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Under some fav’rite Myrtle's shady Boughs,
They speak their Pallions in repeated Vows,
And whilft a Blush confesses how she burns,
His faithful Heart makes as sincere Returns !
Thus in the Arms of Love and Peace they lye,
And whilft they live, their Flames can never die.


NESS, upon his first Appearance at the
Duke's Theatre, fince his Return from
Scotland, 16822

I :

Where brooding Darkness covers half the Year, To hollow Caves the fiv’ring Natives go; Bears range abroad, and hunt in Tracks of Snow : But when the tedious Twilight wears away, And Stars grow paler at th’approach of Day, The longing Crowds to frozen Mountains run ; Happy who first can see the glimm’ring Sun ! The furly falvage Off-fpring disappear, And curse the bright Successor of the Year. Yet, though rough Bears in Covert feck Defence; White Foxes ftay, with feeming Innocence: That crafty Kind with Day-light can dispence. Still we are throng'd so full with Reynard's Race, That Loyal Subje&ts scarce can find a place: Thus modeft Truth is caft behind the Crowd: Truth speaks too low ; Hypocrisie too lowd. Let 'em be first, to fatter in Success ; Duty can ftay, but Guilt has need to press, Once, when true Zeal the Sons of Cod did call, To make their folemn Shew at Fleav'n's Whitehall, The fawning Devil appear'd among the reft, And made as good a Courtier as the best,


The Friends of job, who rail'd at hin before,
Came Cap in hand when he had three times more.
Yet, late Repentance may, perhaps, be true;
Kings can forgive, if Rebels can but sue:
A Tyrant's Pow'r in Rigour is exprest;
The Father yearns in the true Prince's Breast.
We grant, an o'ergrown Whig no Grace can mend;
But most are Babes, that know not they offend.
The Crowd, to reftlels Motion ftill enclin'd,
Are Clouds, that rack according to the Wind.
Driv'n by their Chiefs they storms of Hailstones pour:
Then mourn, and soften to a silent Show'r.
O welcome, to this much offending Land,
The Prince that brings Forgiveness in his hand!
Thus Angels on glad Messages appear:
Their first Salute commands us not to fear:
Thus Heav'n, that cou'd constrain us to obey,
(With Rev’rence if we might presume to say,)
Seems to relax the Rights of sov’reign Sway :
Permits to Man the choice of Good and ill,
And makes us Happy by our own Free-wiil.



A Brewer of Salisbury having Buried his first Wife, upon the Marriage of a second was over-perswaded to wrong the Children of the former, by converting the Settlements upon her illuse to the Advantage of the latter. This the first Wife takes ill, and gets leave of Satan to walk, as they call it, for the relief of her injur'd Children. Her Applications to her Husband were fruitless, as one that at the same time had lying by his hde a Mother-in Law, that is to say, a Devil that was able to deal with a Devil. Thereupon je goes to an honest Godly Maiden Gentlewoman in the City, and frights her into the Sollicitation of her

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Cause. The Virgin takes 10 her Assistance a Minister or two of her Acquaintance, by whose Advice, you may be sure, she prov'd so successful in her Negotiation, that all Differences between the Husband and his conjugal Ghost were reconcil'd, and the Apparition departted in Peace. Which being an Accident so remarkable, was thought to be a proper Subject for the ensuing BALLAD.

But look you to that, I am sure it is new, and only in Salisbury known to a few.

Which no body can deny.
Some Sages have written, as we do find,
That Spirits departed are monstrous kind
To Friends and Relations left behind.

Which, &c.
That this is no Tale I shall you tell,
A Lady there died, Men thought her in Hell,
I mean in the Grave, as some expound well.

Which, &c.
Now as the Devil a Hunting did go,
For the Devil goes oft a Hunting you know,
In a Thicket he'heard a sound of much Woe.

Which, &c.
It was an a Lady that wept, and her weeping
Made Satan go from list’ning to peeping.
Quoth he; What Slave hath this Lady in keeping ?

Which, &c.
Good Sir, quoth she, if of Woman you came,
Pity my case, and I'll tell you the fame.
Quoth the Devil, Be quick in your Story, fair Dame,

Which, &c.
Quoth me, I left two Children behind,
To whom their Father is very unkind;
If I cou'd but appear, I fou'd change his Mind,

Which, &c.

Fair Damc,quoth the Devil,are these all your wants! So she told him her Name, her Uncles and Aunts, All whom he knew well, for they were no Saints.

Which, &c. Then she told him how many Sweethearts fhe had, How many were good, and how many were bad; The Devil began to think her stark mad.

Which, &c. And so she went on with the cause of the squabble, Beelzebub scratch'd, and was in great trouble, For he thought it would prove a two hours Babble.

Which, &c. He would have been gone, but well I wift, She caught him faft by the Lilly black Fift; Nay then, quoth the Devil, e'en do what you lift.

Which, &c. Now when she was free, to Earth the fiew, And came with a vengeance, to give her her due, Then snap went the Lock, and the Candles burnt blue.

Which, '&c.
Quoth the, Will you give my Children their Land:
Her Husband sweat, you must understand,
For he did not think her so near at hand.

Which, &c.
But having recover'd Heart of Grace,
Quoth he, You Jade, come again in this place;
And Faustus's Chamber-pot flies in thy Face,

Which, &c.
When she could not prevail by means fo foul,
She fought other ways his Mind to controul,
So she went to a Maid, a very good Soul,

Which, &c.
In the Name of the Father, and so she went on,
Moft gracious Madam, what would you have donc
I'll do it, although you'd have me a Nun.

Which, &c.

Then go to my Husband, and bid him do right
Unto my two children, or else by this Light
I'll rattle his Curtain-Rings every Night.

Which, &c.
Tell him l'll hear no more of his Reasons,
I'll fit on his Bed, and read him such Lessons,
As never were heard at Mr. Mompeffon's.

Which, &c.
So away went the Virgin, and flew like a Bird,
And told the Spirit's Husband every word,
At which he replied, i care not a T----

Which, &c.
For when she was locarnate, quoth he,
She was as much Devil as e'er the could be,
And then I feard her no more than a Flea.

Which, &c.
Good Sir, quoth fhe, consider my plight,
I am not able to keep outright
Three waking Ministers every Night,

Which, &c.
When the Gentleman heard her Ditty so sad,
Compassion straight his Fury allay'd,
And unto the Boys the Land was convey'd.

Which, &c.
when the Land as I said was convey'd to the Boys,
The Virgin went home again to rejoice,
And away went the Spirit with a tuncable Voice,

Which no body can deny..

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