“ Never again to rise a Maid,
The vigorous Bridegroom now impatient grown;
Thrown himself by her side,
With eager Joy, and amourous Pride,
Ready to seize the Prey that's now his own.
And now that all have left the Place,
Transporting Joys crowd on apace,
The Nymph contends like one that would not win;
Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies,
The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize,
And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin. ”

“ They're no freer than we, for the World's a Jayl,
And all Men Prisoners be.
The Drunkard's confin'd to his Claret,
The Miser to his Store;
The Wit to his Muse and a Garret,
And the Cully-Cit to his Whore.
The Parson's confin'd to his Piggs,
The Lawyer to Hatred and Strife;
The Fidler to's Borees and Jiggs,
And the Quack to his Glister-pipe.
The Church-man's confin'd to be civil,
The Quaker's a Prisoner too light;
The Papist is bound by the Devil,
And the Puritan's fetter'd with spite.
Since old Adam's race are all Prisoners like us,
Let us merrily quaff and Sing ”

“ From the King unto the Beggar,
Love conquers all:
Tho' ne'er so stout and Lordly,
Strive do what you may;
Yet be you ne'er so hardy,
Love will find out the way.
Love hath power over Princes,
Or greatest Emperor;
In any Provinces,
Such is Love's Power:
There is no resisting,
But him to obey;
In spight of all contesting,
Love will find out the way.
If that he were hidden,
And all Men that are;
Were strictly forbidden,
That place to declare:
Winds that have no abiding,
Pitying their delay;
Will come and bring him tydings,
And direct him the way.
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If the Earth should part him. ”

“ And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.
If I Marry with one that is Young,
With a false Heart and flattering Tongue,
Sorrow and Care may be my Song,
And I'll, &c.
If I should Marry with one that is Old,
I never should have the Pleasures I would,
But Arm full of Bones frozen with Cold,
And I'll, &c.
If I should Marry with one that is Poor,
By me my best Friends will set little store
And so go a Begging from door to door,
And I'll, &c.
If I should Marry with one that is Rich,
She'll ever upbraid me she brought me too much,
And make me her Drudge, but I'll have none such,
And I'll, &c. ”

“ Thy Rigour, oh Sylvia, will shorten thy Reign,
And make our bright Goddess a Mortal again.
Love heightens our Joys, he's the ease of our Care,
A spur to the Valiant, a Crown to the Fair;
Oh seize his soft Wings then before 'tis too late,
Or Cruelty quickly will hasten thy Fate.
'Tis kindness, my Sylvia, 'tis kindness alone,
Will add to thy Lovers, and strengthen thy Throne;
In Love, as in Empire, Tyrannical sway,
Will make Loyal Subjects forget to Obey. ”

“ Change can never vex him, Faction ne'er perplex him;
If the World goes well, a Bumper crowns his Joys,
If it be not so than he takes of two;
Till succeeding Glasses, Thinking doth destroy.
When his Noddle reels, he to Cælia steals;
And by Pleasures unconfin'd runs o'er the Night;
In the Morning wakes, a pleasing Farewel takes,
Ready for fresh Tipling, and for new Delight:
When his Table's full, oh, then he hugs his Soul;
And drinking all their Healths, a Welcome doth express:
When the Cloth's removed, then by all approv'd,
Comes the full grace Cup, Queen Anna's good success. ”

“ I have cry'd 'till I can't see,
To think how things are acted,
Gossip Joan.
Let's to the Ale-house go,
And wash down all my Sorrow;
My Griefs you there shall know,
And we'll meet again to morrow,
Gossip Joan.
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A Song, Set by Mr. Jer. Clark.
I'M vext to think that Damon wooes me,
Who with Sighs and Tears pursues me;
He still whining and repining,
Of my Rigour does complain:
I'd not see him, yet wou'd free him,
And my self, my self from pain:
I'll enjoy him, and so cloy him,
Love cures Love, more, more than Disdain. ”

“ But Men of plunder can ne'er get her under,
And Misers all Women despise,
She baulks the pert Fops in the midst of their hopes,
And laughs at the Grave and Precise.
Next she's caress'd by a musical crew,
Shrill Singing and Fidling, Beaus warbles o'th' Flute,
And Poets whom Poverty still will pursue,
That's a just cause for rejecting their suit:
Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor,
And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains;
For these thought to have her for whistling for,
They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains. ”

“ O Lord! cry'd out he
Unto young Burgundy,
Wou'd your Brother and you were at Home.
Just so did he say
When without more delay,
Away the young Gentry fled;
Whose Heels for that Work
Were much lighter than Cork,
But their Hearts were more heavy than Lead.
Not so did behave
The young Hannover brave
In this bloody Field I assure ye;
When his War-Horse was shot,
Yet he matter'd it not,
But charg'd still on Foot like a Fury.
When Death flew about
Aloud he call'd out,
Ho! you Chevalier of St. GEORGE;
If you'll never stand
By Sea nor by Land,
Pretender, that Title you forge. ”

“ Beneath the shades young Strephon lies,
Of all his wish possess'd;
Gazing on Sylvia's charming Eyes,
Whose Soul is there confess'd.
All soft and sweet the Maid appears,
With looks that know no Art;
And though she yields with Trembling Fears,
She yields with all her Heart. ”

“ We come here to live,
And sad Thoughts away drive,
With good store of immortal Claret.
Tho' the Glasses stand there,
They shan't do so here,
'Tis the only kind Lesson that teaches;
Whilst it seems to say,
Life's short, Drink away,
No time o'er your Liquor to Preach is.
Then fill up the Glass,
About let it pass,
Tho' the Marble of death doth remind us;
The Wine shall ne'er die,
Tho' you must and I,
We'll not leave a drop of't behind us. ”

“ In vain I may pray to Love's Powers,
To ease me and pity my Pain;
Since the Heart that I sue for is yours,
Who all other Powers disdain:
Like a Goddess you Absolute reign,
You alone 'tis can save or kill;
To whom else then should I complain,
Since my fate must depend on your will.
The Coy Lass dress'd up in her best Commode and Top-knot. ”

“ No Man is able,
To say, it is this, or 'tis that;
An idle Passion,
Of such a Fashion,
'Tis like I cannot tell what.
Fair in the Cradle,
Foul in the Saddle,
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Always too cold, or too hot;
An errant Lyar,
Fed by Desire,
It is, and yet it is not.
Love is a Fellow,
Clad all in Yellow,
The Canker-worm of the Mind;
A privy Mischief,
And such a sly Thief,
No Man knows where him to find.
Love is a Wonder,
'Tis here, and 'tis yonder,
'Tis common to all Men, we know ”

“ Apollo, Daphne did pursue,
Embraced the Maid, though chang'd to a Tree:
If God's could love at such a rate,
Poor Mortals must adore:
Dorinda's Merit is as great;
'Tis just, 'tis just to love her more. ”

“ A Song, Sung by Mrs. Hudson, in the Play call'd Love Triumphant:
Or, Nature will prevail. Set by Mr. John Eccles.
WHAT state of Life can be so blest,
As Love that warms a Lover's Breast;
Two Souls in one the same desire,
To grant the Bliss and to require:
But if in Heaven a Hell we find,
'Tis all from thee, oh Jealousy!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou Tyrant, tyrant
Jealousy, thou tyrant, Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou tyrant of the mind. ”

“ Once we thought 'twould never be Night,
But now alass 'twill never be light;
Heavenly mercy shine on our Souls,
Death draws near, hark, Sepulchres Bell Toles:
Nature is stronger in Youth than in Age,
Grant us thy Spirit Lord Grief to assuage:
Courses of Evil brought us to this,
Sinful Pleasure, deceitful Bliss:
We ne'er shou'd have cause so much to repent,
Could we with our Callings have been but Content:
The Snares of Wine and Women fair,
First were the cause that we now Despair. ”

“ A Song in the Comedy call'd The Maid's last Prayer:
Or, Any thing rather than fail.
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THO' you make no return to my Passion,
Still, still I presume to adore;
'Tis in Love but an odd Reputation,
When faintly repuls'd to give o'er:
When you talk of your duty,
I gaze at your Beauty;
Nor mind the dull Maxim at all,
Let it reign in Cheapside,
With the Citizens Bride:
It will ne'er be receiv'd, it will ne'er, ne'er, it will
ne'er be receiv'd at White-hall.
What Apochryphal Tales are you told,
By one who wou'd make you believe ”

“ I'll soon have them all whipp'd out of the Town,
O rare doings at Bath, Raffling, and Fidling, &c.
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The Distress'd Shepherd, A Song.
I Am a poor Shepherd undone,
And cannot be Cur'd by Art;
For a Nymph as bright as the Sun,
Has stole away my Heart:
And how to get it again,
There's none but she can tell;
To cure me of my Pain,
By saying she loves me well:
And alass poor Shepherd,
Alack and a welladay;
Before I was in Love,
Oh every Month was May.
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If to Love she cou'd not incline,
I told her I'd die in an Hour;
To die says she 'tis in thine,
But to Love 'tis not in my Power. ”

“ WHILST Phillis is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance,
With Forces United, bids resistless defiance;
Each touch of her Lip, makes Wine sparkle Higher,
And her Eyes by her Drinking, redouble the Fire:
Her Cheeks grow the brighter, recruiting their Colour,
As Flowers by sprinkling revive with fresh Odour;
Each Dart dipt in Wine, Love wounds beyond curing,
And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more enduring.
The first Song, Sung by Mr. Prince, in the Maid in the Mill.
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HOW long, how long shall I pine for Love? ”

“ Crowding Joys to eager Blisses,
Still renewing may you last:
Nor by a fantastick Fashion,
Being lawful please the less;
But may I indulge my Passion,
Blest in none but her I bless.
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TOM Tinker.
TOM Tinker's my true love, and I am his Dear,
And I will go with him his Budget to bear;
For of all the young Men he has the best luck,
All the Day he will Fuddle, at Night he will ——
This way, that way, which way you will,
I am sure I say nothing that you can take Ill. ”

“ Yet my Nose shall Challenge although it be flat,
A place with my Neighbours at whiping the Cat.
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All Sing.
Room for good Noses the best in our Town,
Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown:
For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel,
So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel.
The SHARPEST.
My Nose is the Sharpest good Neighbours mark well,
The smoak of a Banquet three Mile I can smell;
Forged and shaped so sharp at the End,
Makes known that I pass not what others do spend.
Yet must my Nose spiced most orderly be,
With Nutmegs and Ginger, or else 'tis not for me ”

“ Beset with Care and Fear;
And that (I wuss)
Kills many a Puss,
Before her clymacht Year:
But freedom and mirth,
Create a new Birth,
While Sack's the Aqua Vitæ,
That Vigour and Spirit gives,
Liquor Almighty!
Whereby the poor Mortal lives.
Let us be blith,
In spight of Death's Syth,
And with an Heart and half,
Drink to our Friends,
And think of no Ends,
But keep us sound and safe:
While Healths do go round,
No Malady's found,
The Maw-sick in the Morning,
For want of his wonted strain ”

“ For to follow Love's Alarms:
All 'till now were perfect Friends,
Bound by Innocence and Truth;
'Till sly Love to gain his ends,
Made a difference 'twixt each Youth.
Each expected which should be,
Made the happy Man by Love;
While for want of Liberty,
None could truly happy prove:
But at length they all arriv'd,
To a charming easie Grove;
Where the Nymph had well contriv'd,
To be happy with her Love.
There in amorous folding twin'd,
Strephon with his Lisbea lay;
Both to mutual Joys enclin'd,
Let their Inclinations stray:
As the curling Vines embracing,
Fondly of the Oak around ”

“ Nor me of Bacchus Joys deprive,
For them I Venus will forsake:
Despise the feeble Nets she lays,
And scorn the Man she can o'ercome;
In Drinking we see happy Days,
But in a fruitless Passion none.
'Tis Wine alone that cheers the Soul,
But Love and Women make us sad ”

“ Whatever I suffer forbear,
Forbear to accuse my false Maid,
Tho' thro' the wide World we shou'd range,
'Tis in vain from our Fortunes to fly;
'Twas hers to be false and to change,
'Tis mine to be Constant and die. ”

“ Where 'tis not to be had you know,
The King must lose his Right:
Let one side laugh, the other mourn,
We nothing have to fear;
But that great Lords will Beggars be,
To be as great as we are.
What tho' we make the World believe,
That we are Sick or lame ”

“ With a Granum's Inspection, and Doctor's Direction,
But not the Specifick, that suits my Complexion:
The Flower of my Age is full blown in my Face,
Yet no Man considers, yet no Man considers
My comfortless Case.
Young Women were valued, as I have been told,
In the late times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold;
But now there is Fighting, we are nothing but sliting,
Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting:
'Tis a shame that Mankind, should love killing and slaying
And mind not supplying the stock that's decaying. ”

“ Tho' you ne'er cease,
Thro', thro', you may thrust me thro'.
Such Death is a Pleasure,
When Life's a Disease.
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The precaution'd Nymph, Set by L. Ramondon.
GO, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex be gone,
Leave, leave, oh leave, leave me to my self alone;
Why wou'd you strive by fond pretence,
Thus to destroy my Innocence.
Know, Cælia you too late betray'd,
Then thus you did the Nymph upbraid;
Love like a Dream usher'd by night,
Flyes the approach of Morning light.
Go falsest of your Sex begone,
Oh! Leave me to my self alone ”

“ Our Teachers do the same:
In Trade Dissembling is no crime,
And we may live to see;
That Begging in a little time,
The only Trade will be.
Tune, Let CÆSAR rejoyce.
ALPHONZO, if you Sir,
Your Heart have resign'd;
Take care what you do, Sir,
For a Lover is blind.
Beware of the Snare,
That for Lovers is laid:
Beware of the Fair,
But more treacherous Maid:
For when tir'd with the Joy,
Of a Minutes delight;
You'll repent the next Morn,
What you did over Night.
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A new Ballad, Sung at Messieurs Brook and Hellier's Club,
at the Temple-Tavern in Fleet-Street. ”