Saw you not angels in her eyes,
Whilst that she was a speaking?
Smelt you not smells like Paradise
Between two rubies breaking?
Is not her hair more pure than gold,
Or finest spider's spinning?
Methinks in her I do behold
My joys and woes beginning.
Is not a dimple in her cheek,
Each eye a star that's starting?
Are not all graces install'd in her,
Each step all joys imparting?
Methinks I see her in a cloud,
With graces round about her;
To them I call and cry aloud
I cannot live without her.
Then raging towards the sky I rove,
Thinking to catch her hand,
O then to Jove I call and cry
To let her by me stand,
I look behind, and there I see
My shadow me beguile,
I wish she were as near to me,
Which makes my worship smile.
There is no creaturc can compare
With my beloved Nancy :
Thus I build castles in the air,
This is the fruit of fancy;
My thoughts mount high above the sky,
Of none I stand in awe,
Although my body here doth lie
Upon a pad of straw.
I was as good a harmless youth
Before base Cupid taught me,
Or his own mother, with her charms
Into this case had brought me :
Stript and whipt now must I be,
In Bedlam bound in chains ;
Good people, now you all may see,
What love hath for his pains.
When I was young as others are,
With gallants did I flourish,
O then I was the properest lad
That was in all the parish,
The bracelet that I us'd to wear,
About my arms so tender,
Are turned into iron plates
About my body slender.
My silken suits do now decay,
My cups of gold are vanished,
And all my friends do wear away,
As I from them were barished,
My silver cups are turn'd to earth,
I'm jeered by every clown;
I was a better man by birth,
Till fortune cast me down.
I'm out of frame, and temper too,
Though I'm somewhat chearful
O this can love and fancy do,
If that you be not careful:
O set a watch before your eyes,
Least they betray your heart,
And make you slaves to vanities.
To act a mad man's part.
Declare this to each mother's soc.
Unto each honest lad;
Let them not do as I have de
Lest they like me grow mad:
If Cupid strike, be sure of the,
Let reason rule affection,
So shalt thou never do amits
By reason's good direction.
I have no more to say to you,
My keepers now do chide me,
Now must I bid you all adieu,
God knows what will betide me :
To picking straws now must I go,
My time in Bedlam spending,
Good folks you your beginning know,
But do not know your ending.
[From a very rare Collection of Songs, called-Hunting, Hawking, Dancing, &c. ; set to music by Bennet, Piers, and Ravenscroft, 4to.]
y the moon we sport and play, With the night begins our day; As we frisk the dew doth fall,
Trip it, little Urchins all,
Lightly as the little bee,
Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, go we.
[From the same Collection.]
None but fairies here are seen.
Down and sleep,
Wake and weep,
Pinch him black, and pinch him blue,
That seeks to steal a lover true.
When you come to hear us sing,
Or to tread our fairy ring,
Pinch him black, and pinch him blue,
O thus our nails shall handle you.
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