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

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

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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. 1719 edition. Excerpt: ...of other young Laddys some two or three. Molly. Oh Jenny, Jenny, what wilt thou do, If Belly should swell, where wilt thou-be.? Jenny. Look to your self for Jockey is true, And whilst Clapper goes will take care of me. The The SONG of Orpheus charming the Birds, Beasts, Trees, &c. to follow him: Sung in the Kingdom of the Birds. Set to the Tune call'd the Czar. GRoves, and Woods, high Rocks and Mountains, Springs and Floods, clear Brooks and Fountains, Birds and Beasts that range with Pleasure, Hear, hear the Charm of my Voice, Make hast and appear to dance a gay Measure, And Phxbus please with Nature, and Arts valu'd treasure, .5, Hast and see that no Sluggard refuses: ." Flora, delightful as blushing Aurora, To banish the Pest of Pandora, ' I summon thy Jessamine and Roses, Ye pretty young Nymphs with your Poesies, Come away when I sing and play, ... No Creature in Nature Be late here, but wait here, From Vulcan's hot Bellows, Air Neptune and Tellus, The Thrushes from Bushes, And Prickets from Thickets, ... Come whisk it and frisk it, And skip it and trip it, In honour of Love and the Muses. The first Song in the Modern Prophets. Sung by Mr. Pack. WE London Valets all are Creatures, No Modern Beau can live without, Who tho' the Devil be in our Natures, Divinely bring Intrigues about: We We wait, we run, cajole each Dun, Who threatens with the Laws Disasters, In Taverns snore, on Bench 'till four, Then bring the Miss for Morning Bliss, And often snack her with our Masters. And often snack her with our Masters. At Seasons when the Senate's sitting, We mimick each Law-maker there, Without Doors those within outwitting, And act the Speaker in the Chair; With Votes and Pleas, And Means and Ways, We ape the Legislative Jurys, At th' end...show more

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  • Paperback | 60 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236636074
  • 9781236636072