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Editor: Thomas d'Urfey
WIT and MIRTH: OR PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY
EDITED BY THOMAS D'URFEY
FOLKLORE LIBRARY PUBLISHERS, INC. NEW YORK 1959
Alphabetical TABLE
OF THE
SONGS
Contain'd in this
BOOK.
A Pag.
PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Oh! Gentle Duke forbear, forbear, Into that Wood to shoot; If ever pity mov'd your Grace, But turn your Eyes and look:
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 what strange Chance likewise befel, Unto these Children dear: But that your Patience is too much Already tir'd, I fear.
And so God Bless the Queen and Duke, And send a lasting Peace: That Wars and foul Debate henceforth In all the World may cease.
Come, here's a good Health, the Duke I do mean, That bravely Fought, that bravely Fought for his Nation and Queen, May his Fate still be, That Conquer shall he Till the Nation with Peace it be Crown'd; Come Lads never think, But his Health let's Drink, And Sing his Great Praise, and Sing his Great Praise whilst Bumpers pass Round.
Sound the Trumpet Sound, Boys, Let each Man stand his Ground, Boys; Ne'er let us flinch, nor give back an Inch, And so let his Health go round, Boys.
How long, how long shall I pine for Love? How long shall I sue in vain? How long, how long like the Turtle Dove, Must I heavily thus complain? Shall the Sails of my Love stand still, Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground? Oh fye, oh fye, oh fye, oh fye let the Mill, Let the Mill go round, let the Mill, let the Mill go round.
Ken you, who comes here, The Laird of aw the Clan; Whom Ise Love but fear, Because a muckle Man: But what if he's Great, He descends from his State, And receive him, receive him as you can.
Come my Bonny Blith Lads, Shew your best Lukes and Plads, Our Laird is here; Whom we shou'd Love, And who shou'd approve, Our Respect as well as Fear, For the Laird is here whom we Love and Fear.
Beauty's Strength and Treasure, In Falshood still remain; She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain.
Let not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow, Soft Distress, soft Distress and tender Woe; I know none, no, no, no, none but substantial Blisses, Eager Glances, eager Glances, solid Kisses: I know not what the Lover feign, Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain: Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy; But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy. Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy, But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.
Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, hast, bring him here, Swift, swift as my fond Wishes are; When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age: When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age.
Oh! my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad? Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I'm Glad? Oh! Lovers Goddess, who wert form'd, From Cold and Icy, Icy Seas; Instruct me why I am thus warm'd! And Darts at once can wound and please.
Call Pride to thy aid, and be not afraid, Of meeting a Swain that is kind; As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least, at least a more Generous Mind: As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least a more Generous Mind, At least a more Generous Mind.
As unconcern'd and free as Air, I did retain my Liberty; Laugh'd at the Fetters of the Fair, And scorn'd a beauties Slave to be: 'Till your bright Eyes surpriz'd my Heart, And first inform'd me how to Love; Then Pleasure did invade each Part, Yet to conceal my Flame I strove.
Just coming from Sea, our Spouses and we, We Punch it, we Punch it, we Punch it, We Punch it, we Punch it a Board with Couragio; We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey my brave Boys Bonviago: We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, my brave Boys Bonviago.
At last his Sighs and Tears made way, She rose and softly turn'd the Key; Come in said she, but do not, do not stay, I may conclude, you will be rude; But if you are you may: I may conclude, you will be rude, But if you are you may.
The World is a Bubble and full of Decoys, Her glittering Pleasures are flattering Toys; The which in themselves no true Happiness brings, Rich Rubies, nay Diamonds, Chains, Jewels and Rings: They are but as Dross, and in Time will decay, So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty, Tho' never so gay.
Since all things are changing and nothing will last, Since Years, Months, and Minutes thy Beauty will blast, Like Flowers that fade in the fall of the Leaf, Afford me thy Favour and pity my Grief: E'er thy Youth and Beauty does clearly depart, For thou art my Jewel, for thou art my Jewel, The Joy of my Heart.
I value not Riches, for Riches I have, I value not Honour, no Honour I crave; But what thou art able to bless me withal, And if by thy Frowns to Despair I should fall: Then Farewel those Joys which so long I have sought, To languish in Sorrow, to languish in Sorrow, Alass! I am brought.
I come not to flatter, as many have done, Afford me a Smile, or my Dear I shall run Distracted, as being disturbed in Mind, Then now, now, or never be loving and kind: This Day thou canst cherish my sorrowful State, To morrow sweet Jewel, to morrow sweet Jewel, It may be too late.
You know that young Women has rail'd against Men, And counted them false and base flatterers, when We find that your Sexs are as cruel to us, Or else you would never have Tortur'd me thus: As now you have done by your Darts of Disdain, You know that I love you, you know that I love you, Yet all is in vain.
With all the Affections that Words can express, I freely surrender, and can do no less; When as I consider in e'ery Degree, How loyal and faithful thou hast been to me, I cannot be Cruel to one that is True, And so bid thy Sorrows, and so bid thy Sorrows For ever adieu.
As I am a Sailor, 'tis very well known, And I've never as yet had a Wife of my own; But now I am resolved to Marry if I can, To show my self a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man, Man, Man, To show my self a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man.
Abroad I have been, and since home I am come, My Wages I have took, 'tis a delicate Sum; And now Mistress Hostess begins to flatter me, But I have not forgot her former Cruelty, ty, ty, But I have not forgot her former Cruelty.
This Life I did lead for a Month and a Day, And then all my Glory begun to decay: My Money was gone, I quite consum'd my Store, My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score, Score, Score, My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score.
But that which concern'd me more than the rest, My Money it was gone, and she'd needs have me Prest; Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a Passion flew, And ever since I do abhor the Canting Crew, Crew, Crew, And ever since I do abhor the canting Crew.
Now having replenish'd my Stock once again, My Hostess and Daughter I vow to refrain Their Company quite, and betake my self to a Wife, With whom I hope to live a sober Life, Life, Life, With whom I hope to live a sober Life.
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