. 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 ... 112 Songs Comfileat, A BALLAD of Old p I Prithee Sweet-heart grant me my I am thrown as the old Proverb goes,Out of the Frying-pan, into the Fire, And there is none that pities my hang or drown thy self, my Muse,For there is not a T—d to chuse. Most Maids prove Coy of late, tho they seem Holier^ Yet I believe they are all of a
. 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 ... 112 Songs Comfileat, A BALLAD of Old p I Prithee Sweet-heart grant me my I am thrown as the old Proverb goes,Out of the Frying-pan, into the Fire, And there is none that pities my hang or drown thy self, my Muse,For there is not a T—d to chuse. Most Maids prove Coy of late, tho they seem Holier^ Yet I believe they are all of a Mind ;Like unto like, quoth the Devil to the Collier, And theyll be true when the Devil is Blind :Let no one trust to their desire,For the burnt Child still dreads the Fire. What tho my Love as white as a Dove is,Yet you would say, if you knew all within ; Shitten come Shite the beginning of Love is,And for her Favour I care not a Pin : No Pleasant and Divertive. 113 No Love of mine she eer shall be,Sir-Reverence of her Company. What tho her Disdainfulness my Heart hath cloven, Yet I am of so stately a Mind ;Ill not creep in her A— to bake in her Oven, Tho tis an old Proverb, that Cat will to kind:But I will say until I die,Farewel and be hangd, thats twice Good-bye. Alas,
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