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: ... Follies full pit Never took an Anvil out, and put it in a pulpit. Love is no sinker, Truth is no slinker, In mending breaches Love did never play the tinker. Where Vengeance and Lust is, No truth nor trust is, As will appear at last in Gods high Court of Justice. Pity and remorse is The strength of Loves Forces, Paul never converted men by stables fill'd with (horses. Mercy is fading, Truth is degrading, Love is the only cause of Plenty, Peace, & Trading. Love is a fire Made of desire, Whose chief Ambition is to heaven to aspire. It stops the gradation Of fury and passion, (Nation. It governs all good Families, and best can guide a The Low Land, the high Land, And my Land, and thy Land, Grew all in common 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 ruines 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 NoaKs 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 I11 give...show more

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  • Paperback | 92 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 181g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236546555
  • 9781236546555