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Then will the Nation rest in peace, both Church and State will be
Founded on perfect happiness, Great Charles's* Monarchy
Will then its former Lustre gain, France then will stand in awe,
Who now does triumph o'er the slain, and gives the Nations Law.
Remember, Kings are gods on Earth, for Heaven 'tis they bear sway,
And are most sacred from their Birth, which binds us to obey:
Then let such perish who deny obedience to the Laws,
That do repine at Majesty, [or seek the Good old Cause.]

[Finis.]

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[Imperfect in Roxb. Coll. Black-letter. Five woodcuts. Date, probably, 1680-81.] * In 1685 reproduction line 68 reads "JAMES's," to adapt it to the later reign. *** There are three tune-names given, on p. 460, referring to ballads :— 1. "When busie Fame o're all the plain Parthenia's praises rung;" of which Thomas Farmer composed the music. It is entitled "Coridon and Parthenia: the languishing Shepherd made happy; or, Faithful Love Rewarded." This has been already reprinted in Mr. William Chappell's Roxburghe Ballads, iii. 568.

2. Young Phaon. There are two ballads that begin thus, but probably both went to one tune, 1st, "Young Phaon sate upon the brink, to view the silver stream." This also has been already reprinted in Mr. Chappell's Roxburghe Ballads, iii. 557, entitled "The Constant Lover's Mortal Mistake." It probably had the same tune as "Young Phaon strove the bliss to taste, but Sappho still deny'd." This two-verse song was written by Dr. Charles Davenant, for his "Circe," Act iv. scene 2, and the music was composed by John Bannister (given in Playford's Choice Ayres, ii. 10, 1679, and Pills to Purge Melancholy, iv. 287). It is sung by one of Circe's women.

3. The Father's Exhortation: which we cannot at once identify. It is not "The Father's Wholesome Admonition, or "The Father's Good Counsel," or yet "The Religious Man's Exhortation" (all three of which are in Roxb. Coll., II. viz. 165, 166, and 400; and to be reproduced in our next volume).

We here give the song mentioned on p. 635.

A New Song of the King's Health.

Ome, my Hearts, play your parts

• Come

With your Quarts; see none starts:

For the King's Health is a drinking.

Then to His Highness: See there Wine is, [The Duke of York.

That has past the Test:

For these Healths require the Best.
They that shrink, for their Chink,
From their drink, we will think

Of Treasons are a thinking!

Pox upon 'em, Let us shun 'em,

As we would Cut-throats, or the pious Doctor Oates.

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but bend the Laws

What

Old Cause,

Should we have on

And our Nobles, and our Bishops!

But Heaven will cont

Princes, [and the shrines,]

Designs. Amen.

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The Claret-Drinker's Song.

"While the pious grave Sot does amuse half the Nation,
With impertinent scruples and zeal out of fashion;
While Harangues, that at Church make us piously sleep,
'Mong priest-ridden Cullies such a pother do keep;
We'll with trusty Champaign our devotion refine,
And shew a good conscience by drinking our Wine."

-Tom Brown's Good Fellow.

If it be a wise child that knows its own father (and the Duke of

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Monmouth, being a spoilt favourite of Fortune, was incapable of answering such difficult inquiries), what shall we say of the following song, elsewhere entitled "The Careless Good-Fellow," or, "The Claret-Bottle"? For it has two clever men claiming the authorship; even as handsome Robert Sidney and Carolus Rex disputed over the paternity of little James Crofts, alias Waters, alias Barlow, alias Scot, alias etcetera. One is John Oldham, in whose Works, and not amongst his Posthumous Remains, it appears (p. 408 of the sixth edition, 1703). He was probably the author, for it is distinctly declared to have been "written March 9, 1680." The other candidate for immortality was the facetious Tom Brown, in whose posthumous fifth volume (p. 11, 1721) the same ditty reappears. The best test in such cases is this inquiry: In spite of its resemblance to Tom Brown's "Praise of the Bottle," did John Oldham claim our Roxburghe Ballad "Claret Drinker" during his own lifetime? Or did Tom Brown himself claim it? We are too familiar with the blunders made by mere book-selling Resurrectionists of dead men's waifs and strays to attach value to their doubtful affiliation. With music attached, it had appeared in Playford's Choice Ayres, iii. 28, in 1681, and must have been written shortly before. John Oldham died of small-pox in December, 1683.

The self-same spirit, of contemptuous scorn to politicians, appears in Mistress Aphara Behn's two-verse song, written for her play of "The Roundheads; or, the Good Old Cause, " 1682. It has a sly hit at Anthony Ashley Cooper, first Earl of Shaftesbury :

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The Cabal at Nickey-Nacky's.

Pox of the Statesman that's witty,

Who watches and plots all the sleepless Night,

For seditious Harangues to the Whiggs of the City,
And maliciously turns a Traytor in spight.

Let him wear and torment his lean Carrion,

To bring his Sham-Plots about,

Till Religion, King, Bishop, and Baron,

[Al. lect. "piously."

"For the Publick Good" he has quite rooted out.

But we who are no Politicians,

But Rogues that are resolute, bare-fac'd and great,
Boldly head the Rude Rabble in times of Sedition,

And bear all down before us, in Church and in State.
Your Impudence is the best State-Trick;

And he that by Law means to rule,

Let his History with ours be related,

And, tho' we are the Knaves, we know who's the Fool.

In The Roundheads, Act iv. scene 2, it is supposed to be sung by my Lord Lambert; but the audience would understand the double allusion, and readily apply it to the sickly Shaftesbury; whom Otway had caricatured earlier in his Venice Preserved, April, 1682, as Antonio, while the term "Nicky-Nacky" was used by him in the play, and reproduced by Mrs. Behn in her Poems on Several Occasions, 1684. There could be no mistake, since Venice Preserved was dedicated to the Duchess of Portsmouth, and its own special Prologue emphatically referred to the contemporary anxieties and plots:

In these distracted Times, when each man dreads
The bloody Stratagems of busy Heads;

When we have fear'd three years we know not what,
'Till Witnesses begin to die o' th' Rot,

What made our Poet meddle with a Plot?

Was't that he fancy'd for the very sake

And name of Plot his trifling play would take?

[See p.

232.

The Duke of York listened to the Prologue, Play, and Epilogue, on April 21st, 1682. The last is mentioned in the Satyr beginning "I who from drinking ne'er could spare," with the "NickyNacky scene:

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He cries, "Sir, Mr. Otway's last new Play!

With th' Epilogue, which for the Duke he writ,

So lik'd at Court by all the Men of Wit.

I heard an Ensign of the Guards declare

That with him Shadwell was not to compare;'
He lik'd that scene of Nicky Nacky more
Than all that Shadwell ever writ before.'"

Shaftesbury's very name of Anthony being retained as "Antonio, a fine Speaker in the Senate," his rival Pierre describes him as

A haggard Owl, a worthless Kite of Prey,

With his foul wings sail'd in, and spoil'd my Quarry.

The light wench contended for is Aquilina, at whose house the conspirators meet, and whom Antonio continually calls "Nicky Nacky." Thus in Activ. sc. 2: Duke.-The Paper intimates their Rendezvous

To be at the House of a fam'd Grecian Courtezan,
Call'd Aquilina: see the place secur'd.

Antonio.-What, my Nicky Nacky! Hurry Durry, Nicky Nacky in the Plot?
In an absurdly farcical scene, of Act iii., he had been shown courting her:
"Nacky, Nacky, Nacky, how dost do, Nacky? hurry durry! I am come, little
Nacky; past eleven o'clock, a late hour; time in all conscience to go to bed, Nacky!”

[Roxburghe Collection, III. 82.]

The Claret-Drinker's Song;

Or,

The Good-Fellow's Design.

BEING A PLEASANT NEW SONG TO THE TIMES. WRITTEN
BY A PERSON OF QUALITY.

Wine the most powerfull'st of all things on Earth,
Which stifles Cares and Sorrows in their Birth,

No Treason in it harbors, nor can Hate

Creep in where it bears sway, to hurt the State :

Though Storms grow high, so Wine is to be got,
We are secure, their Rage we value not:
The Muses cherish'd up such Nectar, sing
Eternal joy to him that loves his King.

TO THE TUNE OF, Let Cæsar live long. [See p. 389.]

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Pox of the Fooling and Plotting of late,

What a pudder and stir has it kept in the State!
Let the Rabble run mad with suspicions and fears,
Let 'em scuffle and jar 'till they go by the ears:
Their Grievances never shall trouble my Pate,
So I can enjoy my dear Bottle at quiet.

What Coxcombs were those, who would ruine their case,
And their necks, for a Toy, a thin Wafer and Mass!
For at Tyburn they never had needed to swing,

Had they been but true Subjects to drink and their King.
A Friend and a Bottle is all my Design;

H' as no room for Treason that's top-full of Wine.

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I mind not the Members, and makers of Laws,
Let 'em Sit or Prorogue as his Majesty please;
Let 'em uшva us to Woolen, I'll never repine
At my usage when dead, so alive I have Wine.
Yet oft in my Drink I can hardly forbear
To curse 'em, for making the Claret so dear.

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I mind not grave Asses, who idly debate

About Right and Successions, the trifles of State;

We've a good King already, and he deserves laughter

That will trouble his head with "who shall come after?"

Come, here's to his Health, and I wish he may be

As free from all care and all troubles as we.

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hat care I how Leagues with the Hollander go,

What

Or Intrigues between Sidney and Monsieur d'Avaux ? 1

["Cities"

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[Louis XIV.

What concerns it my drinking if Cassall be sold,
If the Conqueror takes it by Storming or Gold?
Good Bourdeaux alone is the place that I mind,
And when the Fleet's coming I pray for a Wind.
The Bully of France, that aspires to renown,
By dull cutting of throats, and vent'ring his own:
Let him fight till he's ruin'd, make Matches and treat,
To afford us still News, the dull Coffee-house cheat.
He's but a brave Wretch, whilst that I am more free,
More safe, and a thousand times happier than he.
In [de]spight of him, or the Pope, or the Devil,
Or faggot, or Fire, or the worst of Hell's evil,
I still will drink Healths to the Lovers of Wine,
Those jovial brisk Blades that do never repine;

I'le drink in defiance of Naskin 2 or Halter:

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Tho' Religion turn round still, yet mine shall ne'r alter.3 42

1 Henry Sidney, and Count D'Avaux, at the Hague. Cf. p. 610. Al. lect., in text, is this: "Or Intreagues 'twixt Monsieur or Dons for to know ?" Next line reads "Cities," with "takes them" in the following; variations in the next, "From whence Claret comes is the place that I mind."

2 The original has "Napkin," a misprint for Naskin: cant-word for Prison. 3 This verse reads thus in the original Song, of which it forms the Finale :

Come he or the Pope, or the Devil to boot,

Or come Faggot or Stake, I care not a Groat:
Never think that in Smithfield I Porters will heat:
No, I swear, Mr. Fox, pray excuse me for that!
I'll drink in defiance of Gibbet or Halter,
This is the Profession that never will alter.

N.B. This verse is not printed in the Roxburghe Broadside, except with variations. But there are five verses additional, only found on the broadside.

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