ties *^^ ;^J a; Oi Oi Oi ^H = o / = ^ ^■^ 1 — n = ^^^ 1 — m 7^ = J3 ^^5 -< ^^H / = :> 1 = i^:^ I — 1 1 1 ^ ^^ -< Shakespeare's garland SHAKESPEARE'S GAR LAN D. SHAKESPEARE'S GARLAND. BEING A COLLECTION O F NEWSONGS, BALLADS, ROUNDELAYS, CATCHES, GLEES, COMIC-SERENATAS, &c. PERFORMED AT THE JUBILEE A T SRATFORD UPON AVON. THE M U S I C K B V DR. ARNE, MR. BARTKELITJON, MR. AILWOOD, AND MR. DIB DIN. LONDON: FRINTED FOR T. EECKET, AND P. A. DE HONDT, IN THE STRAND. MDCCLXJX. [ 1 ] TK ^ ■6'i^- SHAKESPEARE'S GARLAND, THE MORNING ADDRESS. To the Ladies; L ET beauty v/ith the fun arlfe^ To Shakespeare tribute pay. With heavenly fmiles and fpeaking eyes, Give grace and luflre to the day^ Each fmile fhe gives proteds his name^ What face fliall dare to frown ? Kot Envy's felf can blaft the fame. Which Beauty deigns tp crowns j^ Warw'ick- S(>978r '> f [ 2 ] WARWICKSHIRE. A SONG. By Mr. G i. Yr E TP'anv'ickJhire lads, and ye lalTes, See what at our Jubilee paflcs, Come revel away, rejoice and be glad. For the lad of all lads, was a Warwickjhire ladj Warividjhire lad. All be glad, For the lad of all lads, was a Warwickjhire lad* ir. Be proud of the charms of your county. Where Nature has lavifii'd her bounty. Where much fhe has giv'n, and Ibme to be fpar'd. For the bard of all bards, was a Warwichjhire bard, JVarivickJhlre bard. Never pair'd. For the bard of all bards, was a TVarwh^Jhire bard* III. [ 3 ] III. Each (hire has its difFerent pleafares. Each (hire has its different treafures ; But to rare IVarvukkJhire^ all muft fubmit. For the wit of all wits, was a JVarividJInre wit, Warw'ickjlnre wit. How he writ ! For the wit of all wits, was a Warwkkjhln wit, ] IV. Old Ben, Thomas Otivay, John Dryden, And half a fcore more we take pride in. Of famous TVtll Congreve, we boaft too the MW, But the Will of all IVills, was Warwickshire Willy Warwick/hire Will, Matchlefs ftill. For the Will of all Wills, was a WarivickftAre Will, V. Our Shakespeare compar'd is to no man, Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman, Their {wans are all geefe, to the Avoti's fweet fwan. And the man of all men, was a Warwickjhire man, Warwickjhire man, Jlvon'^ fwan, ^nd the man of all men, was a Warwickjhire man. B 2 Vf. 4 VI, As VenTon is very inviting, J'o Ileal it Qur bard took delight i)i, fo make his friends njcrry he never was lag, And the wag of all wags, was a TFarivickJhire wag, JVarwidjVire wag, Ever brag) ^''or the wag q{ all wags, was a JVarwUl^Jliire W3g. vir. There never was i'een fuch a creature. Of all flie was worth, he robb'd Nature j He took all her fmlles, and he took all her grief. And the thief of all thieves, was a Warividpnre thief, iVarivickjJnre thief, He*s the chief, For the thief of all thieves, vyas a TFarivukJlnre thiefi S VV E E Tj [ 5 3 SWEET * WILLY O. A SONG. By Mr. G — I. Jl he pride of all nature was fweet IfiUy O, The firft of all fwains. He gladden'd the plains. None ever was like to fweet IFtl/y O. n. He Tung it fo rarely tlid {weet' J frilly O, He melted each maid, So Iklllful he play'd. No fliepherd e'er pip'd like the fweet irilly O. HL All Nature obey'd him, this fweet fFilly O, Wherever he came, Whate'er had a name, Whenever he fung follow'd fweet fFilly O, * Shakespeare. IV. [ ^ 1 IV. He wou'd be a * foldier, this fweet TPlIly O^ When arm'd in the field, "With fword and with fhield. The laurel was won by the fweet TPllly O. V. He charmed 'em when living, the fweet JViUy Q, And when JVtlly dy'd, 'Twas Nature that figh'd. To part with her all in her fweet JVilly O; * Writer of Tragedy, SHAKESPEARE'S [ 7 3 SHAKESPEARE'S MULBERRY-TREE. Sung with a Cup in his Hand made of the Tree. By Mr. G I. B >EHOLD this fair goblet, 'twas carv'd from the tree. Which, O my fv;eet Shakespeare, was planted by theej As a reliclc I kifs it, and bow at the ihrine. What comes from thy hand muft be ever divine ! All fhall yield to the iViulberry-tree, Bend to thee, Bled Mulberry, Matchlefs was he Who planted thee. And thou like him immortal be i II. Ye trees of the foreft, fo rampant and high. Who fpread round their branches, whofe heads fweep thefky. Ye curious exotics, v/hom tiifte has brought here. To root out the natives, at prices fo dear. All {hall yield to the Mulbcry-tree, kc, &c. III. [ 8 ] m. The Oak is held royal, is Br'itsin's great boaft, Preferv'd once our kii^g, and will always our coafl. But of Fir wc make fnips, we have thouflmds tnat fight, While One, only One, like our Shakespeare can write* All (hall yield to the Mulbcrry-trec, &c, &Co IV. Let Venus delight in her gay mirtle bowers, Pomona in fruit trees, and Flora in flowers, The garden of Shakespeare all fancies will fuit. With the fweetefl: of flowers, and faireft of fruit, All (hall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &Cj ^ce^ V. With learning and knov/iedge the well-Ietter'd Birch, Supplies Lav^ and Phyfick, and Grace for the church j But Law and the Gofpcl in Shakesplake we find, And he gives the beft Phyfick for body and mind. All (liall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, kc. Vh {93 VI, The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree. From him and his merits this takes its decree : Let Phcebus and Bacchus their glories refign, Our tree fliall furpafs both the Laurel and Vine, 411 fliall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, &c, yir. The Qenlus of Shakespeare out-fliines the bright dayj More rapture than wine to the hoart can convey. So the tree which he planied, by making his owri. Has Laurel, and Bays, and the Vine all in one. All fhall yield to the Mulberry- tree, &c, &Co VIII. Then each take a rfelick of this hallow'd tree. From folly and fafhion a charm let it be ; Fill fill to the planter, the cup to the brim. To honour the country, do honour to him^ All fhall yield to the Mulberry-trcoy Bend to thee, Bleft Mulberry, Matchlefs was he Who planted thee, ^nd thou like him immortal be [ G ROUNDELAt. [ JO 3 ROUNDELAY. For the Jubilee, in Honour of ShakespeaRE. By Mr. J r. s ISTERS of the tuneful ftrain ! Attend your parent's jocund train, 'Tis Fancy calls you, follow me, To celebrate the Jubilee. II. On jivons banks, where Shakespeare's buf! Points out, and guards his fleeping dull:, The fons of Scenic Mirth decree To celebrate this Jubilee. III. * By G^rrisk led, the grateful band, Hafie to their Poet's native land, With rites of fportive revelry. To celebrate his Jubilee. N. B. The Stanzas marked with a * are omitted In the firging, IV. [ II ] IV. • Come daughters then, and with you bring Thevoca! reed, and fprighdy ftrin.'-, Wit, and Joke, and Repartee, To celebrate our Jubilee. V. Come, daughters, come, and bring with you Th' Aerial Sprite and Fairy Crew, And the Sifter-Graces three, To celebrate our J;ibilee. VI. Hang around the fculptur'd tomb The broi.Jei'd vef>, the nodding plume, And the mafic of comic glee. To celebrate our Jubilee. VII. From Blrmm Wood, and Eofivortl/s Field, Bring the flandard, bring the fliield. With drums, and martial fymphony, To celebrate our Jubilee. C 2 VIII. [ 12 ] VIII. In mournfal numbers now lelatG Poor befdemona's haplefs fate, With franiic deeds of Jealoufy, To celebrate pur Jubilee. IX. Kor be P/lr.dfirs wives forgot, With their harmlefs, merry plqt, The whit'ning mead, and haunted tree, To celebrate our Jubilee, ^r Now in jocund ftrains recite, I'he revels of the braggar'd Knighi^ Fat Kfiis^Jt ! and antient Pljhl he I To celebrate our Jubike» XI. But fee, In crowds, the gay, the fak^ To the fplendid fcene repair, A fccne as fine, as fine can be, To celebrate our Jubilee, IIL C li ] xir. Yet Colin bring, and Ro/alind, Each fhepherd true, and damfel kind^ For well with ours, their fports agreCj To crown the feftive Jubilee. CHORUS [ 14 ] CHORUS FROM THE CHURCH. X HIS is the day, a holiday ! a holiday ! Drive fpleeu and rancour far away. This is the day, a holiday ! a holiday I Drive care and forrow far away. * Here Nature nurs'd her darling boy. From whom all care, and forrow fly, Whofe harp the mufes ftrung: From heart to heart let joy rebound, I«J©w, now, we tread enchanted ground. Here Shakespeare walk'd, and fung ? To be fung at the houfe where SHAKEsrEARE was bora. TO L 15 ] To T H E IMMORTAL MEMORY OF SHAKESPEARE Immortal be his name, His memory, his fame ! Nature and her works we fee, Matchlefs Shakespeare full in thee! Join'd by everlafting tyes, Shakespeare but with Nature dies. Immortal be his Name, His memory, his fame ! ..■f' THE [ iM THE DRAMATIC R A C Jl, A CATCH. BY A LOVER OF THE TURF. c LEAR, clear the courfe — make room — mak^ room I fay ! Now they are ofr, and J on/on makes the play. I'll bet the o It [ 25 ] li tnujl he fame great man, A prince, or a ftatc-man. It cant he a foet—0 no : Your poet is poor. And nobody Jure, Regaras a poor poet I trow : The rich ones zve prize. Send ''etn up to the files. But not a poor poet — no — 7Vko Uv'd lord knovus how long ago, R E C I T A T I V O. Yet now 1 call to mind, Our 'arned doclor boafted. One Shikspur did of all mankind. Receive from hcav'n the mofl-head — That he could wonders do, And did 'em o'er and o'er, Raife fprites, and lay 'cm too, The like ne'er feen before. A conjurer was he ! Who with a pen in hond. Had earth, and air, and fca. And all things at commaunJ. £ AIR. [ 26 J AIR. I. DVr each heart he was ruler^ Made ^em warmer or cooler. Could make ''em to laugh or to cry : What "ive locJCd in our breafts, Tho^ as clofe as in Chefts^ Was not hid from th" con\urar*s eye : ^0* Jim I have none, I am glad he is gone. No maid could live near fuch a mojs^ If he ffw ye he knczv tv*. Would look thro' and thro' ye, Tbro* Jkin, and your fejh and your chaibs^ Had you vamtt, tridt. Fifty follies he fide. He would fee 'em, as plain as y^ur nnfi: *Iho*Jins 1 have none, I am glad he is gone. No maid would live near fuib a msn* III, [ 27 3 III. Lei zisfrng it J end datict iV, Rejoice iiy and prance it. That no man has mvafack en erti What wcM corns of m all, Both the great ones, Gndjmally Should he Uvg to pe^p nnv w tech htart Thi fins 1 have nmt^ I am glad he is g^ns^ IJo maid co%ld live ntar ['inh ^ z:3 m Uni versify Research Libra ry