These injuries I suffer Through antichrist's perswasion: Take off this chain, Neither Rome nor Spain Can resist my strong invasion. Boldly I preach, &c. Of the beast's ten horns (God bless us!) I have knock'd off three already; If they let me alone I'll leave him none: But they say I am too heady. When I sack'd the seven-hill'd city, I met the great red dragon; I kept him aloof With the armour of proof, Though here I have never a rag on. With a fiery sword and target, My zeal deride, And all my deeds misconster. Boldly I preach, &c. I un-hors'd the Whore of Babel, I made her stink, And spill the drink In her cup of abomination. Boldly I preach, &c. 40 3385 30 25 20 I have seen two in a vision With a flying book1 between them. Five times in a year, And been cur'd by reading Greenham. 2 I observ'd in Perkin's tables 3 So stuck in my brains, In the holy tongue of Canaan That I bled beyond all measure. I appear'd before the archbishop, I gave him no grace, But told him to his face, That he favour'd superstition. 45 50 55 60 1 Alluding to some visionary exposition of Zech. ch. v. ver. 1; or, if the date of this song would permit, one might suppose it aimed at one Coppe, a strange enthusiast, whose life may be seen in Wood's Athen. Vol. II. p. 501. He was author of a book, intitled, 'The Fiery Flying Roll:' and afterwards published a Recantation, part of whose title is, 'The Fiery Flying Roll's Wings clipt,' &c. See Greenham's Works, fol. 1605, particularly the tract intitled, 'A sweet Comfort for an afflicted Conscience.'-3 See Perkins's Works, fol. 1616, Vol. I. p. 11; where is a large half sheet folded, containing, 'A survey, or table, declaring the order of the causes of salvation and damnation, &c.' the pedigree of damnation being distinguished by a broad black zig-zag line.— Abp. Laud. 4 Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice, 65 Mitres, copes, and rochets: Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crotchets. XIX. THE LUNATIC LOVER, MAD SONG THE THIRD, —is given from an old printed copy in the British Museum, compared with another in the Pepys collection; both in black letter. GRIM king of the ghosts, make haste, And bring hither all your train; See how the pale moon doth waste, And just now is in the wane. Come, you night-hags, with all your charms, And revelling witches away, And hug me close in your arms; I'll court you, and think you fair, go, I'll wed the night-mare, Then, pise on her love! let her go; I'll seek me a winding shroud, And down to the shades below. A lunacy sad I endure, Since reason departs away; 5 10 15 20 The beauty, whom I do adore, Now slights me with scorn and disdain; I never shall see her more: Ah! how shall I bear my pain? I ramble, and range about To find out my charming saint; While she at my grief does flout, And smiles at my loud complaint. Distraction I see is my doom, Of this I am now too sure; A rival is got in my room, While torments I do endure. Strange fancies do fill my head, Expecting to find her there. And labour to reach the sky. When thus I have raved awhile, And wearyed myself in vain, And bitterly do complain. I dream that my charming fair Whose tresses of golden hair Are on the fair pillow bespread. Grim king of the ghosts, be true, In hopes to be freed from care, 55 60 XX. THE LADY DISTRACTED WITH LOVE, MAD SONG THE FOURTH, -was originally sung in one of Tom D'urfey's comedies of Don Quixote acted in 1694 and 1696; and probably composed by himself. In the several stanzas, the author represents his pretty Mad-woman as 1. sullenly mad: 2. mirthfully mad: 3. melancholy mad: 4. fantastically mad: and 5. stark mad. Both this, and Num. XXII. are printed from D'urfey's 'Pills to purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. I. FROM rosie bowers, where sleeps the god of love, ye Teach me in soft melodious strains to move 5 |