Search Results - Delights of the bottle.

Augusta's restoration from her city-calenture, by an emittick pill of quo warranto from Westminster.

“…Tune: Delights of the bottle.…”
Full Text (via Early English Books Online)

English lute songs

“…Delights of the bottle.…”

The New-married couple's delight. Being a choice collection of favourite songs. 1. On a primrose bank, by a murmuring stream. 2. I am a brisk and lively lass. 3. My fond shepherds of late were so blest 4. Come lovers all to me. 5. As thro' moorfields i walked. 6. I will not talk of wedding deeds. 7. At night by moonlight on the plain. 8. Maria, my beautiful maid. 9. Sweet nelly, my heart's delight. 10. Full bags, a fresh bottle, &c. 11. Ally...

Online Access

The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new lay-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c.

The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles. Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new play-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c.

Full Text (via Early English Books Online)

The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new play-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c.

Full Text (via Early English Books Online)

The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new play-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c.

Full Text (via Early English Books Online)