DISDAIN.

TAKE heed, fair CHLORIS! how you tame, With your disdain, AMINTOR'S flame! A noble heart, when once despised, Swells unto such a height of pride, 'Twill rather burst; than deign to be A worshipper of cruelty!

You may use common Shepherds so!
My flames, at last, to storms will grow;
And blow such scorn upon thy pride,
Will blast all I have magnified!
You are not fair, when love you lack!
Ingratitude makes all things black!

O, do not, for a flock of sheep, A golden shower when as you sleep, Or for the tales Ambition tells, Forsake the house where Honour dwells! In DAMON'S Palace, you'll ne'er shine So bright as in these arms of mine!

AMINTOR'S WELL-A-DAY!'

CHLORIS! now thou art fled away,
AMINTOR'S Sheep are gone astray!
And all the joy he took to see
His pretty lambs run after thee,
Is gone! is gone! and he alone
Sings nothing now, but 'Well-a-day!'

His oaten pipe that, in thy praise,
Was wont to play such Roundelays,
Is thrown away! and not a Swain
Dares pipe, or sing, within his plain!
'Tis death, for any now to say
One word to him but 'Well-a-day!'

The Maypole, where thy little feet So roundly did in measures meet, Is broken down! and no content Comes near AMINTOR, since you went. All that I ever heard him say Was 'CHLORIS! CHLORIS! Well-a-day!'

Upon those banks you used to tread, He ever since hath laid his head, And whispered there such pining woe, As not a blade of grass will grow ! O, CHLORIS! CHLORIS! come away, And hear AMINTOR'S 'Well-a-day!'

HOPELESS LOVE CURED BY DERISION.

WHAT! Wilt thou pine, or fall away,
Because thy DAPHNE says thee 'Nay!'?
Wilt cross thine arms, or willow wear;
Because that she is so severe !

Fie! Shepherd! fie! This must not be!
Thy DAPHNE then will laugh at thee!

No! If she needs will be unkind;
On somewhat else divert thy mind!
Go, sport with wanton AMARILLIS ;
And dance with lovely nut-brown PHILLIS!
For Love's shadow will deny

To follow thee, until thou fly!

Then, CORIDON! do not despair
For DAPHNE; whom we all know fair
Let no proud Beauty on our plains
Destroy thy youth, with her disdains!
But, if thou find her scorning thee,
Think this, 'She was not born for me!'

A SONG IN PRAISE OF

THE LEATHER BOTTEL;

SHEWING

How GLASSES AND POTS ARE LAID ASIDE;
AND FLAGONS AND NOGGINS THEY CANNOT ABIDE!
AND LET ALL WIVES DO WHAT THEY CAN,
'TIS FOR THE PRAISE AND USE OF MAN!

AND THIS YOU MAY VERY WELL BE SURE,
THE LEATHER BOTTEL WILL LONGEST ENDURE!
AND I WISH IN HEAVEN HIS SOUL MAY DWELL,
THAT FIRST DEVISED THE LEATHER BOTTEL.

God above, that made all things,
The heavens, the earth, and all therein,
The ships that on the sea do swim

To keep th' enemies out, that none comes in;
And let them all do what they can,

'Tis for the use and praise of Man!

And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell,
That first devised the Leather Bottel.

Then, what do you say to those Cans of Wood? In faith! they are [not], and cannot be, good! For when a man, he doth them send

To be filled with Ale, as he doth intend,
The bearer falleth down by the way,
And on the ground the liquor doth lay;

And then the bearer begins to ban,
And swears it was 'long of the Wooden Can!
But had it been in a Leather Bottel,
Although he had fallen; yet all had been well.
And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c.

Then, what do you say to those Glasses fine?
Yes! They shall have no praise of mine!
For when a company, they are set
For to be merry, as we are met,
Then if you chance to touch the brim,
Down falls the liquor and all therein.
If your table-cloth be ever so fine;
There lies your Beer, Ale, or Wine!
It may be, for such a small abuse,
A young man may his service lose!
But had it been in a Leather Bottel,

And the stopple in; then all had been well!
And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell, &c.

Then, what do you say to these Black Pots three? True! They shall have no praise of me! For when a man and his wife fall at strife, As many have done, I know, in their life, They lay their hands on the Pot both; And loth they are to lose their broth! The one doth tug, the other doth ill; Betwixt them both, the liquor doth spill!