Wit and Mirth or Pills to Purge Melancholy
Volume III
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Volume III: Songs and Poems |
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'Awake
my Lute, arise my string,' |
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'Adzooks
ches went the other day,' |
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'As
I walk'd forth one summer's day,' |
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'A
Beggar got a Beadle,' |
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'All
you that lov'd our Queen alive,' |
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'As
I sat at my Spinning-Wheel,' |
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'A
Beggar, a Beggar, a Beggar I'll be,' |
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'As
sad Amyntor in a Meadow lay,' |
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'As
I walk'd in the Woods one Ev'ning,' |
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'Adieu
to the Pleasures and Follies of,' |
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'A
Pox of the fooling and plotting,' |
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'A
Curse on all Cares,' |
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'A
Pox of dull mortals of the grave,' |
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'As
May in all her youthful Dress,' |
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'A
Gentle Breeze from the Lavinian Sea,' |
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'A
Soldier and a Sailor, a Tinker and,' |
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'Ah
Jenny gin your Eyes do kill,' |
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'At
London che've bin,' |
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'All
Hands up aloft, swab the,' |
| 'As
I went o'er yon misty Moor,' |
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B |
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'Beneath
a Mirtle Shade,' |
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'Believe
me Jenny, for I tell,' |
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'Bonny
Lad, prithee lay thy Pipe down,' |
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'Bonny
Lads and Damsels,' |
| 'Bonny
Lass gin thou wert mine,' |
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'Come
buy my new Ballad,' |
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'Come
listen a while tho' the Weather,' |
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'Chloris
now thou art fled away,' |
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'Calm
was the Ev'ning, and clear was,' |
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'Come
Sweet Lass, this bonny Weather,' |
| 'Come
if you dare, our Trumpets sound,' |
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D |
| 'Damon
why will you die for Love,' |
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'From
France, from Spain, from Rome,' |
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'Forth
from the dark and dismal Cell,' |
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'Four
and twenty Fidlers all in a Row,' |
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'From
Twelve years old, I oft have,' |
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'Frier
Bacon walks again,' |
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'Fairest
Work of happy Nature,' |
| 'Fairest
Jenny ! thou mun love me,' |
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G |
| 'Great
Alexander's Horse,' |
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'He
that a Tinker, a Tinker would be,' |
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'Ho
Boy, hey Boy, come, come,' |
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'Ho
Boy, hey Boy, come, come,' |
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'He
that intends to take a Wife,' |
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'How
Happy's the Mortal, that lives,' |
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'He
that is a cleer Cavalier will not,' |
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'Have
you e'er seen the Morning Sun,' |
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'How
unhappy a Lover am I,' |
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'Hail
to the Myrtle Shade,' |
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'He
that is resolv'd to Wed' |
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'How
lovely's a Woman before,' |
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'How
long must Woman wish in vain,' |
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'Here's
a Health to Jolly Bacchus,' |
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'Her
Eyes are like the Morning bright,' |
| 'How
blest are Shepherds, how happy,' |
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I (J) |
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'If
I live to grow Old, for I find,' |
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'If
I live to be Old, which I never,' |
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'I
love a Lass but cannot show it,' |
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'I
am a lusty lively Lad,' |
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'In
the merry Month of May,' |
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'I
had a Chloris my Delight,' |
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'If
Musick be the Food of Love,' |
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'I
went to the Alehouse as an honest,' |
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'In
Faith 'tis true, I am in Love,' |
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'I'll
tell you a Story if it be true,' |
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'I
tell thee Dick where I have been,' |
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'I'll
sing you a Sonnet that ne'er was,' |
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'In
a humour I was late,' |
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'I
saw the Lass whom dear I lov'd,' |
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'I
often for my Jenny strove,' |
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'Jockey
was as brisk and blith a Lad,' |
| 'If
Love's a sweet Passion, why does,' |
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'Let
Wine turn a Spark, and Ale,' |
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'Lay
that sullen Garland by thee,' |
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'Leave
off fond Hermite, leave thy Vow,' |
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'Like
a Ring without a Finger,' |
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'Lament,
lament you Scholars all,' |
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'Love
thee ! good Sooth, not I,' |
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'Let
us drink and be merry,' |
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'Let's
Love, and let's Laugh,' |
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'Let
the daring Advent'rers be toss'd,' |
| 'Let's
consecrate a mighty Bowl,' |
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'My
Masters and Friends,' |
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'Methinks
the poor Town has been,' |
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'My
Life and my Death, are both,' |
| 'Man
(Man, Man) is for the Woman,' |
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'Now
that Love's Holiday is come,' |
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'Now
listen a while, and I,' |
| 'Now
God above that made all things,' |
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'Old
Stories tell how Hercules,' |
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'Of
all the Trades that ever I see,' |
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'Of
all the Recreations which,' |
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'O
the Time that is past,' |
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'Oh
Mother, Roger with his Kisses,' |
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'Oh
Fie ! what mean I foolish Maid,' |
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'Ods
hartly wounds, Ize not to plowing,' |
| 'O
raree Show, O brave Show,' |
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'Phillis
at first seem'd much afraid,' |
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'Poor
Caelia once was very fair,' |
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'Pastora's
Beauties when unblown,' |
| 'Pretty
Armida will be kind,' |
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Q |
| 'Quoth
John to Joan, wilt thou,' |
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R |
| 'Ranging
the Plain one Summers,' |
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'Since
love hath in thine, and,' |
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'Since
roving of late,' |
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'Some
Men they do delight in Hounds,' |
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'Sabina
in the dead of Night,' |
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'Sawney
is a Bonny, Bonny Lad,' |
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'Since
there's so small difference,' |
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'Sir
Eglamore, that valiant Knight,' |
| 'Sing,
sing, whilst we trip it, trip,' |
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'There's
many Clinching Verse is made,' |
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'The
sleeping Thames one Morn,' |
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'The
four and twentieth day of May,' |
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'Tom
and Will were Shepherds Swains,' |
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'Tho'
Sylvia's Eyes a Flame could raise,' |
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'Thus
all our lives long we're Frolick,' |
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'Take
not a Woman's Anger ill,' |
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'The
Bonny grey Ey'd Morn began,' |
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'The
Sun was just Setting, the Reaping,' |
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'Tho'
Jockey su'd me long, he met,' |
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'Tell
me Jenny, tell me roundly,' |
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'The
bright Laurinda, whose hard fate,' |
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'There
was a Jovial Beggar,' |
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'Tell
me no more, no more, I am deceiv'd,' |
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'Then
beauteous Nymph look from above,' |
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'There
was a bonny Blade,' |
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'Tobacco
is but an Indian Weed,' |
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'The
Danger is over, the Battle,' |
| 'To
Kiss, to Kiss is pretty, 'tis pretty,' |
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'Undone
! undone ! the Lawyers are,' |
| 'Virgins,
if e'er at length it prove,' |
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'When
my Hairs they grow Hoary,' |
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'Will
you give me leave,' |
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'Why
should we boast of Arthur,' |
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'Where
ever I am, or whatever I do,' |
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'Weep
all ye Nymphs, your Floods unbind,' |
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'Why
is your faithful Slave disdain'd,' |
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'When
Money has done whate'er it can,' |
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'Why
does Willy shun his dear,' |
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'With
an Old Song, made by an Old,' |
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'Wully
and Georgy now beath are gean,' |
| 'What
ungrateful Devil moves you,' |
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'Yonder
comes a courteous Knight,' |
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'You,
understand no tender Vows,' |
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'You
talk of New England,' |
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'Ye
happy Swains, whose Nymphs,' |
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'Your
Gamester, provok'd by his Loss,' |
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'Young
I am and unskill'd,' |
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'You
mad Caps of England who merry,' |
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'You
Lasses and Lads take leave,' |
| 'You
Ladies who are young and gay,' |
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Poems |
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'As
I lay Musing all alone,' |
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'Blandusia
! Nymph of this fair Spring,' |
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'Better
our Heads than Hearts,' |
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'Display
the Standard, let the,' |
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'Down
came Grave Ancient Sir,' |
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'Fetch
me Ben. Johnson's Skull, and,' |
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'If
you will be still,' |
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'Madam,
your Beauty, I confess,' |
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'No
sooner were the doubtful People,' |
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'Of
all the Factions in the Town,' |
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'On
Verse depending, Orpheus urg'd,' |
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'Read,
fairest of the Graces,' |
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'See,
Britains, see, one half before,' |
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'Shou'd
Addison's Immortal Verse,' |
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'Sure
Heavens unerring Voice,' |
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'To
all young Men that love to Wooe,' |
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'There
are I know, Fools that do,' |
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'The
Country People once a Wolf,' |
| 'The
Conquering Genius of our,' |
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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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