My lodgings never are at quiet, Yet, once, a friend, that sav'd Who had a witty wanton wife, I did, in courtesie, requite, my life, Made him a cuckold and a knight; Which makes him mount like tennis-ball: Whilst she and I Together cry Have at all! But those citts are subtil slaves, Most of them wits and knowing knaves; And 'tis most fit, in these affairs, To the right heirs: A soldier I directly hate, A cavalier once broke my pate, 50 60 70 For I confess, I love a wench; Have at all! A soldiers life is not like mine, I will be plump when he shall pine; What though his morter-pieces roar, Shall do more: Have at all! Thus have I given you, in short, For (to tell you truly) we have none. If any me to question call With pen or sword, Hab-nab's the word: Have at all! 80 90 XIV. THE DEFEAT OF THE SPANISH ARMADA. From "Westminster Drollery. Or, A Choice Collection of the Newest Songs and Poems, both at Court and Theatres. By a person of quality. With additions. London, 1672," 12mo. It is probably very little older than the date of the book. The tune may be found in Durfeys "Pills to purge melancholy," vol. iv. p. 32. SOME years of late, in eighty-eight, As I do well remember, It was, some say, the nineteenth of May, And, some say, in September, And, some say, in September. The Spanish train lanch'd forth amain, With many a fine bravado, Their (as they thought, but it prov'd not) Invincible Armado, Invincible Armado, There was a little man, that dwelt in Spain, Who shot well in a gun-a, Don Pedro hight, as black a wight As the Knight of the Sun-a*, As the Knight of the Sun-a. 10 * The hero of an old romance translated from the Spanish, under the title of "The Mirrour of knighthood," several volumes, 1598, &c. 4to. black letter. The person meant by don Pedro was Alonzo Perez de Guzman, duke of Medina Sidonia, commander of the Spanish fleet. King Philip made him admiral, And bid him not to stay-a, But to destroy both man and boy, And so to come away-a, And so to come away-a. Their navy was well victualled, With bisket, pease and bacon; They brought two ships, well fraught with whips, But I think they were mistaken, But I think they were mistaken. Their men were young, munition strong, And, to do us more harm-a, They thought it meet to join the fleet, All with the prince of Parma. They coasted round about our land, But we had men set on 'um, then, And threw the rascals over. The queen was, then, at Tilbury, What could we more desire-a? And sir Francis Drake, for her sweet sake, Did set them all on fire-a, Did set them all on fire-a. 20 30 40 Then, strait, they fled, by sea and land, In truth, he had kill'd more-a, In truth, he had kill'd more-a. Then let them neither brag nor boast, But, if they come agen-a, Let them take heed, they do not speed As they did, you know when-a. 50 XV. THE PRODIGALS RESOLUTION; OR, MY FATHER WAS BORN BEFORE ME. BY THOMAS JORDAN. From "London Triumphant," 1672, 4to. This Jordan was the professed pageant-writer and poet-laureat for the city, and really seems to have possessed a greater share of poetical merit than usually fell to the lot of his profession. He also published "A royal arbour of loyal poesie, consisting of poems and songs." London, 1663, 12mo. (printed likewise under the title of "Musick and poetry, songs and poems, with notes"...) three or four plays, and several other small pieces. I AM a lusty, lively, lad, Now come to one and twenty; Both gold and silver plenty; |