An excellent ballad upon a wedding by the Honourable Sir F.F., Kt. of the Bath ; sett to a new Scotch tune by Moses Snow. Snow, Moses. 1698 Approx. 10 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 4 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2006-06 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A40247 Wing F19 ESTC R176951 10056280 ocm 10056280 44479 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Songs, English -- 17th century. 2005-12 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2005-12 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-03 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2006-03 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion An Excellent BALLAD Upon a VVedding . By the Honourable Sir F. F. K t of the Bath . Sett to a New Scotch Tune , by Moses Snow , B. M. The sleeping Thames one morn I cross'd , by two contending Charons tost I landed & I found By one of Neptune's jugling Tricks enchanted Thames was Turn'd to Styx , Lambeth th' Elysian Ground II. THE Dirty Linkboy of the Day , To make himself more fresh and gay , Had spent five Hours , and more ; Scarce had he comb'd and curl'd his Hair , When out there comes a brighter Fair , Eclips'd him o're and o're . III. The dazl'd Boy wou'd have retir'd , But durst not because he was hir'd To light the purblind Skies : But all on Earth will swear and say , They saw no other Sun that Day , Nor Heav'n but in her Eyes . IV. Her starry Eyes both warm and shine , And her dark Brows do them enshrine Like Love's Triumphal Arch : Their Firmament is Red and White , Whilst the other Heav'n is but bedight With Indigo and Starch . V. Her Face a Civil War had bred Betwixt the White Rose and the Red : Then Troops of Blushes came , And charg'd the White with Might and main , But stoutly were repuls'd again , Retreating back with Shame . VI. Long was the War , and sharp the Fight ; It lasted dubious untill Night , Which wou'd to th' other yield : At last the Armies both stood still , And left the Bridegroom at his Will , The Pillage of the Field . VII . But oh such Spoils ! which , to compare , A Throne is but a rotten Chair , And Scepters are but Sticks : The Crown it self , 't were but a Bonnet , If her Possession lay upon it , What Prince wou'd not here fix ? VIII . Heav'ns Master-piece , Divinest frame , That e're was spoke of yet by Fame , Rich Nature's utmost Stage ; The Harvest of all former years , The past's disgrace , the future's fears , And Glory of this Age. IX . Thus to the Parson's Shop they trade , And a slight Bargain there is made , To make Him her Supreme : The Angels pearch'd about her Light , And Saints themselves had Appetite , — But I will not blaspheme . X. The Parson did his Conscience ask If He were fit for such a Task , And cou'd perform his Duty ? Then straight the Man put on the Ring , The Emblem of another Thing , When Strength is joyn'd to Beauty . XI . A modest Cloud her Face invades , And wraps it up in Sarsnet Shades , While thus they mingle hands ; And then She was oblig'd to say Those Bugbear Words , Love and Obey , But meant her own Commands . XII . The envious Maids lookt round about To see what One wou'd take them out , To terminate their Pains ; For tho' they Covet , and are Cross , Yet still they value more one Loss , Than many thousand Gains . XIII . Knights of the Garter two were call'd , Knights of the Shoe-string two install'd , And all were bound by Oath , No further th●n the Knee to pass ; But oh ! the Squire of the Body was A better Place than both . XIV . A tedious Feast protracts the time , For eating now was but a crime , And all that interpos'd ; For like two Duellists they stood , Panting for one anothers Blood , And longing till they clos'd . XV. Then came the Jovial Musick in , And many a merry Violin , That Life and Soul of Legs : Th' impatient Bridegroom wou'd not stay ; Good Sir , cry'd they , what Man can play Till he 's wound up his Peggs ? XVI . But then he dances till he reels , For Love and Joy had wing'd his Heels , And ●uts the Hours to flight : He leapt and ●●ipt , and seem'd to say , Come Boys , I le drive away the Day , And shake away the Night . XVII . The lovely Bride with murd'ring Arts Walks round , and brandishes her Darts , To give the deeper Wound : Her beauteous Fabrick with such grace Ensnares a Heart at every pace , And kills at each rebound . XVII . She glides as if there were no ground , And slily draws her Nets around , Her Limetwigs are her Kisses : Then makes a Curtsie with a Glance , And strikes each Lover in a Trance , That Arrow never misses . XIX . Thus have I oft a Hobby seen , Daring of Larks over a Green , His fierce occasion tarry ; Dances about them as they fly , And gives them sport before they die , Then stoops and kills the Quarry . XX. Her Sweat like Honey-drops did fall , And Stings of Beauty pierc'd us all , Her Shape was so exact : Of Wax she seemed fram'd alive ; But had her Gown too been a Hive , How Bees had thither flock'd ! XXI . Thus Envious Time prolong'd the Day , And stretcht the Prologue to the Play , Long stopt the sluggish Watch : At last a Voice came from above , Which call'd the Bridegroom , and his Love , To consummate the Match . XXII . But ( as if Heav'n wou'd it retard ) A Banquet comes like the Night-Guard , Which stay'd them half the Night : The Bridegroom then with 's Men retir'd ; The Train was laying to be fir'd , He went his Match to light . XXIII . When he return'd , his Hopes were crown'd , An Angel in the Bed he found , So glorious was her ●●ce : Amaz'd he stopt — but then , quoth He , Tho 't is an Angel , 't is a She , And leap'd into his place . XXIV . Thus lay the Man with Heav'n in 's Arms. Bless'd with a thousand pleasing Charms , In Raptures of Delight ; Reaping at once , and sowing Joys , For Beauty's Manna never cloys , Nor fills the Appetite . XXV . But what was done , sure was no more , Than that which had been done before , When She her self was made ; Something was lost , which none found out , And He that had it cou'd not shew 't , Sure 't is a Jugling trade . LONDON , Printed for H. Playford at the Temple-Change ; And Sold by E. Whitlock ▪ near Stationers-Hall , 1698.