Wit and Mirth: Or, Pills to Purge Melancholy: Being a Collection of the Best Merry Ballads and Songs, Old and New. Fitted to All Humours, Having Each Their Proper Tune for Either Voice, Or Instrument: Most of the Songs Being New Set... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volume 6 (Google eBook)
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Alass Beauty blest bonny Boys brave call'd Canting Crew Ccelia Charms CONJURING Book cou'd cry'd Cupid Daniel Purcell dear derry Disdain doth Drink e'er ev'ry Eyes Fair fantastick fear Fool give Gossip Joan green Broom Grime happy Haut-boys Heart HENRY PURCELL huzza James Hart John Eccles Jolly Kathern Loggy kind kind Gentlemen King Kiss Lady Lass live Lord lov'd Love Love's Lovers Maid Marry merry ne'er never Night Nose Nymph o'er Pain Passion Phillis pity play play'd Pleasure poor pray prithee Purcell Quaker Queen quoth Rapparee Ribbonds Sawney scorn Shela Shepherd shou'd Sighs sing Sir Hugh Smock Song soon Soul Sung Swain sweet Sylvia tell thee There's rare thou thump thump Toping Town Trojan Knight Tune Twas Twill unto us'd vext Whilst Wife Wine wou'd young
Page 364 - Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be...
Page 163 - Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
Page 89 - LOVE would lend wings to follow, and will find out the way ! There is no striving to cross his intent ! There is no contriving, his plots to prevent ! But if once the message greet him, that his True Love doth stay ; If Death should come and meet him ; LOVE will find outtheway ! THE FAIRIES
Page 274 - Should foggy Opdam chance to know Our sad and dismal story ; The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, &c.
Page 364 - She could doat on so lowly a Clown, Or that her fond Heart would not grieve To forsake the fine Folk of the Town? To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant would prove; Or go clad like our Maidens in Gray, Or live in a Cottage on Love? What tho' I have Skill to complain, Tho' the Muses my Temples have crown'd; What tho' when they hear my soft Strain, The Virgins sit weeping around.
Page 57 - Venus here will chuse her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Care and envy will remove; Jealousy that poisons passion, And despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Sighs that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove ; And as these excel in beauty, Those shall be renown'd for love.
Page 363 - OHOSTS." .UISPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply ; And the brook, in return to his pain. Ran mournfully murmuring by. " Alas, silly swain that I was !" Thus sadly complaining, he cry'd, " When first I beheld that fair face, 'Twere better by far I had dy'd.
Page 364 - twas a pleasure too great. I listen'd and cry'd, when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve, To forsake the fine folk of the town ? To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove ; Or go clad like our maidens in...