also shall freely go,
To make up the other Crown:
Then Sir, pray Grant that kind Request,
That belongs to Woman-kind;
And the Fates above Reward your Love,
To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.

Tho' I am Fourscore Years of Age,
I love with a Right good Will;
And what in truth I want in Youth,
I have it in perfect Skill:
Then grant to me that Charming Bliss,
That belongs to Woman-kind;
And the Fates above Reward your Love,
To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.

Now if you do not pleasure me,
And give me the thing I crave;
I do protest I shall not rest,
When I am laid in my Grave:
Therefore kind Sir, grant me the Joys,
That belong to Woman-kind;
And the Fates above Reward your Love,
To an Old Woman Poor and Blind.

_The Mad-Man's_ SONG.

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There can be no Glad-man compar'd to the Mad-man,
His Mind is still void of Care;
His Fits and his Fancies, are above all Mischances,
And Mirth is his ordinary Fare.
_Then be thou Mad, Mad, Mad let's be,_
_Nor shall the foul Fiend be Madder than we._

The Wise and the Witty, in Court and in City,
Are subject to sorrow and Pain;
While he that is Mad, knows not why to be Sad,
Nor has any cause to complain:
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

We laugh at you Wise Men, that thus do despise Men,
Whose Senses you think to Decline;
Mark well and you'll see, what you count but Frenzy,
Is indeed but Raptures Divine.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

Let the Grave and the Wise, pluck out their Eyes,
To set forth a Book worth a Groat;
We Mad-men are quicker, grow Learn'd with good Liquor,
And Chirp a Merry note.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

Hast thou lost thy Estate Man, why, care not for that Man,
What Wealth may'st not fancy thy own;
More than Queen _Dido_, or her Ass-Ear'd _Midas_,
That great Philosopher's stone.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

_Pompey_ was a Mad-man, and so long a Glad-man;
But at length he was forc'd to flee;
For _Caesar_ from _Gallia_ beat him in _Pharsalia_,
'Cause a madder Fellow then he.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

'Twas this Extasie brave, that the great Courage gave,
If your Eyes were but ope'd and would see;
To great _Alexander_, that mighty Commander,
As Mad a Fellow as could be.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

Then around goes a Health to the Lady o'th' House,
If any Man here does forsake it;
For a Fool let him go, we know better Manners,
And so we mean to take it.
_Then be thou