[Here ends the 1674 edition; for account of which, and the 1661 _Merry Drollery_, see our present _Appendix_, Parts Third and Fourth.] MERRY DROLLERY, OR, A COLLECTION { Jovial Poems, Of { Merry Songs, { Witty Drolleries. Intermixed with Pleasant CATCHES. The First Part. Collected by _W.N._ _C.B._ _R.S._ _J.G._ Lovers of Wit. [1s. 3d.] LONDON, Printed by _J. W._ for _P. H._ and are to be Sold at the _New Exchange, Westminster_-Hall, Fleet Street, and _Pauls_ Church-Yard. [May 1661.] EXTRA SONGS & POEMS, IN Merry Drollery, 1661: (_Omitted from the Editions of 1670, 1691, when New Songs were substituted for them._) I.—IN PART FIRST. [fol. 2.] _A Puritan._ A Puritan of late, And eke a holy Sister, A Catechizing sate, And fain he would have kist her For his Mate. But she a Babe of grace, A Child of reformation, Thought kissing a disgrace, A Limbe of prophanation In that place. He swore by yea and nay [fol. 2b.] He would have no denial, The Spirit would it so, She should endure a tryal Ere she go. Why swear you so, quoth she? Indeed, my holy Brother, You might have forsworn be Had it been to another[,] Not to me. He laid her on the ground, His Spirits fell a ferking, Her Zeal was in a sound, [i.e. swoon,] He edified her Merkin Upside down. And when their leave they took, And parted were asunder, My Muse did then awake, And I turn’d Ballad-monger For their sake. [page 11.] _Loves Dream._ I dreamt my Love lay in her bed, It was my chance to take her, Her arms and leggs abroad were spread, She slept, I durst not wake her; O pitty it were, that one so rare Should crown her head with willow: The Tresses of her golden hair Did crown her lovely Pillow. [_al. lect._, Did kisse] Me thought her belly was a hill Much like a mount of pleasure, At foot thereof there springs a well, The depth no man can measure; About the pleasant Mountain head There grows a lofty thicket, Whither two beagles travelled To rouze a lively Pricket. They hunted him with chearful cry About that pleasant Mountain, Till he with heat was forc’d to fly And slip into that Fountain; The Dogs they follow’d to the brink, And there at him they baited: They plunged about and would not sink, [p. 12.] His coming out they waited.