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... London, Printed by W. Pearson for J. Tonson, 1719-20, Volume 21719 |
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Pagina 11
... bring her to Town to a Play , Sir ; Soon you'll perceive , that she'll fall from her Trott , And Modishly come to her Pace Sir . The Buxom Widdow with Bandore and Peak , Her Conscience as black as her Cloathing ; If in a Corner you ever ...
... bring her to Town to a Play , Sir ; Soon you'll perceive , that she'll fall from her Trott , And Modishly come to her Pace Sir . The Buxom Widdow with Bandore and Peak , Her Conscience as black as her Cloathing ; If in a Corner you ever ...
Pagina 27
... warm , And thought no harm ; Till after a brisk pint or two , To what he said the silly Maid , Could hardly bring out , No , no , no , no , & c . She She swore he was the prettiest Fellow In the Country PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 27.
... warm , And thought no harm ; Till after a brisk pint or two , To what he said the silly Maid , Could hardly bring out , No , no , no , no , & c . She She swore he was the prettiest Fellow In the Country PILLS to Purge Melancholy . 27.
Pagina 29
... bring ; And if her Voice is , Swell'd with Noises , Tope my glass and Sing . Ever have I lov'd a Lass Of Phillis's Humour ; Let her Scold and Screw her Face Twenty Thousand ways , With the Frolicks I return , I'le always o'recome her ...
... bring ; And if her Voice is , Swell'd with Noises , Tope my glass and Sing . Ever have I lov'd a Lass Of Phillis's Humour ; Let her Scold and Screw her Face Twenty Thousand ways , With the Frolicks I return , I'le always o'recome her ...
Pagina 41
... brings me back : Altho ' my Heart's not fool'd with ease , Yet you may break it when you please ; ' Tis noble , and does rather dare to dye , Than languish and despair . Ah ! tell me not that Men deceive , But if you'd be believ'd ...
... brings me back : Altho ' my Heart's not fool'd with ease , Yet you may break it when you please ; ' Tis noble , and does rather dare to dye , Than languish and despair . Ah ! tell me not that Men deceive , But if you'd be believ'd ...
Pagina 47
... bring in Mill'd Money store , We now shan't miss of Trading , And Sweet - hearts will come on thick ye Whore : No more will they fight and kill , But with us good Liquor will swill : These will be rare Times , cry'd Gillian of Croyden ...
... bring in Mill'd Money store , We now shan't miss of Trading , And Sweet - hearts will come on thick ye Whore : No more will they fight and kill , But with us good Liquor will swill : These will be rare Times , cry'd Gillian of Croyden ...
Parole e frasi comuni
Beaus Beauty bless blest bonny Boys brave Britain Cæsar call'd Charms Chloris CHORUS Chuse Crown cry'd Gillian damn'd Dance dear derry design'd Devil Divine e'er Edgcott England take Caution Eyes fair fam'd Fame fantastick Fate fear Fool Fox hunting Gibby Gillian of Croyden give glorious Glory Grace happy happy Day Health Heart Heaven Henry Purcell Honour Humour Hymen JOHN BLOW Johnny Jolly Kate kind King Lady Lass late lero Lord Love Lovers Loyal merry Morning Muse ne'er never Nymph o'er Passion Peace Pow'r Praise pray pretty renown'd rerry rest treat Riding-hood Right Rogues SATYR Save the Queen Sawney Sence Set to Musick shew Sing Sir Fan Smiles SONG soon Soul Sung swear Sylvia thee there's tholl loll thou Town Trott true Tune twas twill welfare the Court Whig Whilst whore wise wooe wou'd young
Brani popolari
Pagina 5 - How he brought himself to quit the men of Kent to come to Ireland with me is wonderful. However, now he is here, I hope he is tolerably happy : I must ask the question in direct terms ; for Gilbert would never speak till spoken...
Pagina 266 - CHLOE'S a Nymph in flowery groves, A Nereid in the streams; Saint-like she in the temple moves, A woman in my dreams. Love steals artillery from her eyes, The Graces point her charms; Orpheus is rivalled in her voice, And Venus in her arms. Never so happily in one Did heaven and earth combine; And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone That makes her so divine.
Pagina 20 - Here they did fling, and there they did hoist, Here a hot Breath, and there went a Savour; Here they did glance, and there they did gloist, Here they did Simper, and there they did Slaver; Here was a Hand, and their was a Placket, Whilst, hey! their Sleeves went Flicket-a-flacket. The Dance being ended, they Sweat and they Stunk, The Maidens did smirk it, the Youngsters did Kiss...
Pagina 148 - Broad as I was walking, upon a Summer's day, There I met a Beggar-woman cloathed all in Gray ; Her Cloaths they were so torn, you might have seen her Skin, She was the first that taught me to see the Golin, Ah, see the Golin my Jo ! see the Golin. You Youngsters of Delight, pray take it not in scorn, She came of Adanfs Seed, tho' she was basely born ; And tho' her Cloaths were torn, yet she had a Milkwhite Skin, She was the first, &c.
Pagina 284 - Come then, my brethren, and be glad, And eke rejoice with me ; Lawn "sleeves and rochets shall go down, And hey then up go we ! We'll break the windows which the Whore Of Babylon hath painted, And when the popish saints are down, Then...
Pagina 6 - The promis'd land of blessing For our forefathers meant, Is now in right possessing, For Canaan sure was Kent ; The dome at Knoll, by fame enroll'd, The church at Canterbury, The hops, the beer, the cherries here, May fill a famous story.
Pagina 191 - twas but to try thee, Call up your Witnesses, else I dene thee. She. Ah, who would trust you men that swear and vow so, Bom only to deceive, how can you do so? He. If we can swear and lye, you can dissemble, And then to hear the Lye, would make one tremble. She. Had I not lov'd, you had found a Denial, My tender Heart, alas, was but too real; Ht, Should a new Shower encrease the Flood, Too soon would overflow.
Pagina 187 - Who envies the splendour and state of a Crown! Then, follow, follow, follow, follow, jolly Boys! Keep in with the beagles, now whilst the scent lies! The...
Pagina 308 - But ah ! what is Age when our Youth's but a Span, She found him an Infant instead of a Man, Ah ! Pardon, he'd cry, that I'm weary so soon, You have let down my Base, I'm no longer in Tune ; Lay by the dear Instrument, prithee lie still, I can play but one Lesson, and that I play 1ll.