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Countess of Winchilsea
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'Twas a World, like to this,
The hott Græcian did misse,
Of whom History's keep such a pother,
To the bottom he sunk,
And when one he had drunk
Grew maudlin, and wept for another.
The hott Græcian did misse,
Of whom History's keep such a pother,
To the bottom he sunk,
And when one he had drunk
Grew maudlin, and wept for another.
THE BARGAIN
A Song in dialogue between Bacchus and Cupid
Cupid
Bacchus, to thee that turn'st the brain,
And doest o're mighty punch bowls reign,
Enthron'd upon thy lusty barrell,
I drink, to drown the ancient quarrell;
And mortalls shall no more dispute
Which of us two, is absolute.
Bacchus, to thee that turn'st the brain,
And doest o're mighty punch bowls reign,
Enthron'd upon thy lusty barrell,
I drink, to drown the ancient quarrell;
And mortalls shall no more dispute
Which of us two, is absolute.
Bacchus
I pledge thee Archer, nor disdain
To own thou over hearts doest reign,
But tears thou drink'st, drawn from low courage,
And cool'd with sighs, instead of burrage;
Were that errour once ammended,
All, might in Champaine be ended.
I pledge thee Archer, nor disdain
To own thou over hearts doest reign,
But tears thou drink'st, drawn from low courage,
And cool'd with sighs, instead of burrage;
Were that errour once ammended,
All, might in Champaine be ended.
Cupid
I am content, so we may joyn,
To mix my waters, with thy wine;
Then henceforth farwell all defying,
And thus, we'll still be found complying,
He, that's in love, shall fly to thee,
And he thats drunk, shall reel to mee.
I am content, so we may joyn,
To mix my waters, with thy wine;
Then henceforth farwell all defying,
And thus, we'll still be found complying,
He, that's in love, shall fly to thee,
And he thats drunk, shall reel to mee.