 6; ditto to <i>Merry Drollery<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> -Compleat</i>, pp. 38, 39, 40; and that to our present -volume, <a href="#Footnote_5">foot-note in section third</a>), a few letters have been -necessarily suppressed in this piece of coarse humour. -Verse fourth, on p. 33, refers to Ben Jonson’s loss of -valuable manuscripts by fire, and his consequent “Execration -upon Vulcan,” before June, 1629; an event -deeply to be regretted: also to the whimsical account of -the fire on London Bridge (see <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -pp. 87, 369, and <a href="#Page_377">Additional Note</a> in present volume, tracing -the poem to 1651, and the event to 1633).</p> - -<p>An amusing poem was written, by Thomas Randolph, -on the destruction of the Mitre Tavern at Cambridge, -about 1630; it begins, “Lament, lament, you scholars -all.” (See <i>A Crew of kind London Gossips</i>, 1663, p. 72).</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_38">Page 38.</a> <i>In Eighty Eight, ere I was born.</i></h4> - -<p>Also given later, in <i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661, p. 77, and -<i>Ditto, Compleat</i>, p. 82 and 369. Compare the Harleian -MS. version, No. 791, fol. 59, given in our Appendix to -<i>Westminster Drollery</i>, p. 38, with note. The romance of -<i>the Knight of the Sun</i> is mentioned by Sir Tho. Overbury -in his <i>Characters</i>, as fascinating a Chambermaid, -and tempting her to turn lady-errant. “The book is better -known under the title of <i>The Mirror of Princely Deedes -and Knighthood</i>, wherein is shewed the worthinesse of -The Knight of the Sunne, &c. It consists of nine parts, -which appear to have been published at intervals between -1585, and 1601.” (<i>Lucasta</i>, &c., edit. 1864, p. 13.)</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_40">Page 40.</a> <i>And will this Wicked World</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>We never met this elsewhere: it was probably written -either in 1605, or almost immediately afterwards. Among -Robert Hayman’s <i>Quodlibets</i>, 1628, in Book Second, No. -49, is an Epigram (p. 27):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">Of the Gunpowder Holly-day, the 5th of November.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The <span class="antiqua">Powder-Traytors</span>, <span class="antiqua">Guy Vaux</span>, and his mates,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Who by a Hellish plot sought Saints estates,</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Haue in our Kalendar vnto their shame,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A ioyful <span class="antiqua">Holy-day</span> cald by their Name.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Jeremiah Wells has among his <i>Poems on Several Occasions</i>, -1667, one, at p. 9, “On Gunpowder Treason,” beginning -“<i>Hence dull pretenders unto villany</i>,” which -solemnly conjures up a picture of what might have -ensued if (what even Baillie Nicol Jarvie would call) the -“awfu’ bleeze” had taken place. [The same rare volume -is interesting, as containing a Poem on the Rebuilding -of London, after the fire of 1666, p. 112, beginning -“What a Devouring Fire but t’other day!”]</p> - -<p>With Charles Lamb, we have always regretted the -failure of the Gunpowder Plot. It would have been a -magnificent event, fully equal to Firmillian’s blowing up -the Cathedral of St. Nicholas, at Badajoz; and the loss -of life to all the Parliament Members would have been -a cheap price, if paid, for such a remembrance. The -worst of all is, that, having been attempted, there is no -likelihood of any subsequent repetition meeting with -better success. <i>Hinc illæ lachrymæ!</i> Faux, Vaux, or -Fawkes must have been a noble, though slightly misguided, -enthusiast; for he had intended to perish, like -Samson, with his victims. All good Protestants now admire -the Nazarite, although they bon-fire-raise poor -Guido. But then he failed in his work, while the other -slayer of Philistines attained success: which perhaps accounts -for the different apotheosis. As Lady Macbeth -puts it: “The attempt, <i>and not the deed</i>, confounds us!”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_44">Page 44.</a> <i>A Maiden of the Pure Society.</i></h4> - -<p>A version of this epigram is among the MSS. at end of a -volume of “Various Poems,” in the British Museum: -Press-mark, Case 39. a. These have been printed by -Fred. J. Furnival, Esq., for the Ballad Society, as “Love -Poems and Humorous Ones,” 1874. “A Puritane with -one of hir societie,” is No. 26, p. 22.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_52">Page 52.</a> <i>He that a Tinker</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>This re-appears in the <i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>, 1661 -p. 65; and, with music, in the 1719 <i>Pills to p. Mel.</i>, iii. 52</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_55">Page 55.</a> <i>Idol of our Sex!</i> &c.</h4> - -<p>This Lady Carnarvon was the wife of Robert Dormer, -second Baron Dormer, created Visc. Ascott, or Herld, -and Earl of Carnarvon, 2d Aug., 1628. Obiit 1643. He -fell at the Battle of Newbury, 20th Sept. (See Clarendon’s -<i>History of the Rebellion</i>, Book vii. p. 350, edit. 1720, -where his merits are recognized.) Her name was Anna-Sophia, -daughter of Philip, Earl of Pembroke. The child -mentioned in the poem was their son, Charles Dormer, -who died in 1709, when the Viscounty and Earldom became -extinct. The poem was written at his birth, on -January 1st.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_57">Page 57.</a> <i>Uds bodykins! Chill work no more.</i></h4> - -<p>We find this, a year earlier, (an inferior version, lacking -third verse, but longer,) as <i>Cockbodykins, chill</i>, &c., in -<i>Wit’s Interpreter</i>, p. 143, 1655; and p. 247, 1671. It is a -valuable, because trustworthy and graphic, record of the -troubles falling upon those who tried to labour on, despite -the stir of civil war. 4th verse, “that a vet,” seems corruption -of that is fetched; horses <i>in a hole</i> (<i>W. Int.</i>); -vange thy note, is <i>take thy note</i>. (<i>do</i>). Prob. date, 1647.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Second Part.</span></p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then straight came ruffling to my dore,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Some dozens of these rogues, or more;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>So zausie they be grown.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Facks[,] if they come, down they sit,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They’l never ask me leave one whit,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>They’l take all for their own.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then ich provision straight must make,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And from my Chymney needs must take,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And vlitch both pure and good.</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">a flitch</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Oh! ’twould melt a Christians heart to see,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That such good Bacon spoil’d should be,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>’Twas as red as any blood.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But in it would, whether chud or not,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Together with Beans into the pot,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>As sweet as any viggs.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>And when chave done all that I am able,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They’l slat it down all under table,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And zwear they be no Pigs.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then Ize did intreat their worships to be quiet,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And ich would strive to mend their diet,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And they shall have finer feeding,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They zwear goddam thee for a boor,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Wee’l gick thee raskal out a door,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And teach thee better breeding.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then on the fire they [do] put on</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A piece of beef, or else good mutton,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>No, no, this is no meat.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Forsooth they must have finer food,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A good vat hen with all her brood;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And then perhaps they’l eat.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But of late ich had a crew together,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They were meer devils, ich ask’d them whether</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>That they were not of our nation.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Good Lord defend us from all zuch,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They zaid they were wild <span class="antiqua">Irish</span>, or else <span class="antiqua">Dutch</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>They were of the Devils generation.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And when these raskals went away,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>What e’re you thing they did me repay</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Ich will not you deceive.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Facks[,] just as folks go to a vaire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They vaidled up my goods and ware,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And so they took their leave.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>O what a clutter they did make</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Our house for <span class="antiqua">Babel</span> they did take,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>We could not understand a jot.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet they did know what did belong</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To drink and zwear in our own tongue,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Such language they had a got.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor home ich any zafe aboad,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>If that Ise chance to go abroad,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>These rogues will come to spy me;</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Then zurrah, zurrah, quoth they, tarry,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>We know false letters you do carry,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And so they come to try me.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>For as swift as any lightning goes</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Straight all their hand into my hose,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>There out they pull my purse.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>O zurrah, zurrah, this is it,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Your Letters are in silver writ;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>You may go take your course.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>A Trouper t’other day did greet me,</i></div> -<div class="verse">[ ... Lost line.]</div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>But could you guesse the reason,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thou art, quoth he, a rebel, Knave,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And zo thou dost thy zelf behave,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>For thou doest whistle treason.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor was this raskal much to blame,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For all his mates zwore just the zame,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>That ich was fain to do.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ich humble pardon of him sought,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And gave him money for my fault,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And glad I could scape so too.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Wits Interpreter</i>, 250, 1671 ed.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">This is, veritably, a “document in madness” of such -civil wars and military licence. It reads like the genuine -narratives of Prussian brutality and outrage during the -occupation of Alsace and Lorraine: which is hereafter to -be bitterly avenged.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_60">Page 60.</a> <i>I keep my horse, I keep</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>This lively ditty is sung by Latrocinio in the comedy of -“The Widow,” Act iii. sc. 1, produced about 1616, and -written by <span class="smcap">John Fletcher</span>, Ben Jonson, and Thomas -Middleton. The song bears trace of Fletcher’s hand -(more, we believe, than of Jonson’s). It has a rollicking -freedom that made it a favourite. We meet it in <i>Wit’s -Interpreter</i>, 1655, p. 69; 1671, p. 175; and elsewhere. -See Dyce’s <i>Middleton</i>, iii. 383, and <i>Dodsley’s Old Plays</i>, -1744, vi. 34.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_61">Page 61.</a> <i>There is not halfe so warm a fire.</i></h4> - -<p>This re-appears, with variations and twelve additional -lines (inferior), in <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, 1671, i. 102; -where is the corrupt text “<i>and <span class="antiqua">daily</span> pays us with what -is</i>.” Our present text gives us the true word, “<i>dully</i>.”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_62">Page 62.</a> Fuller <i>of wish, than hope</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>Fuller’s book, “A <i>Pisgah sight of Palestine</i>,” was published -about 1649. The epitaph “Here lies Fuller’s -earth,” is well known. He died in 1661.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_63">Page 63.</a> Cloris, <i>now thou art fled away</i>.</h4> - -<p>The author of this song was <span class="smcap">Dr. Henry Hughes</span>. -Henry Lawes gives the music to it, in his “<i>Ayres</i>,” 1669, -Bk. iii. p. 10. It is also in J. P.’s <i>Sportive Wit</i>, 1656, p. -15; the <i>Loyal Garland</i> (Percy Soc. Reprint of 1686 edit, -xxix. 67); <i>Pills to p. Mel.</i>, 1719, iii. 331. Sometimes -attributed to Sir R[obert] A[ytoun].</p> - -<p>In <i>Sportive Wit</i> there are variations as well as an -Answer, which we here give. The different title seems -consequent on the Answer presupposing that <i>Amintas</i> has -not died, merely disappeared. It is “A Shepherd fallen -in Love: A Pastoral.” The readings are: <i>Lambkins -follow</i>; <i>They’re gone, they’re</i>; Dog <i>howling</i> lyes, <i>While</i> -he <i>laments with woful</i> cryes; Oh <i>Cloris, Cloris, I decay</i>, -And <i>forced am to cry well</i>, <i>&c.</i> Sixth verse there -omitted. It has, however, on p. 16:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><i>The Answer.</i></p> -<p class="center">[1656.]</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Cloris</span>, since thou art gone astray,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Amyntas</span> Shepherd’s fled away;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And all the joys he wont to spye</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I’ th’ pretty babies of thine eye,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Are gone; and she hath none to say</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But who can help what <span class="antiqua">will away, will away</span>?</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Green on which it was her [<span class="smaller">? his</span>] chance</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To have her hand first in a dance,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Among the merry Maiden-crue,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Now making her nought but sigh and rue</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The time she ere had cause to say</i> <span class="original-page">[p. 17.]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ah, who can help what <span class="antiqua">will away, will away</span>?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Lawn with which she wont to deck</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And circle in her whiter neck;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Her Apron lies behinde the door;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The strings won’t reach now as before:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which makes her oft cry <span class="antiqua">well-a-day</span>:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But who can help what <span class="antiqua">will away</span>?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>He often swore that he would leave me,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ere of my heart he could bereave me:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But when the Signe was in the tail,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He knew poor Maiden-flesh was frail;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And laughs now I have nought to say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But who can help what <span class="antiqua">will away</span>.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But let the blame upon me lie,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I had no heart him to denie:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Had I another Maidenhead,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I’d lose it ere I went to bed:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For what can all the world more say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Than who can help what <span class="antiqua">will away</span>?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Sportive Wit</i>; or, <i>The Muses’ Merriment</i>.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_68">Page 68.</a> <i>I tell you all, both great and small.</i></h4> - -<p>Also in Captain William Hickes’ <i>London Drollery</i>, 1673, -p. 179, where it is entitled “Queen Elizabeth’s Song.” -The dance tune <i>Sallanger’s</i> (or more commonly <i>Sellenger’s</i>) -<i>Round</i> is given in Chappell’s Pop. Music, O. T., p. -69. The name is corrupted from <i>St. Leger’s Round</i>; -as in Yorkshire the Doncaster race is called the Sillinger, -or Sellenger, to this day.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_70">Page 70.</a> <i>When <span class="antiqua">James</span> in <span class="antiqua">Scotland</span> first began.</i></h4> - -<p>Not yet found elsewhere, in MS. or print. The sixth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> -verse refers to King James the First making so many -Knights, on insufficient ground, that he incurred ridicule. -Allusions are not infrequent in dramas and ballads. Here -is the most noteworthy of the latter. It is in Additional -MS. No. 5,832, fol. 205, British Museum.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">Verses upon the order for making Knights of such persons<br /> -who had £46 <i>per annum</i> in King <i>James</i> I.’s time.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Come all you farmers out of the country,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Carters, plowmen, hedgers and all,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Tom</span>, <span class="antiqua">Dick</span> and <span class="antiqua">Will</span>, <span class="antiqua">Ralph</span>, <span class="antiqua">Roger</span> and <span class="antiqua">Humfrey</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Leave off your gestures rusticall.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Bidd all your home-sponne russetts adue,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And sute your selves in fashions new;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Honour invites you to delights:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Come all to Court and be made Knights</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>He that hath fortie pounds <span class="antiqua">per annum</span></i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Shalbe promoted from the plowe:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>His wife shall take the wall of her grannum,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Honour is sould soe dog-cheap now.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Though thow hast neither good birth nor breeding,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>If thou hast money, thow art sure of speeding.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Knighthood in old time was counted an honour,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Which the best spiritts did not disdayne;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But now it is us’d in so base a manner,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That it’s noe creditt, but rather a staine:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Tush, it’s noe matter what people doe say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The name of a Knight a whole village will sway.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Shepheards, leave singing your pastorall sonnetts,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And to learne complements shew your endeavours:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Cast of[f] for ever your two shillinge bonnetts,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Cover your coxcombs with three pound beavers.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Sell carte and tarrboxe new coaches to buy,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Then, “Good your Worship,” the vulgar will cry.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>And thus unto worshipp being advanced,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Keepe all your tenants in awe with your frownes;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And let your rents be yearly inhaunced,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To buy your new-moulded maddams new gowns.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Joan</span>, <span class="antiqua">Sisse</span>, and <span class="antiqua">Nell</span> shalbe all ladified,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Instead of hay-carts, in coaches shall ryde.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Whatever you doe, have a care of expenses,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>In hospitality doe not exceed:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Greatnes of followers belongeth to princes:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>A Coachman and footmen are all that you need:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And still observe this, let your servants meate lacke,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To keep brave apparel upon your wives backe.</i></div> -</div> -<p class="center">[Additional stanza from Mr. Hunter’s MS.]</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Now to conclude, and shutt up my sonnett,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Leave of the Cart-whip, hedge-bill and flaile,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>This is my counsell, think well upon it,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Knighthood and honour are now put to saile.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then make haste quickly, and lett out your farmes,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And take my advice in blazing your armes.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Honor invites, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>(Shakespeare Soc., 1846, pp. 145-6, J. O. Halliwell’s -Commentary on Merry Wives of Windsor, Act. ii. sc. 1, -“These Knights will hack.” Also his notes in Tallis’s -edit., of the same, n. d., pp. 122-3. William Chappell, in -<i>Pop. Music O. T.</i>, p. 327, gives the tune.)</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_72">Page 72.</a> <i>The Chandler drew near his end.</i></h4> - -<p>Another tolerable Epigram on a Chandler meets us, beginning -“How might his days end that made weeks -[wicks]?” among the Epitaphs of <i>Wits Recreations</i>, -1640-5 (Reprint, p. 271).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_73">Page 73.</a> <i>Farre in the Forrest of Arden.</i></h4> - -<p>This is one of <span class="smcap">Michael Drayton’s</span> Pastorals, printed -in 1593, in the Third Eclogue, and entitled <i>Dowsabell</i>. -See <i>Percy’s Reliques</i>, vol. i. bk. 3, No. 8, 2nd edit. 1767, -for remarks on variations, amounting to a remodelling, of -this charming poem. We are glad to know that Mr. -James Russell Smith is preparing a new edition of -Michael Drayton’s voluminous works, to be included in -the <i>Library of Old Authors</i>. Drayton suppressed his -couplet poem of “Endimion and Phœbe:” <i>Ideas Latmvs</i>. -It has no date, but was cited by Lodge in 1595, and has -been reprinted by J. P. Collier; one of his handsome and -carefully printed quartos, a welcome boon.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_78">Page 78.</a> <i>On the twelfth day of <span class="antiqua">December</span>.</i></h4> - -<p>This ballad, a very early example of the <i>Down down -derry</i> burden, is not yet found elsewhere. It refers to the -expedition against Scotland (then in alliance with Henry -II. of France) made by the Protector, Edward, Duke of -Somerset, in 1547, the first (not “fourth”) year of Edward -VIth’s reign. The battle was fought on the “Black -Saturday,” as it was long remembered, the tenth day of -September (not of “December,” as the ballad mis-states -it to have been). Terrible and remorseless was the -slaughter of the ill-armed Scots, after they had imprudently -abandoned their excellent hilly position, by the -well-appointed English horsemen. The prisoners taken -amounted to about fifteen hundred (“we found above -twenty of their villains to one of their gentlemen,” says -Patten), among whom was the Earl of Huntley, Lord -Chancellor of Scotland, who on the previous day had -sent a personal challenge to Somerset, asking to decide -the contest by single combat: an offer which was not -unreasonably declined, the Protector declaring that he -desired no peace but such as he might win by his sword. -“And thou, trumpet,” he told Huntley’s herald, “say to -thy master, he seemeth to lack wit to make this challenge -to me, being of such estate by the sufferance of God as to -have so weighty a charge of so precious a jewel, the government<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> -of a King’s person, and then the protection of -all his realms.” We learn that the Scots slain were tenfold -the number of the prisoners taken. This battle of -“Muskleburgh Field” (nearly the same locality as the -battle of Prestonpans, wherein Prince Charles Edward in -1745 defeated Colonel Gardiner and his English troops), -known also as of Fawside Brae, or of Pinkie, is described -with unusual precision by an eye-witness: See <i>The Expedition -into Scotland of the most worthily-fortunate Prince -Edward Duke of Somerset</i>, uncle to our most noble -Sovereign Lord the King’s Majesty Edward the VI., &c., -made in the first year of his Majesty’s most prosperous -reign, and set out by way of Diary, by W. Patten, Londoner. -First published in 1548, this was reprinted in -Dalyell’s <i>Fragments of Scottish History</i>, Edinburgh, 1798. -This old ballad is not included by Dalyell, who probably -knew not of its existence.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_80">Page 80.</a> <i>In <span class="antiqua">Celia</span>[’s face] a question did arise.</i></h4> - -<p>By <span class="smcap">Thomas Carew</span>, written before 1638. In Addit. -MSS. No. 11,811, fol. 10; No. 22,118, fol. 43; also in -<i>Wits Recreations</i> (Repr., p. 19); Roxb. Libr. Carew, p. -6, &c.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_81">Page 81.</a> <i>Blacke Eyes, in your dark Orbs doe lye.</i></h4> - -<p>By <span class="smcap">James Howell</span>, Historiographer to Charles II., -and author of the celebrated <i>Epistolæ Ho-Elianæ</i>, 1645, -1647, 1650, and 1655. He died in November, 1666; -according to Anthony à Wood, (whose account of him in -the <i>Athenæ Oxonienses</i>, iii. 744, edit. 1817, is given by -Edward Arber in his excellent <i>English Reprints</i>, vol. viii, -1869, with a welcome promise of editing the said <i>Epistolæ</i>). -This poem of “Black eyes,” &c., occurs among -Howell’s poems collected by Sergeant-Major Peter -Fisher, p. 68, 1663; again re-issued (the same sheets) as -<i>Mr. Howell’s Poems upon divers Emergent Occasions</i>; -Printed by James Cottrel, and dated 1664.” It is also -found in C. F.’s “<i>Wit at a Venture; or, <span class="antiqua">Clio’s</span> Privy Garden</i>, -containing Songs and Poems on Several Occasions,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> -Never before in Print” (which statement is incorrect, -as usual). Our text is the earliest we know in type. The -only variations, in <i>Howell’s Poems</i>, are: 1st line, <i>doth</i> -lie; 4th verse, And by <i>those spells I am</i> possest.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_83">Page 83.</a> <i>We read of Kings, and Gods, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>This is another of the charming poems by <span class="smcap">Thomas -Carew</span>, always a favourite with his own generation (few -MS. or printed Collections being without many of them), -and deserving of far more affectionate perusal in our own -time than he generally meets. It is in Addit. MS. No. -11, 811, fol. 6b., entitled there “His Love Neglected.” -Elsewhere, as “A Cruel Mistress.”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_84">Page 84.</a> <i>What ill luck had I, Silly Maid</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>Although closely resembling the Catch “<i>What Fortune -had I, poor Maid as I am</i>,” of 1661 <i>Antidote ag. Melancholy</i>, -p, 74, and <i>Merry Drollery</i> ii. 152 (equal to p. 341 of -editions 1670 and 1691), this song is virtually distinct, -and probably was the earlier version in date. One has -been evidently borrowed or adapted from the other.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_85">Page 85.</a> <i>I never did hold all that glisters</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>This vigorous expression of opinion from a robust nature, -uncorrupted amid a conventionalized, treacherous, and -selfishly-cruel community, is a valuable record of the true -Cavalier “all of the olden time.” We have never met it -elsewhere. He has no half-likings, no undefined suspicions, -and admits of no paltering with the truth, or -shirking of one’s duty. As we read we behold the honest -man before us, and remember that it was such as he who -made our England what she is:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I see the Lords of human kind pass by.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The contemplation of such brave spirits may help to nerve -fresh readers to emulate their virtues, despite the sickly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> -fancies or grovelling politics and social theories of degenerate -days. The singer may be somewhat overbearing -in announcement of his preferences:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent5">——<i>Just this</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or there exceed the mark</i>,—</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">But, if he errs at all, it is on the safe side.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_88">Page 88.</a> <i>No Gypsie nor no Blackamore.</i></h4> - -<p>Composers and arrangers of such collections as this Drollery -seem to have often chosen pieces simply for contrast. -Thus, after the manly directness of “The Doctor’s Touchstone,” -we find the vilely mercenary husband here exhibited, -and followed by the truthful description (justifiable, -although coarsely outspoken) of “The baseness of -Whores.” Such were they of old: such are they ever.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_92">Page 92.</a> <i>Let not Sweet Saint</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>Like the three preceding poems, not yet found elsewhere, -but worthy of preservation.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_93">Page 93.</a> <i>How happy’s that Prisoner.</i></h4> - -<p>Written “by a Person of Quality:” whom we suspect to -have been <span class="smcap">Sir Francis Wortley</span>, but without evidence -to substantiate the guess. This is the earliest appearance -in print, known to us, of this characteristic outburst -of Cavalier vivacity, which re-appears as the Musician’s -Song, in “<i>Cromwell’s Conspiracy</i>,” 1660, Act iii. sc. 2; -and <i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661, p. 101. (See also <i>M. D. C.</i>, -pp. 107, 373). As to the introduction of the several -ancient philosophers (referred to in former Appendix, p. -373), compare the delightful <i>Chanson a Boire</i>,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Je cherche en vin la vérité,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Si le vin n’aide à ma foiblesse,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Toute la docte antiquité</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Dans le vin puisa la sagesse,</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Oui c’est par le bon vin que le bon sens éclate,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>J’en atteste</i> Hypocrate,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Qui dit qu’il fait a chaque mois</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Du moins s’enivrer une fois, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(The other twelve verses are given complete in “<i>Brallaghan; -or, the Deipnosophists</i>,” 1845, pp. 198-203, with a -clever verse-translation, by the foremost of linguistic -scholars now alive—the friend of Talfourd and of Dr. W. -Maginn—at whom many nowadays presume to scoff, and -whom Benchers defame and banish themselves from.)</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_97">Page 97.</a> <i>Fire! Fire! O how I burn, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>Also in <i>Windsor Drollery</i>, 1672, p. 126, as “Fire! Fire! -<i>lo here</i> I burn in my desire,” &c. And in Henry Bold’s -<i>Latine Songs</i>, 1685, p. 139, where it is inserted, to be -alongside of this parody on it by him, song xlvii., or a</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">MOCK.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Fire, Fire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Is there no help for thy desire?</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Are tears all spent? Is <span class="antiqua">Humber</span> low?</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Doth <span class="antiqua">Trent</span> stand still? Doth <span class="antiqua">Thames</span> not flow?</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Though all these can’t thy Feaver cure,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Yet <span class="antiqua">Tyburn</span> is a Cooler lure,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And since thou can’st not quench thy Fire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Go hang thy self, and thy desire!</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Fire, fire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Here’s one [still] left for thy desire,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Since that the Rainbow in the skye,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Is bent a deluge to deny,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>As loth for thee a God should Lye.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Let gentle Rope come dangling down,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>One born to hang shall never drown,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And since thou can’st not quench the Fire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Go hang thy self, and thy desire!</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Latine Songs</i>, 1685, p. 140.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_98">Page 98.</a> <i>’Tis not how witty, nor how free.</i></h4> - -<p>A year earlier, this had appeared in <i>Wit’s Interpreter</i>, -1655, p. 4 (1671, p. 108), entitled “What is most to be -liked in a Mistress.” Robt. Jamieson quotes it, from -<i>Choyce Drollery</i>, in his <i>Pop. Bds.</i>, 1806, ii. 309. We believe -it to be by the same author as the poem next following, -and regret that they remain anonymous. Both are -of a stately beauty, and recall to us those Cavalier Ladies -with whose portraits Vandyck adorned many family -mansions.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_99">Page 99.</a> <i>She’s not the fairest of her name.</i></h4> - -<p>One clue, that may hereafter guide us to the authorship, -we know the lady’s name. It was <span class="smcap">Freeman</span>. This poem -also had appeared a year earlier, at least, in <i>Wit’s Interpreter</i>, -1655, p. 55 (; 1671 ed., p. 161). Also in <i>Wit and -Drollery</i>, 1661, p. 162; in <i>Oxford Drollery</i>, part ii. 1671, -p. 87; and in <i>Loyal Garland</i>, 1686, as “The Platonick -Lover” (reprinted by Percy Soc., xxix. 64). There -should be a comma in fifth line, after the word Constancy. -Various readings:—Verse 2, <i>meanest</i> wit; and <i>yet</i> a; 3, -His <i>dear</i> addresses; walls be <i>brick</i> or stone.</p> - -<h4 id="BeaumontAndFletcher"><a href="#Page_100">Page 100.</a> <i>’Tis late and cold, stir up the fire.</i></h4> - -<p>This Song, by <span class="smcap">John Fletcher</span>, in his <i>Lover’s Progress</i>, -Act iii. sc. 1., before 1625. The music is found in Additional -MS. No. 11,608 (written about 1656), fol. 20; -there called “Myne Ost’s Song, sung in <i>ye Mad Lover</i> -[wrong: a different play], set by Robt. Johnson.” It -re-appears in <i>Wit and Drollery</i> 1661, p. 212; in the -<i>Academy of Complements</i>, 1670, p. 175, &c. It is the -Song of the Dead Host, whose return to wait upon his -guests and ask their aid to have his body laid in consecrated -ground, is so humorously described. His forewarnings -of death to Cleander are, to our mind, of thrilling -interest. These scenes were Sir Walter Scott’s favourites; -but Leigh Hunt, perversely, could see no merit in -them. We believe that the tinge of sepulchral dullness<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> -in Mine Host enhances the vividness of the incidents, -like the taciturnity of Don Guzman’s stony statue in -Shadwell’s “Libertine.”</p> - -<p>Thus the hundred-paged volume of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, -1656,—“Delicates served up by frugall Messes, as aiming -at thy satisfaction not saciety,”—comes to an end, with -Beaumont and Fletcher. On them remembrance loves -to rest, as the fitting representatives of that class of -courtly gentlemen, poets, wits, and scholars, who were, to -a great extent, even then, fading away from English -society. To them had been visible no phase of the Rebellion, -and they probably never conceived that it was -near. Beaumont, with his statelier reserve, and his tendency -to quiet musing, fostered “under the shade of -melancholy boughs” at Grace-Dieu, had early passed -away, honoured and lamented; a month before his friend -Shakespeare went to rest: Shakespeare, who, having -known half a century of busy life, felt contented, doubtless, -to fulfil the wish that he had long before expressed, -himself, almost prophetically:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>“Let me not live,”—</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thus his good melancholy oft began, ...</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>“After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>All but new things disdain; whose judgments are</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Expire before their fashions:”—this he wished.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Fletcher survived nine years, and battled on with somewhat -of spasmodic action; at once widowed and orphaned -by the death of his close friend and work-fellow; winning -fresh triumphs, it is true, and leaving many a trace of his -bright genius like a gleam of heaven’s own light across -the sadness and corruption of an imaginary world, that -was not at all unreal in heroism or in wickedness. He -also passed away while young; a few months later than the -time when Charles the First came to the throne, suddenly -elevated by the death of his father James, bringing -abruptly to a consummation that marriage with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> -French Princess which did so much to lead him and his -country into ruin. The year 1625 was the separating -date between the autumnal ripeness and the chill of fruitless -winter. A sunny glow remains on Fletcher to the -last. With him it fades, and the world that he had -known is changed.</p> - -<p class="center mt3">[End of Notes to <i>Choyce Drollery</i>.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 id="APPENDIX_2">APPENDIX. <span class="smcap">Part 2.</span><br /> -ANTIDOTE AGAINST MELANCHOLY. 1661.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Gratiano.</i>—“Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice</div> -<div class="verse indent6">By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,—</div> -<div class="verse indent6">I love thee, and it is my love that speaks;—</div> -<div class="verse indent6">There are a sort of men, whose visages</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And do a wilful stillness entertain,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">With purpose to be dress’d in an opinion</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;</div> -<div class="verse indent6">As who should say, ‘I am Sir Oracle,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!’”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Merchant of Venice</i>, Act i. sc. 1.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>We have already, in a brief Introduction, (<a href="#ANTIDOTE_INTRODUCTION">pp. -105-110</a>), explained our reason for adding -all that was necessary to complete this work; a large -portion having been anticipated in <i>Merry Drollery</i> of -the same year, 1661. In the Postscript (pp. <a href="#ANTIDOTE_POSTSCRIPT">161-165</a>), -we endeavoured to trace the authorship of the entire -collection; leaving to these following notes, and those -attached to <i>M. Drollery, Compleat</i>, the search for separate -poems or songs. Also, on pp. <a href="#Page_166">166-175</a>, we -traced the history of “Arthur o’ Bradley,” delaying -the important song of his Wedding (from an original -of the date 1656), unto <a href="#ARTHUR">Part IV. of our <i>Appendix</i></a>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p> - -<p>To no other living writer are we lovers of old literature -more deeply indebted than to the veteran John -Payne Collier, who is now far advanced in his eighty-seventh -year, and whose intellect and industry remain -vigorously employed at this great age: one proof of the -fact being his new edition of Shakespeare (each play in -a separate quarto, issued to private subscribers), begun -in January, 1875, and already the Comedies are finished, -in the third volume. Among his numerous choice reprints -of rare originals, his series of the more than -“<i>Seven Early Poetical Miscellanies</i>” was a work of greatest -value. To these, with his new “<i>Shakespeare</i>,” the -interesting “<i>Old Man’s Diary</i>,” his “<i>Bibliographical and -Critical Account of the Rarest Books in the English Language</i>,” -his “<i>Annals of the Stage</i>,” “<i>The Poetical Decameron</i>,” -his charming “<i>Book of Roxburghe Ballads</i>,” -1847, his “<i>Broadside Black-Letter-Ballads</i>,” 1868, and -other labours, no less than to his warmth of heart and -friendly encouragement by letters, the present Editor -owes many happy hours, and for them makes grateful -acknowledgment.</p> - -<p>About the year 1870, J. P. Collier issued to private -subscribers his very limited and elegant Reprint, in quarto, -of “<i>An Antidote against Melancholy</i>,” 1661. This is -already nearly as unattainable as the original.</p> - -<p>J. P. Collier gave no notes to his Reprint of the -“Antidote,” but, in the brief Introduction thereunto, he -mentioned that:—“This poetical tract has been selected -for our reprint on account of its rarity, the excellence of -the greater part of its contents, the high antiquity of some -of them, and from the fact that many of the ballads and -humorous pieces of versification are either not met with -elsewhere, or have been strangely corrupted in repetition -through the press. Two or three of them are used by -Shakespeare, and the word ‘incarnadine’ [<a href="#Page_148">see our p. 148</a>] -is only found in ‘Macbeth’ (A. ii., sc. 2), in Carew’s -poems, and in this tract: here we have it as the name of -a red wine; and nobody hitherto has noticed it in that -sense.</p> - -<p>“When Ritson published his ‘Robin Hood’ in 1795, -he relied chiefly upon the text of the famous ballad of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> -‘Arthur o’ Bradley,’ as he discovered it in the miscellany -before us [See our <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, pp. 312, -399; also, in present volume, <a href="#Page_166">p. 166</a>, and <a href="#Page_397">Additional Note</a>]; -but, learned in such matters as he undoubtedly was, he -was not aware of the very early period at which ‘Arthur -o’ Bradley’ was so popular as to be quoted in one of our -Old Moralities, which may have been in existence in the -reigns of Henry VI. or Henry VII., which was acted while -Henry VIII. or Edward VI. were on the throne, and -which is contained in a manuscript bearing the date of -1579.</p> - -<p>“The few known copies of ‘An Antidote against Melancholy’ -are dated 1661, the year after the Restoration, -when lawless licence was allowed both to the press and in -social intercourse; and, if we permitted ourselves to mutilate -our originals, we might not have reproduced such -coarseness; but still no words will be found which, even -a century afterwards, were not sometimes used in private -conversation, and which did not even make their appearance -at full length in print. Mere words may be said to -be comparatively harmless; but when, as in the time of -Charles II, they were employed as incentives to vice and -laxity of manners, they become dangerous. The repetition -of them in our day, in a small number of reprints, -can hardly be offensive to decorum, and unquestionably -cannot be injurious to public morals. We always address -ourselves to the students of our language and habits of -life.”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_113">Page 113 (original, p. 1).</a> <i>Not drunken, nor sober, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>Joseph Ritson gave this Bacchanalian chant in the -second volume of his “English Songs,” p. 58, 1783. -Forty-six verses, out of the seventy, had been repeated in -the “Collection of Old Ballads,” 1723-25, (which Ambrose -Philips and David Mallet may have edited,) “The Ex-Ale-tation -of Ale” is in vol. iii. p. 166. Part, if not all, must -have been in existence fully ten years before it appeared -in the “Antidote,” as we find “O Ale <i>ab alendo</i>, thou -Liquor of life!” with music by John Hilton, in his “Catch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> -that Catch Can,” p. 5, 1652. It is also in <i>Wit’s Merriment; -or, Lusty Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 118; eight verses only. -These are: 1. Not drunken; 2. But yet to commend it; -3. But yet, by your leave; 4. It makes a man merry; 5. -The old wife whose teeth; 6. The Ploughman, the Lab’rer; -7. The man that hath a black blous to his wife; 8. -With that my friend said, &c. Still earlier, the poem had -appeared, imperfectly, in a four-paged quarto pamphlet, -dated 1642 (along with “The Battle fought between the -Norfolk Cock and the Wisbeach Cock,” see <i>M. D. C.</i>, p. -242) as by <span class="smcap">Thomas Randall</span>, i.e. <span class="smcap">Randolph</span>. Accordingly, -it has been included (34 verses only) in the 1875 -edition of his Works, p. 662. We personally attach no -weight to the pamphlet’s ascription of it to Randolph, -(who died in March, 1634-5). It is far more likely to have -been the work of <span class="smcap">Samuel Rowlands</span>, in whose <i>Crew of -Kind London Gossips</i>, 1663, we meet it, p. 129-141, and -whose style it more closely resembles. Some poems duly -assigned to Randolph are in the same volume, but the -“Exaltation of Ale” is <i>not</i> thus distinguished. There -are seventy-two verses given, and the motto is <i>Tempus -edax rerum, &c.</i> We have not been able to consult an -earlier edition of S. Rowland’s “<i>Crew</i>,” &c., about 1650.</p> - -<p>So long afterwards as 1788, we find an abbreviated -copy of the song, six verses, in Lackington’s “British -Songster,” p. 202, entitled “A Tankard of Ale.” The -first verse runs thus:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Not drunk, nor yet sober, but brother to both,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>I met with a man upon Aylesbury Vale,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I saw in his face that he was in good case</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To go and take part of a tankard of ale.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Omitting all sequence of narrative, the other verses are -adapted from the <i>Antidote’s</i> 21st, 19th, 10th, 26th, and -50th; concerning the hedger, beggar, widow, clerk, and -amicable conclusion over a tankard of ale. In a <i>Convivial -Songster</i>, of 1807, by Tegg, London, these six are given -with addition of another as fifth:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The old parish Vicar, when he’s in his liquor,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Will merrily at his parishioners rail,</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>“Come, pay all your tithes, or I’ll kiss all your wives,”</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It had appeared in a Chap-book (circa 1794, according -to Wm. Logan; see his amusing “Pedlar’s Pack,” pp. -224-6), with other five verses inserted before the Finale. -We give them to complete the tale:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>There’s the blacksmith by trade, a jolly brisk blade,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Cries, “Fill up the bumper, dear host, from the pail;”</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>So cheerful he’ll sing, and make the house ring,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Laru la re, laru, &c. So cheerful, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>There’s the tinker, ye ken, cries “old kettles to mend,”</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With his budget and hammer to drive in the nail;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Will spend a whole crown, at one sitting down,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Laru, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>There’s the mason, brave <span class="antiqua">John</span>, the carver of stone,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>The Master’s grand secret he’ll never reveal;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet how merry is he with his lass on his knee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>When once he shakes hands with a tankard of ale.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Laru, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>You maids who feel shame, pray me do not blame,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Though your private ongoings in public I tell;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Young <span class="antiqua">Bridget</span> and <span class="antiqua">Nell</span> to kiss will not fail</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>When once they shake hands with a tankard of ale.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Laru, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>There’s some jolly wives, love drink as their lives,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Dear neighbours but mind the sad thread of my tale;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Their husbands they’ll scorn, as sure’s they were born,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>If once they shake hands with a tankard of ale.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Laru, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>From wrangling or jangling, and ev’ry such strife,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Or anything else that may happen to fall;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>From words come to blows, and sharp bloody nose,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>But friends again over a tankard of ale.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Laru, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">Notice the characteristic mention of William Elderton, -the Ballad-writer (who died before 1592), in the thirty-third -verse (our <a href="#Page_119">p. 119</a>):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>For ballads Elderton never had peer;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>How went his wit in them, with how merry a gale,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And with all the sails up, had he been at the cup,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And washed his beard with a pot of good ale.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">William Elderton’s “New Yorkshire Song, intituled -<i>Yorke, Yorke, for my Monie</i>,” (entered at Stationers’ -Hall, 16 November, 1582, and afterwards “Imprinted at -London by Richard Iones; dwelling neere Holbourne -Bridge: 1584),” has the place of honour in the Roxburghe -Collection, being the first ballad in the first -volume. It consequently takes the lead in the valuable -“Roxburghe Bds.” of the Ballad Society, 1869, so ably -edited by William Chappell, Esq., F.S.A. It also formed -the commencement of Ritson’s <i>Yorkshire Garland</i>: York, -1788. It is believed that Elderton wrote the “excellent -Ballad intituled The Constancy of Susanna” (Roxb. -Coll., i. 60; Bagford, ii. 6; Pepys, i. 33, 496). A list of -others was first given by Ritson; since, by W. C. Hazlitt, -in his <i>Handbook</i>, p. 177. Elderton’s “Lenton Stuff -ys come to the town” was reprinted by J. O. Halliwell, -for the Shakespeare Society, in 1846 (p. 105). He gives -Drayton’s allusion to Elderton in Notes to Mr. Hy. -Huth’s “79 Black-Letter Ballads,” 1870, 274 (the “Praise -of my Ladie Marquess,” by W. E., being on pp. 14-16). -Elderton had been an actor in 1552; his earliest dated -ballad is of 1559, and he had ceased to live by 1592. -Camden gives an epitaph, which corroborates our text, in -regard to the “thirst complaint” of the balladist:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Hic situs est sitiens, atque ebrius Eldertonus—</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Quid dico—Hic situs est? his potius sitis est.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Thus freely rendered by Oldys:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Dead drunk here Elderton doth lie;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Dead as he is, he still is dry;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>So of him it may well be said,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Here he, but not his thirst, is laid.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">A MS., time of James I., possessed by J. P. Collier, -mentions, in further confirmation:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Will Elderton’s</span> red nose is famous everywhere,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And many a ballet shows it cost him very dear;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>In ale, and toast, and spice, he spent good store of coin,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>You need not ask him twice to take a cup of wine.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But though his nose was red, his hand was very white,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>In work it never sped, nor took in it delight;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>No marvel therefore ’tis, that white should be his hand,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That ballets writ a score, as you well understand.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(See Wm. Chappell’s Popular Music of the Olden Time, -pp. 107, 815; and J. P. Collier’s Extracts from Reg. Stat. -Comp., <i>passim</i>, Indices, art. Elderton; and his Bk. of -Roxb. Bds., p. 139.)</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_125">Page 125 (orig. 14).</a> <i>With an old Song, made by, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>The fashion of disparaging the present, by praising the -customs and people of days that have passed away, is -almost as old as the Deluge, if not older. Homer speaks -of the degeneracy in his time, and aged Israel had long -earlier lamented the few and evil days to which his own -life extended, in comparison with those patriarchs who -had gone before him. Even as we know not the full value -of the Mistress or the friend whose affection had been -given unto us, until separated from them, for ever, by -estrangement or the grave, so does it seem to be with -many customs and things. Robert Browning touchingly -declares:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And she is gone; sweet human love is gone!</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>’Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Beside you, and lie down at night by you</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And all at once they leave you, and you know them!</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Modified in succeeding reigns, the ballad of “The Queen -[Elizabeth]’s Old Courtier, and A New Courtier of the -King [James]” has already known two hundred and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> -fifty years’ popularity. The earliest printed copy was -probably issued by T. Symcocke, by or after 1626. We -find it in several books about the time of the Restoration, -when parodies became frequent. It is in <i>Le Prince -d’Amour</i>, 1660, p. 161; <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1682 (not in -1656, 1661 edits.), p. 278, “With an old Song,” <i>&c.</i>; <i>Wit -and Mirth</i>, 1684, p. 43; <i>Dryden’s Misc. Poems</i> (ed. 1716, -iv. 108); with the Music, in <i>Pills</i>, iii. 271; in <i>Philomel</i>, -130, 1744; Percy’s <i>Reliques</i>, ii. Bk. 3, No. 8, 1767; Ritson’s -<i>English Sgs.</i>, ii. 140, and Chappell’s <i>Pop. Music</i>, p. -300, to which refer for a good introduction, with extract -from Pepys Diary of 16th June, 1668. Accompanying a -Parody by T. Howard, Gent. (beginning similarly, “An -Old Song made of an old aged pate”), it meets us in the -Roxburghe Coll., iii. 72, printed for F. Coles (1646-74).</p> - -<p>Among other parodies may be mentioned one entitled -“An Old Souldier of the Queen’s” (in <i>Merry Drollery, -Compleat</i>, 31, and in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 248, 1661); -another, “The New Souldier” (<i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 282, -1682), beginning:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>With a new Beard but lately trimmed,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With a new love-lock neatly kemm’d,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With a new favour snatch’d or nimm’d,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With a new doublet, French-like trimm’d;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And a new gate, as if he swimm’d;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Like a new Souldier of the King’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And the King’s new Souldier.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>With a new feather in his Cap;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With new white bootes, without a strap</i>; &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In the same edition of <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, p. 165, is yet -another parody, headed “<i>Old Souldiers</i>,” which runs -thus (see <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, ii. 24, 1672,):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Of Old Souldiers the song you would hear,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And we old fiddlers have forgot who they were.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">John Cleveland had a parody on the Queen’s Courtier, -about 1648, entitled The Puritan, beginning “With face -and fashion to be known, For one of sure election.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> -Another, called The Tub-Preacher, is doubtfully attributed -to Samuel Butler, and begins similarly, “With face and -fashion to be known: With eyes all white, and many a -groan” (in his <i>Posthumous Works</i>, p. 44, 3rd edit., 1730). -The political parody, entitled “Saint George and the -Dragon, <i>anglicé Mercurius Poeticus</i>,” to the same tune of -“The Old Courtier,” is in the Kings Pamphlets, XVI., -and has been reprinted by T. Wright for the Percy Soc., -iii. 205. It bears Thomason’s date, 28 Feb., 1659-[60], -and is on the overthrow of the Rump, by General Monk. -It begins thus:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>News! news! here’s the occurrences and a new Mercurius,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A dialogue between Haselrigg the baffled and Arthur the furious;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With Ireton’s readings upon legitimate and spurious,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Proving that a Saint may be the Son of a Wh——, for the satisfaction of the curious.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>From a Rump insatiate as the Sea,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5">Libera nos, Domine, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Old songs have rarely, if ever, been modernized so successfully -as “The Queen’s Old Courtier,” of which “The -Fine Old English Gentleman” is no unworthy representative. -Popular though it was, thirty or forty years -ago, it is not easily met with now; thus we may be excused -for adding it here:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><i>THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.</i></p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I’ll sing you a good old song, made by a good old pate,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of a fine old English gentleman, who had an old estate,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And who kept up his old mansion, at a bountiful old rate;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Like a fine old English gentleman, all of the olden time.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>His hall so old was hung around with pikes, and guns, and bows,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And swords, and good old bucklers, that had stood against old foes;</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>’Twas there “his worship” held his state in doublet and trunk hose,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And quaff’d his cup of good old Sack, to warm, his good old nose:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>Like a fine old English gentleman, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>When Winter’s cold brought frost and snow, he open’d house to all;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And though threescore and ten his years, he featly led the ball;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor was the houseless wanderer e’er driven from his hall,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For, while he feasted all the great, he ne’er forgot the small:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>Like a fine old English gentleman, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But time, though sweet, is strong in flight, and years roll swiftly by;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And autum’s falling leaves proclaimed, the old man—he must die!</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He laid him down right tranquilly, gave up life’s latest sigh;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>While a heavy stillness reign’d around, and tears dimm’d every eye.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>For this good old English gentleman, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Now surely this is better far than all the new parade</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of theatres and fancy balls, “At Home,” and masquerade;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And much more economical, when all the bills are paid:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then leave your new vagaries off, and take up the old trade</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>Of a fine old English gentleman, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>A series of eight Essays, each illustrated with a design -by R. W. Buss, was devoted to “The Old and Young -Courtier” in the <i>Penny Magazine</i> of the Society for -Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, in 1842.</p> - -<p>Charles Matthews used to sing (was it in “Patter -<i>versus</i> Clatter”?) an amusing version of “The Fine -Young English Gentleman,” of whom it was reported that,</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>He kept up his vagaries at a most astounding rate,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And likewise his old Landlady,—by staying out so late,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Like a fine young English gentleman, one of the present time, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">T. R. Planché wrote a parody to the same tune, in his -“Golden Fleece,” on the “Fine Young Grecian Gentleman,” -Iason, as described by his deserted wife Medea: it -begins, “I’ll tell you a sad tale of the life I’ve been led of -late.” In Dinny Blake’s “<i>Sprig of Shillelah</i>,” p. 3, is -found “The Rale Ould Irish Gintleman,” (5 verses) beginning, -“I’ll sing you a dacent song, that was made by -a Paddy’s pate,” and ending thus:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Each Irish boy then took a pride to prove himself a man,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To serve a friend, and beat a foe it always was the plan</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Of a rale ould Irish Gintleman, the boy of the olden time.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(Or, as Wm. Hy. Murray, of Edinburgh, used to say, in -his unequalled “Old Country Squire,” “A smile for a -friend, a frown for a foe, and a full front for every one!”)</p> - -<p>At the beginning of the Crimean War appeared another -parody, ridiculing the Emperor Nicholas, as “The Fine -Old Russian Gentleman” (it is in Berger’s <i>Red, White, -and Blue</i>, 467); and clever Robert B. Brough, in one of -his more bitter moods against “The Governing Classes,” -misrepresented the “Fine Old English Gentleman” -(<i>Ibid.</i>, p. 733), as splenetically as Charles Dickens did in -<i>Barnaby Rudge</i>, chapter 47.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_129">Page 20 (original).</a> Pan <i>leave piping, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>Given already, in our Appendix to the <i>Westminster Drollery</i>, -p. liv., with note of tune and locality. <a href="#APPENDIX_3">See Additional -Note in Part 3 of present Appendix.</a></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_129">Page 129 (orig. 26).</a> <i>Why should we boast of <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span>, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>There are so many differences in the version printed in -the <i>Antidote agt. Melancholy</i> from that already given in -<i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, p. 309, (cp. Note, p. 399), that -we give the former uncurtailed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span></p> - -<p>Along with the music in <i>Pills to p. Mel.</i>, iii. 116, 1719, -are the extra verses (also in <i>Wit and Mirth</i>, 1684, p. 29?) -agreeing with the <i>Antidote</i>; as does the version in <i>Old -Bds.</i>, i. 24, 1723.</p> - -<p>Another old ballad, in the last-named collection, p. -153, is upon “King Edward and Jane Shore; in Imitation, -and to the Tune of, St. <i>George</i> and the <i>Dragon</i>.” -It begins (in better version):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Why should we boast of <span class="antiqua">Lais</span> and her knights,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Knowing such Champions entrapt by Whorish Lights?</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or why should we speak of <span class="antiqua">Thais</span> curled Locks,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or <span class="antiqua">Rhodope</span>, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Roxb. Coll., iii. 258, printed in 1671. Also in <i>Pills</i>, with -music, iv. 272. The authorship of it is ascribed to -<span class="smcap">Samuel Butler</span>, in the volume assuming to be his -“Posthumous Works” (p. iii., 3rd edition, 1730); but -this ascription is of no weight in general.</p> - -<p>In Edm. Gayton’s <i>Festivous Notes upon Don Quixot</i>, -1654, p. 231, we read:—“’Twas very proper for these -Saints to alight at the sign of St. <i>George</i>, who slew the -Dragon which was to prey upon the Virgin: The truth -of which story hath been abus’d by his own country-men, -who almost deny all the particulars of it, as I have read -in a scurrilous Epigram, very much impairing the credit -and Legend of St. <i>George</i>; As followeth,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>They say there is no <span class="antiqua">Dragon</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Nor no Saint <span class="antiqua">George</span> ’tis said.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Saint <span class="antiqua">George</span> and <span class="antiqua">Dragon</span> lost,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Pray Heaven there be a Maid!</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">But it was smartly return’d to, in this manner,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Saint <span class="antiqua">George</span> indeed is dead,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And the fell <span class="antiqua">Dragon</span> slaine;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The <span class="antiqua">Maid</span> liv’d so and dyed,—</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>She’ll ne’r do so againe.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Somewhat different is the earlier version, in <i>Wit’s Recreations</i>, -1640-45. (Reprint, p. 194, which see, “To save -a maid,” &c.) The Answer to it is probably Gayton’s -own.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_133">Page 133 (orig. 29).</a> <i>Come hither, thou merriest, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>Issued as a popular broadsheet, printed at London -for Thomas Lambert, probably during the lifetime of -Charles I., we find this lively ditty of “Blew Cap for -Me!” in the Roxburghe Coll., i. 20, and in the Bd. Soc. -Reprint, vol. i. pp. 74-9. Mr. Chappell mentions that the -tune thus named “is included in the various editions of -<i>The Dancing Master</i> from 1650 to 1690; and says, the -reference to ‘when our good king was in Falkland town,’ -[in the <i>Antidote</i> it reads “our good <i>knight</i>,” line 13] may -supply an approximate date to the composition.” We -believe that it must certainly have been before the Scots -sold their king for the base bribe of money from the Parliamentarians, -in 1648, when “Blew caps” became hateful -to all true Cavaliers. The visit to Falkland was in -1633, so the date is narrowed in compass. From the -Black-letter ballad we gain a few corrections: <i>drowne</i>, -for dare, in 4th line; long <i>lock’d</i>, 26th line; for <i>further</i> -exercises, 28th; <i>Mistris</i> (so we should read <i>Maitresse</i>, not -<i>a metrel</i>), 29th; <i>Pe gar</i> me do love you (not “Dear”), -30th; <i>she</i> replide. The First Part ends with the Irishman. -The Second Part begins with two verses not in -the <i>Antidote</i>:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>A Dainty spruce Spanyard, with haire black as jett,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>long cloak with round cape, a long Rapier and Ponyard;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Hee told her if that she could Scotland forget,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>hee’d shew her the Vines as they grow in the Vineyard.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>“If thou wilt abandon</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>this Country so cold,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>I’ll show thee faire Spaine,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>and much Indian gold.”</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>But stil she replide, “Sir,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>I pray let me be;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6">Gif ever I have a man,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Blew-cap for me.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>A haughty high German of Hamborough towne,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>a proper tall gallant, with mighty mustachoes;</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>He weepes if the Lasse vpon him doe but frowne,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>yet he’s a great Fencer that comes to ore-match vs.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>But yet all his fine fencing</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>Could not get the Lasse;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>She deny’d him so oft,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>that he wearyed was;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>For still she replide, “Sir,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>I pray let me be;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6">Gif ever I have a man,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Blew-cap for me.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">In the Netherland Mariner’s Speech we find for the fifth -line of verse, “<i>Isk</i> will make thee,” <i>said</i> he, “sole Lady,” -&c. Another verse follows it, before the conclusion:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>These sundry Sutors, of seuerall Lands,</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">4</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>did daily solicite this Lasse for her fauour;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And euery one of them alike vnderstands</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>that to win the prize they in vaine did endeauour:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>For she had resolued</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>(as I before said)</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>To haue bonny Blew-cap,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>or else bee a maid.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>Vnto all her suppliants</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>still replyde she,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6">“Gif ever I have a man,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Blew-cap for me.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>At last came a Scottish-man (with a blew-cap),</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>and he was the party for whom she had tarry’d;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To get this blithe bonny Lasse ’twas his gude hap,—</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>they gang’d to the Kirk, & were presently marry’d.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>I ken not weele whether</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>it were Lord or Leard;</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Laird</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>They caude him some sike</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>a like name as I heard;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>To chuse him from au</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>She did gladly agree,—</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6"><i>And still she cride</i>, “Blew-cap,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">th’art welcome to mee.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">The song is also reprinted for the Percy Society, (Fairholt’s -<i>Costume</i>), xxvii. 130, as well as in Evans’ <i>O. Bds.</i>, -iii. 245. Compare John Cleavland’s “Square Cap,”—“Come -hither, <i>Apollo’s</i> bouncing girl.”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_135">Page 135 (orig. 30).</a> <i>The Wit hath long beholden been.</i></h4> - -<p>In Harleian MS. No. 6931, where it is signed as by <span class="smcap">Dr. -W. Strode</span>.</p> - -<p>The tune of this is “The Shaking of the Sheets,” according -to a broadside printed for John Trundle (1605-24, -before 1628, as by that date we believe his widow’s name -would have been substituted). We find it reprinted by J. -P. Collier in his <i>Book of Roxburghe Ballads</i>, p. 172, 1847, -as “The Song of the Caps.” In an introductory note, -we gather that “This spirited and humorous song seems -to have been founded, in some of its points, upon the -‘Pleasant Dialogue or Disputation between the Cap and -the Head,’ which prose satire went through two editions, -in 1564 and 1565: (see the Bridgewater Catalogue, p. -46.) It is, however, more modern, and certainly cannot -be placed earlier than the end of the reign of Elizabeth. -It may be suspected that it underwent some changes, to -adapt it to the times, when it was afterwards reprinted; -and we finally meet with it, but in a rather corrupted -state, in a work published in 1656, called ‘Sportive Wit: -the Muses Merriment, a new Spring of Lusty Drollery,’ -&c.” [p. 23.] It appears, with the music, in <i>Pills</i>, iv. 157; -in Percy Society’s “Costume,” 1849, 115, with woodcuts -of several of the caps mentioned.</p> - -<p>In <i>Sportive Wit</i>, 1656, p. 23, is a second verse (coming -before “The Monmouth Cap,” &c.):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">2.—<i>The Cap doth stand, each man can show,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Above a Crown, but Kings below:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Cap is nearer heav’n than we;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A greater sign of Majestie:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>When off the Cap we chance to take,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Both head and feet obeysance make;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4">For any Cap, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">In our 3rd verse, it reads:—ever <i>brought</i>, The <i>quilted</i>, -Furr’d; <i>crewel</i>; 4th verse, line 6, of (<i>some say</i>) a horn. -5th verse, crooked <i>cause aright; Which, being round and -endless, knows</i> || <i>To make as endless any cause</i> [A better -version]. 6th, <i>findes</i> a mouth; 7th, The <i>Motley Man</i> a -Cap; [for lines 3, 4, compare Shakespeare, as to it taking -a wise man to play the fool,] like <i>the Gyant’s</i> Crown. 8th, -Sick-<i>mans</i>; When <i>hats in Church</i> drop off apace, <i>This</i> -Cap <i>ne’er leaves the</i> head <i>uncas’d</i>, Though he be <i>ill</i>; -[two next verses are expanded into three, in <i>Sp. Wit</i>.] -11th, none but <i>Graduats</i> [N.B.]; <i>none</i> covered are; <i>But -those that</i> to; <i>go</i> bare. <i>This</i> Cap, <i>of all the Caps that be</i>, -Is <i>now</i>; <i>high</i> degree.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_139">Page 139 (orig. 37).</a> <i>Once I a curious eye did fix.</i></h4> - -<p>This is in <span class="smcap">Thomas Weaver’s</span> <i>Songs and Poems of Love -and Drollery</i>, p. 16, 1654. Elsewhere attributed to <span class="smcap">John -Cleveland</span> (who died in 1658), and printed among his -Poems “<i>J. Cleavland Revived</i>” (p. 106, 3rd edit. 1662), -as “The Schismatick,” with a trashy fifth verse (not -found elsewhere):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>I heard of one did touch,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>He did tell as much,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Of one that would not crouch</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>At <span class="antiqua">Communion</span>;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Who thrusting up his hand</i></div> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>Never made a stand</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Till he came where her f—— had union;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>She without all terrour,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Thought it no errour,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But did laugh till the tears down did trickle,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ha, ha, ha, <span class="antiqua">Rotundus</span>, <span class="antiqua">Rotundus</span>, ’tis you that my spleen doth tickle.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It is likewise in the <i>Rump</i> collection, i. 223, 1662; <i>Loyal -Sgs.</i>, i. 131, 1731.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_139">Page 139 (orig. 47).</a> <i>I’s not come here to tauk of <span class="antiqua">Prut</span>.</i></h4> - -<p>By <span class="smcap">Ben Jonson</span>. This is the song of the Welshmen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> -Evan, Howell, and Rheese, alternately, in Praise of Wales, -sung in an Anti-Masque “For the Honour of Wales,” -performed before King James I. on Shrove Tuesday, -1618-19. The final verse is omitted from the <i>Antidote -against Melancholy</i>. It is this (sung by Rheese):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Au, but what say yow should it shance too,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That we should leap it in a dance too,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And make it you as great a pleasure,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>If but your eyes be now at leisure;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As in your ears s’all leave a laughter,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To last upon you six days after?</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ha! well-a-go to, let us try to do,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As your old <span class="antiqua">Britton</span>, things to be writ on.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span>—<i>Come, put on other looks now,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And lay away your hooks now;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>And though yet yow ha’ no pump, sirs,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Let ’em hear that yow can jump, sirs,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>Still, still, we’ll toudge your ears,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent5"><i>With the praise of her thirteen s’eeres.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(See Col. F. Cunningham’s “Mermaid” Ben Jonson, iii. -130-2, for Gifford’s Notes.) With a quaint old woodcut -of a strutting Welshman, in cap and feather, the song reappears -in “<i>Recreations for Ingenious Head-pieces</i>,” 1645 -(<i>Wits Recreations</i>, Reprint, p. 387).</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_143">Page 143.</a> <i>Old Poets Hipocrin admire.</i></h4> - -<p>This is attributed to <span class="smcap">Thomas Randall</span>, or <span class="smcap">Randolph</span> -(died 1634-5), in <i>Wit and Mirth</i>, 1684. p. 101: But to N. -N., along with music by Hy. Lawes, in his <i>Ayres</i>, Book -ii. p. 29, 1655. It is also in <i>Parnassus Biceps</i>, 1656, p. -158, “<i>All</i> Poets,” &c., and in <i>Sportive Wit</i>, p. 60.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_144">Page 144.</a> <i>Hang the Presbyter’s Gill.</i></h4> - -<p>With music in <i>Pills</i>, vi. 182; title, “The Presbyter’s -Gill:” where we find three other verses, as 4th, 5th, and -7th:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>The stout-brested <span class="antiqua">Lombard</span>, His brains ne’er incumbred,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With drinking of Gallons three;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Trycongius</span> was named, And by <span class="antiqua">Cæsar</span> famed,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Who dubb’d him Knight Cap-a-pee.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>If then Honour be in’t, Why a Pox should we stint</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Ourselves of the fulness it bears?</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>H’ has less Wit than an Ape, In the blood of a Grape,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Will not plunge himself o’er Head and Ears.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>See the bold Foe appears, May he fall that him Fears,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Keep you but close order, and then</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>We will give him the Rout, Be he never so stout[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And prepare for his Rallying agen.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8 (Final).</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Let’s drain the whole Cellar, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The accumulative progression, humourously exaggerated, -is to be seen employed in other Drinking Songs; notably -in “Here’s a Health to the Barley-Mow, my brave -boys!” (still heard at rural festivals in East Yorkshire, -and printed in J. H. Dixon’s <i>Bds. & Sgs. of the Peasantry</i>, -Bell’s annotated edit., p. 159) and “Bacchus Overcome,” -beginning “My Friend and I, we drank,” &c. -(in <i>Coll. Old Bds.</i>, iii. 145, 1725.)</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_145">Page 145.</a> <i>’Tis Wine that inspires.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by Henry Lawes, in his Select Ayres, i. 32, -1653, entitled “The Excellency of Wine:” the author was -“<span class="smcap">Lord Broughall</span>” [query, Broghill?].</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_146">(Page, in original, 55.)</a> <i>Let the bells ring.</i></h4> - -<p>See Introduction to our <i>Westminster-Drollery</i> Reprint, -pp. xxxvii-viii. Although not printed in the first edition<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> -of his “Spanish Curate,” it is so entirely in the spirit of -<span class="smcap">John Fletcher</span> that we need not hesitate to assign it to -him: and he died in 1625.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_146">Page 146.</a> <i>Bring out the [c]old Chyne.</i></h4> - -<p>With music, by Dr. John Wilson, in John Playford’s -<i>Select Ayres</i>, 1659, p. 86, entitled Glee to the Cook. A -poem attributed to Thomas Flatman, 1655, begins, “A -Chine of Beef, God save us all!”</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_147">Page 147.</a> <i>In Love? away! you do me wrong.</i></h4> - -<p>Given, with music by Henry Lawes, in his <i>Select Ayres</i>, -Book iii. p. 5, 1669. The author of the words was Dr. -<span class="smcap">Henry Hughes</span>. We do not find the burden, “Come, -fill’s a Cup,” along with the music.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_149">(Page 65, orig.)</a> <i>He that a Tinker, a Tinker &c.</i></h4> - -<p>See <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, 52, and note on p. 289.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_149">Page 149</a>, line 8th, <i>Now that the Spring, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>This was written by <span class="smcap">Willm. Browne</span>, author of “Britannia’s -Pastorals,” and therefore dates before 1645. See -Additional Note, late in Part IV., on p. 296 of <i>M. D. C.</i></p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_149">Page 149.</a> <i>You Merry Poets, old boys.</i></h4> - -<p>Given, with music by John Hilton, in his <i>Catch that Catch -Can</i>, 1652, p. 7. Also in Walsh’s <i>Catch-Club</i>, ii. 13, No. -24.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_150">Page 150.</a> <i>Come, come away, to the Tavern, I say.</i></h4> - -<p>By Sir <span class="smcap">John Suckling</span>, in his unfinished tragedy “The -Sad One,” Act iv. sc. 4, where it is sung by Signior -Multecarni the Poet, and two of the actors; but without -the final couplet, which recalls to memory Francis’s rejoinder -in Henry IV., pt. i. Suckling was accustomed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> -introduce Shakesperian phrases into his plays, and we -believe these two lines are genuine. We find the Catch, -with music by John Hilton in that composer’s <i>Catch that -Catch Can</i>, 1652, p. 15. (Also in Playford’s <i>Musical -Companion</i>, 1673, p. 24.)</p> - -<p>Captain William Hicks has a dialogue of Two Parliamentary -Troopers, beginning with the same first line, in -<i>Oxford Drollery</i>, i. 21, 1671. Written before 1659, thus:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Come, come away, to the Tavern, I say,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Whilst we have time and leisure for to think;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I find our State lyes tottering of late,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And that e’re long we sha’n’t have time to drink.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then here’s a health to thee, to thee and me,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To me and thee, to thee and me, <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_151">Page 151.</a> <i>There was an Old Man at <span class="antiqua">Walton</span> Cross.</i></h4> - -<p>This should read “<i>Waltham</i> Cross.” By <span class="smcap">Richard -Brome</span>, in his comedy of “The Jovial Crew,” Act ii., -1641, wherein it is sung by Hearty, as “t’other old song -for that” [the uselessness of sighing for a lass]; to the -tune of “Taunton Dean,” (see Dodsley’s <i>Old Plays</i>, 1st -edit., 1744, vi. 333). With music by John Hilton, it is -given in J. H.’s <i>Catch that Catch Can</i>, 1652, p. 31. It is -also in Walsh’s <i>Catch Club</i> (about 1705) ii. 17, No. 43.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_151">Page 151.</a> <i>Come, let us cast dice, who shall drink.</i></h4> - -<p>In J. Hilton’s <i>Catch that Catch Can</i>, 1652, p. 55, with -music by William Lawes; and in John Playford’s <i>Musical -Companion</i>, 1673, p. 24.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_151">Page 151.</a> <i>Never let a man take heavily, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by William Lawes, in Hilton’s <i>Catch that -Catch Can</i>, 1652, p. 38.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_152">Page 152.</a> <i>Let’s cast away care, and merrily sing.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by William Lawes, in Hilton’s <i>Catch that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> -Catch Can</i>, 1652, p. 37. Wm. Chappell gives the words -of four lines, omitting fifth and sixth, to accompany the -music of Ben Jonson’s “Cock Lorrell,” in <i>Pop. Mus. of -O. T.</i>, 161 (where date of the <i>Antidote</i> is accidentally -misprinted 1651, for 1661).</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_152">Page 152.</a> <i>Hang sorrow, and cast away care.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by William Lawes, in Hilton’s <i>Catch that -Catch Can</i>, 1652, p. 39. The words alone in <i>Windsor -Drollery</i>, 140, 1672. Richard Climsall, or Climsell, has a -long ballad, entitled “Joy and Sorrow Mixt Together,” -which begins,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Hang Sorrow! let’s cast away care,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>for now I do mean to be merry;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Wee’l drink some good Ale and strong Beere,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With Sugar, and Clarret, and Sherry.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Now Ile have a wife of mine own:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>I shall have no need for to borrow;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I would have it for to be known</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>that I shall be married to morrow.</i></div> -<div class="verse">Here’s a health to my Bride that shall be!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">come, pledge it, you coon merry blades;</div> -<div class="verse">The day I much long for to see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">we will be as merry as the Maides.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Poor fellow! he soon changes his tune, after marriage, -although singing to the music of “Such a Rogue would -be hang’d,”—better known as “Old Sir Simon the King.” -Printed by John Wright the younger (1641-83), it survives -in the Roxburghe Collection, i. 172, and is reprinted -for the Bd. Soc., i. 515. As may be seen, it is totally -different from the Catch in Hilton’s volume and the <i>Antidote</i>; -which is also in <i>Oxford Drollery</i>, Pt. 3, p. 136, -there entitled “A Cup of Sack:—“<i>Hang Sorrow, cast</i>,” -&c.</p> - -<p>It there has two more verses:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Come Ladd, here’s a health to thy Love,</i> <span class="original-page">[p. 136.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Do thou drink another to mine,</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>I’le never be strange, for if thou wilt change</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>I’le barter my Lady for thine:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>She is as free, and willing to be</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To any thing I command,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I vow like a friend, I never intend</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To put a bad thing in thy hand:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then be as frollick and free</i> <span class="original-page">[p. 137.]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With her as thou woul’st with thine own,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But let her not lack good Claret and Sack,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To make her come off and come on.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Come drink, we cannot want Chink,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Observe how my pockets do gingle,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And he that takes his Liquor all off</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>I here do adopt him mine ningle:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then range a health to our King,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>I mean the King of <span class="antiqua">October</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For <span class="antiqua">Bacchus</span> is he that will not agree</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>A man should go to bed sober:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>’Tis wine, both neat and fine,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That is the faces adorning,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>No Doctor can cure, with his Physick more sure,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Than a Cup of small Beer in the morning.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">This shows how a great man’s gifts are undervalued. -Christopher Sly was truly wise (yet accounted a Sot and -even a Rogue, though “the Slys are no rogues: look in -the chronicles! We came in with Richard Conqueror!”) -when, with all the wealth and luxury of the Duke at command, -he demanded nothing so much as “a pot o’ the -smallest ale.” He had good need of it.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_152">Page 152.</a> <i>My Lady and her Maid, upon a merry pin.</i></h4> - -<p>This meets us earlier, in Hilton’s <i>Catch that Catch Can</i>, -1651, p. 64, with music by William Ellis. The missing -first verse reappears (if, indeed, not a later addition) in -<i>Oxford Drollery</i>, 1674, Part iii. p. 163, as “made at -Oxford many years since”:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>My Lady and her Maid</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Were late at Course-a-Park:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The wind blew out the candle, and</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>She went to bed in the dark,</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>My Lady, &c.</i> [as in <i>Antidote ag. Mel.</i>]</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It was popular before December, 1659; allusions to it are -in the <i>Rump</i>, 1662, i. 369; ii. 62, 97.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_153">Page 153.</a> <i>An old house end.</i></h4> - -<p>Also in <i>Windsor Drollery</i>, 1672, p. 30.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_153">Same p. 153.</a> <i>Wilt thou lend me thy Mare.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by Edmund Nelham, in John Hilton’s <i>Catch -that Catch can</i>, 1652, p. 78. The Answer, here beginning -“Your Mare is lame,” &c., we have not met elsewhere. -The Catch itself has always been a favourite. In a world -wherein, amid much neighbourly kindness, there is more -than a little of imposition, the sly cynicism of the verse -could not fail to please. Folks do not object to doing a -good turn, but dislike being deemed silly enough to have -been taken at a disadvantage. So we laugh at the Catch, -say something wise, and straightway let ourselves do -good-natured things again with a clear conscience.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_154">Page 154.</a> <i>Good <span class="antiqua">Symon</span>, how comes it, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by William Howes, in Hilton’s <i>Catch that -Catch can</i>, 1652, p. 84. Also in Walsh’s <i>Catch-Club</i>, ii. -77. We are told that the <i>Symon</i> here addressed, regarding -his Bardolphian nose, was worthy Symon Wadloe,—“Old -<i>Sym</i>, the King of Skinkers,” or Drawers. Possibly -some jocular allusion to the same reveller animates the -choice ditty (for which see the <i>Percy Folio MS.</i>, iv. 124, -and <i>Pills</i>, iii. 143),</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Old Sir <span class="antiqua">Simon</span> the King!</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With his ale-dropt hose,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And his malmesy nose,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Sing hey ding, ding a ding ding.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">We scarcely believe the ascription to be correct, and that -“Old Symon the King” originally referred to Simon -Wadloe, who kept the “Devil and St. Dunstan” Tavern, -whereat Ben Jonson and his comrades held their meetings -as The Apollo Club; for which the <i>Leges Conviviales</i> -were written. Seeing that Wadloe died in 1626, or -’27, and there being a clear trace of “Old Simon the -King” in 1575, in Laneham’s <i>Kenilworth Letter</i> (Reprinted -for Ballad Society, 1871, p. cxxxi.), the song appears -of too early a date to suit the theory. <i>Tant pis -pour les faits.</i> But consult Chappell’s <i>Pop. Mus.</i>, 263-5, -776-7.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_154">Same p. 154.</a> <i>Wilt thou be fatt? &c.</i></h4> - -<p>In 1865 (see his <i>Bibliog. Account</i>, i. 25), J. P. Collier -drew attention to the mention of Falstaff’s name in this -Catch; also to the other <i>Shakesperiana</i>, viz., the complete -song of “Jog on, jog on the footpath way,” (<a href="#Page_156">p. 156</a>), and -the burden of “Three merry boys,” to “The Wise-men -were but Seven” (<i>M. D. C.</i>, p. 232), which is connected -with Sir Toby Belch’s joviality in <i>Twelfth Night</i>, Act ii. 3.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_155">Page 155.</a> <i>Of all the birds that ever I see.</i></h4> - -<p>With the music, in Chappell’s <i>Pop. Mus. O. T.</i>, p. 75. -This favourite of our own day dates back so early, at -least, as 1609, when it appeared in (Thomas Ravenscroft’s?) -<i>Deuteromelia; or, the Second Part of Musick’s -Melodie, &c.</i>, p. 7. We therein find (what has dropped -out, to the damage of our <i>Antidote</i> version), as the final -couplet:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Sinamont and ginger, nutmegs and cloves,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And that gave me my jolly red nose.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Of course, it was the spice deserved blame, not the liquor -(as Sam Weller observed, on a similar occasion, “Somehow -it always <i>is</i> the salmon”). Those who remember -(at the Johnson in Fleet Street, or among the Harmonist -Society of Edinburgh) the suggestive lingering over the -first syllable of the word “gin-ger,” when “this song is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> -well sung,” cannot willingly relinquish the half-line. It -is a genuine relic, for it also occurs in Beaumont and -Fletcher’s “Knight of the Burning Pestle,” about 1613, -Act i. sc. 3; where chirping Old Merrythought, “who -sings with never a penny in his purse,” gives it thus, -while “singing and hoiting” [i.e., skipping]:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Nose, nose, jolly red nose,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And who gave thee this jolly red nose?</i></div> -<div class="verse">Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>And they gave me this jolly red nose</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">And we know, by <i>A Booke of Merrie Riddles</i>, 1630, and -1631, that it was much sung:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">—<i>then Ale-Knights should</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To sing this song not be so bold,</i></div> -<div class="verse">Nutmegs, Ginger, Cinamon and Cloves,</div> -<div class="verse">They gave us this jolly red nose.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4><a href="#Page_155">Same p. 155.</a> <i>This Ale, my bonny lads, &c.</i></h4> - -<p>Like Nos. 4, 21, 24, 31, &c., not yet found elsewhere.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_156">Page 156.</a> <i>What! are we met? Come. &c.</i></h4> - -<p>With music by Thomas Holmes, in Hilton’s <i>Catch that -Catch can</i>, 1652, p. 46.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_156">Same p. 156.</a> <i>Jog on, jog on the foot path-way.</i></h4> - -<p>The four earliest lines of this ditty are sung by Autolycus -the Pedlar, and “picker up of unconsidered trifles,” in -Shakespeare’s <i>Winter’s Tale</i> (about 1610), Act iv. sc. -2. Whether the latter portion of the song was also by -him (nay, more, whether he actually wrote, or merely -quoted even the four opening lines), cannot be determined. -We prefer to believe that from his hand alone came the -fragment, at least—this lively snatch of melody, with -good philosophy, such as the Ascetics reject, to their own -damage. No wrong is done in accepting the remainder -of the song as genuine. The final verse is orthodox,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> -according to the Autolycusian rule of faith. It is in -<i>Windsor Drollery</i>, p. 30; and our Introduction to <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, -p. xxxv.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_157">Page 157.</a> <i>The parcht earth drinks</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>Compare, with this lame paraphrase of Anacreon’s racy -Ode, the more poetic version by Abraham Cowley, printed -in <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, p. 22 (not in 1661 ed. <i>Merry -D.</i>) All of Cowley’s Anacreontiques are graceful and -melodious. He and Thomas Stanley fully entered into -the spirit of them, <i>arcades ambo</i>.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_157">Same p. 157.</a> <i>A Man of Wales</i>, &c.</h4> - -<p>We meet this, six years earlier, in <i>Wits Interpreter</i>, 1655 -edit., p. 285; 1671, p. 290. Our text is the superior.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_158">Page 158.</a> <i>Drink, drink, all you that think.</i></h4> - -<p>Also found in <i>Wit and Mirth</i>, 1684, p. 113.</p> - -<h4><a href="#Page_159">Page 159.</a> <i>Welcome, welcome, again to thy wits.</i></h4> - -<p>By <span class="smcap">James Shirley</span>, (1590-1666) in his comedy, “The -Example,” 1637, Act v. sc. 3, where it is the Song of Sir -Solitary Plot and Lady Plot. Repeated in the <i>Academy -of Complements</i>, 1670, p. 209. Until after that date, for -nearly a century, almost all the best songs had been -written for stage plays. It forms an appropriate finale, -from the last Dramatist of the old school, to the Restoration -merriment, the <i>Antidote against Melancholy</i>, of 1661.</p> - -<p>In one of the later “Sessions of the Poets” (<a href="#APPENDIX_4_2"><i>vide postea</i> -Part 4, § 2</a>)—probably, of 1664-5,—Shirley is referred to, -ungenerously. He was then aged nearly seventy:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Old <span class="antiqua">Shirley</span> stood up, and made an Excuse,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Because many Men before him had got;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He vow’d he had switch’d and spur-gall’d his Muse,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>But still the dull Jade kept to her old trot.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">He is also mentioned, with more reverence implied, by -George Daniel of Beswick; and we may well conclude -this second part of our Appendix with the final verses -from the Beswick MS. (1636-53); insomuch as many -Poets are therein mentioned, to whom we return in Section -Fourth:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The noble <span class="antiqua">Overburies</span> Quill has left</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">verse 20</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A better Wife then he could ever find:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I will not search too deep, lest I should lift</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Dust from the dead: Strange power, of womankind,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>To raise and ruine; for all he will claime,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>As from that sex; his Birth, his Death, his Fame.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But I spin out too long: let me draw up</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>My thred, to honour names, of my owne time</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Without their Eulogies, for it may stop</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With Circumstantiall Termes, a wearie Rhime:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Suffice it if I name ’em; that for me</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Shall stand, not to refuse their Eulogie.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The noble <span class="antiqua">Falkland</span>, <span class="antiqua">Digbie</span>, <span class="antiqua">Carew</span>, <span class="antiqua">Maine</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Beaumond</span>, <span class="antiqua">Sands</span>, <span class="antiqua">Randolph</span>, <span class="antiqua">Allen</span>, <span class="antiqua">Rutter</span>, <span class="antiqua">May</span>,</i><a name="FNanchor_13" id="FNanchor_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The devine <span class="antiqua">Herbert</span>, and the <span class="antiqua">Fletchers</span> twaine</i>,</div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Habinton</span>, <span class="antiqua">Shirley</span>, <span class="antiqua">Stapilton</span>; I stay</i> <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">N.B.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Too much on names; yet may I not forget</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i><span class="antiqua">Davenant</span>, and <span class="antiqua">Suckling</span>, eminent in witt.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Waller</span>, not wants, the glory of his verse;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And meets, a noble praise in every line;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>What should I adde in honour? to reherse,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Admired <span class="antiqua">Cleveland</span>? by a verse of mine?</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Or give ye glorious Muse of <span class="antiqua">Denham</span> praise?</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Soe withering Brambles stand, to liveing Bayes.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>These may suffice; not only to advance</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Our <span class="antiqua">English</span> honour, but for ever crowne</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Poesie, ’bove the reach of Ignorance;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Our dull fooles unmov’d, admire their owne</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Stupiditie; and all beyond their sphere</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>As Madnes, and but tingling in the Eare.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">[Final Verse.]</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Great Flame! whose raies at once have power to peirce</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The frosted skull of Ignorance, and close</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The mouth of Envie; if I bring a verse</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Unapt to move; my admiration flowes</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With humble Love and Zeale in the intent</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>To a cleare Rapture, from the Argument.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(G. D.’s “<i>A Vindication of Poesie</i>.”)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center mt3">End of Notes to <i>Antidote</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 id="APPENDIX_3">APPENDIX. <span class="smcap">Part 3.</span></h3> - -<h4>§ 1.—EXTRA SONGS IN THE -WESTMINSTER-DROLLERY, 1674.</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A living Drollery!” (Shakespeare’s <i>Tempest</i>, Act iii. sc. 3.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Before concluding our present series, <i>The -Drolleries of the Restoration</i>, we have gladly -given in this volume the fourteen pages of Extra Songs -contained in the 1674 edition of <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, -Part 1st. Sometimes reported as amounting to -“nearly forty” (but, perhaps, this statement referred -to the Second Part inclusive), it is satisfactory to have -joined these six to their predecessors; especially insomuch -that our readers do not, like the original purchasers, -have to pay such a heavy price as losing an -equal number of pages filled with far superior songs. -For, the 1671 Part First contained exactly 124 pages, -and the 1674 edition has precisely the same number, -neither more nor less. The omissions are not immediately -consecutive, (as are the additions, which are -gathered in one group in the final sheet, pp. 111-124.) -They were selected, with unwise discrimination, -throughout the volume. Not fourteen pages of objectionable -and relinquishable <i>facetiæ</i>; but ten songs,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> -from among the choicest of the poems. Our own -readers are in better case, therefore: they gain the -additions, without yielding any treasures of verse in -exchange.</p> - -<p>We add a list of what are thus relinquished from the -1674 edition, noting the pages of our <i>Westm. D.</i> on which -they are to be found:—</p> - -<table summary="Verses omitted from the 1674 edition"> - <tr> - <td>P.</td> - <td class="tdr">5.</td> - <td>Wm. Wycherley’s, <i>A Wife I do hate</i></td> - <td class="tdr">1671</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">10.</td> - <td>Dryden’s, <i>Phillis <span class="antiqua">Unkind</span>: Wherever I am</i></td> - <td class="tdr">do.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">15.</td> - <td>Unknown, <i>O you powerful gods</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">? do.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">28.</td> - <td>T. Shadwell’s, <i>Thus all our life long</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">1669</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">30.</td> - <td>Dryden’s, Cellamina, <i>of my heart</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">1671</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">31.</td> - <td>Ditto, <i>Beneath a myrtle shade</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">do.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">116.</td> - <td>Ditto, Ditto (almost duplicate),</td> - <td class="tdr">do.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">47.</td> - <td>Ditto, <i>Make ready, fair Lady</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">1668</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">—.</td> - <td>Etherege’s, <i>To little or no purpose</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">do.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">91.</td> - <td>T. Carew’s, <i>O my dearest, I shall</i>, &c.,</td> - <td class="tdr">bef. 1638</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>—</td> - <td class="tdr">100.</td> - <td>Ditto, or Cary’s, <i>Farewell, fair Saint</i>,</td> - <td class="tdr">bef. 1652</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p>Thus we see that most of these were quite new when -the <i>Westminster-Drollery</i> first printed them (in four cases, -at least, before the plays had appeared as books): they -were rejected three years later for fresh novelties. But -the removal of Carew’s tender poems was a worse offence -against taste.</p> - -<p>Except the odd Quakers’ Madrigall of “Wickham -Wakened” (on p. 120; our <a href="#Page_188">p. 188</a>), which is not improbably -by Joe Haynes, we believe the whole of the other five -new songs of 1674 came from one work. We are unable -at once to state the name and author of the drama in -which they occur. The five are given (severely mutilated, -in two instances) in <i>Wit at a Venture; or, <span class="antiqua">Clio’s</span> Privy-Garden</i>, -of the same date, 1674. Here, also, they form a -group, pp. 33-42; with a few others that probably belong -to the same play, viz., “Too weak are human eyes to -pry;” “Oh that I ne’er had known the power of Love;” -“Must I be silent? no, and yet forbear;” “Cease, wandering -thought, and let her brain” (this is Shirley’s, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> -the “Triumph of Beauty,” 1645); “How the vain world -ambitiously aspires;” “Heaven guard my fair <i>Dorinda</i>:” -and, perhaps, “Rise, golden Fame, and give thy name or -birth.” Titles are added to most of these.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_179">Page 179.</a> <i>So wretched are the sick of Love</i>, is, on p. -37 of <i>Wit at a Venture</i>, entitled Distempered Love. The -third verse is omitted.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_181">Page 181.</a> <i>To Arms! To Arms! &c.</i>, on p. 39, entitled -The Souldier’s Song; 13th line reads “Where <i>we</i> -must try.”</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_182">Page 182.</a> <i>Beauty that it self can kill</i>, on p. 35; -reading, in 20th line, “When the fame and virtue falls || -Careless courage,” &c.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_183">Page 183.</a> <i>The young, the fair, &c.</i>, on p. 33, is entitled -<i>The Murdered Enemy</i>; reading <i>Clarissa</i> for <i>Camilla</i>; -and giving lines 17th and 19th, “Her beauties” -and “Fierce Lions,” &c. Line 23rd is “And not to -check it in the least.”</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_184">Page 184.</a> <i>How frailty makes us to our wrong.</i></h5> - -<p>Called A Moral Song in <i>Wit at a Venture</i>, p. 41, which -rightly reads “grovel,” not “gravel,” in line 6; but -omits third verse, and all the Chorus.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_188">Page 188.</a> <i>The Quaker and his Brats.</i></h5> - -<p>We have not seen this elsewhere. Attributed to “the -famous actor, <span class="smcap">Joseph Haines</span>,” or “Joe Haynes,”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Who, while alive, in playing took great pains,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Performing all his acts with curious art,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Till Death appear’d, and smote him with his dart.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">His portrait, as when riding on a Jack-ass, in 1697, is -extant. He died 4th April, 1701, and was mourned by -the Smithfield muses.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4>§ 2.—ADDITIONAL NOTES<br /> -To the 1671-72 Editions of<br /> -WESTMINSTER-DROLLERY.</h4> - -<h5>Page 81. <i>Is she gone? let her go.</i></h5> - -<p>This is a parody or mock on a black-letter ballad in the -Roxburghe Collection, ii. 102, entitled “The Deluded -Lasses Lamentation: or, the False Youth’s Unkindness -to his Beloved Mistress.” Its own tune. Printed for P. -Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Black. In four-line -verses, beginning:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Is she gone? let her go, I do not care,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Though she has a dainty thing, I had my share:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>She has more land than I by one whole Acre,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I have plowed in her field, who will may take her.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Part I., p. 105. <i>Hic jacet, <span class="antiqua">John Shorthose</span>.</i></h5> - -<p>The music to this is in Jn. Playford’s <i>Musical Companion</i>, -1673, p. 34 (as also to “Here lyes a woman,” &c. See -Appendix to <i>Westm. Droll</i>., p. lviii).</p> - -<h5>Part I., p. 106. <i>There is not half so warm, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>See <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, 1656, <a href="#Page_61">p. 61, <i>ante</i></a>; and <a href="#Page_293">p. 293</a>, for -note correcting “daily” to “dully” in ninth line.</p> - -<h5>Part II., p. 74 (App. p. lv.) <i>As <span class="antiqua">Moss</span> caught his Mare.</i></h5> - -<p>Not having had space at command, when giving a short -Addit. Note on p. 408 of <i>M. D. C.</i>, we now add a nursery -rhyme (we should gladly have given another, which mentions -catching the mare “Napping up a tree”). Perhaps -the following may be the song reported as being sung in -South Devon:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Moss</span> was a little man, and a little mare did buy,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But one night she strayed away—so <span class="antiqua">Moss</span> lost his Mare.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Moss</span> got up next morning to catch her fast asleep,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>So I’ll tell you by and bye, how <span class="antiqua">Moss</span> caught his mare.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Arise you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For I must ride you to the town, so don’t lie sleeping there,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He put the halter round her neck—so <span class="antiqua">Moss</span> caught his mare.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">As that prematurely wise young sceptic Paul Dombey -declared, when a modern-antique Legend was proffered -to him, “I don’t believe that story!” It is frightfully -devoid of <i>ærugo</i>, even of <i>æruca</i>. It may do for South -Devon, and for Aylesbury farmers over their “beer and -bacca,” but not for us. The true Mosse found his genuine -mare veritably “napping” (not dead), up a real tree.</p> - -<p>In John Taylor’s “<i>A Swarme of Sectaries and Schismatiqves</i>,” -1641, his motto is (concerning Sam Howe -lecturing from a tub),</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Cobler preaches and his Audience are</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As wise as <span class="antiqua">Mosse</span> was, when he caught his Mare.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Part II., page 89. <i>Cheer up, my mates, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>(See Appendix to <i>Westm. Droll</i>., p. lxii.) The author of -this frollicsome ditty was no other than <span class="smcap">Abraham Cowley</span> -(1618-67), dear to all who know his choice “Essays -in Prose and Verse,” his unlaboured letters, the best of his -smaller poems, or the story of his stainless life and gentleness. -It is that noble thinker and poet, Walter Savage -Landor, who writes, and in his finest mood:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent7"><i>Time has been</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>When <span class="antiqua">Cowley</span> shone near <span class="antiqua">Milton</span>, nay, above!</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>An age roll’d on before a keener sight</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Could separate and see them far apart.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Hellenics</i>, edit. 1859, p. 258.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Yet while we yield unquestioningly the higher rank as -Poet to John Milton, we hold the generous nature of -his rival, Cowley, in more loving regard. He was not of -the massive build in mind, or stern unflinching resolution -needed for such times as those wherein his lot was cast. -When the weakest goes to the wall, amid universal disturbance -and selfish warring for supremacy, his was not -the strong arm to beat back encroachment. Gentle, -affectionate, and truthful, exceptionally pure and single-minded, -although living as Queen Henrietta’s secretary -in her French Court, where impurity of thought and -lightness of conduct were scarcely visited with censure, -the uncongenial scenes and company around him help to -enhance the charm of his mild disposition. Heartless -wits might lampoon him, stealthy foes defame him, lest he -should gain one favour or reward that they were hankering -after. To us he remains the lover of the “Old Patrician -trees,” the friend of Crashaw and of Evelyn, the -writer of the most delightful essays and familiar letters: -alas! too few.</p> - -<p>The “Song” in <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, ii. 89, set by -Pelham Humphrey, is the opening verse of Cowley’s -“<span class="smcap">Ode</span>: Sitting and Drinking in the Chair made out of -the Reliques of Sir Francis Drake’s Ship.” [The chair -was presented to the University Library, Oxford.]</p> - -<p>Corrections: <i>dull men</i> are those <i>who</i> tarry; and spy -<i>too</i>. Three verses follow. Of these we add the earliest, -leaving uncopied the others, of 21 and 18 lines. They -are to be found on p. 9 of Cowley’s “Verses written on -Several Occasions,” folio ed., 1668. The idea of the -shipwreck “in the wide Sea of Drink” had been early -welcomed by him, and treated largely, Feb. 1638-9, in his -<i>Naufragium Joculare</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>What do I mean: What thoughts do me misguide?</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As well upon a staff may Witches ride</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Their fancy’d Journies in the Ayr,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As I sail round the Ocean in this Chair:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>’Tis true; but yet this Chair which here you see,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For all its quiet now and gravitie,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Has wandred, and has travail’d more</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Than ever Beast, or Fish, or Bird, or ever Tree before.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>In every Ayr, and every Sea ’t has been,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>’T has compos’d all the Earth, and all the Heavens ’t has seen.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Let not the Pope’s it self with this compare,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>This is the only Universal Chair.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It must have been written before 1661, as it appears -among the “<i>Choyce Poems, being Songs, Sonnets, &c.</i>”, -printed for Henry Brome, (who ten years afterwards published -<i>Westm. Droll.</i>) at the Gun in Ivie Lane, in that -year. It is in the additional opening sheet, p. 13; not -found in the 1658 editions of <i>Choyce Poems</i>.</p> - -<h5><i>Westminster-Drollery</i> Appendix, p. liv. “<i>The Green -Gown</i>,” Pan, <i>leave piping, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Under the title “The Fetching Home of May,” we -meet an early ballad-form copy in the Roxburghe Collection, -i. 535, printed for J. Wright, junior, dwelling at -the upper end of the Old Bailey. It begins “Now <i>Pan</i> -leaves piping,” and is in two parts, each containing five -verses. Three of these are not represented in the <i>Antidote</i> -of 1661. Wm. Chappell, the safest of all guides in -such matters, notes that “the publisher [of the broadside] -flourished in and after 1635. No clue remains to the -authorship.” (<i>Bd. Soc.</i> reprint, iii. 311, 1875.)</p> - -<p>As in the case of the companion-ditty, “Come, Lasses -and Lads” (<i>Westm. Droll.</i>, ii. 80), we may feel satisfied -that this lively song was written before the year 1642. -No hint of the Puritanic suppression of Maypoles can be -discerned in either of them. Such sports were soon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span> -afterwards prohibited, and if ballads celebrating their -past delights had then been newly written, the author -must have yielded to the temptation to gird at the hypocrites -and despots who desolated each village green. We -cannot regard the <i>Roxburghe Ballad</i> as being superior to -the <i>Antidote</i> version: But they mutually help one another -in corrections. We note the chief: first verse, So lively <i>it</i> -passes; <i>Good lack</i>, what paines; 2, <i>Thus</i> they so much; -3 (our 4), Came very <i>lazily</i>. It is after the five verses -that differences are greatest. Our 6th verse is absent, -and our 7th appears as the 8th; with new 6th, 7th, -9th, and 10th, which we here give, but print them to -match our others:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">THE FETCHING HOME OF MAY.</p> -<p class="center">(<i>The Second Part.</i>)</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">This Maying so pleased || Most of the fine lasses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That they much desired to fetch in May flowers,</div> -<div class="verse">For to strew the windows and such like places,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Besides they’l have May bows, fit for shady bowers.</div> -<div class="verse">But most of all they goe || To find where Love doth growe,</div> -<div class="verse">Each young man knowes ’tis so, || Else hee’s a clowne:</div> -<div class="verse">For ’tis an old saying, || “There is great joying,</div> -<div class="verse">When maids go a Maying,” || <i>They’ll have a greene gowne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">Maidens and young men goe, || As ’tis an order old,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to drink merrily and eat spiced cakes;</div> -<div class="verse">The lads and the lasses their customs wil hold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For they wil goe walk i’ th’ fields, like loving mates:</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Em</i> calls for <i>Mary</i>, || And <i>Ruth</i> calls for <i>Sarah</i>,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Iddy</i> calls for <i>Har[r]y</i> || To man them along:</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Martin</i> calls <i>Marcy</i>, || <i>Dick</i> calls for <i>Debary</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Then they goe lovingly || <i>All in a throng</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8. (<i>Westm. Droll.</i>, 7.)</div> -<div class="verse">The bright <i>Apollo</i> || Was all the while peeping</div> -<div class="verse">To see if his <i>Daphne</i> had bin in the throng,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And, missing her, hastily downward was creeping,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For [<i>Thetis</i>] imagined [he] they tarri’d too long.</div> -<div class="verse">Then all the troope mourned || And homeward returned,</div> -<div class="verse">For <i>Cynthia</i> scorned || To smile or to frowne:</div> -<div class="verse">Thus did they gather May || All the long summer’s day,</div> -<div class="verse">And went at night away, || <i>With a green gowne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">Bright <i>Venus</i> still glisters, Out-shining of <i>Luna</i>;</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Saturne</i> was present, as right did require;</div> -<div class="verse">And he called <i>Jupiter</i> with his Queen <i>Juno</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To see how Dame <i>Venus</i> did burn in desire:</div> -<div class="verse">Now <i>Jove</i> sent <i>Mercury</i> || To <i>Vulcan</i> hastily,</div> -<div class="verse">Because he should descry [decoy] Dame <i>Venus</i> down:</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Vulkan</i> came running, On <i>Mars</i> he stood frowning,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet for all his cunning, || <i>Venus had a greene gowne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">10.</div> -<div class="verse">Cupid shootes arrowes At <i>Venus</i> her darlings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For they are nearest unto him by kind:</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Diana</i> he hits not, nor can he pierce worldlings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For they have strong armour his darts to defend:</div> -<div class="verse">The one hath chastity, And <i>Cupid</i> doth defie;</div> -<div class="verse">The others cruelty || makes him a clowne:</div> -<div class="verse">But leaving this I see, From <i>Cupid</i> few are free,</div> -<div class="verse">And ther’s much courtesie <i>In a greene gowne</i>.</div> -</div> -<p class="center">FINIS.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p>We have a firm conviction that these verses (not including -“The bright Apollo”) were unauthorized additions -by an inferior hand, of a mere ballad-monger. We -hold by the <i>Antidote</i>.</p> - -<h5>Part II., 100, Appendix, p. lxviii.</h5> - -<p>Here is the old -ballad mentioned, from our own black-letter copy. Compare -it with <i>W. D.</i>:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="center larger">The Devonshire Damsels’ -Frollick.</p> - -<p>Being an Account of nine or ten fair Maidens, who went -one Evening lately, to wash themselves in a pleasant -River, where they were discovered by several Young -Men being their familiar Acquaintances, who took away -their Gowns and Petticoats, with their Smocks and Wine -and good Chear; leaving them a while in a most melancholly -condition.</p> - -<p>To a pleasant New Play-house Tune [music is given]: -Or, Where’s my Shepherd?</p> - -<p>This may be Printed. R[obt]. P[ocock, 1685-8].</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Tom</span> and <span class="antiqua">William</span> with <span class="antiqua">Ned</span> and <span class="antiqua">Ben</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>In all they were about nine or ten;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Near a trickling River endeavour to see</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>a most delicate sight for men;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Nine young maidens they knew it full well,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Sarah</span>, <span class="antiqua">Susan</span>, with bonny <span class="antiqua">Nell</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>and all those others whose names are not here,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>intended to wash in a River clear.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Simon</span> gave out the report</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>the rest resolving to see the sport[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Young freely repairing declaring</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>that this is the humours of <span class="antiqua">Venus</span> Court[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>In a Bower those Gallants remaine</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>seeing the Maidens trip o’re the plain[:]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They thought no Body did know their intent</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>as merrily over the Fields they went.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Nell</span> a Bottle of Wine did bring</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>with many a delicate dainty thing[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Their Fainting Spirits to nourish and cherish</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>when they had been dabbling in the Spring[:]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They supposing no Creature did know</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>to the River they merrily goe,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>When they came thither and seeing none near[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Then under the bushes they hid their chear.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then they stripping of all their Cloaths</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>their Gowns their Petticoats Shooes & Hose[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Their fine white smickits then stripping & skipping[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>no Body seeing them they suppose[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Sarah</span> enter’d the River so clear</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>and bid them follow they need not fear[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For why the Water is warm they replyed[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>then into the River they sweetly glide.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Finely bathing themselves they lay</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>like pretty Fishes they sport and play[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then let’s be merry[,] said <span class="antiqua">Nancy</span>, I fancy,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>it’s seldom that any one walks this way[.]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thus those Females were all in a Quill</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>and following on their Pastime still[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>All naked in a most dainty trim</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>those Maidens like beautifull Swans did swim.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Whilst they followed on their Game[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>out came sweet <span class="antiqua">William</span> and <span class="antiqua">Tom</span> by name.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They took all their Clothing and left nothing [t’ ’em:]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Maids was they not Villains and much to blame[?]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Likewise taking their Bottle of Wine[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>with all their delicate Dainties fine[:]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thus they were rifled of all their store,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>was ever poor Maidens so serv’d before.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>From the River those Maidens fair</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Return’d with sorrow and deep despair[;]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>When they seeing, brooding[,] concluding</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>that somebody certainly had been there[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With all their Treasure away they run[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Alas[!] said <span class="antiqua">Nelle</span>[,] we are undone,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Those Villains I wish they were in the Stocks,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>that took our Petticoats Gowns and Smocks.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Then Sweet <span class="antiqua">Sarah</span> with modest <span class="antiqua">Prue</span></i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>they all was in a most fearful Hue[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Every Maiden replying and crying</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>they did not know what in the world to do[.]</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>But what laughing was there with the men</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>in bringing their Gowns and Smocks again[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Maidens were modest & mighty mute[,]</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>and gave them fine curtsies and thanks to boot.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye Corner -[1672-95.]</p> - -</div> - -<h5>Part II., pp. 120, 123 (App. p. lxxii.)</h5> - -<p><i>O Love if e’er, -&c.</i> There is a parody or “Mock” to this, beginning -“O <i>Mars</i>, if e’er thoult ease a blade,” and entitled “The -Martial Lad,” in Wm. Hicks’ <i>London Drollery</i>, 1673, p. -116.</p> - -<p class="center mt3">End of Notes to <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h3 id="APPENDIX_4">APPENDIX. <span class="smcap">Part 4.</span></h3> - -<h4 id="APPENDIX_4_1">§ 1.—EXTRA SONGS IN THE -MERRY DROLLERY, 1661.</h4> - -<p class="center">(<i>Not repeated in the 1670 and 1691 Editions.</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Falstaff.</i>—“If Sack and Sugar be a fault, Heaven help the wicked.”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Henry</i> IV., Pt. 1, Act ii. Sc. 4.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Collections of Songs, depending chiefly on -the popularity of such as are already in vogue, -or of others that promise fairly to please the reader, -are necessarily of all books the most liable to receive -alterations when re-issued. Thus we ourselves possess -half-a-dozen editions of <i>the Roundelay</i>, and also of the -<i>Bullfinch</i>, both undated eighteenth-century songsters; -each copy containing a dozen or more of Songs not to be -found in the others. Our <i>Merry Drollery</i> is a case in -point. As already mentioned, there is absolutely no -difference between the edition of 1670 and 1691 of -<i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, except the title-page. It -was a well-understood trade stratagem, to re-issue the -unsold sheets, those of 1670, with a freshly-dated title-page, -as in 1691; so to catch the seekers after novelty -by their most tempting lure. Even the two pages of -“List of New Books” (reprinted conscientiously by -ourselves in <i>M. D., C.</i>, pp. 358, 359) are identical in -both!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span></p> - -<p>We take credit beforehand for the readers’ satisfaction -at our providing such a <i>Table of First Lines</i>, as we -hereafter give, that may enable him easily and convincedly -to understand the alterations made from the -1661 edition of <i>Merry Drollery</i>, both parts, when it -was re-issued in a single volume, paged consecutively, -in 1670 and 1691. It is more difficult to understand -<i>why</i> the changes were made, than thus to see what -they were. 1. It could not have been from modesty: -although some objectionable pieces were omitted, -others, quite as open to censure, were newly admitted -instead. 2. Scarcely could it have been that as -political satires they were out of date (except in the -case of the Triumph over The Gang—England’s Woe—and -Admiral Dean’s Funeral: our pp. <a href="#Page_198">198</a>, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, -<a href="#Page_206">206</a>); for in the later volume are found other songs -on events contemporary with these, which, being -rightly considered to be of abiding interest, were retained. -3. It was not that the songs rejected were -too common, and easily attainable; for they are almost -all of extreme rarity, and now-a-days not procurable -elsewhere. 4. It must have been a whim that ostracised -them, and accepted novelties instead! At any -rate, here they are! As in the case of the sheet from -<i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, 1674 (<a href="#Page_177">see p. 177</a>), readers possess -the Extra Songs of both early and late editions, -along with all that are common to both, and this without -confusion.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span></p> - -<p>Almost all of these <i>Merry Drollery</i> Extra Songs -were written before the Restoration; of a few we know -the precise date, as of 1653, 1650, 1623, &c. These -are chiefly on political events, viz. the Funeral of -Admiral Dean, so blithely commented on, with forgetfulness -of the man’s courage and skill while remembering -him only as an associate of rebels; the story of -England’s Woe (certainly published before the close -of 1648), with scorn against the cant of Prynne and -Burton; the noisy, insensate revel of the song on the -Goldsmith’s Committee (1647, <a href="#Page_237">p. 237</a>), where we can -see in the singers such unruly cavaliers as those who -brought discredit and ruin; as also in the coarser -“Letany” (on our <a href="#Page_241">page 241</a>); and in the still earlier -description of New England (before 1643), which -forms a most important addition to the already rich -material gathered from these contemporary records, -shewing the views entertained of the nonconforming -and irreconcileable zealots who held close connection -with the discontented Dutchmen. Although caricatured -and maliciously derisive, it is impossible to -doubt that we have here a group of portraits sufficiently -life-like to satisfy those who beheld the originals. -As to the miscellaneous pieces, the Sham-Tinker, -who comes to “Clout the Cauldron,” has -genuine mirth to redeem the naughtiness. Dr. Corbet’s(?) -“Merrie Journey into France” is crammed -full of pleasantry, and while giving a record of sights<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> -that met the traveller, enlivens it with airy gaiety -that makes us willing companions. This, with variations, -may be met with elsewhere in print; but not so -the delightfully sportive invitation of The Insatiate -Lover to his Sweetheart, “Come hither, my own -Sweet Duck” (<a href="#Page_247">p. 247</a>). To us it appears among the -best of these thirty-five additions: musical and fervent, -without coarseness, the song of an ardent lover, -who fears nothing, and is ripe for any adventure that -war may offer. One of Rupert’s reckless Cavaliers -may have sung this to his Mistress. Of course it -would be unfair to blame him for not being awake to -the higher beauty of such a sentiment as Montrose -felt and inspired:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But if thou wilt prove faithful, then,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And constant of thy word,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll make thee glorious by my pen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And famous by my sword:</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll serve thee in such noble ways</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was never heard before;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll crown and deck thee all with bays,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And love thee more and more.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Or, as Lovelace nobly sings:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That from the nunnerie</div> -<div class="verse">Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To warre and armes I flie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">True: a new Mistresse now I chase,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The first foe in the field;</div> -<div class="verse">And with a stronger faith embrace</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A sword, a horse, a shield.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet this inconstancy is such</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As you too shall adore;</div> -<div class="verse">I could not love thee, dear, so much,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lov’d I not Honour more.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>C’est magnifique! mais ce n’est pas—L’amour.</i> At -least, and we imply no more, Lovelace and those who -act on such high principles, find their <i>Lux Casta</i> -marrying some neighbouring rival. But we may be -sure that the singer of our <i>Merry Drollery</i> ditty won -<i>his</i> Lass, literally in a canter.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_195">Part I., p. 2 [our p. 195.]</a> <i>A Puritan of late.</i></h5> - -<p>Compare John Cleveland’s “Zealous Discourse between -the Independent-Parson and Tabitha,” “Hail Sister,” -&c. (<i>J. C. Revived</i>, 1662, p. 108); and also the superior -piece of humour, beginning, “I came unto a Puritan to -wooe,” <i>M. D., C.</i>, p. 77. The following description of -the earlier sort of Precisian, ridiculous but not yet dangerous, -is by Richard Brathwaite, and was printed in -1615:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><i>To the Precisian.</i></p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>For the Precisian that dares hardly looke,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>(Because th’ art pure, forsooth) on any booke,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Save Homilies, and such as tend to th’ good</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of thee and of thy zealous brother-hood:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Know my Time-noting lines ayme not at thee,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For thou art too too curious for mee.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I will not taxe that man that’s wont to slay</i></div> -<div class="verse">“His Cat for killing mise on th’ Sabbath day:[”]</div> -<div class="verse"><i>No; know my resolution it is thus,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I’de rather be thy foe then be thy pus:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And more should I gaine by’t: for I see,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The daily fruits of thy fraternity:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yea, I perceiue why thou my booke should shun,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>“Because there’s many faultes th’ art guiltie on:”</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Therefore with-drawe, by me thou art not call’d,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet do not winch (good iade) when thou art gall’d,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I to the better sort my lines display,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I pray thee then keep thou thy selfe away.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>A Strappado for the Diuell</i>, 1615.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The sixth line offers another illustration of what has been -ably demonstrated by J. O. Halliwell, commenting on -the “<i>too-too</i> solid flesh” of <i>Hamlet</i>, Act i. sc. 2, in Shakespeare -Soc. Papers, i. 39-43, 1844.</p> - -<p>By it being printed within double quotational commas, -we see that the reference to a Puritan hanging his cat on -a Monday, for having profanely caught a mouse on the -Sabbath-Sunday, was already an old and familiar joke -in 1615. James Hogg garbled a ballad in his <i>Jacobite -Relics</i>, 1819, i. 37, as “<i>There was a <span class="antiqua">Cameronian</span> Cat, -Was hunting for a prey</i>,” &c., but we have a printed copy -of it, dated 1749, beginning “<i>A <span class="antiqua">Presbyterian</span> Cat sat -watching of her prey</i>.” Also, in a poem “On Lute-strings, -Cat-eaten,” we read:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Puss, I will curse thee, maist thou dwell</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With some dry Hermit in a Cel,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Where Rat ne’re peep’d, where Mouse ne’er fed,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And Flies go supperlesse to bed:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or with some close par’d Brother, where</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thou’lt fast each Sabbath in the yeare,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Or else, profane, be hang’d on Monday,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For butchering a Mouse on Sunday</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Musarum Deliciæ</i>, 1656, <i>p.</i> 53.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>John Taylor, the Water-Poet, so early as 1620, writes -of a Brownist:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Spirit still directs him how to pray,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor will he dress his meat the Sabbath day,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which doth a mighty mystery unfold;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>His zeale is hot, although his meat be cold.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Suppose his Cat on Sunday kill’d a rat,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>She on the Monday must be hang’d for that.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(J. P. C.’s <i>Bibl. Acc.</i>, ii. 418.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span></p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_197">Page 11 [our 197].</a> <i>I dreamt my Love, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>In the <i>Percy Folio MS.</i> (about 1650) p. 480; E. E. T. S., -iv. 102, with a few variations, one of which we have noted -in margin of p. 181. The industrious editors of the printed -text of the <i>Percy Folio MS.</i> were not aware of the fact that -many of the shorter pieces were already to be found in -print; but this is no wonder. They are not easy to discover -(<a href="#Page_352">see next p. 352</a>), and although we ourselves note -occasionally “not found elsewhere,” it is with the remembrance -that a happy “find” may yet reward a continuous -search hereafter. We do not despair of recovering even -the lost line of “The Time-Poets.”</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_198">Page 12 [our 198].</a> <i>Now <span class="antiqua">Lambert’s</span> sunk, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>In the 1662 edit. of the <i>Rump</i>, i. 330, and in <i>Loyal Sgs.</i>, -1731, i. 219. It may have been written so early as Jan. -15th, 1659-60, when Col. Lambert had submitted to the -Parliament, on finding the troops disinclined to support -him unanimously. Another ballad made this inuendo:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">John Lambert</span> at <span class="antiqua">Oliver’s</span> Chair did roare,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And thinks it but reason upon this score,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That <span class="antiqua">Cromwell</span> had sitten in his before;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Still blessed Reformation.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Rump</i>, ii. 99.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Fairfax had returned to his house, and to Monk were -given the thanks of the rescued Parliament. As M. de -Bordeaux writes of him to Card. Mazarin, at this exact -date, “he is now the most powerful subject in the whole -nation. Fleetwood, Desborough, and all the others of -the same faction are entirely out of employment” (Guizot’s -<i>Monk</i>, 1851, p. 156). Although no mention or definite -allusion seems made in the ballad to Monk’s attack on -the London defences, Feb. 9th, we incline to think this -may be nearer to the true date: if it refers to the oath of -abjuration, of Feb. 4th, which was offered to Monk, as -on March 1st. “Arthur’s Court” is an allusion to Sir -Arthur Haselrig, “a rapacious, head-strong, and conceited -agitator” (<i>Ibid.</i>, p. 37). Monk had not publicly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> -declared himself for the King until May; but he was -seen to be opposed to the Rump by 11th Feb., when its -effigies were enthusiastically burnt. Richard Cromwell’s -abdication had been, virtually, April 22nd, 1659.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_204">Page 32 [204].</a> <i>A young man walking all alone.</i></h5> - -<p>This is another of the songs contained in the <i>Percy Folio -MS</i>. (p. 460; iv. 92 of print); wrongly supposed to be -otherwise lost, but imperfect there, our fourth and fifth -verses being absent. We cannot accept “<i>if that I may -thy favour haue, thy bewtye to behold</i>,” as the true reading; -while we find “<i>If that thy favour I may win With -thee for to be bold</i>:” which is much more in the Lover’s -line of advance. Yet we avail ourselves of the “I am so -<i>mad</i>” in 3rd verse, because it rhymes with “maidenhead,” -in <i>M. D.</i>, though not suiting with the “honestye” -of the <i>P. F. MS.</i> The final half-verse is different.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_206">Page 56 [206].</a> <i><span class="antiqua">Nick Culpepper</span> and <span class="antiqua">Wm. Lilly</span>.</i></h5> - -<p>Also in 1662 edition of the <i>Rump</i>, i. 308; and <i>Loyal -Songs</i>, 1731, i. 192. The event referred to happened in -June, 1653, the engagement between the English and -Dutch fleets commencing on the 2nd, renewed the next -day. Six of the Dutch ships were sunk, and twelve taken, -with thirteen hundred prisoners. <i>Blake</i>, <i>Monk</i>, and <i>Dean</i> -were the English commanders, until <i>Dean</i> was killed, the -first day. Monk took the sole command on the next. -Clarendon gives an account of the battle, and says: -“<i>Dean</i>, one of the <i>English</i> Admirals, was killed by a cannon-shot -from the Rear-Admiral of the <i>Dutch</i>,” before -night parted them. “The loss of the <i>English</i> was greatest -in their General <i>Dean</i>. There was, beside him, but one -Captain, and about two hundred Common Sea-men -killed: the number of the wounded was greater; nor did -they lose one Ship, nor were they so disabled but that -they followed with the whole fleet to the coast of <i>Holland</i>, -whither the other fled; and being got into the <i>Flie</i> -and the <i>Texel</i>, the English for some time blocked them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> -up in their own Harbors, taking all such Ships as came -bound for those parts.” (<i>His. Reb.</i>, B. iii. p. 487, ed. 1720.)</p> - -<p>Verse 1. Nicholas Culpeper, of Spittle Fields, near -London, published his <i>New Method of Physick</i>, and -Alchemy, in 1654.</p> - -<p>As to William Lilly, “the famous astrologer of those -times, who in his yearly almanacks foretold victories for -the Parliament with so much certainty as the preachers -did in their sermons,” consult his letter written to Elias -Ashmole, and the notes of Dr. Zachary Gray to Butler’s -<i>Hudibras</i>, Part ii. Canto 3. “He lived to the year 1681, -being then near eighty years of age, and published predicting -almanacks to his death.” He was one of the close -committee to consult about the King’s execution (<i>Echard</i>). -He lost much of his repute in 1652; in 1655 he was indicted -at Hickes Hall, but acquitted. He dwelt at Hersham, -Walton-on-Thames, and elsewhere. Henry Coley -followed him in almanack-making, and John Partridge -next. In the Honble. Robt. Howard’s Comedy, “The -Committee,” 1665, we find poor Teague has been consulting -Lilly:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>I will get a good Master, if any good Master wou’d</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Get me; I cannot tell what to do else, by my soul, that</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I cannot; for I have went and gone to one <span class="smcap">Lilly’s</span>;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He lives at that house, at the end of another house,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>By the <span class="antiqua">May-pole</span> house; and tells every body by one</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Star, and t’other Star, what good luck they shall have.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But he cou’d not tell nothing for poor <span class="antiqua">Teg</span>.</i>”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>The Committee</i>, Act i.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Verse 12. The Master of the Rolls. This was Sir -Dudley Digges, builder of Chilham Castle, near Canterbury, -Kent, who had in 1627 moved the impeachment of -the Duke of Buckingham, and been rewarded with this -Mastership.</p> - -<p>Verse 18. Alludes to the rigorous suppression of the -Play-houses (<a href="#Page_285"><i>vide ante</i> p. 285</a>, for a descriptive Song); -and as we see from verse 17, the Bear-garden, like Rope-dancers -and Tumblers, met more tolerance than actors -(except from Colonel Pride). Not heels were feared, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span> -heads and hands. Bears, moreover, could not stir up -men to loyalty, but tragedy-speeches might. One Joshua -Gisling, a Roundhead, kept bears at Paris Garden, Southwark.</p> - -<p>23. “Goodman <i>Lenthall</i>,” “neither wise nor witty,” -(“that creeps to the house by a backdoor,” <i>Rump</i>, ii. -185,) the Speaker of the Commons from 1640 to 1653; -Alderman <i>Allen</i>, the dishonest and bankrupt goldsmith, -both rebuked by <i>Cromwell</i>, when he forcibly expelled the -Rump. (See the ballad on pp. 62-5 of <i>M. D., C.</i>, verses -9 and 10, telling how “<i>Allen</i> the coppersmith was in great -fear. He had done as [i.e. <i>us</i>] much hurt,” &c.; also 2, -15, for the dumb-foundered “Speaker without his Mace.”) -This Downfall of the Rump had been on April 20th, 1653, -not quite three months before the funeral of <i>Dean</i>. Whoever -may have been the writer of this spirited ballad, we -believe, wrote the other one also: judging solely by internal -evidence.</p> - -<p>24. <i>Henry Ireton</i>, who married Bridget Cromwell in -January, 1646-7, and escaped from the Royalists after -having been captured at Naseby, proved the worst foe of -Charles, insatiably demanding his death, died in Ireland -of the plague, 15th November, 1651. His body was -brought to Bristol in December, and lay in state at Somerset -House. Over the gate hung the “hatchment” -with “<i>Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori</i>”—which one -of the Cavaliers delightedly translated, “Good it is for -his country that he is dead.” Like Dean’s, two years -later, Ireton’s body was buried with ostentatious pomp in -Henry VII.’s Chapel, (Feb. 6 or 7;) to be ignominiously -treated at Tyburn after the Restoration. The choice of -so royal a resting-place brought late insult on many -another corpse. His widow was speedily married to -Charles Fleetwood, before June, 1652.</p> - -<p>In verse 26, we cannot with absolute certainty fill the -blank. Yet, in the absence of disproof, we can scarcely -doubt that the name suppressed was neither <i>Sexby</i>, “an -active agitator,” who, in 1658, employed against Cromwell -“all that restless industry which had formerly been -exerted in his favour” (Hume’s <i>Hist. Engd.</i>, cap. lxi.);<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span> -nor “Doomsday Sedgwick;” not <i>Sidney</i>, staunch Republican, -Algernon Sidney, whose condemnation was in -1687 secured most iniquitously, and whose death more -disgracefully stains the time than the slaughter of Russell, -although sentimentalism chooses the latter, on account -of his wife. Sidney was “but a young member” -at the Dissolution of 20th April, 1653. Probably the -word was <i>Say</i>, the notorious “Say and Seale,” “Crafty -Say,” of whom we read:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>There’s half-witted <span class="antiqua">Will Say</span> too,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A right Fool in the Play too,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That would make a perfect Ass,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>If he could learn to Bray too.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(“Chips of the Old Block,” 1659; <i>Rump</i>, ii. 17.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5><a href="#Page_213">Page 64 [213].</a> <i>I went from <span class="antiqua">England</span>, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>A MS. assertion gives the date of this <i>Cantilena de -Gallico itinere</i> as 1623. There seems to us no good reason -for doubting that the author was <span class="smcap">Dr. Richard -Corbet</span> (1582-1635), Bishop of Oxford, afterwards of -Norwich. It is signed Rich. Corbett in Harl. MS. No. -6931, fol. 32, <i>reverso</i>, and appears among his printed -poems, 3rd edit. 1672, p. 129. In <i>Wit and Mirth</i>, 1684, -p. 76, it is entitled “Dr. Corbet’s Journey,” &c. But it -is fair to mention that we have found it assigned to <span class="smcap">R. -Goodwin</span>, by the epistolary gossip of inaccurate old -Aubrey (see Col. Franc. Cunningham’s <i>“Mermaid edit.” -of Ben Jonson</i>, i. Memoirs, p. lvii. first note). In a recent -edition of Sir John Suckling’s Works, 1874, it is -printed as if by him (“There is little doubt that it is -his”), i. 102, without any satisfactory external evidence -being adduced in favour of Suckling. In fact, the external -evidence goes wholly against the theory. The very -MS. Harl. 367, which is used as authority, is both imperfect -and corrupt throughout, as well as anonymous (<i>ex. -gratiæ</i>, misreading the <i>Bastern</i>, for Bastile), and the date -on it, 1623, will not suit Suckling at all: though Sir Hy. -Ellis is guessed (by his supposed handwriting,) to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> -have attributed it to him. Could it be possible that he -was otherwise unacquainted with the poem?</p> - -<p>At earlier date than our own copy we find it, by -Aug. 30th, 1656, in <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i>, p. 17, and in -<i>Parnassus Biceps</i>, also 1656, p. 24. From this (as well -as Harl. MS. 367) we gain corrections printed as -our <i>marginalia</i>, <a href="#Page_214">pp. 214-6</a>: <i>deserv’d</i>, for received; -<i>statue</i> stairs, At <i>Nôtre Dame</i>; prate, <i>doth</i> please, -&c. Harl. MS. 367 reads “The Indian <i>Roc</i>” [probably -it is correct]; and “As great and wise as Luisuè” -[Luines, who died 1622]. <i>Parnassus Biceps</i> has an extra -verse, preceding the one beginning “His Queen,” (and -Harl. 367 has it, but inferior):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The people don’t dislike the youth,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Alleging reasons. For in truth</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Mothers should honoured be.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet others say, he loves her rather</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As well as ere she loved his father,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And that’s notoriously.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>(A similar scandal meets us in other early French -reigns: Diana de Poictiers had relations with Henry II., -as well as with his father, Francis I., &c.) Compare -<i>West. Droll.</i>, i. 87, and its Appendix, pp. xxv-vi.</p> - -<p>It may be a matter of personal taste, but we cannot -recognize the genial Bishop in the “R. C., Gent.,” who -wrote “The Times Whistle.” A reperusal of the E. E. -T., 1871, almost <i>convinces</i> us that they were not the same -person. We must look elsewhere for the author.</p> - -<p>In MS., on fly leaf, prefixed to 1672 edition of Dr. -Corbet’s poems, in the Brit. Mus. (press mark, 238, b. -56), we read:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>If flowing wit, if Verses wrote with ease,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>If learning void of pedantry can please,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>If much good humour, join’d to solid sense,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And mirth accompanied by Innocence,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Can give a Poet a just right to fame,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then <span class="smcap">Corbet</span> may immortal honour claim.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For he these virtues had, & in his lines</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Poetick and Heroick spirit shines.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>Tho’ bright yet solid, pleasant but not rude,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With wit and wisdom equally endued.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Be silent Muse, thy praises are too faint,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thou want’st a power this prodigy to paint,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>At once a Poet, Prelate, and a Saint.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">Signed, John Campbell.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5><a href="#Page_218">Page 85 [218].</a> <i>I mean to speak of <span class="antiqua">England’s</span></i>, &c.</h5> - -<p>In the 1662 <i>Rump</i>, i. 39; and in <i>Loyal Songs</i>, 1731, i. 12. -It is also in <i>Parnassus Biceps</i> so early as 1656, p. 159, -where we obtain a few peculiar readings; even in the -first line, which has “of England’s fate;” “Prin <i>and</i> -Burton;” “<i>wear <span class="antiqua">Italian</span> locks for their abuse</i> (instead of -“Stallion locks for a bush”); They’ll only have private -<i>keyes</i> for their use,” &c. We are inclined to accept these -as correct readings, although our text (agreeing with the -<i>Rump</i>) holds an intelligible meaning. But those who -have inspected the curiosities preserved in the Hôtel de -Cluny, at Paris, can scarcely have forgotten “the Italian -[pad-] Locks” which jealous husbands imposed upon -their wives, as a preservative of chastity, whenever they -themselves were obliged to leave their fair helpmates at -home; and the insinuation that Prynne and Burton intended -to introduce such rigorous precautions, nevertheless -retaining “private keyes” for their own use, has a -covert satire not improbable to have been intentional. -Still, remembering the persistent war waged by these intolerant -Puritans against “the unloveliness of love-locks,” -there are sufficient claims for the text-reading: in their -denunciation of curled ringlets “as Stallion locks” hung -out “for a bush,” or sign of attraction, such as then -dangled over the wine-shop door (and may still be seen -throughout Italy), although “good wine needs no bush” -to advertise it. Instead of “The brownings,” (i.e. <i>The -Brownists</i>, a sect that arose in the reign of Elizabeth, -founded by Robt. Browne), in final verse, <i>Parnassus -Biceps</i> reads “The Roundheads.” The poem was evidently -written between 1632 and 1642.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> -Strengthening the probability of “Italian locks” being -the correct reading, we may mention in one of the <i>Rump</i> -ballads, dated 26 January, 1660-1, we find “The Honest -Mens Resolution” is to adopt this very expedient:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>But what shall we do with our Wives</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That frisk up and down the Town, ...</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For such a Bell-dam,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Sayes <span class="antiqua">Sylas</span> and <span class="antiqua">Sam</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Let’s have an <span class="antiqua">Italian</span> Lock!</i>”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Rump</i> Coll., 1662, ii. 199.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5><a href="#Page_220">Page 88 [220].</a> <i>Hang Chastity, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Probably refers to the New Exchange, at Durham House -stables (see Additional Note to page 134 of <i>M. D., C.</i>). -Certainly written before 1656. Lines 15 and 32 lend -some countenance, by similarity, to the received version -in the previous song’s sixth verse.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_222">Page 95 [222].</a> <i>It was a man, and a jolly, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>With some trifling variations, this re-appears as “The -Old Man and Young Wife,” beginning “<i>There was an old -man, and a jolly old man, come love me</i>,” &c., in <i>Wit and -Mirth</i>, 1684, p. 17. The tune and burden of “The Clean -Contrary Way” held public favour for many years. See -<i>Pop. Mus. O. T.</i>, pp. 425, 426, 781. In the 1658 and 1661 -editions of <i>Choyce Poems</i> [by John Eliot, and others], pp. -81, are a few lines of verse upon “The Fidler’s” that were -committed for singing a song called, “<i>The Clean Contrary -Way</i>”:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Fidlers must be whipt the people say,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Because they sung <span class="antiqua">the clean contrary way</span>;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which if they be, a Crown I dare to lay</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They then will sing <span class="antiqua">the clean contrary way</span>.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And he that did these merry Knaves betray,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Wise men will praise, <span class="antiqua">the clean contrary way</span>:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For whipping them no envy can allay,</i> <span class="original-page">[p. 82.]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Unlesse it be <span class="antiqua">the clean contrary way</span>.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Then if they went the Peoples tongues to stay,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Doubtless they went <span class="antiqua">the clean contrary way</span>.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span></p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_223">Page 134 [223].</a> <i>There was a Lady in this Land.</i></h5> - -<p>Re-appears in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1682, p. 291 (not in the -1656 and 1661 editions), as “The Jovial Tinker,” but -with variations throughout, so numerous as to amount to -absolute re-casting, not by any means an improvement: -generally the contrary. Here are the second and following -verses, of <i>Wit and Drollery</i> version:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But she writ a letter to him,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And seal’d it with her hand,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And bid him become a Tinker</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To clout both pot and pan.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And when he had the Letter,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Full well he could it read;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>His Brass and eke his Budget,</i> <span class="original-page">[p. 292.]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He streight way did provide,</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>His Hammer and his Pincers</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And well they did agree</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With a long Club on his Back</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And orderly came he.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>And when he came to the Lady’s Gates</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He knock’d most lustily,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then who is there the Porter said,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That knock’st thus ruggedly?</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I am a Jovial Tinker, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The words of a later Scottish version of “Clout the Cauldron,” -beginning “Hae ye ony pots or pans, Or ony -broken Chandlers?” (attributed by Allan Cunningham to -one Gordon) retouched by Allan Ramsay, are in his <i>Tea-Table -Miscellany</i>, 1724, Pt. i. (p. 96 of 17th edit., 1788.) -Burns mentions a tradition that the song “was composed -on one of the Kenmure family in the Cavalier time.” But -the disguised wooer of the later version is repulsed by the -lady. Ours is undoubtedly the earlier.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_230">Page 148 [230].</a> <i>Upon a Summer’s day.</i></h5> - -<p>The music to this is given in Chappell’s <i>Pop. Music of -Olden Time</i> [1855], p. 255, from the <i>Dancing Master</i>,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> -1650-65, and <i>Musick’s Delight on the Cithern</i>, 1666, where -the tune bears the title “Upon a Summer’s day.” In -Pepy’s Collection, vol. i. are two other songs to the same -tune.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_231">Page 153 [Suppl. 3].</a> <i>Mine own sweet honey, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Evidently a parody, or “Mock” of “Come hither, my -own,” &c., for which, and note, see pp. <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <a href="#Page_367">367</a>.</p> - -<h5>Second Part of <i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661.</h5> - -<h5><a href="#Page_235">Page 22 [235].</a> <i>You that in love, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>A different version of this same song, only half its length, -in four-line stanzas, had appeared in J. Cotgrave’s <i>Wit’s -Interpreter</i>, 1655, p. 124. It is also in the 1671 edition, p. -229; and in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1682 edit., 287, entitled -“The Tobacconist.” We prefer the briefer version, -although bound to print the longer one; bad enough, but -not nearly so gross as another On Tobacco, in <i>Jovial -Drollery</i>, 1656, beginning “When I do smoak my nose -with a pipe of Tobacco.”</p> - -<p>In the Collection of Songs by the Wits of the Age, -appended to <i>Le Prince d’Amour</i>, 1660, (but on broadsheet, -1641) we find the following far-superior lyric on</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">TOBACCO.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>To feed on Flesh is Gluttony,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>It maketh men fat like swine.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But is not he a frugal Man</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That on a leaf can dine!</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>He needs no linnen for to foul,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>His fingers ends to wipe,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That hath his Kitchin in a Box,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And roast meat in a Pipe.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The cause wherefore few rich mens sons</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Prove disputants in Schools,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Is that their fathers fed on flesh,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And they begat fat fools.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>This fulsome feeding cloggs the brain,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And doth the stomack cloak;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But he’s a brave spark that can dine</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With one light dish of smoak.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>Audi alterem partem!</i> Five years earlier (May 28th, -1655), William Winstanley had published “A Farewell to -Tobacco,” beginning:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Farewell thou Indian smoake, Barbarian vapour,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Enemy unto life, foe to waste paper,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thou dost diseases in thy body breed,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And like a Vultur on the purse doth feed.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Changing sweet breaths into a stinking loathing,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And with 3 pipes turnes two pence into nothing;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Grim <span class="antiqua">Pluto</span> first invented it, I think,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To poison all the world with hellish stink</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(18 lines more. <i>The Muses’ Cabinet</i>, 1655, p. 13.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The three pipes for two-pence was a cheapening of Tobacco -since the days, not a century before, when for price -it was weighed equally against gold. Our early friend -Arthur Tennyson wrote in one of our (extant) Florentine -sketch-books the following <i>impromptu</i> of his own:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I walk’d by myself on the highest of hills,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And ’twas sweet, I with rapture did own;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>As fish-like I opened unto it my gills</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And gulp’d it in ecstasy down;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To feel it breathe over my bacca-boiled tongue,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That so much of its fragrance did need,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And brace up completely a system unstrung</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For months with this <span class="antiqua">Devil’s own Weed</span>.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">But even so early as 1639, Thomas Bancroft had printed, -(written thirteen years before) in his <i>First Booke of Epigrammes</i>, -the following,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">ON TOBACCO TAKING.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Old Germans, that their Divinations made</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>From Asses heads upon hot embers laid,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Saw they but now what frequent fumes arise</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>From such dull heads, what could they prophetize</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><i>But speedy firing of this worldly frame,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That seemes to stinke for feare of such a flame.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Two Bookes of Epigrammes</i>, No. 183, sign. E 3.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">We need merely refer to other Epigrams On Tobacco, -as “Time’s great consumer, cause of idlenesse,” and -“Nature’s Idea,” &c., in <i>Wit’s Recreations</i>, 1640-5, because -they are accessible in the recent Reprint (would -that it, <i>Wit Restored</i> and <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i> had been -carefully edited, as they deserved and needed to be; but -even the literal reprint of different issues jumbled together -pell-mell is of temporary service): see vol. ii., pp. -45, 38; and 96, 97, 139, 161, 227, 271. Also p. 430, for -the “Tryumph of Tobacco over Sack and Ale,” attributed -to F. Beaumont, (if so, then before 1616) telling</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Of the Gods and their symposia;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But Tobacco alone,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Had they known it, had gone</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>For their Nectar and Ambrosia;</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">and vol. i. p. 195, on “A Scholler that sold his Cussion” -to buy tobacco. It is but an imperfect version on ii. 96, -headed “A Tobacconist” (eight lines), of what we gave -from <i>Le Prince d’Amour</i>: it begins “All dainty meats I -doe defie, || Which feed men fat as swine.” Answered -by No. 317, “On the Tobacconist,” p. 97. By the way: -“Verrinus” in <i>M. D., C.</i>, pp. 10, 364, consult <i>History of -Signboards</i>, p. 354—“<i>Puyk van Verinas en Virginia -Tabac</i>;” Englished, “Tip-Top Varinas,” &c.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_237">Page 27 [237].</a> <i>Come Drawer, some Wine.</i></h5> - -<p>Probably written by <span class="smcap">Thomas Weaver</span>, and about -1646-8. It is in his collection entitled <i>Love and Drollery</i>, -1654, p. 13. Also in the 1662 <i>Rump</i>, i. 235; and the -<i>Loyal Garland</i>, 1686 (Percy Soc. Reprint, xxix. 31). -Compare a similar Song (probably founded on this one) -by Sir Robt. Howard, in his Comedy, “The Committee,” -Act iv., “Come, Drawer, some Wine, Let it sparkle and -shine,”—or, the true beginning, “Now the Veil is thrown<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> -off,” &c. The Committee of Sequestration of Estates -belonging to the Cavaliers sat at Goldsmith’s Hall, while -Charles was imprisoned at Carisbrook, in 1647. A ballad -of that year, entitled “Prattle your pleasure under the -Rose,” has this verse:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Under the rose be it spoken, there’s a damn’d <span class="antiqua">Committee</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Sits in hell (<span class="antiqua">Goldsmith’s Hall</span>) in the midst of the City,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Only to sequester the poor Cavaliers,—</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Devil take their souls, and the hangmen their ears.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(As Hamlet says, “You pray not well!”—but such provocation -transfers the blame to those who caused the -anger.)</p> - -<p>Again, in another Ballad, “I thank you twice,” dated -21st August, same year, 1647:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The gentry are sequestered all;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Our wives we find at <span class="antiqua">Goldsmith’s Hall</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For there they meet with the devil and all,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent4"><i>Still, God a-mercy, Parliament!</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">On our <a href="#Page_239">p. 239</a>, it is amusing to find reference to “the -Cannibals of Pym,” remembering how Lilburn and others -of that party indulged in similar accusations of cannibalism, -with specific details against “Bloody Bones, or -Lunsford” (<i>Hudibras</i>, Pt. iii. canto 2), who was killed in -1644. Thus, “From <i>Lunsford</i> eke deliver us, || That -eateth up children” (Rump i. 65); and Cleveland writes, -“He swore he saw, when <i>Lunsford</i> fell, || A child’s arm -in his pocket” (J. C. <i>Revived, Poems</i>, 1662, p. 110).</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_240">Page 32 [240].</a> <i>Listen, Lordings, to my story.</i></h5> - -<p>With the music, this reappears in <i>Pills to p. Mel</i>., 1719, -iv. 84, entitled “The Glory of all Cuckolds.” Variations -few, and unimportant: “The Man in Heaven’s” being -a very doubtful reading. In the Douce Collection, iv. 41, -42, are two broadsides, A New Summons to Horn Fair, -beginning “You horned fumbling Cuckolds, In City, -court, or Town,” and (To the women) “Come, all you -merry jades, who love to play the game,” with capital<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span> -wood-cuts: Jn Pitts, printer. They recal Butler’s description -of the Skrimmington. The joke was much -relished. Thus, in <i>Lusty Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 106, is a -Pastorall Song, beginning:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>A silly poor sheepherd was folding his sheep,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He walked so long he got cold in his feet,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He laid on his coales by two and by three,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The more he laid on</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>The Cu-colder was he.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Three verses more, with the recurring witticism; repeated -finally by his wife.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_240">Page 33 [Supp. 6].</a> <i>Discourses of late, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Also, earlier in <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i>, 1656, (Reprint, p. 48) -as “The Louse’s Peregrinations,” but without the sixth -verse. <i>Breda</i>, in the Netherlands, was beseiged by -Spinola for ten months, and taken in 1625. <i>Bergen</i>, in -our text, is a corrupt reading.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_241">Page 38 [241].</a> <i>From <span class="antiqua">Essex</span>-Anabaptist Lawes.</i></h5> - -<p>We do not understand whence it cometh that the most -bitter non-conformity and un-Christian crazes of enthusiasm -seem always to have thriven in Essex and the -adjacent Eastern coast-counties, so far as Lincolnshire, -but the fact is undeniable. Whether (before draining the -fens, see “The Upland people are full of thoughts,” in -<i>A Crew of kind London Gossips</i>, 1663, p. 65) this proceeded -from their being low-lying, damp, dreary, and -dismal, with agues prevalent, and hypochondria welcome -as an amusement, we leave others to determine. Cabanis -declared that Calvinism is a product of the small intestines; -and persons with weak circulation and slow digestion -are seldom orthodox, but incline towards fanaticism -and uncompromising dissent. Your lean Cassius is a -pre-ordained conspirator. Plain people, whether of -features or dwelling-place, think too much of themselves. -Mountaineers may often hold superstitions, but of the -elemental forces and higher worship. They possess<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span> -moreover a patriotic love of their native hills, which -makes them loth to quit, and eager to revisit them, with -all their guardian powers: the <i>nostalgia</i> and <i>amor patriæ</i> -are strongest in Highlanders, Switzers, Spanish muleteers, -and even Welsh milkmaids. It was from flat-coasted -Essex that most of the “peevish Puritans” emigrated to -Holland, and thence to America, when discontented with -every thing at home.</p> - -<p>The form of a Le’tanty or Litany, for such mock-petitions -as those in our text (not found elsewhere), and -in <i>M. D., C.</i>, p. 174, continued in favour from the uprise of -the Independents (simply because they hated Liturgies), -for more than a century. In the King’s Pamphlets, in -the various collections of <i>Loyal Songs</i>, <i>Songs on affairs of -State</i>, the <i>Mughouse Diversions</i>, <i>Pills to purge State -Melancholly</i>, <i>Tory Pills</i>, &c., we possess them beyond -counting, a few being attributed to Cleveland and to -Butler. One, so early as 1600, “Good Mercury, defend -us!” is the work of Ben Johnson.</p> - -<p>Verse 1.—The “Brownist’s Veal” refers to Essex -calves, and the scandal of one Green, who is said to have -been a Brownist. 4.—“From her that creeps up Holbourne -hill:” the cart journey from Newgate to the “tree -with three corners” at Tyburn. <i>Sic itur ad astra.</i> When, -Oct. 1654, Cromwell was thrown from the coach-box in -driving through Hyde park, a ballad on “The Jolt on -Michaelmas Day, 1654,” took care to point the moral:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Not a day nor an hour</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But we felt his power,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And now he would show us his art;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>His first reproach</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Is a fall from a coach,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1">And his last will be from a cart.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Rump</i> Coll. i. 362.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Thus also in <i>M. D., C.</i> p. 255:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then <i>Oliver, Oliver</i>, get up and ride, ...</div> -<div class="verse">Till thou plod’st along to the <i>Paddington tree</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">5.—“Duke Humphrey’s hungry dinner” refers to the -tomb popularly supposed to be of “the good Duke”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> -Humphrey of Gloucester (murdered 1447), but probably -of Sir John Beauchamp (Guy of Warwick’s son), in Paul’s -Walk, where loungers whiled away the dinner-hour if -lacking money for an Ordinary, and “dined with Duke -Humphrey.” See Dekker’s <i>Gulls Horn Book</i>, 1609, -cap. iv. And Robt. Hayman writes:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Though a little coin thy purseless pockets line,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet with great company thou’rt taken up;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For often with Duke <span class="antiqua">Humfray</span> thou dost dine,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And often with Sir <span class="antiqua">Thomas Gresham</span> sup.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(R. H.’s <i>Quodlibets</i>, 1628.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">“An old Aunt”—this term used by Autolycus, had temporary -significance apart from kinship, implying loose -behaviour; even as “nunkle” or uncle, hails a mirthful -companion. In Roxb. Coll., i. 384, by L[aur.] P[rice], -printed 1641-83, is a description of three Aunts, “seldom -cleanly,” but they were genuine relations, though “the -best of all the three” seems well fitted by the <i>Letany</i> -description: which <i>may</i> refer to her.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_243">Page 46 [Supp. p. 7].</a> <i>If you will give ear.</i></h5> - -<p>A version of this, slightly differing, is given with the -music in <i>Pills to p. Mell.</i>, iv. 191. It has the final couplet; -which we borrow and add in square brackets.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_243">Page 61 [Supp. 9].</a> <i>Full forty times over.</i></h5> - -<p>Earlier by six years, but without the Answer, this had -appeared in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 58; 1661, p. 60. -It is also, as “written at Oxford,” in second part of <i>Oxford -Drollery</i>, 1671, p. 97.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_243">Page 62 [Supp. 11].</a> <i>He is a fond Lover</i>, &c.</h5> - -<p>This, and the preceding, being superior to the other reserved -songs might have been retained in the text but for -the need to fill a separate sheet. This Answer is in -<i>Love and Mirth</i> (i.e. <i>Sportive Wit</i>) 1650, p. 51.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span></p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_243">Page 64 [Supp. 12].</a> <i>If any one do want a House.</i></h5> - -<p>Virtually the same (from the second verse onward) as -“A Tenement to Let,” beginning “I have a Tenement,” -&c., in <i>Pills to p. Mel.</i>, 1720, vi. 355; and <i>The Merry -Musician</i> (n. d. but about 1716), i. 43. Music in both.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_243">Page 81 [Supp. 13].</a> <i>Fair Lady, for your New, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Resembling this is “<i>Ladies, here I do present you, With a -dainty dish of fruit</i>,” in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 103.</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_244">Page 103 [244].</a> <i>Among the Purifidian Sect.</i></h5> - -<p>In Harl. MS. No. 6057, fol. 47. There it is entitled -“The Puritans of New England.”</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_248">Page 106 [248].</a> <i>Come hither, my own sweet Duck.</i></h5> - -<p>We come delightedly, as a relief, upon this racy and -jovial Love-song, which redeems the close of the volume. -It has the gaiety and <i>abandon</i> of John Fletcher’s and -Richard Brome’s. We have never yet met it elsewhere. -It was probably written about 1642. The reserved song -in Part i., p. 153 (Supplement, p. 3), seems to be a vile -parody on it, in the coarse fashion of those persons who -disgraced the cause of the Cavaliers. The rank and file -were often base, and their brutality is evidenced in the -songs which we have been obliged to degrade to the Supplement.</p> - -<p>It was certainly popular before 1659, for we find it -quoted as furnishing the tune to “A proper new ballad -(25 verses) on the Old Parliament,” beginning “Good -Morrow, my neighbours all,” with a varying burden:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Hei ho, my hony,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>My heart shall never rue,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Four and twenty now for your Mony,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>And yet a hard penny worth too.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Rump</i>, 1662 ii, 26.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The music is in Playford’s <i>English Dancing Master</i>, 1686.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span></p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_253">Page 116 [Supp. 14].</a> <i>She lay up to, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Five years earlier, in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 56; -1661, p. 58. With the original, in <i>M. D., C.</i>, p. 300, -compare the similar disappointment, by Cleveland, “The -Myrtle-Grove” (<i>Poems</i>, p. 160, edit. 1661.)</p> - -<h5><a href="#Page_253">Page 149 [253].</a> <i>If that you will hear, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>This is the same, except a few variations, as “Will you -please to hear a new ditty?” in our <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, -1671, i. 88; Appendix to ditto, pp. xxxvi-vii (compare -the coarser verses, <a href="#Page_368">p. 368</a> in present volume, and “Upon -the biting of Fleas,” in <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i>, 1656; Reprint, -p. 64.)</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span></p> - -<p class="mt3">[We here close our Notes to the “Extra Songs” of <i>Merry -Drollery</i>, 1661. But we have still some Additional Notes, on -what is common to the editions of 1661, 1670, and 1691 (as -promised in <i>M. D., C.</i>, p. 363).]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4 id="APPENDIX_4_2">§ 2.—ADDITIONAL NOTES TO THE MERRY DROLLERY, COMPLEAT.</h4> - -<p class="center">(<i>Common to all editions, 1661, ’70, ’91, and 1875.</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A pretty slight Drollery.”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Henry IV.</i>, pt. 2. Act ii. Sc. 1.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="titlepage larger">MERRY<br /> -<span class="larger">DROLLERY,</span><br /> -Complete.<br /> -<span class="smaller">OR,</span><br /> -A COLLECTION</p> - -<table> - <tr> - <td rowspan="3" style="vertical-align: middle;">Of</td> - <td>{ Jovial POEMS,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>{ Merry SONGS,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>{ Witty DROLLERIES,</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p class="center">Intermixed with Pleasant <i>Catches</i>.</p> - -<p class="titlepage">The First Part.</p> - -<p class="titlepage">Collected by<br /> -<span class="spaced1"><i>W.N.</i></span> <span class="spaced1"><i>C.B.</i></span> <span class="spaced1"><i>R.S.</i></span> <span class="spaced1"><i>J.G.</i></span><br /> -LOVERS of WIT.</p> - -<p class="titlepage">LONDON,<br /> -Printed for <i>Simon Miller</i>, at the Star, at<br /> -the West End of St. <i>Pauls</i>, 1670.</p> - -<h5><i>Title-page to 1670 Edition.</i></h5> - -<p>We here give the title-page of the 1670 Edition -of <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, Part 1st. As -mentioned on our <a href="#Page_231">p. 231</a>, the 1670 edition was reissued -as a new edition in 1691, but with no alteration -except the fresh title-page, with its date and statement -of William Miller’s stock in trade.</p> - -<p>Of the four “Lovers of Wit,” 1661, we believe we -have unearthed one, viz. “R. S.,” in <span class="smcap">Ralph Sleigh</span>, -who wrote a song beginning, “<i>Cupid, Cupid</i>, makes -men stupid; I’ll no more of such boys’ play;” (<i>Sportive -Wit</i>,) <i>Jovial Drollery</i>, 1656, p. 22.</p> - -<h5><i>M. D., C.</i>, p. 11 [13].</h5> - -<p>Verse 6. “Mahomet’s -pidgeon,” that was taught to pick seeds from out his ear, -so that it might be thought to whisper to him. The “mad -fellow clad alwaies in yellow,” i.e., in his military Buff-coat—“And -somewhat his nose is blew, boys,” certainly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> -alludes to Oliver Cromwell: His being “King and no -King,” to his refusing the Crown offered by the notables -whom he had summoned in 1657. As the “New Peers,” -his sons Henry and Richard among them, insulted and -contemned by the later and mixed Parliament of January -20th, 1658, were “turned out” along with their foes the -recalcitrant Commons, on Feb. 4th, we have the date of -this ballad established closely.</p> - -<h5>Page 29. <i>Nonsense. Now Gentlemen, if, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Two other “Messes of Nonsense” may be found in <i>Recreations -for Ingenious Headpieces</i>, 1645 (Reprint, <i>Wit’s -Recreations</i>, pp. 400, 401); beginning “When <i>Neptune’s</i> -blasts,” and “Like to the tone of unspoke speeches.” -The latter we believe to have been written by Bishop -Corbet. In <i>Wit’s Merriment</i> (i.e. <i>Sportive Wit</i>), 1656, is -the following: A FANCY:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>When Py crust first began to reign,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Cheese parings went to warre.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Red Herrings lookt both blew and wan,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Green leeks and Puddings jarre.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Blind Hugh went out to see</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Two Cripples run a race,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Ox fought with the Humble Bee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And claw’d him by the face.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Page 36, lines 21, 22. <i>“Honest Dick;” and “L.”</i></h5> - -<p>These lines furnish a clue to the date of this ballad, (and -its “Answer” quickly followed): “Honest Dick” being -Richard Cromwell, whose Protectorate lasted only eight -months, beginning in September, 1658. “The name -with an L—” refers to his unscrupulous rival Lambert; -with his spasmodic attempts at supremacy, urged on by -his own ambition and that of his wife (accustomed too -long to rule Oliver himself, during a close intimacy, not -without exciting scandal, while she insisted on displacing -Lady Dysart). For an account of Lambert’s twenty-one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> -years of captivity, first at Guernsey and later at Plymouth, -see <i>Choice Notes on History, from N. and Q.</i>, 1858, -pp. 155-163. Lambert played a selfish game, lost it, and -needs no pity for having had to pay the stakes. But for -“Honest Dick,” “Tumble down Dick,” who had warmly -pleaded with his father to save the king’s life in the fatal -January of 1649, we keep a hearty liking. Carlyle stigmatizes -him as “poor, idle, trivial,” &c., but let that pass. -Had Richard been crafty or cruel, like those who removed -him from power, his reign might have been prolonged. -But “what a wounded name” he would have then left -behind, compared with his now stainless character: and, -in any case, his ultimate fall was certain.</p> - -<h5>Page 43, line 16th, “<i>Call for a constable blurt.</i>”</h5> - -<p>An allusion to Middleton’s Comedy, “Blurt, Master -Constable,” 1602.</p> - -<h5>Page 62, 368. <i>Will you hear a strange thing.</i></h5> - -<p>The important event here described took place April 20th, -1653, and the ballad immediately followed. (Compare -“Cheer up, kind country men,” by S. S., “Rebellion -hath broken up house,” and “This Christmas time,” in -the Percy Soc. Pol. Bds., iii. 126; 180 <i>Loyal Songs</i>, 149, -1694; <i>Rump</i>, ii. 52.) At this date the strife between the -fag-end of the Rump and Oliver, who was supported by -his council of officers, came to open violence. Fearing -his increased power, it was proposed to strengthen the -Parliamentarians by admitting a body of “neutrals,” -Presbyterians, to act in direct opposition against the -army-leaders. With a pretence of dissolving themselves -there would have ensued a virtual extension of rule. -Anxious and lengthy meetings had been held by Cromwell’s -adherents at Whitehall, one notably on the 19th, -and continued throughout the night. Despite a promise, -or half promise, of delay made to him, the Rump was -meantime hurrying onward the objectionable measure, -clearly with intention of limiting his influence: among<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span> -the leaders being Sir Hy. Vane, Harry Marten, and Algernon -Sidney. They knew it to be a struggle for life or -death. From the beginning, this Long Parliament cherished -the mistaken idea that they were everything supreme: -providence, strength, virtue, and wisdom, etc., -etc. If mere empty talk could be all this, such representative -wind-bags might deserve some credit. Their doom -was sealed; not alone for their incompetence, but also for -proved malignity, and the attempt to perpetuate their own -mischief, destroying the only power that seemed able to -bring order out of chaos.</p> - -<p>Cromwell received intelligence, from his adherents -within the house, of the efforts being made to hurry the -measure for settling the new representation, and then to -dissolve for re-election. Major Harrison talked against -time; until Cromwell could arrive after breaking up the -Whitehall meeting. Ingoldsby, as the second or third -messenger, had shown to him the urgent need of action. -Followed by Lambert and some half-dozen officers, the -General took with him a party of soldiers, reached the -house, and found himself not too soon. Surrounding the -chamber, and guarding the doors, the troopers remained -outside. Clad in plain black, unattended and resolute, -Oliver entered, stood looking on his discomfitted foes, and -then sat down, speaking to no one except “dusky tough -St. John, whose abstruse fanaticisms, crabbed logics, and -dark ambitions issue all, as was natural, in decided avarice” -(Carlyle’s <i>Cromwell</i>, iii. 168, 1671 edit.). Vane -must have felt the peril, but held on unflinchingly, imploring -the house to dispense with everything that might -delay the measure, such as engrossing. The Speaker -had risen at last to put the question, before the General -started up, uncovered, and began his address. Something -of stately commendation for past work he gave -them. Perhaps at first his words were uttered solely to -obtain a momentary pause, the whilst he gathered up his -strength, and measured all the chances, before he broke -with them for ever. Soon the tone changed into that of -anger and contempt. He heaped reproaches on them: -Ludlow says: “He spoke with so much passion and discomposure<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span> -of mind, as if he had been distracted.” “Your -time is come!” he told them: “The Lord has done with -you. He has chosen other instruments for the carrying -on his work, that are more worthy.”</p> - -<p>Vane, Marten, and Sir Peter Wentworth tried to interrupt -him, but it was almost beyond their power. Wentworth -could but irritate him by indignant censure. He -crushed his hat on, sprang from his place, shouting that -he would put an end to their prating, and, while he strode -noisily along the room, railed at them to their face, not -naming them, but with gestures giving point to his invectives. -He told them to begone: “I say you are no -Parliament! I’ll put an end to your sitting. Begone! -Give way to honester men.” A stamp of his foot followed, -as a signal; the door flies open, “five or six files -of musqueteers” are seen with weapons ready. Resistance -(so prompt, with less provocation, in 1642) is felt to -be useless, and, except mere feminine scolding, none is -attempted. Not one dares to struggle. Afraid of violence, -their swords hang idly at their side. As they pass -out in turn, they meet the scathing of Oliver’s rebuke. -His control of himself is gone. Their crimes are not forgotten. -He denounces Challoner as a drunkard, Wentworth -for his adultery, Alderman Allen for his embezzlement -of public military money, and Bulstrode Whitelock -of injustice. Harry Marten is asked whether a whore-master -is fit to sit and govern. Vane is unable to resist -a feeble protest, availing nothing—“This is not honest: -Yea! it is against morality and honesty.” In the absence -of such crimes or flagrant sins of his companions, as -his own frozen nature made him incapable of committing, -there are remembered against him his interminable -harangues, his hair-splitting, his self-sufficiency; and all -that early deliberate treachery in ransacking his father’s -papers, which he employed to cause the death of Strafford. -To all posterity recorded, came the ejaculation of -Cromwell: “Sir Harry Vane, Sir Harry Vane—the -Lord deliver me from Sir Harry Vane!” And, excepting -a few dissentient voices, the said posterity echoes the -words approvingly. The “bauble” mace had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> -borne off ignominiously, the documents were seized, including -that of the unpassed measure, the room was -cleared, the doors were locked, and all was over. The -Long Parliament thus fell, unlamented.</p> - -<h5>Page 66. <i>I’le sing you a Sonnet.</i></h5> - -<p>Written and published in 1659; as we see by the references -to “<i>Dick</i> (<i>Oliver’s</i> Heir) that pitiful slow-thing, -Who was once invested with purple clothing,”—his retirement -being in April, 1659. Bradshaw, the bitter -Regicide (whose harsh vindictiveness to Charles I. during -the trial has left his memory exceptionally hateful), died -22nd November, 1659. Hewson the Cobbler was one of -Oliver’s new peers, summoned in January, 1658.</p> - -<h5>Pages 69, 368. <i>Be not thou so foolish nice.</i></h5> - -<p>The music to this, by Dr. John Wilson, is in his <i>Chearfull -Ayres</i>, 1659-60, p. 126.</p> - -<h5>Pages 70, 369. <i>Aske me no more.</i></h5> - -<p>Gule is misprint for “Goal,” and refers to the Bishops -who, having been molested and hindered from attending -to vote among the peers, were, on 30th December, 1642, -committed to the Tower for publishing their protest against -Acts passed during their unwilling absence. Finch, Lord -Keeper; who, to save his life, fled beyond sea, and did -not return until after the Restoration.</p> - -<h5>Pages 72, 369. <i>A Sessions was held, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>To avoid a too-long interruption, our Additional Note to -the “Sessions of the Poets” is slightly displaced from -here, and follows later as <a href="#APPENDIX_4_3">Section Third</a>.</p> - -<h5>Pages 87, 369. <i>Some Christian people all, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>We have traced this burlesque narrative of the Fire on -London Bridge ten years earlier than <i>Merry Drollery</i>, -1661, p. 81. It appeared (probably for the first time in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span> -print) on April 28th, 1651, at the end of a volume of <i>facetiæ</i>, -entitled <i>The Loves of Hero and Leander</i> (in the 1677 -edition, following <i>Ovid de Arte Amandi</i>, it is on p. 142). -The event referred to, we suspect, was a destructive fire -which broke out on London Bridge, 13th Feb. 1632-3. -It is thus described:—“At the latter end of the year -1632, viz., on the 13th Feb., between eleven and twelve -at night, there happened in the house of one Briggs, a -needle-maker, near St. Magnus Church, at the north -end of the bridge, by the carelessness of a maid-servant, -setting a tub of hot sea-coal ashes under a pair of stairs, -a sad and lamentable fire, which consumed all the buildings -before eight of the clock the next morning, from the -north end of the bridge, to the first vacancy on both -sides, containing forty-two houses; <i>water being then very -scarce, the Thames being almost frozen over</i>. Beneath, -in the vaults and cellars, the fire remained burning and -glowing a whole week after. After which fire, the north -end of the bridge lay unbuilt for many years; only deal -boards were set up on both sides, to prevent people’s -falling into the Thames, many of which deals were, by -high winds, blown down, which made it very dangerous -in the nights, although there were lanthorns and candles -hung upon all the cross-beams that held the pales together.” -(Tho. Allen’s <i>Hist. and Antiq. of London</i>, vol. -ii. p. 468, 1828.) Details and list of houses burnt are given -(as in <i>Gent. Mag.</i> Nov. 1824), from the MS. <i>Record -of the Mercies of God; or, a Thankfull Remembrance</i>, -1618-1635 (since printed), kept by the Puritan Nehemiah -Wallington, citizen and turner, of London, a friend of -Prynn and Bastwick. He gives the date as Monday, 11th -February, 1633. Our ballad mentions the river being -frozen over, and “all on the tenth of January;” but nothing -is more common than a traditional blunder of the -month, so long as the rhythm is kept. (Compare <i>Choyce -Drollery</i>, <a href="#Page_78">p. 78</a>, and Appendix <a href="#Page_297">p. 297</a>).</p> - -<p>Another Fire-ballad (in addition to the coarse squib in -present vol., <a href="#Page_33">pp. 33-7</a>,) is “Zeal over-heated;” telling of -a fire at Oxford, 1642; tune, Chivey Chace; and beginning, -“Attend, you brethren every one.” It is not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> -improbably by Thomas Weaver, being in his <i>Love and -Drollery</i>, 1654, p. 21.</p> - -<h5>Page 92, 370. <i>Cast your caps and cares away.</i></h5> - -<p>Of this song, from Beaumont and Fletcher’s “Beggar’s -Bush,” bef. 1625, the music set by Dr. John Wilson is -in his <i>Cheerfull Ayres</i>, 1659-60, p. 22.</p> - -<h5>Pages 97, 371. <i>Come, let us drink.</i></h5> - -<p>“Mahomet’s Pigeon,” a frequent allusion: compare -<i>M. D. C.</i>, pp. 11, 192; and present appendix, <a href="#Page_356">p. 356</a>.</p> - -<h5>Pages 100, 108 (App.) 371. <i>Satires on Gondibert.</i></h5> - -<p>See Additional Note in this vol. <a href="#APPENDIX_4_3">§ 3, <i>post</i></a>, for a few -words on D’Avenant. Since printing <i>M. D. C.</i>, we have -been enabled (thanks to W. F. Fowle, Esq., possessor of) -to consult the very rare Second Satire, 1655, mentioned -on p. 371. It is entitled, “The Incomparable Poem -<span class="smcap">Gondibert Vindicated</span> from the Wit-Combats of Four -<span class="smcap">Esquires</span>, <i>Clinias</i>, <i>Dametas</i>, <i>Sancho</i>, and <i>Jack Pudding</i>.” -[With this three-fold motto:—]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Χοτέει καὶ ἀοίδ τω ἀοίδω.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Vatum quoque gratia rara est.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent6">Anglicè,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>One Wit-Brother</i> || <i>Envies another</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Printed in the year 1655.” It begins on p. 3, with a -poetical address to Sir Willm. Davenant, asking pardon -beforehand in case his “yet-unhurt Reputation” should -suffer more through the champion than from the attack -made by the four “Cyclops, or Wit-Centaurs,” two of -whom he unhesitatingly names as “Denham and Jack -Donne,” or “Jack Straw.” But even thus early we -notice the sarcasm against D’Avenant himself: when in -reference to the never-forgotten “flaws” in his face, the -Defender writes:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Will <i>shew thy face</i> (be’t what it will),</div> -<div class="verse"><i>We’l push ’um yet a quill for quill</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">The third poem, p. 8, again to the Poet, mocks him as -well as his assailants’ lines (our <i>M. D. C.</i>, p. 108) with -twenty triplets:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>After so many poorer scraps</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of Playes which nere had the mishaps</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To passe the stage without their claps, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Next comes a poem “Upon the continuation of Gondibert,” -“Ovid to Patmos pris’ner sent.” (Later, we extract -the chief lines for the “Sessions” Add. Note.) -He is told,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Wash thee in <span class="antiqua">Avon</span>, if thou flie,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>My wary <span class="antiqua">Davenant</span> so high,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet <span class="antiqua">Hypernaso</span> now you shall</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ore fly this Goose so Capitall.</i> (p. 14.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">After five others, came one Upon the Author, beginning,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Daphne</span>, secure of the buff,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Prethee laugh,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet at these four and their riff raff;</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Who can hold</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>When so bold?</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And the trim wit of <span class="antiqua">Coopers</span> green hill</i>, ...</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Ending thus:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Denham</span>, thou’lt be shrewdly shent</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>To invent</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Such Drawlery for merriment, &c....</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A Drawing <span class="antiqua">Donne</span> out of the mire.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">A burlesque of Gondibert on same p. 18, as “Canto the -Second, or rather Cento the first;” begins “<i>All in the -Land of <span class="antiqua">Bembo</span> and of <span class="antiqua">Bubb</span></i>.” One stanza partly -anticipates Sam. Butler:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>The Sun was sunk into the watery lap</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Of her commands the waves, and weary there,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of his long journey, took a pleasing nap</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To ease his each daies travels all the year.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">P. 23 gives “To <i>Daphne</i> on his incomparable (and by the -Critick incomprehended) Poem, <i>Gondibert</i>,” this consolation:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> -“Chear up, dear friend, a <i>Laureat</i> thou must -be,” &c. Hobbes comes in for notice, on p. 24, and -Denham with his Cooper’s Hill has another slap. The -final poem, on p. 27, is “Upon the Author’s writing his -name, as in the Title of his Booke, D’Avenant:”—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">“<i>Your Wits have further than you rode,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>You needed not to have gone abroad.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i><span class="antiqua">D’avenant</span> from <span class="antiqua">Avon</span> comes,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Rivers are still the Muses Rooms.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Dort</span>, knows our name, no more Durt on’t;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>An’t be but for that <span class="antiqua">D’avenant</span>.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And when such people are restor’d</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>(A thing belov’d by none that whor’d)</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>My noches then may not appeare,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The gift of healing will be near.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Meane while Ile seeke some <span class="antiqua">Panax</span> (salve of clowns)</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Shall heal the wanton Issues and crackt Crowns.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I will conclude, Farewell Wit Squirty <span class="antiqua">Fegos</span></i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And drolling gasmen <span class="antiqua">Wal-Den-De-Donne-Dego</span>.</i></div> -</div> -<p class="center">(Finis.)”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Here, finally, are Waller, Denham, [Bro]de[rick], and -Donne clearly indicated. They receive harder measure, -on the whole, than D’avenant himself; so that the -Second Volume of Satires, 1655, is neither by the author -of “Gondibert,” nor by those who penned the “Certain -Verses” of 1653. Q. E. D.</p> - -<h5>Pages 101, 372. <i>I’ll tell thee, Dick, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>As already mentioned, the popularity of Suckling’s -“Ballad on a Wedding” (probably written in 1642) -caused innumerable imitations. Some of these we have -indicated. In <i>Folly in Print</i>, 1667, is another, “On a -Friend’s Wedding,” to the same tune, beginning, “Now -<i>Tom</i>, if <i>Suckling</i> were alive, And knew who <i>Harry</i> were -to wive.” In D’Urfey’s <i>Pills to Purge Melancholy</i>, -1699, p. 81: ed. 1719, iii, 65, is a different “New Ballad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> -upon a Wedding” [at Lambeth], with the music, to -same tune and model, beginning, “The sleeping <i>Thames</i> -one morn I cross’d, By two contending <i>Charons</i> tost.” -Like Cleveland’s poem, as an imitation it possesses -merit, each having some good verses.</p> - -<h5>Pages 111, 112. <i>The Proctors are two.</i></h5> - -<p>Among the references herein to Cambridge Taverns is -one (3rd verse) to the Myter: part of which fell down -before 1635, and was celebrated in verse by that “darling -of the Muses,” Thomas Randolph. His lines begin -“Lament, lament, ye scholars all!” He mentions -other Taverns and the Mitre-landlord, Sam:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Let the <span class="antiqua">Rose</span> with the <span class="antiqua">Falcon</span> moult,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>While <span class="antiqua">Sam</span> enjoys his wishes;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The <span class="antiqua">Dolphin</span>, too, must cast her crown:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Wine was not made for fishes.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Pages 115, 374. <i>’Tis not the silver, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>The mention, on pp. 116, of “our bold Army” turning -out the “black Synod,” refers less probably to Colonel -“<i>Pride’s Purge</i>” of the Presbyterians, on 6th December, -1648, than to the events of April 20, 1653; and helps to -fix the date to the same year. In 6th verse the blanks -are to be thus filled, “Arms of the <i>Rump</i> or the <i>King</i>;” -“C. R., or O. P.;” the joke of “the breeches” being a -supposed misunderstanding of the Commonwealth-Arms -on current coin (viz., the joined shields of England and -Ireland) for the impression made by Noll’s posteriors. -Compare “Saw you the States-Money,” in <i>Rump</i> Coll., -i. 289. On one side they marked “God with us!”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i><span class="antiqua">Common-wealth</span> on the other, by which we may guess</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">God</span> and the <span class="antiqua">States</span> were not both of a side.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Pages 121, 375. <i>Come, let’s purge our brains.</i></h5> - -<p>This song is almost certainly by <span class="smcap">Thomas Jordan</span>, the -City-Poet. With many differences he reprints it later<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> -in his <i>London in Luster</i>, as sung at the Banquet given -by the Drapers Company, October 29th, 1679; where it -is entitled “The Coronation of Canary,” and thus begins -(in place of our first verse):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Drink your wine away,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>’Tis my Lord Mayor’s day,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Let our Cups and Cash be free.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Beer and Ale are both || But the sons of froth,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Let us then in wine agree.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To taste a Quart || Of every sort,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>The thinner and the thicker;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That spight of Chance || We may advance,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>The Nobler and the Quicker.</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Who shall by Vote of every Throat</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Be crown’d the King of Liquor.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Muscadel</span> Avant, Bloody <span class="antiqua">Alicant</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Shall have no free vote of mine;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Claret</span> is a Prince, And he did long since</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>In the Royal order shine.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>His face, &c.</i>, (as in <i>M. D. C.</i> p. 112.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">In sixth verse, “<i>If a <span class="antiqua">Cooper</span> we With a red nose see</i>,” refers -to Oliver Cromwell; and proves it to have been -written before September, 1658.</p> - -<h5>Pages 125, 315. <i>Lay by, &c., Law lies a-bleeding.</i></h5> - -<p>The date of this ballad seems to have been 1656, rather -than 1658. The despotism of the sword here so powerfully -described, was under those persons who are on -p. 254 of <i>M. D. C.</i> designated “Oliver’s myrmidons,” -meaning, probably, chiefly the major-generals of the -military districts, into which the country was divided -after Penruddock’s downfall in 1655. They were Desborough, -Whalley, Goffe, Fleetwood, “downright” -Skippon, Kelsey, Butler, Worseley, and Berry; to these -ten were added Barkstead. Compare Hallam’s account:—“These -were eleven in number, men bitterly hostile to -the royalist party, and insolent to all civil authority.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> -They were employed to secure the payment of a tax of -ten per cent., imposed by Cromwell’s arbitrary will on -those who had ever sided with the King during the late -wars, where their estates exceeded £100 per annum. -The major-generals, in their correspondence printed -among Thurloe’s papers, display a rapacity and oppression -greater than their master’s. They complain that -the number of those exempted is too great; they press -for harsher measures; they incline to the unfavourable -construction in every doubtful case; they dwell on the -growth of malignancy and the general disaffection. It -was not indeed likely to be mitigated by this unparalleled -tyranny. All illusion was now gone as to the pretended -benefits of the civil war. It had ended in a despotism, -compared to which all the illegal practices of former -kings, all that had cost Charles his life and crown, -appeared as dust in the balance. For what was Ship-money, -a general burthen, by the side of the present -decimation of a single class, whose offence had long been -expiated by a composition and effaced by an act of -indemnity? or were the excessive punishments of the -Star Chamber so odious as the capital executions inflicted -without trial by peers, whenever it suited the -usurper to erect his high court of justice [by which Gerard -and Vowel in 1654, Slingsby and Dr. Hewit in 1658 fell]? -A sense of present evils not only excited a burning desire -to live again under the ancient monarchy, but obliterated, -especially in the new generation, that had no distinct -remembrance of them, the apprehension of its former -abuses.” (<i>Constitutional Hist. England</i>, cap. x. vol. ii. -p. 252, edit. 1872.) This from a writer unprejudiced and -discriminating.</p> - -<h5>Pages 131, 376. <i>I’ll tell you a story.</i></h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tower hill and Tyburn.</span> The date of this ferocious -ballad is not likely to have been long before the execution -of the regicides Harrison, Hacker, Cook, and Hew -Peters, in October, 1660; some on the 13th, others on -the 16th. Probably, shortly before the trial of Harry<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> -Marten, on the 10th of the same month. The second -verse indicates a considerable lapse of time since Monk’s -arrival and the downfall of the Rump (burnt in effigy, -Febr. 11, 1659-60); so we may be certain that it was -written late, about September, if not actually at beginning -of October.</p> - -<p>Sir Robert <span class="smcap">Tichbourne</span>, Commissioner for sale of -State-lands, Alderman, Regulator of Customs, and Lord -Mayor in 1658, was named in the King’s Proclamation, -6th June, 1660, as one of those who had fled, and who -were summoned to appear within fourteen days, on -penalty of being exempted from any pardon. His name -occurs again, among the exceptions to the Act of Indemnity; -along with those of Thos. Harrison, Hy. Marten, -John Hewson, Jn. Cook, Hew Peters, Francis Hacker, -and other forty-five. Nineteen of these fifty-one surrendered -themselves: Tichbourne and Marten among them. -None of them were executed; although Scoop was, who -also had yielded. The trial of the regicides commenced -on 9th October, at Hick’s Hall, Clerkenwell.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hugh Peters</span> suffered, along with <span class="smcap">John Cook</span> (the -Counsel against Charles I.) “that read the King’s -charge,” on the 16th October. He was depressed in -spirits at the last, but there was dignity in his reply to -one who insulted him in passing—“Friend, you do not -well to trample on a dying man;” and his sending a -token to his daughter awakens pity. Physically he had -failed in courage, and no wonder, to face all that was -arrayed to terrify him: or he might have justified anticipations -and “made a pulpit of the place.” His last -sermon at Newgate is said to have been “incoherent.”</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Harry Marten’s</span> private life is so generally declared -to have been licentious (dozens of ballads referring to his -“harem,” “Marten’s girl that was neither sweet nor -sound,” “Marten, back and leave your wench,” &c.), -and his old friend Cromwell when become a foe openly -taxing him as a “whoremaster,” that it is better for us -to think of him with reference to his unswerving faithfulness -in Republican opinions; his gay spirit (more resembling -the reckless indifference of Cavaliers than his own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span> -associates can have esteemed befitting); his successful -exertions on many occasions to save the shedding of -blood; and his gallant bearing in the final hours of trial. -The living death to which he was condemned, of his -twenty years imprisonment at Chepstow Castle, has been -recorded (mistakenly as <i>thirty</i>) by that devoted student -Robert Southey, <i>clarum et venerabilem nomen!</i> in a -poem which can never pass into oblivion, although cleverly -mocked by Canning in the Anti-Jacobin, Nov. 20, 1797:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For twenty years secluded from mankind</div> -<div class="verse">Here <span class="smcap">Marten</span> lingered. Often have these walls</div> -<div class="verse">Echo’d his footsteps, as with even tread</div> -<div class="verse">He paced around his prison; not to him</div> -<div class="verse">Did Nature’s fair varieties exist:</div> -<div class="verse">He never saw the sun’s delightful beams</div> -<div class="verse">Save when through yon high bars it pour’d a sad</div> -<div class="verse">And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime?</div> -<div class="verse">He had rebelled against his King, and sat</div> -<div class="verse">In judgment on him: <i>&c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">John Forster has written his memoir, and, in one of his -best moments, Wallis painted him. Here are his own last -words, sad yet firm, the old humour still apparent, if -only in the choice of verse, it being the anagram of his -name:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here, or elsewhere (all’s one to you—to me!)</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Earth, air, or water, gripes my ghostless dust,</div> -<div class="verse">None knowing when brave fire shall set it free.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Reader, if you an oft-tried rule will trust,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You’ll gladly do and suffer what you must.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My life was worn with serving you and you,</div> -<div class="verse">And death is my reward, and welcome too:</div> -<div class="verse">Revenge destroying but itself. While I</div> -<div class="verse">To birds of prey leave my old cage and fly.</div> -<div class="verse">Examples preach to th’ eye—care, then, mine says,</div> -<div class="verse">Not how you end, but how you spend your days.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Athenæ Oxonienses</i>, iii. 1243.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">As to Thomas <span class="smcap">Harrison</span>, fifth-monarchy enthusiast, firm -to the end in his adversity, he who had been ruthless in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span> -prosperity, we have already briefly referred to his closing -hours in our Introduction to <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>, -p. xxix.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">John Hewson</span>, Cobbler and Colonel, who had sat in -the illegal mockery of Judgment on King Charles, was -for the after years ridiculed by ballad-singers as a one-eyed -spoiler of good leather. He escaped the doom of -Tyburn by flight to Amsterdam, where he died in 1662. -In default of his person, his picture was hung on a gibbet -in Cheapside, 25th January, 1660-61. (See <i>Pepys’ -Diary</i> of that date.) His appearance was not undignified. -One ballad specially devoted to him, at his flight, is “A -Hymne to the Gentle Craft; or, <i>Hewson’s</i> Lamentation”:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Listen a while to what I shall say</div> -<div class="verse">Of a blind cobbler that’s gone astray</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the Parliament’s High-way,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Good people, pity the blind!</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">[verse 17.]</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now he has gone to the Lord knows whether,</div> -<div class="verse">He and this winter go together,</div> -<div class="verse">If he be caught he will lose his leather,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Good people, pity the blind!</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Rump</i>, Coll. 1662 edit., ii. 151-4.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Verse 14. Dr. John <span class="smcap">Hewit</span> with Sir Harry Slingsby had -been executed for conspiracy against Cromwell, 8th June, -1658. The Earl of Strafford’s death was May 12th, 1641; -and that of Laud, January 10th, 1644.</p> - -<p>Verse 15. <span class="smcap">Dun</span> was the name of the Hangman at this -time, frequently mentioned in the <i>Rump</i> ballads. Jack -Ketch was his successor: Gregory had been Hangman -in 1652.</p> - -<h5>Pages 134, 376. <i>I’ll go no more to the Old Exchange.</i></h5> - -<p>The <i>first</i> Royal Exchange, Sir Thomas Gresham’s -Bourse, was opened by Queen Elizabeth, January 23rd, -1570, and destroyed in the Great Fire of 1666. The -<i>second</i> was commenced on May 6th, 1667, and burnt on -January 10th, 1838. The present building, the <i>third</i>,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span> -was opened by Queen Victoria Oct., 28th, 1844. The -“Old Exchange,” often referred to in ballads, was -Gresham’s. But the “New Exchange” was one, erected -where the stables of Durham House in the Strand had -stood: opened April 11th, 1609, and removed in 1737. -King James I. had named it “Britain’s Bourse.” Built -on the model of the established Royal Exchange, it had -“cellars, a walk, and a row of shops, filled with milliners, -seamstresses, and those of similar occupations; and was -a place of fashionable resort. What, however, was intended -to rival the Royal Exchange, dwindled into frivolity -and ruin, and the site is at present [1829] occupied by a -range of handsome houses facing the Strand” (T. Allen’s -<i>Hist. and Antiq. of London</i>, iv. 254). In the ballad it is -sung of as “Haberdashers’ Hall.” Cp. Roxb. Coll., ii., -230.</p> - -<h5>Pages 152, 378. <i>There is a certain, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>This is an imperfect version of “A Woman’s Birth,” -merely the beginning, four stanzas. The whole fifteen -(eleven following ours) are reprinted by Wm. Chappell, -in the Ballad Society’s <i>Roxburghe Bds.</i>, iii. 94, 1875, from -a broadside in Roxb. Coll., i. 466, originally printed for -Francis Grove [1620-55]. 2nd verse reads:—Her husband -<i>Hymen</i>; 4th. <i>Wandring <span class="antiqua">eye</span>; insatiate</i>. The gifts -of Juno, Flora, and Diana follow; with woman’s employment -of them.</p> - -<h5>Page 172. <i>Blind Fortune, if thou, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>We find this in MS. Harleian, No. 6396, fol. 13. Also -two printed copies, in <i>Parnassus Biceps</i>, 1656, 124; and -in <i>Sportive Wit</i>, same year, p. 39. We gained the corrections, -which we inserted as <i>marginalia</i>, from the MS.; -“<i>Ceres</i> in <i>hir</i> Garland” having been corrupted into -“<i>Cealus</i> in <i>his</i>.” “<i>Aglaura</i>,” Sir John Suckling’s play, -(printed originally in 4to. 1639, with a broad margin of -blank, on which the wits made merry with epigrammes, -“By this wide margent,” &c.), appeared on April 18th,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> -1638, and is here referred to. Probably the date of the -poem is nearly as early. On p. 175 the “Pilgrimage up -<i>Holborn</i> Hill” refers to a journey from Newgate to -Tyburn. (See p. 365).</p> - -<h5>Pages 180, 379. <i>Heard you not lately of a man.</i></h5> - -<p>The Mad-Man’s Morrice; written by <span class="smcap">Humfrey Crouch</span>: -For the second part of the broad-sheet version we must -refer readers to vol. ii. page 153, of the Ballad Society’s -reprint of the <i>Roxburghe Ballads</i> (now happily arrived at -completion of the first massive folio vol. of Major Pearson’s -original pair; the bulky third and slim fourth vols. -being afterwards added). We promised to give it, and -gladly would have done so, if we had space: for it is a -trustworthy picture of a Bedlamite’s sufferings, under the -harsh treatment of former days. Date about 1635-42.</p> - -<p>To our enumeration of mad songs (<i>Westm. Droll.</i> App. -p. 9) we may add Thomas Jordan’s “I am the woefullest -madman.”</p> - -<h5><i>M. D., C.</i>, p. 198, lines 22, 23. <i>True Hearts.</i></h5> - -<p>“I’ll drink to thee a brace of quarts || Whose Anagram -is called <i>True Hearts</i>.” The Anagram of True Hearts -gives us “Stuart here!” which, like drinking “to the -King—<i>over the water</i>!” in later days by the Jacobites, -would be well understood by suspected cavaliers.</p> - -<p>In March 1659-60 appeared the anagram “Charles -Stuart: Arts Chast Rule.” Later: Awld fool, Rob the -Jews’ Shop.</p> - -<h5>Pages 255, 287. <i>When I do travel in the night.</i></h5> - -<p>Like “How happy’s the prisoner,” <i>Ibid.</i> p. 107, we trace -this so early as 1656. It is in <i>Sportive Wit</i>, p. 12, as -“When I go to revel in the night,” The Drunkard’s Song.</p> - -<h5>Pages 153 (and Introduction, ix). <i>The best of Poets, &c.</i></h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Bow Goose.</span> We have found this, (15 verses of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span> -our 18,) five years earlier, in <i>Sportive Wit</i>, 1656, p. 35. It -there begins, “The best of Poets write of Hogs, And of -<i>Ulysses</i> barking Dogs; Others of Sparrows, Flies, and -Hogs.” Our text, though later, seems to be the better, -and has three more verses: “Frogs,” in connection with -“the Best of Poets,” referring to Homer and to <i>Batrachomyomachia</i>; -supposed to be his, and translated by -George Chapman, about 1623 (of whom A. C. Swinburne -has recently written so glowing a eulogium, coupling with -it the noblest praise of Marlowe).</p> - -<h5><i>M. D., C.</i>, pp. 166, 376. <i>Now, thanks to, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Of course, the words displayed by dashes are <i>Crown</i>, -<i>Bishop</i>, <i>King</i>. To this same tune are later songs (1659-60) -in the Rump, ii. 193-200, “What a reprobate crew -is here,” &c. Wilkins prints an inferior version of 7th -line in 3rd verse, as “Take <i>Prynne</i> and his clubs, or <i>Say</i> -and his tubs,” referring to William, Viscount “Say and -Seal.” Ours reads “club, or <i>Smec</i> and his tub,” the -allusion being to <i>Smectymnuus</i>, a name compounded, like -the word <i>Cabal</i> in Charles II.’s time, of the initials of -five personal names: Ste. Marshall, Edm. Calamy, -Thos. Young, Matth. Newcomen, and Willm. Spurstow; -all preachers, who united in a book against Episcopacy -and the Liturgy. Milton, in 1641 published his <i>Animadversions -upon the Remonstrants Defence against Smectymnuus</i>; -and in 1642, <i>An Apology for Smectymnuus</i>. John -Cleveland devotes a poem to “The Club Divines,” beginning -“Smectymnuus! the Goblin makes me start.” -(<i>Poems</i>, p. 38, 1661; also in the <i>Rump</i> Coll., i. 57.)</p> - -<h5>Pages 200, 382. <i>A Story strange, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Correction:—Instead of the words “<i>Choyce Drollery</i>, -p. 31,” in first line of note (M. D., C., p. 382), read -“<i>Jovial Drollery</i> (i.e., <i>Sportive Wit</i>), p. 59.” The same -date, viz. 1656.</p> - -<h5>Pages 210-11, 384. “<i>To <span class="antiqua">Virginia</span> for Planters.</i>”</h5> - -<p>The reference here is to the proposed expedition of disheartened<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span> -Cavaliers (among whom was Wm. D’Avenant) -from France and England to the Virginian plantations. -It was defeated in 1650, the vessels having been intercepted -in the channel by the Commonwealth’s fleet. By -the way, the infamous sale into slavery of the royalist -prisoners during the war in previous years by the intolerant -Parliament, deserves the sternest reprobation.</p> - -<h5>Page 226. “<i>Sea-coal Lane.</i>”</h5> - -<p>An appropriate dower, as Sea-coal Lane in the Old -Bailey bore a similar evil repute to Turnball Street, -Drury Lane, and Kent Street, for the <i>bona-roba</i> tribe: as -“the suburbs” always did.</p> - -<h5>Pages 232, 390. <i>How poor is his spirit.</i></h5> - -<p>Written when Oliver rejected the title of King, 8th May, -1657. (See next note, on p. 254.)</p> - -<h5>Pages 254, 393. Oliver, Oliver, <i>take up thy Crown</i>.</h5> - -<p>After Cromwell’s designating the Battle of Worcester, -3rd September, 1651, his “crowning victory” many of -his more uncompromising Republicans kept a stealthy -eye upon him. Our ballad evidently refers itself to the -date of the “purified” Parliament’s “Petition and -Advice,” March 26, 1656, when Cromwell hesitated before -accepting or declining the offered title of King; thinking -(mistakenly, as we deem probable) that his position would -become more unsafe, from the jealousy and prejudices of -the army, than if he seemed contented with the name of -Protector to the Commonwealth, while holding the actual -power of sovereignty. His refusal was in April, 1657. -Hallam thinks it was not until after Worcester fight that -“he began to fix his thoughts, if not on the dignity of -royalty, yet on an equivalent right of command. Two -remarkable conversations, in which Whitelock bore a -part, seem to place beyond controversy the nature of his -designs. About the end of 1651, Whitelock himself,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span> -St. John, Widdrington, Lenthall, Harrison, Desborough, -Fleetwood, and Whalley met Cromwell, at his own -request to consider the settlement of the nation,” &c. -(<i>Constit. Hist. England</i>, cap. x. p. 237, edit. 1872.) -“Twelve months after this time in a more confidential -discourse with Whitelock alone, the general took occasion -to complain both of the chief officers of the army and of -the parliament,” &c. (<i>Ibid.</i> p. 238). The conference not -being satisfactory to Cromwell, on each occasion ended -abruptly; and Whitelock (if we may trust his own -account, which perhaps is asking too much) was little -consulted afterwards. When they had conferred the -title of Lord Protector, the right of appointing his successor -was added on 22nd May.</p> - -<h5>Pages 255, 393. <i>When I do travel, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>“With upsie freeze I line my head,” of our text, is in the -play “Cromwell’s Coronation” printed “With <i>tipsy</i> -frenzie.” But we often find the other phrase; sometimes, -as in the ballad of “The Good Fellow’s Best Beloved” -(i.e. strong drink) varied thus, “With good <i>ipse -he</i>,” (about 1633). See Bd. Soc. <i>Roxb. Bds.</i> iii. 248, -where is W. Chappell’s note, quoting Nares:—“It has -been said that <i>op-zee</i>, in Dutch, means ‘over sea,’ which -cones near to another English phrase for drunkenness, -being ‘half-seas over.’ But <i>op-zyn-fries</i> means, ‘in the -Dutch fashion,’ or <i>à la mode de Frise</i>, which perhaps is -the best interpretation of the phrase.” In Massinger and -Decker’s “Virgin Martyr,” 1622, Act ii. sc. 1, we find -the vile Spungius saying, “<i>Bacchus</i>, the God of brewed -wine and sugar, grand patron of rob-pots, <i>upsie freesie</i> -tipplers, and <i>super-naculum</i> takers,” &c. Probably -Badham’s conjecture is right, and in Hamlet, i. 4, we -should read not “up-spring,” but</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Keeps wassail, and the swaggering <span class="antiqua">upsy freeze</span>.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(<i>Cambr. Essays</i>, 1656; <i>Cambr. Shakesp.</i> viii. 30). T. -Caldecott had so early as 1620 (in <i>Spec. new edit. -Shakesp.</i> Hamlet) anticipated the guess, but not boldly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span> -He brings forward from T. Lodge’s <i>Wit’s Miserie</i>, 4to, -1596, p. 20, “Dance, leap, sing, drink, <i>upsefrize</i>.” And -again:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>For <span class="antiqua">Upsefreeze</span> he drunke from four to nine,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>So as each sense was steeped well in wine:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Yet still he kept his <span class="antiqua">rouse</span>, till he in fine</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Grew extreame sicke with hugging <span class="antiqua">Bacchus</span> shrine.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">[<i>The Shrift.</i>]</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">A new Spring shadowed in sundrie pithie Poems by -<i>Musophilus</i>, 4to. 1619, signat. l. b., where “<i>Upsefreese</i>” -is the name of the frier. Like “Wassael” and “Trinkael,” -the phrase upsie-friese, or vrijster, seems to have -been used as a toast, perhaps for “To your sweetheart.”</p> - -<h5>Pages 259, 354. <i>If none be offended.</i></h5> - -<p>The exact date of this ballad’s publication was 31st December, -1659: in <i>Thomason Collection</i>, Numero xxii., -folio, Brit. Mus.</p> - -<h5>Page 270. <i>Pray why should any, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>Probably written in 1659-60, when Monk was bridling -the Commons. “Cooks” alludes to John Cook, the -Solicitor for the Commonwealth, who at the trial of -Charles Ist. exhibited the charge of high treason. After -the Restoration, Cook was executed along with Hugh -Peters, 16th Oct., 1660, at Charing Cross.</p> - -<h5>Pages 283 (line 22), 395. <i>I have the finest Nonperel.</i></h5> - -<p>“<i>Hyrens</i>” (as earlier printed in <i>Wit and Drollery</i>, 1656, -p. 26), instead of “Syrens” of our text, is probably -correct. Ancient Pistol twice asks “Have we not <i>Hirens</i> -here?” (<i>Henry</i> IV., Part 2nd, Act ii. sc. 4). George -Peele had a play, now lost, on “The Turkish Mahomet -and Hiren the fair Greek” [1594?] In the <i>Spiritual -Navigator</i>, 1615, we learn, is a passage, “There be -Syrens in the sea of the world. <i>Syrens?</i> <i>Hirens</i>, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span> -they are now called. What a number of these syrens, -hirens, cockatrices, courteghians—in plain English, harlots—swimme -amongst us!”</p> - -<h5>Page 287. Title, “<i>Oxford Feasts.</i>”</h5> - -<p>An unfortunate misprint crept in, detected too late: for -“<i>Feasts</i>” read properly “<i>Jeasts</i>:” the old fashioned -initial <i>J</i> being barred across like <i>F</i>.</p> - -<h5>Page 293, line 11. “<i>Heresie in hops.</i>”</h5> - -<p>This must have been an established jest. Compare Introd. -to <i>M. D., C.</i>, pp. xxxi-ii. and T. Randolph’s “Fall -of the Mitre Tavern,” Cambridge, before 1635,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">“<i>The zealous students of that place</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Change of religion bear:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That this mischance may soon bring in</i> || <i>A heresy of beer.</i>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Page 295, line 24. “<i>A hundred horse.</i>”</h5> - -<p>“He that gave the King a hundred horse,” refers, no -doubt, to Sir John Suckling and his loyal service in 1642. -See introduction to <i>M. D., C.</i>, pp. xix. xx. The Answer -to “I tell thee, Jack, thou gavest the King,” there mentioned, -and probably referring to Sir John Mennis, a -carping rival although a Cavalier, has a smack of Cleveland -about it (it certainly is not Suckling’s):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I tell thee, fool, who ere thou be,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That made this fine sing-song of me,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Thou art a riming sot:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>These very lines do thee betray,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>This barren wit makes all men say</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>’Twas some rebellious Scot.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>But it’s no wonder if you sing</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Such songs of me, who am no King,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>When every blew-cap swears</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Hee’l not obey King <span class="antiqua">James</span> his Barn,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That huggs a Bishop under’s Arme,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>And hangs them in his ears.</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Had I been of your Covenant,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>You’d call me th’ son of <span class="antiqua">John</span> of <span class="antiqua">Gaunt</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>And give me t’ great renown;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But now I am <span class="antiqua">John</span> [f]or the King,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>You say I am but poor <span class="antiqua">Suckling</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>And thus you cry me down.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Well, it’s no matter what you say</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Of me or mine that run away:</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>I hold it no good fashion</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A Loyal subjects blood to spill,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>When we have knaves enough to kill</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>By force of Proclamation.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Commend me unto <span class="antiqua">Lesley</span> stout,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And his Pedlers him about,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Tell them without remorse</i> <span class="original-page">[p. 151.]</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That I will plunder all their packs</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Which they have got with their stoln knick knacks,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>With these my hundred horse.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>This holy War, this zealous firke</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Against the Bishops and the Kirk</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Is a pretended bravery;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Religion, all the world can tell,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Amongst Highlanders nere did dwell,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Its but to cloak your knavery.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Such desperate Gamesters as you be,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I cannot blame for tutoring me,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>Since all you have is down,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And every Boor forsakes his Plow,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And swears that he’l turn Gamester now</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3"><i>To venture for a Crown.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Le Prince d’Amour</i>, 1660, pp. 150, 151.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h5>Pages 296, 398 (Cp. this vol. <a href="#Page_149">p. 149</a>, line 8). <i>Now that -the Spring.</i></h5> - -<p>This is by <span class="smcap">Willm. Browne</span>, author of “Britannia’s -Pastorals.” The date is probably about fifteen years -before 1645. It is one among the “Odes, Songs, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span> -Sonnets of Wm. Browne,” in the Lansdowne MS. 777, -fol. 4 <i>reverso</i> and 5, with extra verses not used in the -Catch.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center"><i>A Rounde.</i> [1st verse sung by] All.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Now that the Spring hath fill’d our veynes</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>With kinde and actiue fire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And made green Liu’ryes for the playnes,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>and euery grove a Quire,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Sing we a Song of merry glee</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>and <span class="antiqua">Bacchus</span> fill the bowle:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>1. Then heres to thee; 2. And thou to mee</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>and euery thirsty soule.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor Care nor Sorrow ere pay’d debt</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>nor never shall doe myne;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I haue no Cradle goeing yet,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>[?2.] nor I, by this good wyne.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>No wyfe at home to send for me,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>noe hoggs are in my grounde,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Noe suit at Law to pay a fee,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Then round, old Jockey, round.</i></div> -</div> -<p class="center">All.</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Sheare sheepe that haue them, cry we still,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>But see that noe man scape</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>To drink of the Sherry</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>That makes us so merry</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>and plumpe as the lusty Grape.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Lansdowne MS.</i>, No. 777.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">“Noe hoggs are in my grounds” may refer to the Catch -(if it be equally old):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Whose three Hogs are these, and whose three Hoggs are these,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>They are <span class="antiqua">John Cook’s</span>, I know by their look, for I found them in my pease.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Oh! pound them: oh pound them! But I dare not, for my life;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For if I should pound <span class="antiqua">John Cook’s</span> Hoggs, I should never kiss <span class="antiqua">John Cook’s</span> wife, &c.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Catch Club</i>, 1705, iii. 46.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span></p> - -<h5>Pages 293, 358. <i>Fetch me <span class="antiqua">Ben Jonson’s</span> scull.</i></h5> - -<p>In 1641 this was printed separately and anonymously as -“<i>A Preparative to Studie; or, the Vertue of Sack</i>,” 4to. -Ben Jonson had died in August, 1637. Line 9 reads: -dull <i>Hynde</i>; 21, Genius-making; 28, Welcome, by; -after the word “scapes” these additional lines:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I would not leave thee, Sack, to be with <span class="antiqua">Jove</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>His Nectar is but faign’d, but I doe prove</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thy more essentiall worth; I am (methinks), &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Line 46, instead of “long since,” reads “<i>of late</i>” (referring -to whom?); 38, tempt a <i>Saint</i>; 44, <i>farther</i> bliss; -53, against thy <i>foes</i> (N.B.); That <i>would</i>; and, additional, -after “horse,” in line 56, this historical allusion to -David Lesley, of the Scotch rebellion:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>I’me in the North already, <span class="antiqua">Lasley’s</span> dead,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>He that would rise, carry the King his head,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And tell him (if he aske, who kill’d the Scot)</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>I knock’t his Braines out with a pottle pot.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Out ye Rebellious vipers; I’me come back</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>From them againe, because there’s no good Sack,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>T’other odd cup, &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">By this we are guided to the true date: between May, -1639, and August, 1640.</p> - -<h5>Pages 309, 399. <i>Why should we boast.</i></h5> - -<p>Compare pp. <a href="#Page_129">129</a>, <a href="#Page_315">315</a>, of present volume, for the <i>Antidote</i> -version and note upon it. Brief references must -suffice for annotation here. See Mallory’s “<i>Morte -d’Arthur</i>,” the French <i>Lancelot du Lac</i>, and <i>Sir Tristram</i>. -Three MSS., the Auchinlech, Cambridge University, -and Caius College, preserve the romance of <i>Sir Bevis -of Hamptoun</i>, with his slaying the wild boar; his sword -<i>Morglay</i> is often mentioned, like Arthur’s <i>Excalibur</i>: -Ascapard, the thirty-feet-long giant, who after a fierce -battle becomes page to Sir Bevis. Caius Coll. MS. and -others have the story <i>Richard Cœur de Leon</i>, but the -street-ballad served equally to keep alive his fame among<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span> -the populace, <i>Coll. Old. Bds.</i> iii. 17. Wm. Ellis gives -abstracts of romances on Arthur, Guy of Warwick, Sir -Bevis, Richard Lion-heart, Sir Eglamour of Artoys, Sir -Isumbras, the Seven Wise Masters, Charlemagne and -Roland, &c., in his <i>Spec. Early English Metrical Romances</i>; -of which J. O. Halliwell writes, in 1848:—“Ellis -did for ancient romance what Percy had previously -accomplished for early poetry.” In passing, we -must not neglect to express the debt of gratitude due to -the managers of the <i>E. E. Text Soc.</i>, for giving scholarly -and trustworthy prints of so many MSS., hitherto almost -beyond reach. For <i>Orlando Inamorato</i> and <i>Orlando -Furioso</i> we must go to Boiardo and Ariosto, or the translators, -Sir John Harrington and W. Stewart Rose. -Dunlop’s <i>Hist. of Fiction</i> gives a slight notice of some of -this ballad’s heroes, including <i>Huon</i> of Bordeaux, the -French <i>Livre de Jason</i>, Prince of the Myrmidons, the -<i>Vie de Hercule</i>, the <i>Cléopâtre</i>, &c. Valentine and Orson -is said to have been written in the reign of Charles VIII., -and first printed at Lyons in 1495. SS. David, James, -and Patrick, with the rest of the Seven Champions, like -the Four Sons of Aymon, are of easy access. Cp. Warton.</p> - -<h5 id="ARTHUR">ARTHUR O’BRADLEY.</h5> - -<p class="center">(<i>Merry Droll., Com.</i>, pp. 312, 395; <i>Antidote ag. Mel.</i>, 16).</p> - -<p>Here is the five years’ earlier Song of “Arthur o’ -Bradley,” (<a href="#Page_166"><i>vide ante</i>, pp. 166-175</a>) never before reprinted, -we believe, and not mentioned by J. P. Collier, W. -Chappell, &c., when they referred to “Saw ye not -Pierce the Piper” of <i>Antidote</i> and <i>M. D., C.</i>, 1661. But -ours is the earliest-known complete version [before -1642?]:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">A SONG. <span class="original-page">[p. 81.]</span></p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">All you that desire to merry be,</div> -<div class="verse">Come listen unto me,</div> -<div class="verse">And a story I shall tell,</div> -<div class="verse">Which of a Wedding befell,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Between <i>Arthur</i> of <i>Bradley</i></div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Winifred</i> of <i>Madly</i>.</div> -<div class="verse">As <i>Arthur</i> upon a day</div> -<div class="verse">Met <i>Winifred</i> on the way,</div> -<div class="verse">He took her by the hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Desiring her to stand,</div> -<div class="verse">Saying I must to thee recite</div> -<div class="verse">A matter of [great] weight,</div> -<div class="verse">Of Love, that conquers Kings,</div> -<div class="verse">In grieved hearts so rings,</div> -<div class="verse">And if thou dost love thy Mother,</div> -<div class="verse">Love him that can love no other.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>Which is oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">For in the month of May,</div> -<div class="verse">Maidens they will say,</div> -<div class="verse">A May-pole we must have, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">∴ date before 1642.</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your helping hand we crave.</div> -<div class="verse">And when it is set in the earth,</div> -<div class="verse">The maids bring Sullybubs forth; <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">Syllabubs</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not one will touch a sup,</div> -<div class="verse">Till I begin a cup.</div> -<div class="verse">For I am the end of all</div> -<div class="verse">Of them, both great and small.</div> -<div class="verse">Then tell me yea, or nay,</div> -<div class="verse">For I can no longer stay.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Why truly <i>Arthur</i>[,] quoth she,</div> -<div class="verse">If you so minded be,</div> -<div class="verse">My good will I grant to you,</div> -<div class="verse">Or anything I can do.</div> -<div class="verse">One thing I will compell,</div> -<div class="verse">So ask my mothers good will.</div> -<div class="verse">Then from thee I never will flye,</div> -<div class="verse">Unto the day I do dye.</div> -<div class="verse">Then homeward they went with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the mother they met indeed.</div> -<div class="verse">Well met fair Dame, quoth <i>Arthur</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">To move you I am come hither,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For I am come to crave, <span class="original-page">[p. 83.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your daughter for to have,</div> -<div class="verse">For I mean to make her my wife,</div> -<div class="verse">And to live with her all my life.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The old woman shreek’d and cry’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And took her daughter aside,</div> -<div class="verse">How now daughter, quoth she,</div> -<div class="verse">Are you so forward indeed,</div> -<div class="verse">As for to marry he,</div> -<div class="verse">Without consent of me?</div> -<div class="verse">Thou never saw’st thirteen year,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor art not able I fear,</div> -<div class="verse">To take any over-sight,</div> -<div class="verse">To rule a mans house aright:</div> -<div class="verse">Why truly mother, quoth she,</div> -<div class="verse">You are mistaken in me;</div> -<div class="verse">If time do not decrease,</div> -<div class="verse">I am fifteen yeares at least.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Then <i>Arthur</i> to them did walk,</div> -<div class="verse">And broke them of their talk.</div> -<div class="verse">I tell you Dame, quoth he,</div> -<div class="verse">I can have as good as thee;</div> -<div class="verse">For when death my father did call,</div> -<div class="verse">He then did leave me all</div> -<div class="verse">His barrels and his brooms,</div> -<div class="verse">And a dozen of wo[o]den spoones,</div> -<div class="verse">Dishes six or seven,</div> -<div class="verse">Besides an old spade, even</div> -<div class="verse">A brasse pot and whimble,</div> -<div class="verse">A pack-needle and thimble,</div> -<div class="verse">A pudding prick and reele,</div> -<div class="verse">And my mothers own sitting wheele;</div> -<div class="verse">And also there fell to my lot</div> -<div class="verse">A goodly mustard pot.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With O brave</i> Arthur, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The old woman made a reply,</div> -<div class="verse">With courteous modesty,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> -<div class="verse">If needs it must so be,</div> -<div class="verse">To the match I will agree.</div> -<div class="verse">For [when] death doth me call,</div> -<div class="verse">I then will leave her all;</div> -<div class="verse">For I have an earthen flaggon,</div> -<div class="verse">Besides a three-quart noggin,</div> -<div class="verse">With spickets and fossets five,</div> -<div class="verse">Besides an old bee-hive;</div> -<div class="verse">A wooden ladle and maile,</div> -<div class="verse">And a goodly old clouting paile;</div> -<div class="verse">Of a chaff bed I am well sped,</div> -<div class="verse">And there the Bride shall be wed,</div> -<div class="verse">And every night shall wear</div> -<div class="verse">A bolster stufft with haire,</div> -<div class="verse">A blanket for the Bride,</div> -<div class="verse">And a winding sheet beside,</div> -<div class="verse">And hemp, if he will it break, <span class="original-page">[p. 85.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">New curtaines for to make.</div> -<div class="verse">To make all [well] too, I have</div> -<div class="verse">Stories gay and brave.</div> -<div class="verse">Of all the world so fine,</div> -<div class="verse">With oh brave eyes of mine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">When <i>Arthur</i> his wench obtained,</div> -<div class="verse">And all his suits had gained,</div> -<div class="verse">A joyfull man was he,</div> -<div class="verse">As any that you could see.</div> -<div class="verse">Then homeward he went with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">Till he met with her indeed.</div> -<div class="verse">Two neighbours then did take</div> -<div class="verse">To bid guests for his sake;</div> -<div class="verse">For dishes and all such ware,</div> -<div class="verse">You need not take any care.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">To the Church they went apace,</div> -<div class="verse">And wisht they might have grace,</div> -<div class="verse">After the Parson to say,</div> -<div class="verse">And not stumble by the way;</div> -<div class="verse">For that was all their doubt,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That either of them should be out.</div> -<div class="verse">And when that they were wed,</div> -<div class="verse">And each of them well sped,</div> -<div class="verse">The Bridegroom home he ran,</div> -<div class="verse">And after him his man, <span class="original-page">[p. 86.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And after him the Bride,</div> -<div class="verse">Full joyfull at the tyde,</div> -<div class="verse">As she was plac’d betwixt</div> -<div class="verse">Two yeomen of the Guests,</div> -<div class="verse">And he was neat and fine,</div> -<div class="verse">For he thought him at that time</div> -<div class="verse">Sufficient in every thing,</div> -<div class="verse">To wait upon a King.</div> -<div class="verse">But at the doore he did not miss</div> -<div class="verse">To give her a smacking kiss.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">To dinner they quickly gat,</div> -<div class="verse">The Bride betwixt them sat,</div> -<div class="verse">The Cook to the Dresser did call,</div> -<div class="verse">The young men then run all,</div> -<div class="verse">And thought great dignity</div> -<div class="verse">To carry up Furmety.</div> -<div class="verse">Then came leaping <i>Lewis</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And he call’d hard for Brewis;</div> -<div class="verse">Stay, quoth <i>Davy Rudding</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou go’st too fast with th’ pudding.</div> -<div class="verse">Then came <i>Sampson Seal</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And he carry’d Mutton and Veal;</div> -<div class="verse">The old woman scolds full fast,</div> -<div class="verse">To the Cook she makes great hast,</div> -<div class="verse">And him she did controul,</div> -<div class="verse">And swore that the Porridge was cold.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave</i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">My Masters a while be brief,</div> -<div class="verse">Who taketh up the Beef?</div> -<div class="verse">Then came <i>William Dickins</i>, <span class="original-page">[p. 87.]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And carries the Snipes & Chickens.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Bartholomew</i> brought up the Mustard,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Caster</i> he carry’d the Custard.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> -<div class="verse">In comes <i>Roger Boore</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">He carry’d up Rabbets before:</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth <i>Roger</i>, I’le give thee a Cake,</div> -<div class="verse">If thou wilt carry the Drake.</div> -<div class="verse">[1] Speak not more nor less,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor of the greatest mess,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor how the Bride did carve,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor how the Groom did serve</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">But when that they had din’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Then every man had wine;</div> -<div class="verse">The maids they stood aloof,</div> -<div class="verse">While the young men made a proof.</div> -<div class="verse">Who had the nimblest heele,</div> -<div class="verse">Or who could dance so well,</div> -<div class="verse">Till <i>Hob</i> of the hill fell over, <span class="note">[<span class="smaller">? oe’r</span>]</span></div> -<div class="verse">And over him three or four.</div> -<div class="verse">Up he got at last,</div> -<div class="verse">And forward about he past;</div> -<div class="verse">At <i>Rowland</i> he kicks and grins,</div> -<div class="verse">And he [<span class="smaller">? hit</span>] <i>William</i> ore the shins;</div> -<div class="verse">He takes not any offence,</div> -<div class="verse">But fleeres upon his wench.</div> -<div class="verse">The Piper he play’d [a] Fadding,</div> -<div class="verse">And they ran all a gadding.</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><i>With oh brave <span class="antiqua">Arthur [o’ Bradley]</span></i>, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(“<i>Wits Merriment</i>,” 1656, pp. 81-7.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The often mentioned “Arthur o’ Bradley’s Wedding,” -a modern version attributed to Mr. Taylor, the actor and -singer, is given, not only in <i>Songs and Ballads of the -Peasantry</i>, &c., (p. 139 of R. Bell’s Annot. ed.), collected -by J. H. Dixon; but also in Berger’s <i>Red, White, and -Blue Monster Songbook</i>, p. 394, where the music arranged -by S. Hale is stated to be “at Walker’s.”</p> - -<h5>Pages 326, 402. <i>Why should we not laugh?</i></h5> - -<p>The reference to “Goldsmith’s Hall” (<a href="#Page_363">see p. 363</a>), where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span> -a Roundhead Committee sate in 1647, and later, for -the spoliation of Royalists’ estates, levying of fines and -acceptance of “Compounders” money, dates the song.</p> - -<h5>Pages 328, 402. <i>Now we are met.</i></h5> - -<p>If we are to reckon the “twelve years together by the -ears” from January 4, 1641-2, the abortive attempt of -Charles I. to arrest at the House “the Five Members” -(Pym, Hampden, Haslerig, Denzil Holles, and Strode), -we may guess the date of this ballad to be 1653-4. Verse -14 mentions Oliver breaking the Long Parliament (20th -April, 1653); and verses 15, 16 refer to the Little, or -“Barebones Parliament” July 4, to 2nd December, 1653, -(when power was resigned into the hands of Cromwell). -Shortly after this, but certainly before Sept. 3rd, 1654 -(when the next Parliament, more impracticable and -persecuting, met), must be the true date of the ballad. -“<i>Robin</i> the Fool” is “Robin Wisdom,” Robert Andrews. -“<i>Fair</i>” is Thomas Lord Fairfax the “Croysado-General.” -“Cowardly W——” is probably Philip, Lord Wharton, a -Puritan, and Derby-House committee-man; of inferior -renown to Atkins in unsavoury matters; but whose own -regiment ran away at Edgehill: Wharton then took -refuge in a saw-pit. President <i>Bradshaw</i> died 22nd Nov., -1659. Dr. Isaac <span class="smcap">Dorislaus</span>, Professor of History at -Cambridge, and of Gresham College, apostatized from -Charles I., and was sent as agent by the Commons to -the Hague, where he was in June, 1649, assassinated by -some cavaliers, falsely reported to be commissioned by -the gallant Montrose (see the ballad “What though -lamented, curst,” &c., in King’s Pamphlets, Brit. Mus.).</p> - -<p>“<i>Askew</i>,” is “one Ascham a Scholar, who had been -concerned in drawing up the King’s Tryal, and had -written a book,” &c., (Clarendon, iii. 369, 1720). This -Anthony Ascham, sent as Envoy to Spain from the Parliament -in 1649, was slain at Madrid by some Irish officers, -(Rapin:) of whom only one, a Protestant, was executed. -See <i>Harl. Misc.</i> vi. 236-47. All which helped to cause -the war with Spain in 1656.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span></p> - -<p>Harry Marten’s evil repute as to women, and lawyer -Oliver St. John’s building his house with stones plundered -from Peterborough Cathedral, were common topics. -“The women’s war,” often referred to as the “bodkin -and thimble army,” of 1647, was so called because the -“Silly women,” influenced by those who “crept into their -houses,” gave up their rings, silver bodkins, spoons and -thimbles for support of Parliamentary troops.</p> - -<h5>Page 332, line 2.</h5> - -<p>We should for <i>Our</i> read <i>Only</i>.</p> - -<h5>Page 348, line 10. “Old Lilly.”</h5> - -<p>An allusion to William Lilly’s predictive almanacks, -shewing that this Catch was not much earlier in date -than Hilton’s book, 1652. Lilly was the original of -Butler’s “Cunning man, hight Sidrophel” in <i>Hudibras</i>, -Part 2nd, Canto 3. Compare note, p. 353.</p> - -<h5>Page 361 (Appendix), line 5.</h5> - -<p>For misprint <i>alterem</i>, read <i>alteram</i>.</p> - -<h5>Page 394 (Appendix), <i>New England, &c.</i></h5> - -<p>References should be added to the <i>Rump</i> Coll., 1662, i. 95, -and <i>Loyal Songs</i>, 1731, i. 92. “Isaack,” is probably Isaac -Pennington. Hampden and others were meditating this -<i>journey to New England</i>, until stopped, most injudiciously, -by an order in Council, dated April 6, 1638.</p> - -<p class="mt3">We here give our additional Note, on the “Sessions of -the Poets,” reserved from <a href="#Page_376">p. 376</a>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4 id="APPENDIX_4_3">§ 3.—SESSIONS OF POETS.</h4> - -<p>We believe that Sir John Suckling’s Poem, sometimes -called “A Sessions of Wit,” was written in 1636-7; -almost certainly before the death of Ben Jonson (6th -August, 1637). Among its predecessors were Richard -Barnfield’s “Remembrance of some English Poets,” -1598 (given in present volume, <a href="#Page_273">p. 273</a>); and Michael -Drayton’s “Censure of the Poets,” being a Letter in -couplets, addressed to his friend Henry Reynolds; and -the striking lines, “On the Time-Poets,” pp. 5-7 of -<i>Choyce Drollery</i>, 1656. The latter we have seen to be -anonymous; but they were not impossibly by that very -Henry Reynolds, friend of Drayton; although of this -authorship no evidence has yet arisen. Of George -Daniel’s unprinted “Vindication of Poesie,” 1636-47, -we have given specimens on pp. <a href="#Page_272">272</a>, <a href="#Page_280">280-1</a>, and <a href="#Page_331">331-2</a>. -Later than Suckling (who died in 1642), another author -gave in print “The Great Assizes Holden in Parnassus -by Apollo and his Assessors:” at which Sessions are -arraigned Mercurius Britannicus, &c., Feb. 11th, 1644-5. -This has been attributed to George Wither; most erroneously, -as we believe. The mis-appropriation has -arisen, probably, from the fact of Wither’s name being -earliest on the roll of Jurymen summoned:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Hee, who was called first in all the List,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">George Withers</span> hight, entitled Satyrist;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then <span class="antiqua">Cary</span>, <span class="antiqua">May</span>, and <span class="antiqua">Davenant</span> were called forth,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Renowned Poets all, and men of worth,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>If wit may passe for worth: Then <span class="antiqua">Sylvester</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Sands</span>, <span class="antiqua">Drayton</span>, <span class="antiqua">Beaumont</span>, <span class="antiqua">Fletcher</span>, <span class="antiqua">Massinger</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Shakespeare</span>, and <span class="antiqua">Heywood</span>, Poets good and free,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Dramatick writers all, but the first three:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>These were empanell’d all, and being sworne</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>A just and perfect verdict to return</i>,” <i>&c.</i> (p. 9.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>George Wither was quite capable of placing himself -first on the list, in such a manner, we admit; but it is -incredible to us that, if he had been the author, he could<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> -have described himself so insultingly as we find in the -following lines, and elsewhere:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent8">“<i>he did protest</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That <span class="antiqua">Wither</span> was a cruell Satyrist;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And guilty of the same offence and crime,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Whereof he was accused at this time:</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Therefore for him hee thought it fitter farre,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To stand as a Delinquent at the barre,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Then to bee now empanell’d in a Jury.</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">George Withers</span> then, with a Poetick fury,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Began to bluster, but <span class="antiqua">Apollo’s</span> frowne</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Made him forbeare, and lay his choler downe.</i>”</div> -</div> -<div class="attr">(<i>Ibid</i>, p. 11.)</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Two much more sparkling and interesting “Sessions of -Poets” afterwards appeared, to the tune of Ben Jonson’s -“Cook Laurel.” The first of these begins:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i><span class="antiqua">Apollo</span>, concern’d to see the Transgressions</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Our paltry Poets do daily commit,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Gave orders once more to summon a Sessions,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Severely to punish th’ Abuses of Wit.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Will d’Avenant</span> would fain have been Steward o’ the Court,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>To have fin’d and amerc’d each man at his will;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>But <span class="antiqua">Apollo</span>, it seems, had heard a Report,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That his choice of new Plays did show h’ had no skill.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Besides, some Criticks had ow’d him a spite,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>And a little before had made the God fret,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>By letting him know the Laureat did write</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That damnable Farce, ‘<span class="antiqua">The House to be Let</span>.’</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Intelligence was brought, the Court being set</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>That a Play Tripartite was very near made;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Where malicious <span class="antiqua">Matt. Clifford</span>, and spirituall <span class="antiqua">Spratt</span>,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Were join’d with their Duke, a Peer of the Trade,” &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">The author did not avow himself. It must have been -written, we hold, in 1664-5. The second is variously -attributed to John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, and to -George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, being printed in -the works of both. It begins:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Since the Sons of the Muses grew num’rous and loud,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>For th’ appeasing so factious and clam’rous a crowd,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i><span class="antiqua">Apollo</span> thought fit in so weighty a cause,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>T’ establish a government, leader, and laws,” &c.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">Assembled near Parnassus, Dryden, Etherege, Wycherley, -Shadwell, Nat Lee, Settle, Otway, Crowne, Mrs. -Aphra Behn, Rawlins, Tom D’Urfey, and Betterton, are -in the other verses sketched with point and vivacity; but -in malicious satire. It was probably written in 1677. -Clever as are these two later “Sessions,” they do not -equal Suckling’s, in genial spirit and unforced cheerfulness.</p> - -<p>We need not here linger over the whimsical Trial of -Tom D’Urfey and Tom Brown (who squabbled between -themselves, by the bye), in a still later “Sessions of the -Poets Holden at the foot of Parnassus Hill, July the 9th, -1696: London, printed for E. Whitlock, near Stationers’ -Hall, 1696”:—a mirthful squib, which does not lay claim -to be called poetry. Nor need we do more than mention -“A Trip to <i>Parnassus</i>; or, the Judgment of <i>Apollo</i> on -Dramatic Authors and Performers. A Poem. London, -1788”—which deals with the two George Colmans, -Macklin, Macnally, Lewis, &c. Coming to our own -century, it is enough to particularize Leigh Hunt’s -“Feast of the Poets;” printed in his “Reflector,” -December, 1811, and afterwards much altered, generally -with improvement (especially in the exclusion of the -spiteful attack on Walter Scott). It begins—<i>“’Tother -day as Apollo sat pitching his darts,” &c.</i> In 1837 Leigh -Hunt wrote another such versical review, viz., “Blue-Stocking -Revels; or, The Feast of the Violets.” This -was on the numerous “poetesses,” but it cannot be -deemed successful. Far superior to it is the clever and -interesting “Fable for Critics,” since written by James -Russell Lowell in America.</p> - -<p>Both as regards its own merit, and as being the parent -of many others (none of which has surpassed, or even -equalled it), Sir John Suckling’s “Sessions of Poets” -must always remain famous. We have not space remaining -at command to annotate it with the fulness it -deserves.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4>ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS.</h4> - -<p>The type-ornaments in <i>Choyce Drollery</i> reprint are -merely substitutes for the ruder originals, and are not in -<i>fac-simile</i>, as were the Initial Letters on pages 5 and 7 of -our <i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i> reprint.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_42">Page 42</a>, line 6, “a Lockeram Band:” Lockram, a -cheap sort of linen, see J. O. Halliwell’s valuable <i>Dictionary -of Archaic and Provincial Words</i>, p. 525, edit. -1874. To this, and to the same author’s 1876 edition of -Archdeacon <i>Nares Glossary</i>, we refer readers for other -words.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_73">Page 73-77</a>, <a href="#Page_297">297</a>, <i>Marchpine</i>, or <i>Marchpane</i>, biscuits -often made in fantastic figures of birds or flowers, of -sweetened almonds, &c. <i>Scettuall</i>, or <i>Setiwall</i>, the -Garden Valerian. <i>Bausons</i>, i.e. badgers. <i>Cockers</i>; -boots. Verse fifth omitted from <i>Choyce Drollery</i>, runs:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Her features all as fresh above,</div> -<div class="verse">As is the grass that grows by <i>Dove</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lythe as lass of <i>Kent</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">Her skin as soft as <i>Lemster</i> wool,</div> -<div class="verse">As white as snow on <i>Peakish Hull</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or Swan that swims in <i>Trent</i>.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>A few typographical errors crept into sheet G (owing to -an accident in the Editor’s final collation with original). -<a href="#Page_81">P. 81</a>, line 2, read <i>Blacke</i>; line 20, Shaft; <a href="#Page_85">p. 85</a>, line 3, -Unlesse; <a href="#Page_86">p. 86</a>, line 5, Physitian; line 17, that Lawyer’s; -<a href="#Page_87">p. 87</a>, line 9, That wil stick to the Laws; <a href="#Page_88">p. 88</a>, line 8, -O that’s a companion; <a href="#Page_90">p. 90</a>, first line, <i>basenesse</i>; line -23, nature; <a href="#Page_91">p. 91</a>, line 13, add a comma after the word -blot; <a href="#Page_94">p. 94</a>, line 13, Scepter; <a href="#Page_96">p. 96</a>, line 10, Of this; <a href="#Page_97">p. -97</a>, line 15, For feare; <a href="#Page_99">p. 99</a>, line 6, add a comma; <a href="#Page_100">p. -100</a>, line 13, finde. These are all <i>single-letter</i> misprints.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_269">Page 269</a>, line 14, for <i>encreasing</i>, read <i>encreaseth</i>; and -end line 28 with a comma.</p> - -<p>I. H. in line 35, are the initials of the author, “Iohn -Higins.”</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_270">Page 270</a>, line 9, add the words—“It is by Sir Wm. -Davenant, and entitled ‘The Dying Lover.’”</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_275">Page 275</a>, penultimate line, read <i>Poet-Beadle</i>. <a href="#Page_277">P. 277</a>, -l. 17, for 1698 read 1598.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span></p> - -<p><a href="#Page_281">Page 281</a>, line 20, for <i>liveth</i>, read <i>lives</i>; <i>claime</i>.</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_289">Page 289</a>, after line 35, add—“Page 45, ‘<i>As I went to</i> -Totnam.’ This is given with the music, in Tom D’Urfey’s -<i>Pills to purge Melancholy</i>, p. 180, of 1700 and -1719 (vol. iv.) editions; beginning ‘As I came from -<i>Tottingham</i>.’ The tune is named ‘Abroad as I was -walking.’ Page 52, <i>He that a Tinker</i>; Music by Dr. Jn. -Wilson.”</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_330">Page 330</a>, after line 10, add—“<i>Fly, boy, fly</i>: Music by -Simon Ives, in Playford’s <i>Select Ayres</i>, 1659, p. 90.”</p> - -<p>The date of “The Zealous Puritan,” <i>M. D. C.</i>, p. 95, -was 1639. “He that intends,” &c., <i>Ibid.</i>, p. 342, is the -<i>Vituperium Uxoris</i>, by John Cleveland, written before -1658 (<i>Poems</i>, 1661, p. 169).</p> - -<p>“Love should take no wrong,” in <i>Westminster-Drollery</i>, -1671, i. 90, dates back seventy years, to 1601: -with music by Robert Jones, in his Second Book of -Songs, Song 5.</p> - -<p>Introduction to Merry Drollery (our second volume) -p. xxii. lines 20, 21. Since writing the above, we have -had the pleasure of reading the excellent “Memoir of -Barbara, Duchess of Cleveland,” and the “Althorp -Memoirs,” by G. Steinman Steinman, Esq., F. S. A., -(printed for Private Circulation, 1871, 1869); by the -former work, p. 22, we are led to discredit Mrs. Jameson’s -assertion that the night of May 29, 1660, was spent by -Charles II. in the house of Sir Samuel Morland at Vauxhall. -“This knight and friend of the King’s <i>may</i> have -had a residence in the parish of Lambeth before the -Restoration, but as he was an Under Secretary of State -at the time, it is more probable that he lived in London; -and <i>as he did not obtain from the Crown a lease of Vauxhall -mansion and grounds until April 19, 1675</i>, the -foundations of a very improbable story, whoever originated -it, are considerably shaken.” Mr. Steinman inclines to -believe the real place of meeting was Whitehall. He -has given a list of Charles II.’s male companions in the -Court at Bruges, with short biographies, in the <i>Archæologia</i>, -xxxv. pp. 335-349. We knew not of this list when -writing our Introduction to <i>Choyce Drollery</i>.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/phoenix.jpg" width="300" height="250" alt="Phoenix" /> -<p class="caption">The Phœnix (emblematical of the Restoration) is adapted -from Spenser’s Works, 1611.</p> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header14.jpg" width="500" height="90" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4 id="APPENDIX_4_4">TABLE OF FIRST LINES<br /> -In “Merry Drollery,” 1661, 1670, 1691<br /> -(<i>Now first added.</i>)</h4> - -<p>[The Songs and Poems <i>peculiar to the first edition</i>, -1661 (having been afterwards omitted), are here distinguished -by being printed in Roman type. They are -all contained <i>in the present volume</i>. Those that were -added, in the later editions only, have no number attached -to them in our first column of pages, viz. for 1661. The -third edition, in 1691, was no more than a re-issue of the -1670 edition, with a fresh title-page to disguise it, in pretence -of novelty (<a href="#Page_345">see p. 345, <i>ante</i></a>). The outside column -refers to our Reprint of the “Drolleries;” but where the -middle column is blank, as shewing the song was not repeated -in 1670 and 1691, our Reprint-page belongs to the -<i>present volume</i>. The “Reserved Pieces,” given only in -Supplement, bear the letter “R” (for the extra sheet, -signed R*).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span>]</p> - -<table summary="Index of the “Merry Drollery” by first line and edition"> - <tr> - <td><span class="smcap">First Lines.</span></td> - <td class="tdr smaller">[In Editions]</td> - <td class="tdpg smaller">1661</td> - <td class="tdpg smaller">1670</td> - <td class="tdpg smaller">1875</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Brewer may be a Burgess</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">70</td> - <td class="tdpg">252</td> - <td class="tdpg">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A fig for Care, why should we</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">217</td> - <td class="tdpg">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Fox, a Fox, up gallants</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">29</td> - <td class="tdpg">38</td> - <td class="tdpg">38</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Maiden of late, whose name</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">160</td> - <td class="tdpg">170</td> - <td class="tdpg">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Pox on the Jaylor, and on his</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">289</td> - <td class="tdpg">289</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Puritan of late</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">2</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">195</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Session was held the other day</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">68</td> - <td class="tdpg">72</td> - <td class="tdpg">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Story strange I will you tell</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">12</td> - <td class="tdpg">200</td> - <td class="tdpg">200</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span>A young man of late</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">27</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A young man that’s in love</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">34</td> - <td class="tdpg">42</td> - <td class="tdpg">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A young man walking all alone</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">32</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>After so many sad mishaps</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">112</td> - <td class="tdpg">118</td> - <td class="tdpg">118</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>After the pains of a desperate Lover</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">171</td> - <td class="tdpg">171</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Ah, ah, come see what’s</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">30</td> - <td class="tdpg">40</td> - <td class="tdpg">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>All in the Land of <span class="antiqua">Essex</span></i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">48</td> - <td class="tdpg">56</td> - <td class="tdpg">56</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Am I mad, O noble <span class="antiqua">Festus</span>?</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">50</td> - <td class="tdpg">234</td> - <td class="tdpg">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i><span class="antiqua">Amarillis</span> told her swain</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">8</td> - <td class="tdpg">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among the Purifidian sect</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">103</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">243</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Are you grown so melancholy?</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">101</td> - <td class="tdpg">286</td> - <td class="tdpg">286</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Aske me no more why there appears</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">62</td> - <td class="tdpg">70</td> - <td class="tdpg">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i><span class="antiqua">Bacchus</span> I am, come from</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">61</td> - <td class="tdpg">69</td> - <td class="tdpg">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Be merry in sorrow</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">1<sup>b</sup></td> - <td class="tdpg">6</td> - <td class="tdpg">8</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Be not thou so foolish nice</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">61</td> - <td class="tdpg">69</td> - <td class="tdpg">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Blind Fortune, if thou want’st</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">163</td> - <td class="tdpg">172</td> - <td class="tdpg">172</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Bring forth your Cunny-skins</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">8</td> - <td class="tdpg">196</td> - <td class="tdpg">196</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>But since it was lately enacted</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">24</td> - <td class="tdpg">212</td> - <td class="tdpg">212</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Call for the Master, oh, this</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">9</td> - <td class="tdpg">11</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Call <span class="antiqua">George</span> again, boy</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">118</td> - <td class="tdpg">304</td> - <td class="tdpg">304</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Calm was the evening, and clear</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">220</td> - <td class="tdpg">220</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Calm was the evening, and clear</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">292</td> - <td class="tdpg">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Cast your caps and cares aside</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">87</td> - <td class="tdpg">92</td> - <td class="tdpg">92</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, Drawer, and fill us about</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">80</td> - <td class="tdpg">263</td> - <td class="tdpg">263</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, Drawer, some wine</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">29</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, Drawer, turn about the b.</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">86</td> - <td class="tdpg">268</td> - <td class="tdpg">268</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, Drawer, come, fill us</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">3</td> - <td class="tdpg">190</td> - <td class="tdpg">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, faith, let’s frolick</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">65</td> - <td class="tdpg">246</td> - <td class="tdpg">246</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, hither, my own sweet</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">106</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">247</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, Imp Royal, come away</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">45</td> - <td class="tdpg">231</td> - <td class="tdpg">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, <span class="antiqua">Jack</span>, let’s drink a pot of Ale</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">45</td> - <td class="tdpg">52</td> - <td class="tdpg">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span><i>Come, let us drink, the time invites</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">93</td> - <td class="tdpg">97</td> - <td class="tdpg">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, let’s purge our brains</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">114</td> - <td class="tdpg">121</td> - <td class="tdpg">121</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, my dainty Doxies, my Dove</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">44</td> - <td class="tdpg">230</td> - <td class="tdpg">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, my <span class="antiqua">Daphne</span>, come away</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">86</td> - <td class="tdpg">91</td> - <td class="tdpg">91</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, my delicate, bonny sweet</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">23</td> - <td class="tdpg">34</td> - <td class="tdpg">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Cook <span class="antiqua">Laurel</span> would needs have</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">26</td> - <td class="tdpg">214</td> - <td class="tdpg">14</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Discoveries of late have been</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">33</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>f</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Doctors, lay by your irkesome</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">41</td> - <td class="tdpg">48</td> - <td class="tdpg">48</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair Lady, for your New Year’s</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">81</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>n</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Fetch me <span class="antiqua">Ben Johnson’s</span> scull</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">293</td> - <td class="tdpg">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From <i>Essex</i> Anabaptist Laws</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">38</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">241</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>From hunger and cold, who lives</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">9</td> - <td class="tdpg">197</td> - <td class="tdpg">197</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>From <span class="antiqua">Mahomet</span> and Paganisme</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">164</td> - <td class="tdpg">174</td> - <td class="tdpg">174</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>From the fair <span class="antiqua">Lavinian</span> shore</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">291</td> - <td class="tdpg">291</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>From what you call’t Town</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">191</td> - <td class="tdpg">182</td> - <td class="tdpg">182</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Full forty times over I have, &c.</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">61</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>i</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Gather your rosebuds while</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">11</td> - <td class="tdpg">199</td> - <td class="tdpg">199</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Go, you tame Gallants</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">57</td> - <td class="tdpg">242</td> - <td class="tdpg">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>God bless my good Lord Bishop</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">166</td> - <td class="tdpg">176</td> - <td class="tdpg">176</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Good Lord, what a pass is this</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">75</td> - <td class="tdpg">79</td> - <td class="tdpg">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Had she not care enough</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">211</td> - <td class="tdpg">211</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Hang Chastity! it is</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">88</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">220</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Have you observed the Wench</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">141</td> - <td class="tdpg">332</td> - <td class="tdpg">332</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>He is a fond Lover, that doateth</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">62</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>l</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>He that a happy life would lead</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">147</td> - <td class="tdpg">339</td> - <td class="tdpg">339</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>He that intends to take a wife</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">153</td> - <td class="tdpg">342</td> - <td class="tdpg">342</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Heard you not lately of a man</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">169</td> - <td class="tdpg">180</td> - <td class="tdpg">180</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Here’s a health unto his Majesty</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">212</td> - <td class="tdpg">212</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hey, ho, have at all!</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">168</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>e</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Hold, quaff no more</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">19</td> - <td class="tdpg">210</td> - <td class="tdpg">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>How happy is the Prisoner</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">101</td> - <td class="tdpg">107</td> - <td class="tdpg">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span><i>How poor is his spirit</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">48</td> - <td class="tdpg">232</td> - <td class="tdpg">232</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I am a bonny <span class="antiqua">Scot</span>, Sir</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">119</td> - <td class="tdpg">127</td> - <td class="tdpg">127</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I am a Rogue, and a stout one</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">16</td> - <td class="tdpg">204</td> - <td class="tdpg">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I came unto a Puritan to woo</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">73</td> - <td class="tdpg">77</td> - <td class="tdpg">77</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I doat, I doat, but am a sot</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">53</td> - <td class="tdpg">237</td> - <td class="tdpg">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I dreamt my Love lay in her bed</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">11</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">197</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I have reason to fly thee</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">97</td> - <td class="tdpg">281</td> - <td class="tdpg">281</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I have the fairest Non-perel</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">99</td> - <td class="tdpg">283</td> - <td class="tdpg">283</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I loved a maid—she loved not me</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">151</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>p</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I marvel, <span class="antiqua">Dick</span>, that having been</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">46</td> - <td class="tdpg">54</td> - <td class="tdpg">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I mean to speak of <i>England’s</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">85</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">218</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I met with the Divel in the shape</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">103</td> - <td class="tdpg">109</td> - <td class="tdpg">109</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I pray thee, Drunkard, get thee</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">119</td> - <td class="tdpg">306</td> - <td class="tdpg">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I tell thee, <span class="antiqua">Kit</span>, where I have been</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">317</td> - <td class="tdpg">317</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I went from <i>England</i> into <i>France</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">64</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If any one do want a House</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">64</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>m</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>If any so wise is, that Sack</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">157</td> - <td class="tdpg">348</td> - <td class="tdpg">348</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>If every woman were served in her</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">80</td> - <td class="tdpg">85</td> - <td class="tdpg">85</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>If none be offended with the scent</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">77</td> - <td class="tdpg">259</td> - <td class="tdpg">259</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If that you will hear of a ditty</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">149</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>If thou wilt know how to chuse</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">21</td> - <td class="tdpg">32</td> - <td class="tdpg">32</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If you will give ear</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">46</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>g</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I’ll go no more to the Old Exchange</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">126</td> - <td class="tdpg">134</td> - <td class="tdpg">134</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I’ll sing you a sonnet, that ne’er</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">66</td> - <td class="tdpg">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I’ll tell thee, <span class="antiqua">Dick</span>, where I have</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">97</td> - <td class="tdpg">101</td> - <td class="tdpg">101</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I’ll tell you a story, that never w. t.</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">123</td> - <td class="tdpg">131</td> - <td class="tdpg">131</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>In Eighty-eight, e’er I was born</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">77</td> - <td class="tdpg">82</td> - <td class="tdpg">82</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>In the merry month of <span class="antiqua">May</span></i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">99</td> - <td class="tdpg">99</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>It chanced not long ago, as I was</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">82</td> - <td class="tdpg">264</td> - <td class="tdpg">264</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It was a man, and a jolly old man</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">95</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">222</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Ladies, I do here present you</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">55</td> - <td class="tdpg">240</td> - <td class="tdpg">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span><i>Lay by your pleading, Law</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">118</td> - <td class="tdpg">125</td> - <td class="tdpg">125</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Lay by your pleading, Love lies a</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">4</td> - <td class="tdpg">191</td> - <td class="tdpg">191</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Let dogs and divels die</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">31</td> - <td class="tdpg">41</td> - <td class="tdpg">41</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Let Souldiers fight for praise</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">31</td> - <td class="tdpg">218</td> - <td class="tdpg">218</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Let the Trumpet sound</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">142</td> - <td class="tdpg">333</td> - <td class="tdpg">333</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Let’s call, and drink the cellar dry</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">130</td> - <td class="tdpg">138</td> - <td class="tdpg">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Listen, lordings, to my story</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">32</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mine own sweet honey bird</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">153</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>c</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My bretheren all attend</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">91</td> - <td class="tdpg">95</td> - <td class="tdpg">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Lodging is on the cold ground</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">290</td> - <td class="tdpg">290</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Masters, give audience</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">91</td> - <td class="tdpg">275</td> - <td class="tdpg">275</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Mistris is a shittle-cock</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">51</td> - <td class="tdpg">60</td> - <td class="tdpg">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Mistris is in Musick</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">154</td> - <td class="tdpg">163</td> - <td class="tdpg">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Mistris, whom in heart</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">107</td> - <td class="tdpg">113</td> - <td class="tdpg">113</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Nay, out upon this fooling</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">79</td> - <td class="tdpg">84</td> - <td class="tdpg">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Nay, prithee, don’t fly me</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">25</td> - <td class="tdpg">36</td> - <td class="tdpg">36</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Ne’er trouble thy self at the times</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">219</td> - <td class="tdpg">219</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Nick Culpepper</i> and <i>William Lilly</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">56</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>No man Love’s fiery passion</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">1</td> - <td class="tdpg">187</td> - <td class="tdpg">187</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>No sooner were the doubtful people</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">58</td> - <td class="tdpg">243</td> - <td class="tdpg">243</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Now, gentlemen, if you will hear</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">18</td> - <td class="tdpg">29</td> - <td class="tdpg">29</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Now I am married, Sir <span class="antiqua">John</span></i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">96</td> - <td class="tdpg">280</td> - <td class="tdpg">280</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Now, I confess, I am in love</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">1</td> - <td class="tdpg">5</td> - <td class="tdpg">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now <i>Lambert’s</i> sunk, and gallant</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">12</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">198</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Now thanks to the Powers below</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">156</td> - <td class="tdpg">166</td> - <td class="tdpg">166</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Now that the Spring has filled</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">110</td> - <td class="tdpg">296</td> - <td class="tdpg">296</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Now we are met in a knot</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">138</td> - <td class="tdpg">328</td> - <td class="tdpg">328</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O that I could by any Chymick</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">31</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">239</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>O the wily, wily Fox</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">114</td> - <td class="tdpg">300</td> - <td class="tdpg">300</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Of all the Crafts that I do know</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">7</td> - <td class="tdpg">17</td> - <td class="tdpg">17</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Of all the rare juices</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">178</td> - <td class="tdpg">178</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span><i>Of all the Recreations, which</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">146</td> - <td class="tdpg">146</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Of all the Sciences beneath the Sun</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">129</td> - <td class="tdpg">319</td> - <td class="tdpg">319</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Of all the Sports the world doth</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">111</td> - <td class="tdpg">296</td> - <td class="tdpg">296</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Of all the Trades that ever I see</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">40</td> - <td class="tdpg">225</td> - <td class="tdpg">225</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Of an old Souldier of the Queen’s</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">20</td> - <td class="tdpg">31</td> - <td class="tdpg">31</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i><span class="antiqua">Oliver</span>, <span class="antiqua">Oliver</span>, take up thy Crown</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">72</td> - <td class="tdpg">254</td> - <td class="tdpg">254</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Once was I sad, till I grew to be</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">2<sup>b</sup></td> - <td class="tdpg">10</td> - <td class="tdpg">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Pox take you, Mistris, I’ll be gone</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">118</td> - <td class="tdpg">304</td> - <td class="tdpg">304</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Pray, why should any man</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">87</td> - <td class="tdpg">270</td> - <td class="tdpg">270</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Riding to <i>London</i>, in <i>Dunstable</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">14</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">200</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Room for a Gamester</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">10</td> - <td class="tdpg">197</td> - <td class="tdpg">197</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Room for the best Poets heroick!</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">96</td> - <td class="tdpg">100</td> - <td class="tdpg">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Saw you not <span class="antiqua">Pierce</span> the piper</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">124</td> - <td class="tdpg">312</td> - <td class="tdpg">312</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>She lay all naked in her bed</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">115</td> - <td class="tdpg">300</td> - <td class="tdpg">300</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>She lay up to the navel bare</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">116</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>o</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>She that will eat her breakfast</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">120</td> - <td class="tdpg">308</td> - <td class="tdpg">308</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Shew a room, shew a room</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">145</td> - <td class="tdpg">337</td> - <td class="tdpg">337</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Sir <span class="antiqua">Eglamore</span>, that valiant knight</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">75</td> - <td class="tdpg">257</td> - <td class="tdpg">257</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Some Christian people all give ear</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">81</td> - <td class="tdpg">87</td> - <td class="tdpg">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Some wives are good, and some</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">302</td> - <td class="tdpg">302</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Stay, shut the gate!</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">18</td> - <td class="tdpg">207</td> - <td class="tdpg">207</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Sublimest discretions have club’d</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">287</td> - <td class="tdpg">287</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The Aphorisms of <span class="antiqua">Galen</span></i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">94</td> - <td class="tdpg">277</td> - <td class="tdpg">277</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The best of Poets write of F.</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">141</td> - <td class="tdpg">153</td> - <td class="tdpg">153</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The Hunt is up, the Hunt is up</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">20</td> - <td class="tdpg">30</td> - <td class="tdpg">30</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The Proctors are two, and no more</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">105</td> - <td class="tdpg">111</td> - <td class="tdpg">111</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The Spring is coming on</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">40</td> - <td class="tdpg">47</td> - <td class="tdpg">47</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The thirsty Earth drinks up</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">22</td> - <td class="tdpg">22</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The <span class="antiqua">Turk</span> in linnen wraps</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">13</td> - <td class="tdpg">25</td> - <td class="tdpg">25</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The Wise Men were but seven</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">232</td> - <td class="tdpg">232</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The World’s a bubble, and the life</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">104</td> - <td class="tdpg">110</td> - <td class="tdpg">110</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span><i>There dwelt a Maid in the C. g.</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">37</td> - <td class="tdpg">46</td> - <td class="tdpg">46</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There is a certain idle kind of cr.</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">140</td> - <td class="tdpg">152</td> - <td class="tdpg">152</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There was a jovial Tinker</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">17</td> - <td class="tdpg">27</td> - <td class="tdpg">27</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was a Lady in this land</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">134</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">223</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There was an old man had an acre</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">44</td> - <td class="tdpg">52</td> - <td class="tdpg">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was three birds that built</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">139</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>a</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There was three Cooks in C</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">129</td> - <td class="tdpg">318</td> - <td class="tdpg">318</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There’s a lusty liquor which</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">132</td> - <td class="tdpg">140</td> - <td class="tdpg">140</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There’s many a blinking verse</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">35</td> - <td class="tdpg">221</td> - <td class="tdpg">221</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Three merry Boys came out</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">220</td> - <td class="tdpg">220</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Three merry Lads met at the Rose</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">143</td> - <td class="tdpg">143</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>’Tis not the Silver nor Gold</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">109</td> - <td class="tdpg">115</td> - <td class="tdpg">115</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>To friend and to foe</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">38</td> - <td class="tdpg">23</td> - <td class="tdpg">23</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Tobacco that is wither’d quite</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">16</td> - <td class="tdpg">26</td> - <td class="tdpg">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i><span class="antiqua">Tom</span> and <span class="antiqua">Will</span> were Shepherd</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">149</td> - <td class="tdpg">149</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Upon a certain time</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">146</td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>b</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Upon a Summer’s day</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">148</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Wake all you Dead, what ho!</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">151</td> - <td class="tdpg">151</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Walking abroad in the m.</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">76</td> - <td class="tdpg">81</td> - <td class="tdpg">81</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>We Seamen are the honest boys</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">152</td> - <td class="tdpg">162</td> - <td class="tdpg">162</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>What an Ass is he, Waits, &c.</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">90</td> - <td class="tdpg">273</td> - <td class="tdpg">273</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>What Fortune had I, poor Maid</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">152</td> - <td class="tdpg">341</td> - <td class="tdpg">341</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>What is that you call a Maid.</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">68</td> - <td class="tdpg">249</td> - <td class="tdpg">249</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>What though the ill times do run</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">116</td> - <td class="tdpg">124</td> - <td class="tdpg">124</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What though the times produce</td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">161</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">R<sup>d</sup></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When blind god <span class="antiqua">Cupid</span>, all in an</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">2</td> - <td class="tdpg">188</td> - <td class="tdpg">188</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When first <span class="antiqua">Mardike</span> was made</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">4</td> - <td class="tdpg">12</td> - <td class="tdpg">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When first the <span class="antiqua">Scottish</span>war</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">89</td> - <td class="tdpg">93</td> - <td class="tdpg">93</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When I a Lady do intend to flatter</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">158</td> - <td class="tdpg">348</td> - <td class="tdpg">348</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When I do travel in the night</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">73</td> - <td class="tdpg">255</td> - <td class="tdpg">255</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When I’se came first to <span class="antiqua">London</span></i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">133</td> - <td class="tdpg">323</td> - <td class="tdpg">323</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span><i>When <span class="antiqua">Phœbus</span> had drest</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">69</td> - <td class="tdpg">250</td> - <td class="tdpg">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>When the chill <span class="antiqua">Charokoe</span> blows</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">155</td> - <td class="tdpg">164</td> - <td class="tdpg">164</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>White bears have lately come</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">149</td> - <td class="tdpg">159</td> - <td class="tdpg">159</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Why should a man care</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">146</td> - <td class="tdpg">337</td> - <td class="tdpg">337</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Why should we boast of</i> Arthur</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">122</td> - <td class="tdpg">309</td> - <td class="tdpg">309</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Why should we not laugh</i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">136</td> - <td class="tdpg">326</td> - <td class="tdpg">326</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Will you hear a strange thing</i></td> - <td></td> - <td class="tdpg">53</td> - <td class="tdpg">62</td> - <td class="tdpg">62</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You Gods, that rule upon</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">21</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">233</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>You talk of <span class="antiqua">New England</span></i></td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">84</td> - <td class="tdpg">266</td> - <td class="tdpg">266</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You that in love do mean to sport</td> - <td class="tdr">ii.</td> - <td class="tdpg">22</td> - <td class="tdpg"></td> - <td class="tdpg">235</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header15.jpg" width="500" height="95" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h4>First Lines of the “Antidote” Songs:<br /> -<span class="smcap">Given in this Volume (and not in <i>M. D. C.</i>).</span></h4> - -<table summary="Index of the “Antidote” Songs in this volume by first line"> - <tr> - <td class="tdr smaller">[Present Reprint,]</td> - <td class="tdpg smaller">Page</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Man of <span class="antiqua">Wales</span>, a little before <span class="antiqua">Easter</span></i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>An old house end</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Bring out the [c]old Chyne</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, come away to the Tavern, I say</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come hither, thou merriest of all the Nine</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Come, let us cast dice who shall drink</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Drink, drink, all you that think</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Fly boy, fly boy, to the cellar’s bottom</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Good <span class="antiqua">Symon</span>, how comes it</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Hang Sorrow, and cast away Care</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Hang the <span class="antiqua">Presbyter’s</span> Gill</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>He that a Tinker, a tinker will be</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>In love? away! you do me wrong</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I’s not come here to tauke of <span class="antiqua">Prut</span></i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Jog on, jog on the foot-path-way</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Let’s cast away Care</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Mongst all the pleasant juices</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>My Lady and her Maid</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Never let a man take heavily</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Not drunken nor sober</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span><i>Of all the birds that ever I see</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Old Poets <span class="antiqua">Hypocrin</span> admire</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Once I a curious eye did fix</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The parcht earth drinks the rain</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The wit hath long beholden been</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There was an old man at <span class="antiqua">Walton</span> Cross</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>This Ale, my bonny lads</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>’Tis Wine that inspires</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Welcome, welcome, again to thy wit</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>What are we met? Come, let’s see</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Why should we boast of <span class="antiqua">Arthur</span></i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Wilt thou be fat? I’ll tell thee how</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Wilt thou lend me thy mare</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>With an old song made by an old a. p.</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>You merry Poets, old boyes</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Your mare is lame, she halts outright</i></td> - <td class="tdpg"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header2.jpg" width="500" height="140" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p>Here the Editor closes his willing toil, (after -having added a <i>Table of First Lines</i>, and a -<i>Finale</i>,) and offers a completed work to the friendly -acceptance of Readers. They are no vague abstractions -to him, but a crowd of well-distinguished faces, -many among them being renowned scholars and genial -critics. To approach them at all might be deemed -temerity, were it not that such men are the least to be -feared by an honest worker. On the other hand, it -were easy for ill-natured persons to insinuate accusations -against any one who meddles with Re-prints of -<i>Facetiæ</i>. Blots and stains are upon such old books, -which he has made no attempt to disguise or palliate. -Let them bear their own blame. There are dullards -and bigots in the world, nevertheless, who decry all -antiquarian and historical research. A defence is unnecessary: -“Let them rave!”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Misericordia e giustizia gli sdegna,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>He thanks those who heartily welcomed the earlier -Volumes, and trusts that no unworthy successor is to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span> -be found in the present Conclusion, which holds many -rare verses. Hereafter may ensue another meeting. -Our olden Dramatists and Poets open their cellars, -full of such vintage as Dan Phœbus had warmed. -Leaving these “<i>Drolleries of the Restoration</i>” behind -him, as a Nest-Egg, the Editor bids his Readers -cheerfully</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>FAREWELL!</i></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;"> -<img src="images/deco-end.jpg" width="100" height="120" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="45" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2 id="FINALE">FINALE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p><i>“Laudator temporis acti” cantat</i>:—</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">1.</div> -<div class="verse">Closed now the book, untrimmed the lamp,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Flung wide the lattice-shutter;</div> -<div class="verse">The night-breeze strikes in, chill and damp,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The fir-trees moan and mutter:</div> -<div class="verse">Lo, dawn is near! pale Student, thou</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No count of time hast reckon’d;</div> -<div class="verse">Go, seek a rest for weary brow</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From dreams of Charles the Second.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">2.</div> -<div class="verse">Sad grows the world: those hours are past</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When, jovially convivial,</div> -<div class="verse">Choice Spirits met, and round them cast</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such glow as made cares trivial;</div> -<div class="verse">When nights prolonged through following days</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Found night still closing o’er us,</div> -<div class="verse">While Youth and Age exchanged their lays,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or intertwined in chorus.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">3.</div> -<div class="verse">Our gravest Pundits of the Bench,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Most reverend Sirs of Pulpit,</div> -<div class="verse">Smiled at the praise of some coy wench,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or—if too warm—could gulp it.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Loyal to King, faithful to Church,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And firm to Constitution,</div> -<div class="verse">No friend, no foe they left in lurch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or sneaked to Revolution.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">4.</div> -<div class="verse">There, many a sage Physician told</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fresh facts of healing knowledge;</div> -<div class="verse">There, the dazed Bookworm could grow bold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And speak of pranks at College:</div> -<div class="verse">There, weary Pamphleteers forgot</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Faction, debates, and readers,</div> -<div class="verse">But helped to drain the clinking-pot</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With punning Special-pleaders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">5.</div> -<div class="verse">How oft some warrior, famed abroad</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For valour in campaigning,</div> -<div class="verse">Exchanged the thrust with foes he awed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For hob-a-nob Champaigning!</div> -<div class="verse">While some Old Salt, an Admiral</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Circumnavigator,</div> -<div class="verse">Joined in the revel at our call,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor sheer’d-off three days later.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">6.</div> -<div class="verse">Who lives to thrill with jest and song,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like those whose memories haunt us?—</div> -<div class="verse">Who never knew a night too long,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or head-ache that could daunt us.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The weaklings of a later day</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Win neither Mirth nor Thinking;</div> -<div class="verse">They mix, and spoil, both work and play:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ve lost the art of Drinking!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">7.</div> -<div class="verse">For me, I lonely grow, and shy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No one seems worth my courting;</div> -<div class="verse">Though girls have still a laughing eye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And tempt to May-day sporting:</div> -<div class="verse">For sillier youth, or richer Lord,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or some staid prig, and colder,</div> -<div class="verse">“Neat-handed Phillis” spreads the board,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Chloe bares her shoulder.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">8.</div> -<div class="verse">In days gone by, light grew the task,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For holidays were glorious;</div> -<div class="verse">It was the <i>talk</i> sublimed the flask,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That now is deemed uproarious.</div> -<div class="verse">We’ve so much Methodistic cant,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Abstainers’ Total drivel,</div> -<div class="verse">And, worse, Utilitarian rant—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One scarcely can keep civil.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">9.</div> -<div class="verse">Our politics are insincere,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For Statesmen cog and shuffle;</div> -<div class="verse">They hit not from the shoulder clear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But dodge, and spar with muffle.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span> -<div class="verse">How Bench and Bar sink steeped in mire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Avails not here recording:</div> -<div class="verse">While Prelates cannot now look higher</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than to mere self-rewarding.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">10.</div> -<div class="verse">Friends of old days, ’tis well you died</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Before, like me, you sickened</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the rottenness and pride</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That in this world have quickened:</div> -<div class="verse">You passed, ere yet your hopes grew dim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While Love and Friendship warmed you:</div> -<div class="verse">I look but to th’ horizon’s rim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For all that erst had charmed you.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="stanza-number">11.</div> -<div class="verse">Not here, amid a lower crew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I seek to fill your places;</div> -<div class="verse">For men no more have hearts as true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor maids,—though fair their faces.</div> -<div class="verse">My thoughts flit back to earlier days,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where Pleasure’s finger beckon’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Cheered with the Beauty, Love, and Lays</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That warmed our Charles the Second.</div> -</div> -<p class="right">J. W. E.</p> -<p><i>Biblioth. Ashmol., Cantium</i>, 1876.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center mt3">[End of “The ‘Drolleries’ of the Restoration.”]</p> - -<hr /> - -<h2>Drollery Reprints.</h2> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>Uniform with “Choice Drollery.”</i></p> - -<p class="center">Published at 10s. 6d. to Subscribers, <i>now raised</i> to -21s; large paper, published at £1 1s, <i>now -raised</i> to £2 2s.</p> - -<p class="center larger">A RE-PRINT<br /> -<span class="smaller">OF THE</span><br /> -<span class="larger">Westminster Drollery,</span><br /> -1671, 1672.</p> - -<p>To those who are already acquainted with the -two parts of the <i>Westminster Drollery</i>, published -in 1671 and 1672, it must have appeared strange that -no attempt has hitherto been made to bring these delightful -volumes within reach of the students of our -early literature. The originals are of extreme rarity, -a perfect copy seldom being attainable at any public -sale, and then fetching a price that makes a book-hunter -almost despair of its acquisition. So great a -favourite was it in the Cavalier times, that most copies -have been literally worn to pieces in the hands of its -many admirers, as they chanted forth a merry stave -from the pages. <i>There is no collection of songs surpassing -it in the language</i>, and as representative of the -lyrics of the first twelve years after the Restoration -it is unequalled: by far the greater number are elsewhere -unattainable.</p> - -<p>The <span class="smcap">Westminster Drolleries</span> are reprinted with -the utmost fidelity, page for page, and line for line, -not a word being altered, or a single letter departing -from the original spelling.</p> - -<p class="center mt3 larger">DROLLERY RE-PRINTS.</p> - -<p class="center smaller">NOW READY.</p> - -<p class="center"><span class="larger">“<i>Merry Drollery, Complete</i>,”</span><br /> -1661, 1691.</p> - -<div> -<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-m.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="dropcap"><span class="smcap">Merry Drollery, Complete</span> is not only -amusing, but as an historical document is -of great value. It is here reproduced, -with the utmost exactitude, for students -of our old literature, from the edition of 1691. The -few rectifications of a corrupt text are invariably held -within square brackets, when not reserved for the -Appendix of Notes, Illustrations, and Emendations. -Thirty-four Songs, additional, that appeared only in -the 1661 edition, will be given separately; the intermediate -edition of 1670 being also collated. A special -Introduction has been prefixed, drawing attention to -the political events of the time referred to, and some -account of the authors of the Songs in this <i>Merry -Drollery</i>.</p> - -<p>The work is quite distinct in character from the -<i>Westminster Drolleries</i>, 1671-72, but forms an indispensable -companion to that ten-years-later volume. -Twenty-five songs and poems, that had not appeared -in the 1661 edition, were added to the after editions -of <i>Merry Drollery</i>; but without important change -to the book. It was essentially an offspring of the -Restoration, the year 1660-61, and it thus gives us a -genuine record of the Cavaliers in their festivity. -Whatever is offensive, therefore, is still of historical -importance. Even the bitterness of sarcasm against -the Rump Parliament, under whose rule so many -families had long groaned; the personal invective, -and unsparing ridicule of leading Republicans and -Puritans; were such as not unnaturally had found -favour during the recent Civil War and Usurpation. -The preponderance of Songs in praise of Sack and -loose revelry is not without significance. A few pieces -of coarse humour, <i>double entendre</i>, and breaches of -decorum attest the fact that already among the Cavaliers -were spread immorality and licentiousness. The fault -of an impaired discipline had home evil fruit, beyond -defeat in the field and exile from positions of power. -Mockery and impurity had been welcomed as allies, -during the warfare against bigotry, hypocrisy, and -selfish ambition. We find, it is true, few of the -sweeter graces of poetry in <i>Choice Drollery</i> and in -<i>Merry Drollery</i>; but, instead, much that helps us to a -sounder understanding of the social, military, and -political life of those disturbed times immediately -preceding the Restoration.</p> - -<p>Of the more than two hundred pieces, contained in -<i>Merry Drollery</i>, fully a third are elsewhere unattainable, -and the rest are scarce. Among the numerous -attractions we may mention the rare Song of “Love -lies a bleeding” (p. 191), an earnest protest against -the evils of the day; the revelations of intolerant -military violence, such as The Power of the Sword -(125), Mardyke (12), Pym’s Anarchy (70), The Scotch -War (93), The New Medley of the Country-man, -Citizen, and Soldier (182), The Rebel Red-Coat (190), -and “Cromwell’s Coronation” (254), with the masterly -description of Oliver’s Routing the Rump (62). Several -Anti-Puritan Songs about New England are here, and -provincial descriptions of London (95, 275, 323). -Rollicking staves meet us, as from the Vagabond (204), -The Tinker of Turvey (27), The Jovial Loyallist, with -the Answer to it, in a nobler strain, by one who sees -the ruinous vileness of debauchery (pp. 207, 209); and -a multitude of Bacchanalian Catches. The two songs -on the Blacksmith (225, 319), and both of those on -The Brewer (221, 252), referring to Cromwell, are -here; as well as the ferocious exultation over the Regicides -in a dialogue betwixt Tower-hill and Tyburn -(131). More than a few of the spirited Mad-songs -were favourites. Nor are absent such ditties as tell -of gallantry, though few are of refined affection and -exalted heroism. The absurd impossibilities of a -Medicine for the Quartan Ague (277, cf. 170), the sly -humour of the delightful “How to woo a Zealous -Lady” (77), the stately description of a Cock-fight -(242), the Praise of Chocolate (48), the Power of -Money (115), and the innocent merriment of rare -Arthur o’ Bradley’s Wedding (312), are certain to -please. Added, are some of the choicest poems by -Suckling, Cartwright, Ben Jonson, Alexander Brome, -Fletcher, D’Avenant, Dryden, Bishop Corbet, and -others. “The Cavalier’s Complaint,” with the Answer -to it, has true dramatic force. The character of a -Mistress (60), shows one of the seductive Dalilahs who -were ever ready to betray. The lampoons on D’Avenant’s -“Gondibert” (100, 118) are memorials of -unscrupulous ridicule from malicious wits. “News, -that’s No News” (159), with the grave buffoonery of -“The Bow Goose” (153), and the account of a Fire -on London Bridge (87), in the manner of pious ballad-mongers -(the original of our modern “Three Children -Sliding on the Ice”), are enough to make Heraclitus -laugh. Some of the dialogues, such as “Resolved not -to Part” (113), “The Bull’s Feather” (i.e. the Horn, p. -264), and that between a Hare and the hounds that -are chasing him (296), lend variety to the volume; -which contains, moreover, some whimsical stories in -verse, (one being “A Merry Song” of a Husbandman -whose wife gets him off a bad bargain, p. 17: compare -p. 200), told in a manner that would have delighted -Mat Prior in later days.</p> - -<p>It is printed on Ribbed Toned paper, and the Impression -is limited to 400 copies, fcap. 8vo. 10s. 6d.; and 50 -copies large paper, demy 8vo. 21s. Subscribers’ names -should be sent at once to the Publisher,</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Robert Roberts, Boston, Lincolnshire</span>.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Every copy is numbered and sent out in the order -of Subscription.</i></p> - -</div> - -<p>☞ This series of Re-prints from the rare <i>Drolleries</i> -is now completed in Three Volumes (of which the -first published was the <i>Westminster Drollery</i>): that -number being sufficient to afford a correct picture -of the times preceding and following the Restoration -1660, without repetition. The third volume contains -“<i>Choice Drollery</i>,” 1656, and all of the “<i>Antidote -against Melancholy</i>,” 1661, which has not been already -included in the two previous volumes; with separate -Notes, and Illustrations drawn from other contemporary -Drolleries.</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>OPINIONS OF THE PRESS, &c.</i></p> - -<p class="right">“Strafford Lodge, Oatlands Park,<br /> -Surrey, Feb. 4, 1875.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p> - -<p>I received the “Westminster Drolleries” -yesterday evening. I have spent nearly the whole of this -day in reading it. I can but give unqualified praise to the -editor, both for his extensive knowledge and for his admirable -style. The printing and the paper do great credit -to your press.... I enclose a post-office order to pay -for my copy.</p> - -<p class="center">Yours truly,</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Wm. Chappell</span>.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Robert Roberts.</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>From J. O. Halliwell, Esqre.</i></p> - -<p class="right">“No. 11, Tregunter Road, West Brompton,<br /> -London, S. W.,<br /> -25th Feby. 1875.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p> - -<p>I am charmed with the edition of the -“Westminster Drollery.” One half of the reprints of the -present day are rendered nearly useless to exact students -either by alterations or omissions, or by attempts to make -eclectic texts out of more than one edition. By all means -let us have introductions and notes, especially when as -good as Mr. Ebsworth’s, but it is essential for objects of -reference that one edition only of the old text be accurately -reproduced. The book is certainly admirably edited.</p> - -<p class="center">Yours truly,</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">J. O. Phillipps</span>.”</p> - -<p>To Mr. R. Roberts.</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>From F. J. Furnivall, Esq.</i></p> - -<p class="right">“3, St. George’s Square, Primrose Hill, London, N.W.,<br /> -2nd February, 1875.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Sir</span>,</p> - -<p>I have received the handsome large paper -copy of your “Westminster Drolleries.” I am very glad -to see that the book is really <i>edited</i>, and that well, by a -man so thoroughly up in the subject as Mr. Ebsworth.</p> - -<p class="center">Truly yours,</p> - -<p class="right">F. J. F.”</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>From the Editor of the “Fuller’s Worthies Library,” -“Wordsworth’s Prose Works,” &c.</i></p> - -<p class="right">“Park View, Blackburn,<br /> -Lancashire, 13th July, 1875.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p> - -<p>I got the “Westminster Drolleries” <i>at -once</i>, and I will see after the “Merry Drollery” when -published.</p> - -<p>Go on and prosper. Mr. Ebsworth is a splendid fellow, -evidently.</p> - -<p class="center">Yours,</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">A. B. Grosart</span>.”</p> - -<p class="mt3"><span class="smcap">J. P. Collier</span>, Esqre., has also written warmly commending -the work, in private letters to the Editor, which -he holds in especial honour.</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>From the “Academy” July 10th, 1875.</i></p> - -<p>“It would be a curious though perhaps an unprofitable -speculation, how far the ‘Conservative reaction’ has been -reflected in our literature.... Reprints are an important -part of modern literature, and in them there is a -perceptible relaxation of severity. Their interest is no -longer mainly philological. Of late, the Restoration has -been the favourite period for revival. Its dramatists are -marching down upon us from Edinburgh, and the invasion -is seconded by a royalist movement in Lincolnshire. A -Boston publisher has begun a series of drolleries—intended, -not for the general public, but for those students -who can afford to pay handsomely for their predilection -for the byways of letters.</p> - -<p>“The Introduction is delightful reading, with quaint -fancies here and there, as in the ‘imagined limbo of unfinished -books.’ ... There is truth and pathos in his -excuses for the royalist versifiers who ‘snatched hastily, -recklessly, at such pleasures as came within their reach, -heedless of price or consequences.’ We may not admit -that they were ‘outcasts without degradation,’ but we can -hardly help allowing that ‘there is a manhood visible in -their failures, a generosity in their profusion and unrest. -They are not stainless, but they affect no concealment of -faults. Our heart goes to the losing side, even when the -loss has been in great part deserved.’ ... The fact is, -that in his contemplation of the follies and vices of ‘that -very distant time’ he loses all apprehension of their -grosser elements, and retains only an appreciation of their -wit, their elegance, and their vivacity. Without offence -be it said, in Lancelot’s phrase, ‘he does something -smack, something grow to; he has a kind of taste,’—and -so have we too, as we read him. These trite and ticklish -themes he touches with so charming a liberality that his -generous allowance is contagious. We feel in thoroughly -honest company, and are ready to be heartily charitable -along with him. For his is no unworthy tolerance of vice, -still less any desire to polish its hardness into such factitious -brilliancy as glistens in Grammont. It is a manly -pity for human weakness, and an unwillingness to see, -much less to pry into, human depravity. ‘It would have -been a joy for us to know that these songs were wholly -speck must go hungry through many an orchard, even -unobjectionable; but he who waits to eat of fruit without -past the apples of the Hesperides.’ ... The little book -is well worth the attention of any one desirous to have a -bird’s-eye view of the Restoration ‘Society.’ Its scope is -far wider than its title would indicate. The ‘Drolleries’ -include not only the rollicking rouse of the staggering -blades who ‘love their humour well, boys,’ the burlesque -of the Olympian revels in ‘Hunting the Hare,’ the wild -vagary of Tom of Bedlam, and the gibes of the Benedicks -of that day against the holy estate, but lays of a delicate -and airy beauty, a dirge or two of exquisite pathos, homely -ditties awaking patriotic memories of the Armada and the -Low Country wars, and ‘loyal cantons’ sung to the -praise and glory of King Charles. The ‘late and true -story of a furious scold’ might have enriched the budget -of Autolycus, and Feste would have found here a store of -‘love-songs,’ and a few ‘songs of good life.’ The collection -is of course highly miscellaneous. After the stately -measure may come a jig with homely ‘duck and nod,’ or -even a dissonant strain from the ‘riot and ill-managed -merriment’ of Comus,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">‘Midnight shout, and revelry,</div> -<div class="verse">Tipsy dance, and jollity.’”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>From the “Bookseller,” March, 1875.</i></p> - -<p>“If we wish to read the history of public opinion we -must read the songs of the times: and those who help us -to do this confer a real favour. Mr. Thomas Wright has -done enormous service in this way by his collections of -political songs. Mr. Chappell has done better by giving -us the music with them; but much remains to be done. -On examining the volume before us, we are surprised to -find so many really beautiful pieces, and so few of the -coarse and vulgar. Even the latter will compare favourably -with the songs in vogue amongst the fast men in the -early part of the present century.</p> - -<p>The “<i>Westminster Drolleries</i>” consist of two collections -of poems and songs sung at Court and theatres, the first -published in 1671, and the second in 1672. Now for the -first time reprinted. The editor, Mr. J. Woodfall -Ebsworth, has prefaced the volume with an interesting -introduction ... and, in an appendix of nearly eighty -pages at the end, has collected a considerable amount of -bibliographical and anecdotical literature. Altogether, -<i>we think this may be pronounced the best edited of all the -reprints of old literature</i>, which are now pretty numerous. -A word of commendation must also be given to Mr. -Roberts, of Boston, the publisher and printer—the volume -is a credit to his press, and could have been produced in -its all but perfect condition only by the most careful attention -and watchful oversight.”</p> - -<p class="center mt3"><i>From the “Athenæum,” April 10th, 1875.</i></p> - -<p>“Mr. Ebsworth has, we think, made out a fair case in -his Introduction for reprinting the volume without excision. -The book is not intended <i>virginibus puerisque</i>, but -to convey to grown men a sufficient idea of the manners -and ideas which pervaded all classes in society at the -time of the reaction from the Puritan domination.... -Mr. Ebsworth’s Introduction is well written. He speaks -with zest of the pleasant aspects of the Restoration -period, and has some words of praise to bestow upon the -‘Merry Monarch’ himself.... Let us add that his own -“Prelude,” “Entr’ Acte,” and “Finale” are fair specimens -of versification.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="footnotes"> - -<h2>FOOTNOTES</h2> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <span class="smcap">Elizabeth Cromwell.</span>—A contemporary writes, “How -many of the Royalist prisoners got she not freed? How many -did she not save from death whom the Laws had condemned? -How many persecuted Christians hath she not snatched out of the -hands of the tormentors; quite contrary unto that [daughter of] -Herodias who could do anything with her [step] father? She -imployed her Prayers even with Tears to spare such men whose -ill fortune had designed them to suffer,” &c. (S. Carrington’s -<i>History of the Life and Death of His most Serene Highness -OLIVER, Late Lord Protector</i>. 1659. p. 264.)</p> - -<p>Elizabeth Cromwell, here contrasted with Salome, more resembled -the Celia of <i>As you Like It</i>, in that she, through prizing -truth and justice, showed loving care of those whom her father -treated as enemies.</p> - -<p>By the way, our initial-letter W. on <a href="#Page_xi">opening page 11</a> (representing -Salome receiving from the Σπεκουλάτωρ, sent by Herod, -the head of S. John the Baptist)—is copied from the Address to -the Reader prefixed to Part II. of <i>Merry Drollery</i>, 1661. <a href="#Page_232"><i>Vide -postea</i>, p. 232.</a></p> - -<p>Our initial letters in M. D., C., pp. 3, 5, are in <i>fac simile</i> of the -original.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_2" id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Cromwell “seemed much afflicted at the death of his Friend -the Earl of <i>Warwick</i>; with whom he had a fast friendship, though -neither their humours, nor their natures, were like. And the Heir -of that House, who had married his youngest Daughter [Frances], -died about the same time [or, rather, two months earlier]; so -that all his relation to, or confidence in that Family was at an end; -the other branches of it abhorring his Alliance. His domestick -delights were lessened every day; he plainly discovered that his -son [in-law, who had married Mary Cromwell,] Falconbridge’s -heart was set upon an Interest destructive to his, and grew to hate -him perfectly. <i>But that which chiefly broke his Peace was the death -of his daughter [Elizabeth] Claypole</i>; who had been always his -greatest joy, and who, in her sickness, which was of a nature the -Physicians knew not how to deal with, had several Conferences -with him, which exceedingly perplexed him. Though no body -was near enough to hear the particulars, yet her often mentioning, -in the pains she endured, the blood her Father had spilt, made -people conclude, that she had presented his worst Actions to his -consideration. And though he never made the least show of -remorse for any of those Actions, it is very certain, that <i>either what -she said, or her death</i>, affected him wonderfully.” (Clarendon’s -<i>Hist. of the Rebellion</i>. Book xv., p. 647, edit. 1720.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_3" id="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> John Cleveland wrote a satirical address to Mr. Hammond, -the Puritan preacher of Beudley, who had exerted himself “for the -Pulling down of the Maypole.” It begins, in mock praise, “The -mighty zeal which thou hast put on,” &c.; and is printed in -<i>Parnassus Biceps</i>, 1656, p. 18; and among “<i>J. Cleveland Revived: -Poems</i>,” 1662, p. 96.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_4" id="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Here the thought is enveloped amid tender fancies. Compare -the more passionate and solemn earnestness of the loyal churchman, -Henry King, Bishop of Chichester, in his poem of <i>The -Exequy</i>, addressed “To his never-to-be-forgotten Friend,” wherein -he says:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Never to be disquieted!</div> -<div class="verse">My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake,</div> -<div class="verse">Till I thy fate shall overtake;</div> -<div class="verse">Till age, or grief, or sickness, must</div> -<div class="verse">Marry my body to that dust</div> -<div class="verse">It so much loves; and fill the room</div> -<div class="verse">My heart keeps empty in thy Tomb.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Stay for me there; I will not faile</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>To meet thee in that hollow Vale.</i></div> -<div class="verse">And think not much of my delay;</div> -<div class="verse">I am already on the way,</div> -<div class="verse">And follow thee with all the speed</div> -<div class="verse">Desire can make, or sorrows breed,” &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_5" id="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> For special reasons, the Editor felt it nearly impossible to -avoid the omission of a few letters in one of the most objectionable -of these pieces, the twelfth in order, of <i>Choyce Drollery</i>. He mentions -this at once, because he holds to his confirmed opinion -that in Reprints of scarce and valuable historical memorials <i>no -tampering with the original is permissible</i>. (But see <a href="#APPENDIX_4">Appendix, -Part IV.</a> and pp. <a href="#Page_230">230</a>, <a href="#Page_288">288</a>.) He incurs blame from judicious antiquaries <!-- and modern transcribers --> -by even this small and acknowledged violation of exactitude. -Probably, he might have given pleasure to the general -public if he had omitted much more, not thirty letters only, but -entire poems or songs; as the books deserved in punishment. -But he leaves others to produce expurgated editions, suitable for -unlearned triflers. Any reader can here erase from the Reprint -what offends his individual taste (as we know that Ann, Countess -of Strafford, cut out the poem of “Woman” from our copy of -Dryden’s <i>Miscellany Poems</i>, Pt. 6, 1709). <i>No Editor has any -business to thus mutilate every printed copy.</i></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_6" id="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>H</i>aut <i>goust.</i></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_7" id="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Prefixed to “The Ex-Ale-tation of Ale” is given a Table of -Contents (on page 112), enlarged from the one in the original -“<i>Antidote against Melancholy, made up in Pills</i>,” 1661, by references -to such pages of “<i>Merry Drollery, Compleat</i>,” 1670, 1691, -as bear songs or poems in common with the “<i>Antidote</i>.”</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_8" id="Footnote_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <i>George Thomason.</i> It was in 1640 that this bookseller commenced -systematically to preserve a copy of every pamphlet, -broadside, and printed book connected with the political disturbances. -Until after the Restoration in 1660, he continued his -valuable collection, so far as possible without omission, but not -without danger and interruption. In his will he speaks of it as -“not to be paralleled,” and it was intact at Oxford when he died -in 1666. Charles II. had too many feminine claimants on his -money and time to allow him to purchase the invaluable series -of printed documents, as it had been desired that he should do. -The sum of £4,000 was refused for this collection of 30,000 -pamphlets, bound in 2,000 volumes; but, after several changes -of ownership, they were ultimately purchased by King George -the Third, for only three or four hundred pounds, and were presented -by him to the nation. They are in the British Museum, -known as the King’s Pamphlets, and the <i>Antidote against Melancholy</i> -is among the small quartos. See Isaac D’Israeli’s <i>Amenities -of Literature</i>, for an interesting account of the difficulties -and perils attending their collection: article <i>Pamphlets</i>, pp. 685-691, -edition 1868.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_9" id="Footnote_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> J. P. Collier, in his invaluable “<i>Bibliographical and Critical -Account of the Rarest Books in the English Language</i>,” 1865, acknowledges, -in reference to “<i>An Antidote against Melancholy</i>,” -that “We are without information by whom this collection of -Poems, Ballads, Songs, and Catches was made; but Thomas -Durfey, about sixty years afterwards, imitated the title, when he -called his six volumes ‘<i>Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy</i>,’ -8vo., 1719-20.” (<i>Bibliog. & Crit. Account</i>, vol. i. p. 26.) -Again, “If N. D., whose initials are at the end of the rhyming -address ‘to the Reader,’ were the person who made the selection, -we are without any other clue to his name. There is no ground -for imputing it to Thomas Jordan, excepting that he was accustomed -to deal in productions of this class; but the songs and -ballads he printed were usually of his own composition, and not -the works of anterior versifyers.” (<i>Ibid.</i>, i. 27.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_10" id="Footnote_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> It was a week of supreme rejoicing and frollic, being five -days before the Coronation of Charles II. in Westminster Abbey, -April 23rd. On the 19th were the ceremonies of the Knights of -the Bath, at the Painted Chamber, and in the Chapel at Whitehall. -On the 22nd, Charles went from the Tower to Whitehall, -through well-built triumphal arches, and amid enthusiasm.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_11" id="Footnote_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> These are the Blacksmith, the Brewer, Suckling’s Parley between -two West Countrymen concerning a Wedding, St. George -and the Dragon, the Gelding of the Devil, the Old and Young -Courtier, the Welchman’s Praise of Wales, Ben Jonson’s Cook -Lorrel, “Fetch me Ben Jonson’s scull,” a Combat of Cocks, -“Am I mad, O noble Festus?” “Old Poets Hypocrin admire,” -and “’Tis Wine that inspires.” The Catches are “Drink, drink, -all you that think;” “If any so wise is,” “What are we met?” -and “The thirsty earth drinks up the rain.”</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_12" id="Footnote_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <i>Ball at Court.</i>—“31st. [December, 1662.] Mr. Povy and I -to White Hall; he taking me thither on purpose to carry me into -the ball this night before the King. He brought me first to the -Duke [of York]’s chamber, where I saw him and the Duchesse at -supper; and thence into the room where the ball was to be; -crammed with fine ladies, the greatest of the Court. By and by, -comes the King and Queene, the Duke and Duchesse, and all the -great ones; and after seating themselves, the King takes out the -Duchesse of York; and the Duke, the Duchesse of Buckingham; -the Duke of Monmouth, my Lady Castlemaine; and so other lords -other ladies: and they danced the Brantle [? <i>Braule</i>]. After that -the King led a lady a single Coranto; and then the rest of the -lords, one after another, other ladies: very noble it was, and great -pleasure to see. Then to country dances; the King leading the -first, which he called for, which was, says he, ‘Cuckolds all -awry [a-row],’ the old dance of England. Of the ladies that -danced, the Duke of Monmouth’s mistress, and my Lady Castlemaine, -and a daughter of Sir Harry de Vicke’s, were the best. -The manner was, when the King dances, all the ladies in the -room, and the Queene herself, stand up: and indeed he dances -rarely, and much better than the Duke of York. Having staid -here as long as I thought fit, to my infinite content, it being the -greatest pleasure I could wish now to see at Court, I went home, -leaving them dancing.”—(<i>Diary of Samuel Pepys, Esq., F.R.S., -Secretary to the Admiralty, &c.</i>)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_13" id="Footnote_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> [In margin, a later-inserted line reads:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i><span class="antiqua">Godolphin</span>, <span class="antiqua">Cartwright</span>, <span class="antiqua">Beaumont</span>, <span class="antiqua">Montague</span>.</i>”]</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>Transcriber’s Note</h2> - -<p>In a book of this kind, it can be hard to tell when something is a misprint -or misspelling, and for the most part this e-text errs on the side of caution -and preserves the original printing with all its inconsistencies. Only the -following probable errors have been corrected.</p> - -<p>We do not have the <i>Supplement</i> containing the songs the editor thought -too immodest to include.</p> - -<div class="blockquote hanging"> - -<p><a href="#Page_4">Page 4</a>, duplicate word “him” removed (Oh do not censure him for -this)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_14">Page 14</a>, duplicate word “am” removed (And all shall say when I -am dead)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_40">Page 40</a>, stanza number “3.” added</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_46">Page 46</a>, “Aed” changed to “And” (And took her up with speed)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_79">Page 79</a>, “tewelfth” changed to “twelfth” (On the twelfth day all -in the morn)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_101">Page 101</a>, “keeep” changed to “keep” (I keep my horse)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_102">Page 102</a>, “Gysie” changed to “Gypsie” (No Gypsie nor no -Blackamore)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_108">Page 108</a>, “befitingly” changed to “befittingly” (befittingly in -his notes and comments)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_125">Page 125</a>, “and” changed to “an” (With an old Lady whose -anger)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_168">Page 168</a>, “stifly” changed to “stiffly” (dancing somewhat -stiffly)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_189">Page 189</a>, the original page number [p. 121] has been added -in what seems closest to the correct place.</p> - -<p>Pages <a href="#Page_240">240</a> and <a href="#Page_243">243</a>, reference to -“p. 213” changed to “p. 230”, where the matter referenced will actually be found; -it is the paragraph starting “[A song follows, beginning”</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_241">Page 241</a>, “domine” changed to “Domine” in second verse (Libera -nos Domine)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_244">Page 244</a>, duplicate word “as” removed (As big as Estriges)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_284">Page 284</a>, “8th.” changed to “9th.” (Verse 9th. <i>Gondomar</i> was)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_330">Page 330</a>, “encouragment” changed to “encouragement” -(encouragement is given to gambling)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_360">Page 360</a>, “Collectiom” changed to “Collection” (In Pepy’s -Collection, vol. i.)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_364">Page 364</a>, “sheephcrd” changed to “sheepherd” (A silly poor -sheepherd was folding his sheep)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_384">Page 384</a>, “fify” changed to “fifty” (Nineteen of these fifty-one -surrendered)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_384">Page 384</a>, “refering” changed to “referring” (dozens of ballads -referring to)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_387">Page 387</a>, “Viotcria” changed to “Victoria” (was opened by Queen -Victoria)</p> - -<p><a href="#Page_397">Page 397</a>, “trustworty” changed to “trustworthy” (trustworthy -prints of so many MSS.)</p> - -</div> - -<p>Evident errors such as u for n were changed without further note.</p> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Choyce Drollery: Songs and Sonnets, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHOYCE DROLLERY: SONGS AND SONNETS *** - -***** This file should be named 60454-h.htm or 60454-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/4/5/60454/ - -Produced by Chris Curnow and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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