A Song of Cupid Scorn’d
In love[?] away, you do me wrong,
I hope I ha’ not liv’d so long
Free from the Treachery of your eyes,
Now to be caught and made a prize,
No, Lady, ’tis not all your art,
Can make me and my freedome part.
Chorus.
Come, fill’s a cup of sherry, and let us be merry,
There shall nought but pure wine
Make us love-sick or pine,
Wee’l hug the cup and kisse it, we’l sigh when ere we misse it;
For tis that, that makes us jolly,
And sing hy trololey lolly.
In love, ’tis true, with Spanish wine,
Or the French juice Incarnadine;
But truly not with your sweet Face,
This dimple, or that hidden grace,
Ther’s far more sweetnesse in pure Wine,
Then in those Lips or Eyes of thine.
Chorus (Come, fill’s a cup of sherry, &c.
Your god[,] you say, can shoot so right,
Hee’l wound a heart ith darkest night:
Pray let him throw away a dart,
And try if he can hit my heart.
No Cupid, if I shall be thine,
Turn Ganimed and fill us Wine.
Chorus (Come, fill’s a cup of sherry, &c.
[The three next are common to the Antidote and Merry Drollery, Compleat, with a few verbal differences: On the Vertue of Sack, by Dr. Henry Edwards; The Medley of the Nations; and The Brewer, A Ballad made in the Year 1657, To the Tune of The Blacksmith. For them, see M. D., C., pp. 293, 127, 221. These three poems are followed by “A Collection of Merry Catches,” thirty-four in number, of which only ten are found in Merry Drollery, Compleat, (viz., 3. “Now that the Spring;” 5. “Call George again;” 9. “She that will eat;” 13. “The Wise-men were but Seven;” 14. “Shew a room!” 15. “O! the wily wily Fox;” 17. “Now I am married;” 19. “There was three Cooks in Colebrook;” 22. “If any so wise is;” and 29. “What fortune had I,”) on pp. 296, 304, 308, 232, 337, 300, 280, 318, 348, and 341, respectively. See notes on them, also, in Appendix to M. D., C. One other, first in the Antidote, had appeared earlier in Choice Drollery, p. 52: “He that a Tinker,” &c., q.v.]
[p. 65.]