Wit and Mirth or Pills to Purge Melancholy
Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy, stands
as a monumental achievement in the realm of English music
and literature. Edited originally by Henry Playford between
1698 and 1706, Thomas D'Urfey brought together this collection
of songs, ballads and poems in a final six-volume edition
in 1719–1720. It includes songs from the Elizabethan
and the Restoration periods, and later. Some were composed
by D'Urfey himself, others by well-known composers and authors.
The majority are anonymous. The collection unfolded over
two decades, with instalments appearing between 1698 and
1720. The final iteration offered a staggering selection
exceeding 1,000 songs and poems, and it became a cultural
phenomenon, a cornerstone of popular music in its era. D'Urfey,
with a keen eye for public taste, incorporated not only
his own newly composed pieces but also a rich selection
of well-established ballads, ensuring a wide-ranging representation
of contemporary musical trends. The collection transcended
mere entertainment, achieving remarkable commercial success.
This commercial triumph solidified its cultural significance,
and Wit and Mirth continues to be a vital resource for scholars.
It offers a unique window into the popular culture and musical
landscape of late 17th and early 18th century England. By
delving into the songs and poems that resonated with the
public, the collection provides invaluable context for understanding
the social and artistic sensibilities of the period. It
allows researchers to analyse not just the works of established
playwrights and poets, but also the often overlooked tastes
of the common people, revealing the heartbeat of popular
culture during a fascinating historical epoch.
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Volume I: Songs and Poems |
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Songs |
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'A
Tory, a Whigg, and a moderate Man,' |
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'As
far as the glittering God of Day,' |
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'Arise
my Muse, and to thy tuneful Lyre,' |
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'As
the Delian God to fam'd Halcyon,' |
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'All
the World's in Strife and Hurry,' |
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'All
you that either hear or read,' |
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'Ah,
how sweet are the cooling Breez,' |
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'As
soon as the Chaos,' |
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'At
Winchester was a Wedding,' |
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'Ah
! Phillis why are you less tender,' |
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'And
in each Track of Glory since,' |
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one Night had occasion to p—,' |
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'Britains
now let yoys increase,' |
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'Behold,
behold the Man that with,' |
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'Blow,
blow Boreas blow, and let thy' |
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'Behold
how all the Stars give way,' |
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'Blowzabella
my bouncing Doxy,' |
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'Bright
was the Morning, cool was,' |
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the Drum, beat, beat the,' |
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'Church Scruples and Jars plunge all,' |
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'Come
all, great, small, short, tall,' |
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'Celemene, pray tell me,' |
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'Celadon, when Spring came on,' |
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'Come Jug, my Hony, lets to bed,' |
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'Chloe found Amyntas lying,' |
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'Draw, draw the Curtain, fye,' |
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'Damon turn your Eyes to me,' |
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'Dear Pinckaninny, if half a Guinea,' |
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'De'l take the War that hurry'd,' |
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'From rosie Bowers where sleeps the God,' |
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'Fame and Isis joyn'd in one,' |
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'From glorious Toyls of War,' |
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'From azure Plains, blest with eternal,' |
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'Flow the flow'ry Rain,' |
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'Farewel the Towns ungrateful Noise,' |
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'Fame loudly thro' Europe passes,' |
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'For too many past Years with,' |
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'Fill every Glass, and recommend 'em,' |
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'From Dunkirk one Night they stole,' |
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'Fly, fly from my Sight, fly far away,' |
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'Fate had design'd this worst of all,' |
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'Fareweel my bonny, bonny witty' |
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'Giovani amanti voi chi Sapete,' |
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'Great Lord Frog to Lady Mouse,' |
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'Grand Lewis let Pride be abated,' |
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'Great Caesar is crown'd,' |
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'Groves and Woods, high Rocks and,' |
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'Genius of England, from thy,' |
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'Grand Louis falls headlong down,' |
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'Great Jove once made Love like,' |
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'Hark,
Lewis groans, good Fader,' |
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'How vile are the sordid Intrigues,' |
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'Hark the thundring Cannons roar,' |
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'Hark, the Cock crow'd, 'tis Day all abroad,' |
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'Jolly Roger twangdillo of,' |
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'In Kent so fam'd of old,' |
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'I
burn, I burn, I burn, I burn,' |
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'Jug, jug, jug, Jug, jug, jug,' |
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'In old Italian Tales we read,' |
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'In Kent I hear there lately did dwell,' |
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'If you will love me, be free in,' |
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'I
hate a Fop that at his Glass,' |
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'Jockey was a dawdy Lad,' |
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'In January last, on Munnonday,' |
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'If a woful sad Ditty to know thou,' |
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'Joy to the Bridegroom,' |
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'Let the dreadful Engines,' |
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'Lord ! what's come to my Mother,' |
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'Le printems, r'apelle aux Armes,' |
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'Life's short Hours too fast are hasting,' |
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'Lads and Lasses blith and Gay,' |
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'Maiden fresh as a Rose,' |
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'Mad Loons of Albany,' |
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'Monsieur looks pale,' |
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'Madam je vous prie you will right me,' |
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'Monsieur grown too mighty,' |
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'Musing of late on Windsor,' |
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'My dear Cock adoodle,' |
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'Now, now comes on the glorious,' |
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'Now Cannon smoke Clouds all,' |
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'Now over England Joy to express,' |
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'Now some Years are gone,' |
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'Near famous Covent-Garden,' |
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'Now is the Sun,' |
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'One Sunday at St. James's Prayers,' |
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'One long Whitson Holiday,' |
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'Old Lewis must thy frantick Riot,' |
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'One April Morn, when from the Sea,' |
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'Oh Love, if a God thou wilt be,' |
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'Of old, when Heroes thought it base,' |
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'Opening Budds began to shew,' |
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'Of all noble Sports,' |
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'One Morn as lately Musing,' |
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'Oh Jenny, Jenny, where hast thou been,' |
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'Of all the simple things we do,' |
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'Of all the World's Enjoyments,' |
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'On the Brow of Richmond Hill,' |
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'Pray, now John let Jug prevail,' |
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'Pastorella inspire the Morning,' |
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'Que chacun remplisse son verre,' |
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'Ride all England o'er,' |
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'Raptures attending Dwellers divine,' |
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'Remember ye Whigs what was formerly,' |
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'Rise bonny Kate,' |
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'Royal and fair,' |
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'Sing mighty Marlborough's Story,' |
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'Since Times are so bad, I must tell,' |
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'Sleep, sleep, poor Youth,' |
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'Sing, sing all ye Muses,' |
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'Spring invites, the Troops are going,' |
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'Sound Fame thy golden Trumpet, sound,' |
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'Since long o'er the Town,' |
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'Since now the World's turn'd upside down,' |
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'Snug of late the Barons sate,' |
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'Says Roger to Will, both our Teams,' |
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'Sylvander royal by his Birth,' |
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'Sawney was tall, and of noble Race,' |
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'The Glorious Day is come.' |
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'The old Wife she sent to the,' |
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'The Valiant Eugene to Vienna,' |
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'The infant blooming Spring appears,' |
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'To shew Tunbridge Wells,' |
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'Twas early one Morning the Cock,' |
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'Then welcome from Vigo,' |
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'Twanty Years and mear at Edinborough,' |
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'The Clock had struck, faith I cannot,' |
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'Twas when the Sheep were shearing,' |
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'The Sun had loos'd his weary Team,' |
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'The Night her blackest Sable wore,' |
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'Twas within a Furlong of,' |
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'To Horse brave Boys of New-Market,' |
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'Victumnus Flora, you that bless,' |
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'Where Oxen do low, |
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'Welfare Trumpets, Drums and,' |
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'When Love fair Psyche made,' |
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'What Beauty do I see,' |
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'Woe is me, what mun I do,' |
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'What are these Ideots doing,' |
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'Within an Arbor of Delight,' |
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'We Prophets of the Modern Race,' |
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'Would you have a Young Virgin,' |
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'When Innocence and Beauty meet,' |
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'Well may'st thou prate with,' |
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'When Phoebus does rise,' |
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'We London Valets all are Creatures,' |
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'When the Spring in Glory,' |
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'Who in Old Sodom would live,' |
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'Whilst favour'd Bishops new Sleeves,' |
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'Whilst wretched Fools sneak up,' |
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'Where divine Gloriana her Palace,' |
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'When Phillida with Jockey play'd,' |
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'When first Amyntas su'd for a Kiss,' |
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'Ye Beaus of Pleasure,' |
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'Ye Jacks of the Town,' |
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'Ye Peers that in State,' |
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'Ye Britons aw that,' |
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'You love, and yet when I ask you,' |
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'You Nymphs and Sylvian Gods,' |
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'Young Philander woo'd me long,' |
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'Young Collin, cleaving of a Beam,' |
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Poems |
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'Amongst all Characters divine,' |
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'As in Intrigues of Love we find it,' |
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'As when some mighty Monarch,' |
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'As when repentant Israel once distrest,' |
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'As when Hiperion with victorious,' |
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'Brave is that Poet that dares draw,' |
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'Come Spouse, to talk in Mode now,' |
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'If this strange Vice in all good,' |
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'In this wise Town two Games precedence,' |
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'In hopes the coming Scenes your,' |
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'In sweet Retirement, freed from,' |
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'Mongst our Forefathers, that pure,' |
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'When the New World all Laws,' |
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Source:
Thomas D'Urfey, ed. Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy,
vols. 1-6. New York: Folklore Library Publishers, 1959.
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