Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive/Volume 6
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.
The Sixth and Last Vol.
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London:
Printed by W. Pearson, for J. Tonson, at Shakespear’s Head, over-against Catherine Street in the Strand, 1720.
| A | Pag. | |
|---|---|---|
| As Amoret and Thyrsis lay, | 30 | |
| As unconcern’d and free as Air, | 33 | |
| As I am a Sailor, | 41 | |
| And now, now the Duke’s March, | 47 | |
| Aurelia now one Moment lost, | 48 | |
| After the pangs of fierce Desire, | 78 | |
| A Pox on the Fool, | 119 | |
| A Young Man lately in our Town, | 180 | |
| All Joy to Mortals, | 181 | |
| A Pox on the Times, | 184 | |
| A Pox on such Fools! let the | 186 | |
| As Cupid many Ages past, | 188 | |
| All Christians that have Ears to hear, | 202 | |
| As at Noon Dulicna rested, | 206 | |
| A Dean and Prebendary, | 213 | |
| A World that’s full of Fools and Mad-men, | 229 | |
| Astutus Constabularius, | 237 | |
| Amor est Pegma, | 239 | |
| Abroad as I was walking, I’spy’d | 247 | |
| A Pedlar proud as I heard tell, | 248 | |
| A Young Man and a Maid, | 251 | |
| All own the Young Sylvia is | 261 | |
| A Swain in despair, | 262 | |
| As I came down the hey Land Town, | 275 | |
| A Jolly young Grocer of London Town, | 286 | |
| As it befel upon one time, | 289 | |
| A Taylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation, | 292 | |
| A Comely Dame of Islington, | 296 | |
| Ah! how happy’s he, | 303 | |
| A Little Love may prove a Pleasure, | 307 | |
| At the Change as I was a walking, | 324 | |
| All you that must take a leap in the Dark, | 327 | |
| Alphonzo, if you Sir, | 339 | |
| A Worthy London Prentice, | 342 | |
| At the break of Morning light, | 357 | |
| B | ||
| Belinda’s pretty, pretty pleasing Form | 11 | |
| Blush not redder than the Morning, | 195 | |
| Banish my Lydia these | 203 | |
| Beauty, like Kingdoms not for one, | 217 | |
| Beneath a cool Shade Amaryllis | 270 | |
| Boasting Fops who court the Fair, | 314 | |
| C | ||
| Come here’s a good Health, | 8 | |
| Cupid make your Virgins tender, | 17 | |
| Corinna I excuse thy Face, | 34 | |
| Chloe found Love for his Psyche | 49 | |
| Coy Belinda may discover, | 52 | |
| Corinna ’tis you that I love, | 54 | |
| Come buy my Greens and Flowers, | 124 | |
| Cælia’s bright Beauty all others transcend, | 157 | |
| Come from the Temple, away to the Bed, | 198 | |
| Come all that are dispos’d | 255 | |
| Chloris, can you | 299 | |
| Cælia be not too complying, | 306 | |
| Clasp’d in my dear Melinda’s Arms, | 318 | |
| Come Cælia come, let’s sit and | 325 | |
| D | ||
| Do not rumple my Top-knot, | 55 | |
| Day was spent and Night | 208 | |
| Dear Catholick brother | 277 | |
| Dear Mother I am Transported, | 278 | |
| Despairing besides a clear stream, | 363 | |
| E | ||
| Ere Phillis with her looks did kill, | 321 | |
| F | ||
| Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, | 24 | |
| Fye Amaryllis, cease to grieve, | 27 | |
| Fairest Isle, all Isles excelling, | 56 | |
| Fye Jockey, never prattle, | 77 | |
| Forgive me Cloe if I dare, | 175 | |
| Fortune is blind and Beauty unkind, | 242 | |
| From Father Hopkins, | 245 | |
| Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure, | 259 | |
| Fill the Glass fill, fill, | 280 | |
| Farewel my useless Scrip, | 320 | |
| Fates I defie, I defie your Advances, | 345 | |
| Farewel, Chloe, O farewel, | 365 | |
| G | ||
| God Prosper long our Gracious Queen, | 4 | |
| Go, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex, | 288 | |
| Good morrow Gossip Joan, | 315 | |
| H | ||
| How long, how long shall I pine | 14 | |
| Hang this whining way of Wooing | 58 | |
| Here’s the Summer sprightly, gay, | 59 | |
| How happy’s the Husband, | 73 | |
| Having spent all my Coin, | 169 | |
| How happy, how happy is she, | 176 | |
| Hang the Presbyters Gill, | 182 | |
| Honest Shepherd, since | 182 | |
| How happy’s that Husband who after | 205 | |
| How is the World transform’d | 257 | |
| Hub ub, ub, boo; | 281 | |
| Had I but Love, | 304 | |
| How happy are we, | 319 | |
| Hear Chloe hear, | 356 | |
| How happy’s he who weds a Wife, | 370 | |
| How Charming Phillis is, how Fair, | 372 | |
| I | ||
| If I hear Orinda Swear, | 21 | |
| Just coming from Sea, | 35 | |
| If ever you mean to be kind, | 75 | |
| I know her false, | 76 | |
| I am come to lock all fast, | 78 | |
| In vain Clemene you bestow, | 80 | |
| If Wine be a Cordial | 82 | |
| I fain wou’d find a passing, | 139 | |
| If I should go seek the | 141 | |
| I seek no more to shady coverts, | 166 | |
| I try’d in Parks and Plays, | 173 | |
| In a Flowry Myrtle Grove, | 196 | |
| I Courted and Writ, | 253 | |
| I am a Jolly Toper, | 284 | |
| I’ll tell you all, both great | 233 | |
| I am a cunning Constable, | 236 | |
| I Courted and Writ, | 253 | |
| I’ll tell thee Dick where I have | 282 | |
| I am a poor Shepherd undone, | 284 | |
| I Love to Madness, rave t’ enjoy, | 285 | |
| I’ll press, I’ll bless thee Charming | 297 | |
| I’m vext to think that Damon | 317 | |
| I have a Tenement to Let, | 355 | |
| K | ||
| Ken you, who comes here, | 18 | |
| L | ||
| Let not Love, let not Love on me, | 23 | |
| Liberia’s all my Thought | 51 | |
| Let Mary live long, | 84 | |
| Lerinda complaineth that | 85 | |
| Lay by your Pleading, | 191 | |
| Love’s Pow’r in my Heart | 204 | |
| Let’s wet the whistle of the | 224 | |
| Let’s Sing as one may say | 226 | |
| Lucinda has the de’el and all, | 232 | |
| Love is a Bauble, | 238 | |
| Lais when you | 295 | |
| Lorenzo you amuse the Town, | 302 | |
| Love’s Passion never knew | 305 | |
| Let those Youths who Freedom | 333 | |
| Lavia would, but dare not venture, | 353 | |
| Love, the sweets of Love, | 368 | |
| M | ||
| Marlborough’s a brave Commander, | 9 | |
| My dear Corinna give me leave, | 81 | |
| May her blest Example chace, | 97 | |
| My Dear and only Love, | 122 | |
| My Nose is the largest of all | 131 | |
| My Nose is the Flattest of all | 132 | |
| Mortals learn your Lives to | 161 | |
| Mirtillo, whilst you patch | 169 | |
| My Friend thy Beauty | 294 | |
| Must Love, that Tyrant of the | 315 | |
| My Theodora can those Eyes, | 337 | |
| N | ||
| Now dry up thy Tears, | 40 | |
| No, no, poor suffering Heart, | 90 | |
| New Pyramid's raise, | 99 | |
| Never sigh, but think of kissing, | 103 | |
| Now, now the Queen's Health, | 116 | |
| Noble King Lud, | 134 | |
| Now I’m resolv’d to Love no more | 312 | |
| Not your Eyes Melania move me, | 322 | |
| Now, now the Night’s come, | 349 | |
| Now Jockey and Moggy are ready, | 350 | |
| O | ||
| Oh! my Panting, panting Heart, | 25 | |
| Over the Mountains, | 86 | |
| Oh how Happy’s he, who from, | 105 | |
| Oh! the mighty pow’r of Love, | 162 | |
| Oh the Charming Month of May, | 344 | |
| Oh Roger I've been to see Eugene, | 346 | |
| Of all the handsome Ladies, | 348 | |
| P | ||
| Phillis lay aside your Thinking, | 107 | |
| Pish fye, you're rude Sir, | 108 | |
| Phillis, I can ne’er forgive it, | 187 | |
| Poor Sawney had marry’d a Wife, | 268 | |
| R | ||
| Room for Gentlemen, | 136 | |
| Retire old Miser, | 209 | |
| Richest Gift of lavish Nature, | 264 | |
| S | ||
| She met with a Country-man, | 31 | |
| Stand clear, my Masters, | 62 | |
| Sometimes I am a Tapster new, | 91 | |
| She went Apparell’d neat and fine, | 95 | |
| Say cruel Amoret, how long, | 112 | |
| Such command o’er my Fate | 113 | |
| Sit you merry Gallants, | 145 | |
| Since Phillis swears Inconstancy, | 194 | |
| Some in the Town go betimes | 197 | |
| Suppose a Man does all he can, | 216 | |
| Sors sine visu, | 244 | |
| See bleeding at your Feet | 311 | |
| Since Tom’s in the Chair, and every one here | 340 | |
| Such a happy, happy, Life, | 362 | |
| T | ||
| To meet her Mars the Queen of Love, | 19 | |
| Thus Damon knock’d at Cælia’s Door, | 37 | |
| The World is a Bubble and full of | 38 | |
| Through the cold shady Woods, | 44 | |
| The gordian Knot, | 88 | |
| There Dwelt a Widow in this Town, | 93 | |
| There was an Old Man, | 100 | |
| There is a Thing which in the light | 106 | |
| There’s not a Swain, | 110 | |
| Tormenting Beauty leave my Breast, | 111 | |
| Tell me why so long, | 114 | |
| ’Tis a foolish mistake, | 115 | |
| Tell me, tell me, charming | 128 | |
| Tho’ thou’rt ugly and Old, | 143 | |
| Tho’ you make no return, | 149 | |
| The King is gone to Oxon Town, | 158 | |
| Tho’ I love and she knows it, | 167 | |
| There was three Travellers, | 177 | |
| Troy had a breed of brave | 218 | |
| There’s none so Pretty | 222 | |
| The Ordinance a-board | 218 | |
| That scornful Sylvia’s Chains | 260 | |
| Tom Tinker’s my true love, | 265 | |
| To you Fair Ladies now at Land, | 272 | |
| Then come kind Damon come | 323 | |
| The Night is come that will, | 330 | |
| There’s a new set of Rakes, | 330 | |
| Tho’ Begging is an Honest Trade, | 338 | |
| The Rosey Morn lukes blith and Gay | 360 | |
| The Restauration now’s the Word, | 361 | |
| U | ||
| Underneath the Castle Wall, | 120 | |
| Unguarded lies the wishing Maid | 129 | |
| Vobis magnis parvis dicam | 234 | |
| W | ||
| Whilst Phillis is Drinking, | 13 | |
| War, War and Battle now no more, | 15 | |
| What shall I do, I am undone, | 121 | |
| When Wit and Beauty, | 151 | |
| When Sylvia was kind, | 153 | |
| What, Love a crime, | 154 | |
| When I have often heard young Maids, | 156 | |
| What state of Life can be, | 163 | |
| When Jockey first I saw, | 165 | |
| When Dido was a Carthage Queen, | 192 | |
| We merry Wives of Windsor, | 211 | |
| Wo’as me poor Lass! what mun | 263 | |
| When on her Eyes, | 267 | |
| With sighing and wishing, | 271 | |
| What sayest thou, | 287 | |
| What shall I do, I’ve lost my Heart, | 299 | |
| When I was in the low Country, | 300 | |
| Walk up to Virtue Strait, | 301 | |
| When first I lay’d Siege to my Chloris, | 308 | |
| Why alas do you now leave me, | 309 | |
| When Beauty such as yours, | 310 | |
| When crafty Fowlers would | 313 | |
| Who can Dorinda’s Beauty view, | 326 | |
| When embracing my Friends, | 354 | |
| Why will Clemene when I gase, | 372 | |
| Y | ||
| Ye Commons and Peers, | 1 | |
| You guess by my wither’d Face, | 172 | |
| You Friends to Reformation, | 215 | |
| Young Strephon and Phillis, | 220 | |
| Young Strephon he has Woo’d | 241 | |
| You Ladies draw near, | 329 | |
| You tell me Dick you’ve lately, | 331 | |
| Your Melancholy’s all a Folly, | 334 | |
| Z | ||
| Z—ds Madam return my my Heart, | 147 | |