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BY THOMAS MORTON

Drinke and be merry, merry, merry_boyes; Let all your delight be in the Hymens joyes;

Joy to Hymen, now the day is come,
About the merry Maypole take a Roome.
Make greene garlons, bring bottles out
And fill sweet Nectar freely about.
Uncover thy head and feare no harme,
For hers good liquor to keepe it warme.
Then drinke and be merry, etc.
Joy to Hymen, etc.

Nectar is a thing assign'd

By the Dieties owne minde

To cure the hart opprest with greife, And of good liquors is the cheife. Then drinke, etc.

Joy to Hymen, etc.

Give to the Mellancolly man

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A cup or two of 't now and than; This physick will soone revive his bloud, And make him be of a merrier moode. 20 Then drinke, etc.

Joy to Hymen, etc.

In Breaches integrant, 'tween Principalls of States,

Due Justice may suppresse, but Love redintegrates.

COUNTRY HOBNAILS

There, lives cannot be good,
There, Faith cannot be sure,
Where Truth cannot be quiet,
Nor Ordinances pure.

No King can King it right,

Nor rightly sway his Rod;
Who truely loves not Christ,
And truely fears not God.

He cannot rule a Land,
As Lands should ruled been,
That lets himself be rul'd
By a ruling Romane Queen.

No earthly man can be

True Subject to this State; Who makes the Pope his Christ, An Heretique his Mate.

There Peace will go to War,

And Silence make a noise:
Where upper things will not
With nether equipoyse.

The upper World shall Rule,
While Stars will run their race:
The nether World obey,
While People keep their place.