A Pleasant new Ditty called the new, So Ho.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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COme let our sports with our songs be renownd,
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unto the ample fieldes:
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Our cups in the bloud of Neptune be drowned
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That merry Nectar yeelds,
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Graced be the Sun, as he
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Salutes the modest Morne,
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when he leaves the earth below:
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And the grace to the starres in chace,
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That with him were borne,
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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Health to the Muse and the Queenes of the Fountains.
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that our delights befriend:
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Fortune to pan, and the Nimphs of the Mountaines,
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that our Flockes defend
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Life and blood to the Cipresse wood,
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That was a hunter young:
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when he first in Groves did grow.
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And a shower, to the Purple Flower,
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That from Adonis sprung,
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When he sight his last so ho, so ho.
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If that the Lord of Olympus had ever
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hunting truely knowne,
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Jove in the Bed of his Mistris had never
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injury done unto none,
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Tryton ould, to the foyled mould,
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Would the wanton Dolphin straine,
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and the toyle soone did forgoe:
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And the said, ould timeless God,
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Recall past howers againe,
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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Oft would it cost jolly Hermis a journey
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to run over the race:
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Mars in his course would as well in a turney
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win Zepharies grace:
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Smiles of Lampse with horses hoves:
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Shodde with a golden Pen,
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would amaze the earth below:
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And the Boy, doth oft joy,
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To shake his nimble heeles,
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To a new so ho, so ho,
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Man to himselfe, like a woman delighted,
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is to himselfe a foe:
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Gold he that loves, with the shade shal be frighted
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and out of wealth drinke woe,
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He that pleasure loves with measure,
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Lives with a friend combind,
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and effects no glistring show:
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He drinkes in the Hornes Unicornes,
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And daily feastes his mind,
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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Slaves to the World, shall be washt with the Billowes,
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of eternall Care:
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Servile to Love shall be crownd with the willowes,
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of deceitfull feare,
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Tunes his mones to dumpish Drones,
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An a jelous life consumed,
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in the song and sighes of woe:
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While away, we spend the day,
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With a lusty Paean tune:
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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HEroes beloved kinde Leander,
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had his delight been woods,
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Then should his life have felt no danger,
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in Helespontus flouds
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Didoes heart by Cupids dart
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Had not burned so with fire,
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as lovers use to doe:
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Wofull Queene that still was seene
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Consuming with desire,
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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Oh then what Angels were fare women,
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if Angels could not buy them,
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Their beauties that be both bright and golden,
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drawes too many nye them,
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Fayned cryes shewes in their eyes,
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Like Aprill springing showers,
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that fancie weeds might grow,
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Foolish then we love sicke men,
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That have no seeing powers,
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To leave their new so ho, etc.
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Youth if it was with age abuised,
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women weare no woes to men,
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The world then Devine and purely prized,
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would be Paradise agen,
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Bewties booke if we ore looke,
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The leaves we shall finde torne.
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and the mergent fild with woe,
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Youths delight so faire and bright
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A moments time hath worne,
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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All our desiers are fading pleasuers,
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and but minuts of content,
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Resting with us lik wasting treasures,
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no sooner gaind but spent,
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Years of sorrow, we still borrow,
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But for one minets joy,
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returning tribble woe:
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Delightfull bubles, change to troubles
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To feede us with annoy,
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To a new so ho, so ho.
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Man by his shape is the stampe of heaven
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plast on the earth as King,
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The world unto him for a Court is given
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to rule each living thing:
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Bewties blazing is our gazing.
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That sweete beloved tree,
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where fading follies grow,
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A winding sheete and Coffin meete,
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More fitter for us be.
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Then the new so ho, so ho.
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FINIS.
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