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My silken suits do now decay,

My cups of gold are vanished, And all my friends do wear away,

As I from them were banished, 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.

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Declare this to each mother's son,

Unto each honest lad;
Let them not do as I have done,

Lest they like me grow, mad:
If Cupid strike, be sure of this, siis

Let reason rule affection, Itt ant ! So shalt thou never do amissis .ow you

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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.]

By 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.

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[From the same Collection.]


you haunt our hallow'd green? 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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Being a Looking-glass for rich Misers, wherein they

may see (if they be not blind) how much they
are to blame for their penurious house-keeping,
and likewise an encouragement to those noble-
minded gentry, who lay out a great part of their
estates in hospitality, relieving such persons as
have need thereof :

Who feasts the poor, a true reward shall find,
Or helps the old, the feeble, lame and blind."

To the tune of—The Delights of the Bottle.

All you that to feasting and mirth are inclin’d, ,
Come here is good news for to pleasure your mind,
Old Christmas is come for to keep open house,
He scorns to be guilty of starving a mouse :
Then come boys, and welcome for diet the chief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.


A long time together he hath been forgot,
They scarce could afford for to hang on the pot;

Such miserly sneaking in England hath been,
As by our forefathers ne'er us’d to be seen;
But now he's returned you shall have in brief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.

The times were ne'er good since Old Christmas was fled,
And all hospitality hath been so dead,
No mirth at our festivals late did

They scarcely would part with a cup of March beer;

shall have for the ease of your grief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.

But now you

The butler and baker, they now may be glad,
The times they are mended, though they have been bad;
The brewer, he likewise may be of good cheer,
He shall have good trading for ale and strong beer,
All trades shall be jolly, and have for relief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef,

The holly and ivy about the walls wind,
And show that we ought to our neighbours be kind,
Inviting each other for pastime and sport,
And where we best fare, there we most do resort,
We fail not of victuals, and that of the chief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast beef.

The cooks shall be busied by day and by night,
In roasting and boiling, for taste and delight;

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