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, Volumen61720 |
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Página 43
... gave her a Kiss , and began for to close , In Courting , and said , canst love an honest Tar , Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far , Far , far , Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far . His offer was noble , his ...
... gave her a Kiss , and began for to close , In Courting , and said , canst love an honest Tar , Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far , Far , far , Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far . His offer was noble , his ...
Página 44
... gave me leave to play , When I came hither . Little Boy go with me , And be my servant , I will take care to see For thy preferment : If I with thee should go , Venus would chide me , And take away my Bow , And never abide me . Little ...
... gave me leave to play , When I came hither . Little Boy go with me , And be my servant , I will take care to see For thy preferment : If I with thee should go , Venus would chide me , And take away my Bow , And never abide me . Little ...
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... To perswade her to be kind : If at last she grants the Favour , And consents to be undone ; Never think your Passion gave her , To your wishes , but her own . A A SONG in the Opera call'd the ( Fairy . 58 PILLS to Purge Melancholy .
... To perswade her to be kind : If at last she grants the Favour , And consents to be undone ; Never think your Passion gave her , To your wishes , but her own . A A SONG in the Opera call'd the ( Fairy . 58 PILLS to Purge Melancholy .
Página 80
... gave the first desire , But Beauty only to pursue , Is following a wandring Fire . As Hills in perspective , suppress , The free enquiry of the sight : Restraint makes every Pleasure less , And takes from Love the full delight . Faint ...
... gave the first desire , But Beauty only to pursue , Is following a wandring Fire . As Hills in perspective , suppress , The free enquiry of the sight : Restraint makes every Pleasure less , And takes from Love the full delight . Faint ...
Página 102
... gave Fack his Price , and thus in a trice , he sold all his Bundle of Brooms , green Brooms , he sold all his Bundle of Brooms . Likewise to conclude , they gave him rich Food , with Liquor of Spicy Perfumes ; The hot Boyl'd and Roast ...
... gave Fack his Price , and thus in a trice , he sold all his Bundle of Brooms , green Brooms , he sold all his Bundle of Brooms . Likewise to conclude , they gave him rich Food , with Liquor of Spicy Perfumes ; The hot Boyl'd and Roast ...
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alass Banter'd Beauty blest Body bonny Boys brave Calia Canting Crew Charms CONJURING Book cou'd cry'd Cupid DANIEL PURCELL dear derry Dog of War doth Drink e'er ev'ry Eyes Fair fantastick Fate fear Fene Fool Fove give Gossip Foan green Broom happy happy's Haut-boys play Heart HENRY PURCELL huzza JAMES HART JOHN ECCLES Jolly kind King Kiss Ladies Lass let the Haut-boys live Lord lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid Marry merry ne'er never Night Nose Nymph o'er Pain Passion Phillis pity Play call'd play'd Pleasure poor pray prithee PURCELL Queen quoth scorn Shela Shepherd shou'd Sighs Sing Sir Hugh Smock SONG Soul Strephon Sung Swain sweet tell thee There's rare thou Toping Town Trumpets Tune Twas Twill undone us'd vext Whigs Whilst Wife Wine wou'd young
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Página 364 - Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be...
Página 87 - Be concealed from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him By having him...
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...