%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Love and Honesty: OR, The Modish Courtier. / What’s here to do? a pretty Modish song / Turn’d to a Ballad? in troth I think e’re long, / A fourth part of the Town will Poets be, / If that a line of Wit they can but see: / They must be medling and add further still, / And never leave till all that's sence they kill: / Yet if I Iudge aright, the vulgar sort / Are mightily beholding to them for't. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1676-1676 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/21/2011 30422

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R216078 2 a pleasant new Tune UNKNOWN A Pleasant New Tune The Duke of Monmouth’s Jigg UNKNOWN The Duke of Monmouth's Jig A Curse on the zealous and ignorant crew, / Who languish all day, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 96 3: 97 Love and Honesty: OR, The Modish Courtier. / What’s here to do? a pretty Modish song / Turn’d to a Ballad? in troth I think e’re long, / A fourth part of the Town will Poets be, / If that a line of Wit they can but see: / They must be medling and add further still, / And never leave till all that's sence they kill: / Yet if I Iudge aright, the vulgar sort / Are mightily beholding to them for't. 1676-1676 E. Oliver

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A Curse on the zealous and ignorant crew, Who languish all day, And with passion obey, The senceless decrees that Platonicks pursue. How poor and unhappy; Unhappy are those pretenders, Who fearful of scandal and vulgarly shame, Diminish their flame. But blest be the man who with freedom enjoys, A Beauty whose Eyes, Like the Stars in the Sky, Procures new delight till his appetite cloyes. How happy unhappy, How happy are those pretenders, Who fearless of scandal or vulgar reproach, Pursue their debauch.
Eliziums a grief and a torment, compard To those that can prove, The enjoyment of Love, [Where] Lovers in raptures do meet a reward. The tales of the antients, Of Elizian fields are ungrounded, In Loves kind fruition where souls have access, Oh theres the true bliss. Those conquering beauties more pleasure afford, To such as are free, At their own liberty, Then Usurers Chests which with plenty are stord. Then happy be still, Noble Lads that are natures adorers, Whilst envy and avarice starve and repine, Wel frolique in Wine.
Those that the confinement of Wedlock refuse, May live at their ease, And enjoy when they please, Being free from the strict matrimonial noose. The bawling of brats, Shall not injure his rest nor his quiet, But when with delights his fierce appetites cloyd, Then rest is enjoyd. No wonder why clowns who of sence are debard, Remain till they dye, Like a Hog in a Stye, And ner understand a brisk Lovers reward. Tis those that have souls, Of the modish new stamp that are witty, All others are drudges and never are blest, Till death gives them rest. Tis Love that does give us true sence of our life, And makes us proceeed, In each generous deed, Protected with love, or are freed from all strife. But those that ner knew, The delights of an amorous Lover, Cant truly be said to have livd out an hour, If freed from Loves power.
Those that for abundance do match with a wife, Are troubled with an itch, To be wealthy and rich, Which keeps them in torment all days of their life. They never enjoy, But still grumble at every misfortune, Whilst wisdom creates in a generous mind, Joys they cannot find. God Cupid for ever thy name Ile adore, For now I can see, That in thy Deity, Are blessings (for those that deserve them) in store. A passion thats noble, Shall ever receive satisfaction, But ignorant fools who abandon thy name, Extinguish their flame. In liberty all men have cause to rejoyce, If mingled with Love, Ever happy twill prove, What fops do count folly, we think our best choice. A cup of the creature, Will make our bloods warmer and warmer, Like senceless Fanaticks wel never repine, Of Love and good Wine.
Printed for E. Oliver, at the Golden-Key, on Snow-hill, over-a-gainst St. Sepulchres Church.