Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets With variety of other drolling Verses upon several Subjects. Composed by no body must know whom, and are to be had every body knows where, and for somebody knows what [by John Eliot] |
A Catch.
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Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets | ||
A Catch.
Sit close, sit close, my bonny boon ComradesSit close, and tast freely your tipple,
'Tis wealth to the poor, a salve to the sore,
And a crutch to the halting cripple;
'Tis this, 'tis this, 'tis this, that makes
The Cobler merrily sing,
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Himselfe as rich as a King:
Then trowl, then trowl a merry merry bowl,
Trowl it down, and fill it again, boyes;
He that grieves night and day drives no sorrow away,
To be sad it is but vain, boyes:
Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets | ||