Mad_, &c.

There's no Night Mirth's going, nor any Lad wooing,
But Mad-men are privy unto it;
For the Stars so peep, into every such thing,
And wink upon us as you do it.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

When the Frost, Ice and Snow, do benumb things below,
We Chirp as merry as Larks;
Our Sack and our Madness, consumes cold and sadness,
And we are the Jovial Sparks.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

Has thy Mistress frown'd on thee, or thy Rival out-gone thee?
Let Sober and Wise Fellows pine;
Whilst bright _Miralind_ and goodly _Dulcind_,
And the rest of the Fairies are thine.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

A Mad-man needs baulk no manner of talk,
His Tongues never guilty with Treason;
But a Wise Knave would suffer, if the same he should utter,
For a wise Man's Guilt is his Reason.
_Then be thou Mad_, &c.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

A Shepherd kept Sheep on a Hill so high, _fa, la, la_, &c.
And there came a pretty Maid passing by, _fa, la_, &c.
Shepherd, quoth she, dost thou want e'er a Wife,
No by my troth I'm not weary of my Life, _fa, la, la_, &c.

Shepherd for thee I care not a Fly, _fa, la, la_,
For thou'st not the Face with a fair Maid to lie, _fa, la_,
How now my Damsel, say'st thou me so,
Thou shalt tast of my bottle before thou dost go, _fa, la_.

Then he took her and laid her upon the Ground, _fa, la_,
And made her believe that the World went round, _fa, la_,
Look yonder my Shepherd, look yonder I spy,
There are fine pretty Babies that dance in the Sky, _fa, la_.

And now they are vanisht, and now they appear, _fa, la_,
Sure they will tell Stories of what we do here, _fa, la, la_,
Lie still my dear _Chloris_, enjoy thy Conceit,
For the Babes are too young and too little to prate, _fa, la, la_.

See how the Heavens fly swifter than Day, _fa, la, la_,
Rise quickly, or they will all run away, _fa, la, la_,
Rise quickly my Shepherd, quickly I tell ye,
For the Sun, Moon and Stars are got all in my Belly, _fa, la_.

O dear, where am I? pray shew me the way, _fa, la, la_,
Unto my Father's House hard by, _fa, la, la_,
If he chance to Chide me for staying so long,
I'll tell him the fumes of your Bottle were strong, _fa, la, la_.

And now thou hast brought my Body to shame, _fa, la_,
I prithee now tell me what is thy Name, _fa, la, la_,
Why _Robin_ in the Rushes my Name is, quoth he,
But I think I told her quite contrary, _fa, la, la_.

Then for _Robin_ in the Rushes, she did enqui