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WIT and MIRTH: OR PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY

EDITED BY THOMAS D'URFEY

IN SIX VOLUMES VOLUME VI

FOLKLORE LIBRARY PUBLISHERS, INC. NEW YORK 1959

AN

Alphabetical TABLE

OF THE

SONGS

Contain'd in this

BOOK.

A Pag.

_As_ Amoret _and_ Thyrsis _lay,_ 30 _As unconcern'd and free as Air,_ 33 _As I am a Sailor,_ 41 _And now, now the Duke's March,_ 47 Aurelia _now one Moment lost,_ 48 _After the pangs of fierce Desire,_ 78 _A Pox on the Fool,_ 119 _A Young Man lately in our Town,_ 180 _All Joy to Mortals,_ 181 _A Pox on the Times,_ 184 _A Pox on such Fools! let the,_ 186 _As Cupid many Ages past,_ 188 _All Christians that have Ears to hear,_ 202 _As at Noon_ Dulcina _rested,_ 206 _A Dean and Prebendary,_ 213 _A World that's full of Fools and Mad-men,_ 229 Astutus Constabularius, 237 Amor est Pegma, 239 _Abroad as I was walking, I'spy'd,_ 247 _A Pedlar proud as I heard tell,_ 248 _A Young Man and a Maid,_ 251 _All own the Young_ Sylvia _is,_ 261 _A Swain in despair,_ 262 _As I came down the hey Land Town,_ 275 _A Jolly young_ Grocer _of_ London Town, 286 _As it befel upon one time,_ 289 _A Taylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation,_ 292 _A Comely Dame of_ Islington, 296 _Ah! how happy's he,_ 303 _A Little Love may prove a Pleasure,_ 307 _At the Change as I was a walking,_ 324 _All you that must take a leap in the Dark,_ 327 Alphonzo, _if you Sir,_ 339 _A Worthy_ London _Prentice,_ 342 _At the break of Morning light,_ 357

B

_Belinda's pretty, pretty pleasing Form,_ 11 _Blush not redder than the Morning,_ 195 _Banish my_ Lydia _these,_ 203 _Beauty, like Kingdoms not for one,_ 217 _Beneath a cool Shade_ Amaryllis, 270 _Boasting Fops who court the Fair,_ 314

C

_Come here's a good Health,_ 8 Cupid _make your Virgins tender,_ 17 Corinna _I excuse thy Face,_ 34 Chloe _found Love for his_ Psyche, 49 _Coy_ Belinda _may discover,_ 52 Corinna _'tis you that I Love,_ 54 _Come buy my Greens and Flowers,_ 124 CÊlia's _bright Beauty all others transcend,_ 157 _Come from the Temple, away to the Bed,_ 198 _Come all that are dispos'd,_ 255 Chloris, _can you,_ 299 CÊlia _be not too complying,_ 306 _Clasp'd in my dear_ Melinda's _Arms,_ 318 _Come_ CÊlia _come, let's sit and,_ 325

D

_Do not rumple my Top-knot,_ 55 _Day was spent and Night,_ 208 _Dear_ Catholick _brother,_ 277 _Dear Mother I am Transported,_ 278 _Despairing besides a clear stream,_ 363

E

_Ere_ Phillis _with her looks did kill,_ 321

F

_Fly, fly ye lazy Hours,_ 24 _Fye_ Amaryllis, _cease to grieve,_ 27 _Fairest Isle, all Isles excelling,_ 56 _Fye_ Jockey, _never prattle,_ 77 _Forgive me_ Cloe _if I dare,_ 175 _Fortune is blind and Beauty unkind,_ 242 _From Father_ Hopkins, 245 _Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure,_ 259 _Fill the Glass fill, fill,_ 280 _Farewel my useless Scrip,_ 320 _Fates I defie, I defie your Advances,_ 345 _Farewel_ Chloe, _O farewel,_ 365

G

_God Prosper long our Gracious Queen,_ 4 _Go, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex,_ 288 _Good morrow Gossip_ Joan, 315

H

_How long, how long shall I pine,_ 14 _Hang this whining way of Wooing,_ 58 _Here's the Summer sprightly, gay,_ 59 _How happy's the Husband,_ 73 _Having spent all my Coin,_ 169 _How happy, how happy is she,_ 176 _Hang the Presbyters Gill,_ 182 _Honest Shepherd, since,_ 205 _How happy's that Husband who after,_ 241 _How is the World transform'd,_ 257 _Hub ub, ub, boo;_ 281 _Had I but Love,_ 304 _How happy are we,_ 319 _Hear_ Chloe _hear,_ 356 _How happy's he who weds a Wife,_ 370 _How Charming_ Phillis _is, how Fair,_ 372

I

_If I hear_ Orinda _Swear,_ 21 _Just coming from Sea,_ 35 _If ever you mean to be kind,_ 75 _I know her false,_ 76 _I am come to lock all fast,_ 78 _In vain_ Clemene _you bestow,_ 80 _If Wine be a Cordial,_ 82 _I fain wou'd find a passing,_ 139 _If I should go seek the,_ 141 _I seek no more to shady coverts,_ 166 _I try'd in Parks and Plays,_ 173 _In a Flowry Myrtle _Grove, 196 _I am a Jolly Toper,_ 200 _I'll tell you all, both great,_ 233 _I am a cunning Constable,_ 236 _I Courted and Writ,_ 253 _I'll tell thee_ Dick _where I have,_ 282 _I am a poor Shepherd undone,_ 284 _I Love to Madness, rave t' enjoy,_ 285 _I'll press, I'll bless thee Charming,_ 297 _I'm vext to think that_ Damon, 317 _I have a Tenement to Let,_ 355

K

_Ken you, who comes here,_ 18

L

_Let not Love, let not Love on me,_ 23 Liberia's _all my Thought,_ 51 _Let_ Mary _live long,_ 84 Lerinda _complaineth that,_ 85 _Lay by your Pleading,_ 191 _Love's Pow'r in my Heart,_ 204 _Let's wet the whistle of the,_ 224 _Let's Sing as one may say,_ 226 Lucinda _has the de'el and all,_ 232 _Love is a Bauble,_ 238 Lais _when you,_ 295 Lorenzo _you amuse the Town,_ 302 _Love's Passion never knew,_ 305 _Let those Youths who Freedom_ 333 Lavia _would, but dare not venture,_ 353 _Love, the sweets of Love,_ 368

M

Marlborough's _a brave Commander,_ 9 _My dear_ Corinna _give me leave,_ 81 _May her blest Example chace,_ 97 _My Dear and only Love,_ 122 _My Nose is the largest of all,_ 131 _My Nose is the Flattest of all,_ 132 _Mortals learn your Lives to,_ 161 Mirtillo, _whilst you patch,_ 169 _My Friend thy Beauty,_ 294 _Must Love, that Tyrant of the,_ 315 _My_ Theodora _can those Eyes,_ 337

N

_Now dry up thy Tears,_ 40 _No, no, poor suffering Heart,_ 90 _New Pyramid's raise,_ 99 _Never sigh, but think of kissing,_ 103 _Now, now the Queen's Health,_ 116 _Noble King_ Lud, 134 _Now I'm resolv'd to Love no more,_ 312 _Not your Eyes_ Melania _move me,_ 322 _Now, now the Night's come,_ 349 _Now_ Jockey _and_ Moggy _are ready,_ 350

O

_Oh! my Panting, panting Heart,_ 25 _Over the Mountains,_ 86 _Oh how Happy's he, who from,_ 105 _Oh! the mighty pow'r of Love,_ 162 _Oh the Charming Month of_ May, 344 _Oh_ Roger _I've been to see_ Eugene, 346 _Of all the handsome Ladies,_ 348

P

Phillis _lay aside your Thinking,_ 107 _Pish fye, you're rude Sir,_ 108 Phillis, _I can ne'er forgive it,_ 187 _Poor_ Sawney _had marry'd a Wife,_ 268

R

_Room for Gentlemen,_ 136 _Retire old Miser,_ 209 _Richest Gift of lavish Nature,_ 264

S

_She met with a Country-man,_ 31 _Stand, clear, my Masters,_ 62 _Sometimes I am a Tapster new,_ 91 _She went Apparell'd neat and fine,_ 95 _Say cruel_ Amoret, _how long,_ 112 _Such command o'er my Fate,_ 113 _Sit you merry Gallants,_ 145 _Since_ Phillis _swears Inconstancy,_ 194 _Some in the Town go betimes,_ 197 _Suppose a Man does all he can,_ 210 Sors sine visu, 244 _See bleeding at your Feet,_ 311 _Since_ Tom's _in the Chair, and every one here,_ 340 _Such a happy, happy, Life,_ 362

T

_To meet her_ Mars _the Queen of Love,_ 19 _Thus_ Damon _knock'd at _CÊlia's _Door,_ 37 _The World is a Bubble and full of,_ 38 _Through the cold shady Woods,_ 44 _The gordian Knot,_ 88 _There Dwelt a Widow in this Town,_ 93 _There was an Old Man,_ 100 _There is a Thing which in the light,_ 106 _There's not a Swain,_ 110 _Tormenting Beauty leave my Breast,_ 111 _Tell me why so long,_ 114 _'Tis a foolish mistake,_ 115 _Tell me, tell me, charming,_ 128 _Tho' thou'rt ugly and Old,_ 143 _Tho' you make no return,_ 149 _The King is gone to_ Oxon _Town,_ 158 _Tho' I love and she knows it,_ 167 _There was three Travellers,_ 177 Troy _had a breed of brave,_ 218 _There's none so Pretty,_ 222 _The Ordinance a-board,_ 250 _That scornful_ Sylvia's _Chains,_ 260 Tom _Tinker's my true love,_ 265 _To you Fair Ladies now at Land,_ 272 _Then come kind_ Damon _come,_ 323 _The Night is come that will,_ 330 _There's a new set of Rakes,_ 330 _Tho' Begging is an Honest Trade,_ 338 _The Rosey Morn lukes blith and Gay,_ 360 _The Restauration now's the Word,_ 361

U

_Underneath the Castle Wall,_ 120 _Unguarded lies the wishing Maid,_ 129 Vobis magnis parvis dicam, 234

W

_Whilst_ Phillis _is Drinking,_ 13 _War, War and Battle now no more,_ 15 _What shall I do, I am undone,_ 121 _When Wit and Beauty,_ 151 _When_ Sylvia _was kind,_ 153 _What, Love a crime,_ 154 _When I have often heard young Maids,_ 156 _What state of Life can be,_ 163 _When_ Jockey _first I saw,_ 165 _When_ Dido _was a_ Carthage _Queen,_ 192 _We merry Wives of_ Windsor, 211 _Wo'as me poor Lass! what mun,_ 263 _When on her Eyes,_ 267 _With sighing and wishing,_ 271 _What sayest thou,_ 287 _What shall I do, I've lost my Heart,_ 299 _When I was in the low Country,_ 300 _Walk up to Virtue Strait,_ 301 _When first I lay'd Siege to my_ Chloris, 308 _Why alas do you now leave me,_ 309 _When Beauty such as yours,_ 310 _When crafty Fowlers would,_ 313 _Who can_ Dorinda's _Beauty view,_ 326 _When embracing my Friends,_ 354 _Why will_ Clemene _when I gaze,_ 372

Y

_Ye Commons and Peers,_ 1 _You guess by my wither'd Face,_ 172 _You Friends to Reformation,_ 215 _Young_ Strephon _and_ Phillis, 220 _Young_ Strephon _he has Woo'd_ 241 _You Ladies draw near,_ 329 _You tell me_ Dick _you've lately,_ 331 _Your Melancholy's all a Folly,_ 334

Z

_Z--ds Madam return me my Heart,_ 147

PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY.

VOL. VI.

_A_ BALLAD _on the Battle of_ AUDENARD. _Set by Mr._ LEVERIDGE.

[Music]

Ye Commons and Peers, Pray lend me your Ears, I'll Sing you a Song if I can; How _Lewis le Grand_, Was put to a Stand, By the Arms of our Gracious Queen ANN.

How his Army so great, Had a total Defeat, Not far from the River of _Dender_; Where his Grand-Children twain, For fear of being slain, Gallop'd off with the Popish Pretender.

To a Steeple on High, The Battle to Spy, Up Mounted these clever young Men; And when from the Spire They saw so much Fire, They cleverly came down again.

Then a Horse-back they got, All upon the same spot, By advice of their Cousin _Vendosme_; 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.

Thus boldly he stood, As became that high Blood, Which runs in his Veins so blue; This Gallant young Man Being kin to Queen ANN, Fought as were she a Man, she wou'd do.

What a Racket was here, (I think 'twas last Year) For a little ill Fortune in _Spain_; When by letting 'em Win, We have drawn the Putts in To lose all they are worth this Campaign.

Tho' _Bruges_ and _Ghent_, To the Monsieur we lent, With Interest he soon shall repay 'em; While _Paris_ may Sing, With her sorrowful King _De Profundis_, instead of _Te Deum_.

From their Dream of Success, They'll awaken we guess At the sound of Great _Marlborough's_ Drums; They may think if they will Of _Almanza_ still, But 'tis _Blenheim_ wherever he comes.

O _Lewis_ perplex'd, What General's next? Thou hast hitherto chang'd 'em in vain; He has beat 'em all round, If no new ones are found, He shall Beat the old over again.

We'll let _Tallard_ out If he'll take t'other bout; And much he's improv'd let me tell ye, With _Nottingham_ Ale, At every Meal, And good Pudding and Beef in his Belly.

As Losers at Play, Their Dice throw away, While the Winner he still Wins on; Let who will Command, Thou hadst better Disband, For Old Bully thy Doctors are gone.

A Happy Memorable BALLAD, _On the Fight near_ Audenard, _between the Duke of_ Marlborough, _of_ Great-Britain; _and the Duke of_ Vendosme, _of_ France. _As also the strange and wonderful Manner how the Princes of the Blood Royal of_ France, _were found in a Wood. In allusion to the_ Unhappy Memorable SONG _commonly call'd_ CHEVY-CHACE.

[Music]

God Prosper long our Gracious Queen, Our Lives and Safeties all: A woful Fight of late their did Near _Audenard_ befal.

To drive the _French_ with Sword and Gun, Brave _Marlborough_ took his Way; Ah! woe the Time that _France_ beheld The Fighting of that Day.

The Valiant Duke to Heaven had swore, _Vendosme_ shou'd pay full dear, For _Ghent_ and _Bruges_, e'er his Fame Should reach his Master's Ear.

And now with Eighty Thousand bold, And chosen Men of Might; He with the _French_ began to wage A sharp and bloody Fight.

The Gallant _Britains_ swiftly ran, The _French_ away to Chase; On _Wednesday_ they began to fight, When Day-light did decrease.

And long before high-Night, they had Ten Thousand _Frenchmen_ slain; And all the Rivers Crimson flow'd, As they were dy'd in grain.

The _Britains_ thro' the Woods pursu'd, The nimble _French_ to take; And with their Cries the Hills and Dales, And every Tree did shake.

The Duke then to the Wood did come, In hopes _Vendosme_ to meet; When lo! the Prince of _Carignan_ Fell at his Grace's Feet.

Oh! Gentle Duke forbear, forbear, Into that Wood to shoot; If ever pity mov'd your Grace, But turn your Eyes and look:

See where the Royal Line of _France_, Great _Lewis's_ Heirs do lie; And sure a Sight more pitious was Ne'er seen by Mortal Eye.

What Heart of Flint but must relent, Like Wax before the Sun: To see their Glory at an end, E'er yet it was begun.

Whenas our General found your Grace, Wou'd needs begin to Fight: As thinking it wou'd please the Boys, To see so fine a Sight.

He straightway sent them to the Top Of yonder Church's Spire; Where they might see, and yet be safe From Swords and Guns, and Fire.

But first he took them by the Hand, And kiss'd them e'er they went; Whilst Tears stood in their little Eyes, As if they knew th' Event.

Then said, he would with Speed return, Soon as the Fight was done; But when he saw his Men give Ground, Away he basely run,

And left these Children all alone, As Babes wanting Relief; And long they wandred up and down, No Hopes to chear their Grief.

Thus Hand in Hand they walk'd, 'till At last this Wood they spy'd; And when they saw the Night grow dark, They here lay down and cry'd.

At this the Duke was inly mov'd, His Breast soft Pity beat; And so he straightway ordered His Men for to Retreat.

And now, but that my Pen is blunt, I might with ease relate; How Fifteen Thousand _French_ were took, Besides what found their Fate.

Nor should the Prince of _Hannover_ In silence be forgot; Who like a Lyon fought on Foot, After his Horse was shot.

And what strange Chance likewise befel, Unto these Children dear: But that your Patience is too much Already tir'd, I fear.