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But the jade being wanton,
She must needs play the whore,
So eagerly that was her fame,
Then I solemnly swore,
I would love her no more.
But laugh at her folly and shame.
But blest be the hour,
That first gave her power
Of Cupid, that little blind boy,
Though I cannot deny,
Sometimes by the bye.
All the pleasures of love I enjoy’d.
A JORUM OF THIS.
YE tippling fouls, as ye pass by,
Step in and taste, I know you're dry,
And when you've done, don't take't amiss,
To pawn your shirt for a jug of this.
Now gentlemen before you call,
I can neither write on board nor wall,
For the meaning of my song is this,
I can't trust you a quart of this.
It's you that have got half a crown,
Are kindly welcome to sit down,
And if you have got your money flush,
You may prime your nose o'er a jug of this.
You gods that sees a future state,
Some other beasts may have their fate;
May the gods transform me to fish,
That I might swim in a jug of this.
