. The Roxburghe ballads. stillborn at the end ofnext April. It was generally Much Ado about Nothing, and Loves Labours Lost with Anne : Shakespeareans coolly made up in quantity, frequenter, for deficiency in quality; andyet folks were not happy. Her quiver was neither full nor empty. ^Idfa ^F CHARLES, , DUKE. KATHERINE, , DUTCHESS. ANN, PRINCESSE. GEORGE, PRINCE. HANS EN KELDER. London: Printed by G. Croom, on the ICE,onthe River Thames, January, 31, 1684. ^P^^^^^^^^^^^ Both ballads were printed for Charles Corbet, at the Oxford Arms,in Warwick-Lane, dated 1684
. The Roxburghe ballads. stillborn at the end ofnext April. It was generally Much Ado about Nothing, and Loves Labours Lost with Anne : Shakespeareans coolly made up in quantity, frequenter, for deficiency in quality; andyet folks were not happy. Her quiver was neither full nor empty. ^Idfa ^F CHARLES, , DUKE. KATHERINE, , DUTCHESS. ANN, PRINCESSE. GEORGE, PRINCE. HANS EN KELDER. London: Printed by G. Croom, on the ICE,onthe River Thames, January, 31, 1684. ^P^^^^^^^^^^^ Both ballads were printed for Charles Corbet, at the Oxford Arms,in Warwick-Lane, dated 1684 : perhaps from the same author. Third.—To the same tune, with a much more savage spirit ofpolitical rancour, runs the ballad of The Whigs hard Heart;which offers a panorama of the Thames Frost-Pair. We give ithere, and a picture of the Pair as Frontispiece to this Part XIV. —63^?^Tfeesa®to ^cart fot ft* Cau0e of tfte ©am jrrost To the tune of, PackingtorC s Pound. [See p. 457.]. YE Whigs and Dissenters I charge ye, attend !Here is a sad story as ever was told,The River of Thames, that once was your Friend,Is frozen quite over with Ice very cold;And Fish, which abounded,Though they cant he drownded,For lack of their liquor, I fear, are confounded. Then leave your rebellious and p unrep Presbyteering,Or you may be glad of Poor-Jack and Red-Herring. Now, had it been frozen with brimstone and fire,The wonder had been much deeper at bottom ;Tho some do believe your Sins do requireA punishment great as eer fell upon then the poor FishHad been dressd to your dish,And stead of a Plague, you had then had your wish :Pikes, flounders, together with gudgeons and roaches,Had servd for the luxury of these debauches. But, alas! to distrust ye this Frost is now sent,As if it would shew ye your Consciences hardend ;And if each mothers child make not hast[e] to repent,How the devil dye think ye shall ever be pardond PTis a very hard case,As ever yet Avas,That the Riv
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