. A little book of songs and ballads, gathered from ancient musick books, ms. and printed . ut of date He may safely take it that pleaseth. Tobacco preventsInfection by scents, That hurt the Tjrain, and are heady;An antidote youre amisse. As well as an after remedy. SONGS AND BALLADS. 181 ^ The cold it doth heat,Cools them that do sweat, And them that are fat maketh leanThe hungry doth feed,And, if there be need. Spent spirits restoreth again. Tobacco infused,May safely be used, Por purging, and killing of lice :Not so much as the heals cuts and slashes. And that out of han
. A little book of songs and ballads, gathered from ancient musick books, ms. and printed . ut of date He may safely take it that pleaseth. Tobacco preventsInfection by scents, That hurt the Tjrain, and are heady;An antidote youre amisse. As well as an after remedy. SONGS AND BALLADS. 181 ^ The cold it doth heat,Cools them that do sweat, And them that are fat maketh leanThe hungry doth feed,And, if there be need. Spent spirits restoreth again. Tobacco infused,May safely be used, Por purging, and killing of lice :Not so much as the heals cuts and slashes. And that out of hand, in a trice. The poets of old,Many fables have told. Of the Gods and \hmi si/mposia;But tobacco they known it, had gone For their nectar and ambrosia. It is not the smackOf ale, or of sack, 16 I 182 SONGS AND BALLADS. That can with tobacco compare;For taste, and for smell,It beareth the bell, From them both where ever they are. Por all their bravado,It is Trinidado, That both their noses wiU wipeOf the praises they desire,Unless they conspire To sing to the tune of his §W^ J SONGS AND BALLADS. 183 LXYIII. ©Itr dBrtslmti turntr j^eto. Prom the Britton MS., before mentioned (p. 163). Itmay also be found in tbe third edition of Henry PlayfordsWit and Mirth ; an Antidote againd Melancholy. 8vo. 1683, You talk of New England, I truly believe Old England is grown new, and doth us deceive; lie ask you a question or two, by your leave,And is not Old England grown new ? Where are your old souldiers with slashes and never usd drinking in no time of wars,Nor shedding of blood in mad drunken jars ?And is not Old England grown new ? New captains are made that never did with pots in the day, and punks in the night,And all their chief care is to keep their swordsbright;And is not Old England grown new ? 184 SONGS AND BALLADS. Where are your old swords, your bills, and your bucklers and targets that never feared blowes?They are turnd to stil
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