Merry Drollery Compleat; Being Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, &C. Collected by W. N., C. B., R. S., & J. G. Now First Reprinted from the Final Edition, 1691

Merry Drollery Compleat; Being Jovial Poems, Merry Songs, &C. Collected by W. N., C. B., R. S., & J. G. Now First Reprinted from the Final Edition, 1691

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... straight when Love had left (this Island. Where peace is panting, And rage is ranting, Tis an undoubted sign the King of Love is wanting. Father and Mother, Sister and Brother, If Love be lacking, quickly mischief one another. Where wrath is, the rod is That mines our bodies; With hate the divel is, but where Love is God is. Then let us not doubt it, But streight go about it, To bring in Love again, we cannot live without it. Then let the Graces Crown our embraces, And let us settle all things in their proper places. Lest persecution Cause dissolution, Let all purloyned wealth be made a restitution. N 2 For For though now it tickles, Twill turn all to prickles, ' (sickles. Then let's live in peace, and turn our Swords to When NoaHs Dove was sent out, Then Gods Pardon went out, (it. They that would have it so, I hope will say Amen to A Catch. BRing forth your Cunny skins, fair maids, to me, And hold them fair that I may see Gray, Black, and blew; for your smaller skins I'll give you Glasses, Laces, Pins: And for your whole Cunny I'll give you ready money. Come, gentle Jone, do thou begin With thy black, black, black Cunny skin, And Mary then, and Kate will follow With their silver'd-hair'd skins, and their yellow; Your white Cunny skin I will not lay by, Though it be fat, it is not fair to the Eye. Your gray it is warm, but for my money Give me the bonny, bonny black Coney; Come away, fair maids, your skins will decay, Come and take money, maids, put your ware away; I have fine Bracelets, Rings, And I have silver Pins; Coney Coney skins, Coney skins, Maids, have you any Coney skins. A Catch of the Beggars. FRom hunger and cold who lives more free, Or who lives a merrier life than we; Our bellies are full, and our backs are warm, And against all...show more

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  • Paperback | 94 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236555546
  • 9781236555540