Such desperate Gamesters as you be,
I cannot blame for tutoring me,
Since all you have is down,
And every Boor forsakes his Plow,
And swears that he’l turn Gamester now
To venture for a Crown.
(Le Prince d’Amour, 1660, pp. 150, 151.)
Pages 296, 398 (Cp. this vol. [p. 149], line 8). Now that the Spring.
This is by Willm. Browne, author of “Britannia’s Pastorals.” The date is probably about fifteen years before 1645. It is one among the “Odes, Songs, and Sonnets of Wm. Browne,” in the Lansdowne MS. 777, fol. 4 reverso and 5, with extra verses not used in the Catch.
A Rounde. [1st verse sung by] All.