And Amaryllis thou shalt be, vasak
She defends the Shepherd Swainso
Ph. Fie on the flights that Men devise, polk
Sh. Hey ho, filly flights:
It alsobald
P. When fimple Maids they would intice,SM
S. Maids are young Mens chief Delights:ys
A. Nay, Women they which with their Eye,
S. Eyes like Beams of burning Sun:
A. And Men once caught they foon despise.
S. So are Shepherds oft undone.
P. If any young Man win a Maid,
S. Happy Man is he;
P. By trufting him he is betray'd, www
S. Fie upon fuch Treachery:
S. Hey ho catch young Men with their Guiles,
hey ho, guiltless Grief,
A. They deal like weeping Crocodiles,
S. That murther Man without relief,
P. I know a filly Country Hind,
S. Hey ho, hey ho, filly Swain!
P. To whom fair Daphne proved kind;
S. Was he not kind to her again ?
P. He vow'd to Pan with many an Oath,
S. Hey ho, Shepherds God is he
A. Yet fince he hath chang'd and broke his Truth;
S. Troth plight broke, will plagued be.
A. She had deceived many a Swain,
S. Fie upon falfe Deceit;
A. And plighted troth to them in vain,”
S. There can be no Grief more great.
A. Her measure was with meafure paid,
S. Hey ho, hey ho, equal meed;
A. She was beguil'd that was betray'd,
S. So fhall all Deceivers speed.
P. If every Maid were like to me,
S. Hey ho, hey ho, hard of Heart!
P. Both Love and Lovers fcorn'd should be:
S. Scorners fhould be fure of fmart.
Mind,
A. If every Maid were of my
8. Hey ho, hey ho, lovely sweet,
A. They to their Lovers fhould prove kind :
S. Kindness is for Maidens meet.
P. Methinks Love is an idle Toy,
S. Hey ho, hey ho, bufie Pain ;"
P. Both Wit and Senfe it doth annoys
S. Both Wit and Senfe thereby we gain.
A. Tush Phyllis, ceafe, be not fo coy
P. Hey ho, hey ho, my Difdain!
A. I know you love a Shepherd's Boy:
S. Fie on that Woman fo can feign.
P. Well, Amaryllis, now I yield;
S. Shepherds fweetly Pipe aloud;
P. Love Conquers both in Town and Field;
S. Like a Tyrant fierce and proud.
A. The Evening-Star is up we see,
S. Vefper fhines, we must away;
P. Would every Lady would agree:
S. So we end our Roundelay.
A Dialogue between Plain TRUTH and IGNORANCE.
Gand give you a good Day,
OD speed you, ancient Father,
What is the Caufe, I pray you,..
So fadly here you stay?
And that you keep fuch gazing
On this decayed place?
The which for Superftition
Good Princes down did raze.
IGNORANCE.
Chill tell thee by my vazen, ve
That zometimes che have known
A vair and goodly Abbey
Stand here, of Brick and Stone:
And many holy Urier,
As ich may fay to thee, erako
Within thefe goodly Cloysters,>)
Che did full often zee.
Then I must tell thee, Father,
In Truth and Verity,
A fort of greater Hypocrites
Thou could't not likely fee;
Deceiving of the Simple,
With false and feigned Lies;
But fuch an Order, truly,
Chrift never did devife.
IGNORANCE.
Ah, ah, che zmell thee now, Man,
Che no well what thou art;
A Vellow of mean Learning,
Che was not worth à Vert :
Vor when we had the old Law,
A merry World was then,
And every thing was plenty,
Among all forts of Men.
Thou giveft me an Answer,
As did the Jews fometimes
Unto the Prophet Jeremy;
When he accus'd their Crimes:
'Twas merry (faid the People)
And joyful in our Realm,
When we did offer Spice-cakes
Unto the Queen of Heaven,
IGNORANCE,
Chill tell thee what, Good-Vellow,
Before the Vicars went hence,
A Bushel of the best Wheat
Was zold vor yourteen Pence:
And vorty Eggs a Fenny,
That were both good and new ; And this zhe zay my zelf have zeen, And yet ich am no few.
Within the facred Bible,
We find it written plain,
The latter Days fhould troublesome
And dangerous be, certain; That we fhould be Self-Lovers, And Charity wax cold; Then 'tis not true Religion
That makes the Grief to hold.
IGNORANCE.
Chill tell thee my Opinion plain,
And choul that well ye knew,
Ich care not for the Bible Book,
'Tis too big to be true:
Our bleffed Lady's Pfalter
Zhall for my Money go;
Zuch pretty Prayers as there be
The Bible cannot zhow.
Now haft thou spoken truly,
For in that Book indeed
No mention of our Lady,
Or Romish Saint we read:
For by the bleffed Spirit
That Book indited was,
And not by fimple Perfons,
As is the foolish Mass,
Cham zure they are not voolih ext to the THI
That made the Mafs, che trow
Why Man 'Tis all in Latin,
And Vools no Latin know: Were not our Fathers wife Men,
And they did like it well,
Who very much rejoiced
To hear the Zeering-Bell?
But many Kings and Prophets,
As I may fay to thee,
Have wifht the Light that you have,
And could it never fee:
For what art thou the better
A Latin Song to hear,
And understandeth nothing
That they fing in the Quire?
IGNORANCE.
hold thy Peace, che pray thee,
The Noife was paffing trim,
To hear the Uriers zinging,
As we did enter in :
And then to zee the Rood-loft
Zo bravely zet with Zaints,
And now to zee them wandring,
My Heart with Zorrow vaints.
The Lord did give Commandment,
No Image thou shouldst make,
Nor that unto Idolatry
You should your felf betake:
The Golden Calf of Ifrael
Mofes did therefore fpoil,
And Baal's Priefts and Temple
He brought to, utter Foil,
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