THE MAN'S THE MASTER. A DRINKING ROUND. THE bread is all baked, The embers are raked; 'Tis midnight now by chanticleer's first crowing; Let's kindly carouse Whilst 'top of the house The cats fall out in the heat of their wooing. Stay, stay, the nurse is waked, the child does cry, The cradle's rocked, the child is hushed again, This clashing does but shew, That, as in music, so in love must be Some discord to make up a harmony. Sing, sing! When crickets sing why should not we? The crickets were merry before us; The chimney's their church, the oven their quire. Let 'em ring, Let 'em sing, Whilst we spend the night in love and in laughter. When night is gone, O then too soon The discords and cares of the day come after. Come boys! a health, a health, a double health "Twill quickly grow early when it is late: To him, to me, To all who beauty love, and business hate. THE CRUEL BROTHER. GRIEVE NOT FOR THE PAST. EEP no more for what is past, WE For time in motion makes such haste He hath no leisure to descry Those errors which he passeth by. If we consider accident, It And how repugnant unto sense GERVASE MARKHAM AND WILLIAM SAMPSON. [THESE writers belong to the time of Charles I., in whose service Markham bore a captain's commission. He was a writer of some authority in his day on agriculture and husbandry. Of Sampson nothing is known except that he was the author of two plays, and assisted Markham in the piece from which the following song is taken.] HEROD AND ANTIPATER. SIMPLES TO SELL. COME will you buy? for I have here The rarest gums that ever were; Come will you buy? Have medicines for that malady. Is there a lady in this place, Will make your pale cheeks plump and fat. Should I thus cry, And none a scruple of me buy? Come buy, you lusty gallants, These simples which I sell; In all your days were never seen like these, The wholesome gilliflower, Both the cowslip, lily, And the daffodilly, With a thousand in my power. Here's golden amaranthus, That true love can provoke, Of horehound store, and poisoning helebore, With the polipode of the oak; Here's chaste vervine, and lustful eringo, Health preserving sage, And rue which cures old age, With a world of others, Making fruitful mothers; All these attend me as my page. 235 JASPER MAYNE. 1604-1672. [DR. JASPER MAYNE was a distinguished preacher in the time of Charles I., and held two livings in the gift of the University of Oxford, from which he was expelled under the Commonwealth. At the Restoration, however, he was not only re-appointed to his former benefice, but made chaplain in ordinary to his Majesty, and archdeacon of Chichester. Dr. Mayne is said to have been a clergyman of the most exemplary character; but there is an anecdote related of him which, if true, shows that he was also a practical humorist. He had an old servant to whom he bequeathed a trunk, which he told him contained something that would make him drink after his death. When the trunk was opened on the Doctor's demise, it was found to contain—a red-herring.] THE CITY MATCH. WE THE WONDERFUL FISH. E show no monstrous crocodile, This fish, none else in heaven had been. SIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1673. THE ADVENTURES OF TWO HOURS. MISTAKEN KINDNESS. CAN Luciamira so mistake, To persuade me to fly? 'Tis cruel kind for my own sake, Like those faint souls, who cheat themselves of breath, Since Love's the principle of life, We know not what they do, are gone from hence, If the Platonics, who would prove Had, with respect, well understood, The passions in the blood, They had suffered bodies to have had their part, SIR WILLIAM KILLIGREW. 1605-1693. SELINDRA. THE HAPPY HOUR. COME, come, thou glorious object of my sight, Oh my joy! my life, my only delight! |