LVI.

Their Bodies bath'd in purple Blood,
They bore with them away;

They kist them dead a thousand times,
When they were clad in Clay.

LVH.

This News was brought to Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's King did reign,
That brave Earl Douglas fuddenly
Was with an Arrow flain.

LVIII.

O heavy News, King James did say,
Scotland can witness be,

I have not any Captain more,
Of fuch account as he.

LIX.

Like Tidings to King Henry came,

Within as fhort a space,

That Piercy of Northumberland

Was flain in Chevy-Chafe.

LX.

Now God be with him, said our King

Sith 'twill no better be,

I truft I have within my Realm

Five hundred good as he.

LXI.

Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland fay,
But I will Vengeance take,‹
And be revenged on them all,
For brave Earl Piercy's fake.
.LXII.

This Vow full well the King perform'd
After on Humble-Down,

In one Day fifty Knights were flain,
With Lords of great Renown..
.LXIII.

And of the reft of small account>

Did many hundreds die:

Thus ended the Hunting of Chevy-Chasey,

Made by the Earl Piercy

LVI.

Millies dédèrunt Ofcula,

Defunctis funere.

LXIV.

God fave the King, and bless the Land
In Plenty, Joy, and Peace;
And grant henceforth that foul Debate
'Twixt Noble-Men may cease.

A

LL Joy to Mortals! Joy and Mirth
Eternal Io's fing,

The Gods of Love defcend to Earth
Their Darts have loft the fting.
The Youth fhall now complain no more
Of Silvia's needlefs fcorn,

But the fhall Love, if he Adore;

And melt when he shall burn.

II.

The Nymph no longer fhall be thy,
But leave the jilting Road;
And Daphne now no more shall fly
The wounded panting God!
But all fhall be ferene and fair,
No fad complaints of Love
Shall fill the gentle whifpering Air;

No Ecchoing Sighs the Grove,

III.

Beneath the Shades young Strephon lyes, Of all his With possest,

Gazing on Silvia's charming Eyes,

Whofe Soul is there confeft.

All foft and fweet the Maid appears,

With Looks that know no Art; And tho' fhe yield with trembling Fears, She yields with all her Heart,

A$

SON G.

wretched, vain, and indifcreet
Those Matches I deplore,

Whofe Bartering Friends in Counsel meet,
To huddle in a Wedding Sheer

Some miferable Pair that never met before.

Poor Love of no account must be,

Tho' ne'er fo fixt and true,

No Merit but in Gold they fee,
So Portion and Eftate agree,

No matter what the Bride and Bridegroom do. :

Curft may all covetous Husbands be
That Wed with fuch Defign,

And Curft they are! For while they ply
Their Wealth, fome Lover by the By

Reaps the true Blifs, and digs the richer Mine.

慈慈慈

REMEDY of LovE.
By Mr. E vELY N.

Would you be quite cur'd of Love?

From your Mistress's fight remove.

To the open Fields repair ;

Cool'd with Absence, and with Air,
You will foon be eas'd of Care.
Seek out in another Place,
Something fit for your Embrace:
Perhaps in a lefs charming Face
You may find a pleasing Grace,
Wit, or Motion, Dress, or Art,
Thousand things that may divert
The Torments of your throbbing Heart.
If in this no Ease you find,

But conftant Love still plagues your Mind,
To your former Flame return,

See if ftill her Eyes do burn

With equal force; you'll find, perchance,

Lefs warmth in ev'ry am'rous Glance:

Seeing oft what we defire

Makes us lefs and lefs admire,

And will in time put out the Fire.

Vifit her betimes each Morn,

Stand by her when she does adorn

Her Head, perhaps fome borrow'd Hair..
Some ill-contriv'd, affected Snare,
Lewd Song on Table found, or Pray'r
Nonfenfical, may let you see,
That what you thought Divinity
Is but a piece of Puppetry.
If ftill thy Paffion does remain,
And unfeen Charms thy Heart inchain,
If the break thy Sleep by Night,
Fly again the Witche's fight;
Opium take, that may invite