%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Unfeigned Friendship, / OR, / The Loyalists Cordial Advice. / A pleasant New Playhouse Song, now greatly in Request. / Concord is that by which the world does move / Nor is the Worlds Creator ought but love: / In those Mens happiness do chiefly rest, / And none without them ever yet was blest. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/30/2021 36986

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R227423 1 How happy's the State, or, Can Life be a Blessing, &c. Can Life Be a Blessing? How Happy's the State, or, Can Life Be a Blessing, etc. HOw happy's the State where no discords are breeding / No strife, nor debate, no cares too exceeding? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 221 Unfeigned Friendship, / OR, / The Loyalists Cordial Advice. / A pleasant New Playhouse Song, now greatly in Request. / Concord is that by which the world does move / Nor is the Worlds Creator ought but love: / In those Mens happiness do chiefly rest, / And none without them ever yet was blest. Unfeigned Friendship, OR, The Loyalist's Cordial Advice. A pleasant New Playhouse Song, now greatly in Request. Concord is that by which the world does move Nor is the World's Creator ought but love: In those Men's happiness do chiefly rest, And none without them ever yet was blessed. ?-? J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, / and T. Passinger

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HOw happy's the State where no discords are breeding No strife, nor debate, no cares too exceeding? Oh! there 'tis they'r blessed, of all things possessed, Oh! there they have happiness heap'd up in store; There's treasure, and pleasure, & joy beyond measure, So happy are they that need not no more. Why then shou'd fond mortals seek their own annoy, And open the Portals, themselves to destroy, To plague one another, and hate each his Brother, To banish the Father and ruine the Son, When treasure & pleasure wou'd flow beyond measure If concord it triumphed and discord was gone? If each in his station wou'd keep his right sphere, Then all our vexations wou'd soon disappear: Oh! then all confusion and all strong delusion.
On th' wings of disorder with darkness wou'd dwell: Then pleasure, and treasure, and joys beyond measure Wou'd sorrows, and cares, and harsh discord expell. Then England be wise, and let Unity flourish, Let none be precise, their fond fancies to cherish; Thereby in their passion to trouble the Nation: For if with discretion each mortal wou'd move, Then treasure and pleasure wou'd flow beyond measure, Then all wou'd be peace, oh then all wou'd be love. If none wou'd stickle at the Oath of Allegiance, No, nor Conventicle to baulk their obedience, Nor at the Ceremonies where decency shown is Cavell and Carp, and yet give us no reason: Then pleasure and treasure wou'd flow beyond measure, And happy, thrice happy wou'd be the bless'd season.
Then the Pope might despair and the Jesuites repine, For they nothing could share if we once did but joyn; If discord was vanish'd, and envy quite banish'd, Then happy, thrice happy a Nation were we, Then treasure and pleasure wou'd flow without measure, And all we cou'd wish we should instantly be. Then those golden days which the Poets once feigned, Might to our high praise once again be regained; For were we united our cares wou'd be slighted, Then happy, how happy should we live at ease! Then treasure and pleasure wou'd flow beyond measure, And we shou'd lye down in the vailes of sweet peace. With roses o'respread, and with lillies surrounded, Where with troubles our head shou'd ne'r be confounded, But still sweet repose with soft slumber shou'd close, Our eyes and our cares, and all that disturb us: The treasure and pleasure wou'd flow beyond measure, When nothing, when nothing remain'd as could curb us. Then at last be you Wise you Whiggs, and come over, There's nought you devise more content can discover; Be no more discontented, least 'tis repented When it is too late; and the time it is past; Whenas treasure & pleasure won't flow beyond measure For then all your hopes will be at the last cast. Then be not perverse, but let Unity flourish, Idle Dreams ne'r rehearse, nor wilfulness cherish, But be loyal, be loyal, and you'l defie all. That envy and malice does plot for your harm; Then treasure and pleasure will flow beyond measure: Obedience and Unity is the best charm. To secure us from strife, and all idle debate; Which, alas! are too rife amongst many of late: Then at last be you wise, and come take my advice, And make yourselves happy whilest time does remain, That treasure and pleasure may flow without measure, That Concord and Unity ever may Raign.
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