A CABINET of Choice Jewels: OR, The Christians Joy and Gladness.
Set forth in sundry Pleasant New Christmas-Carrols.
This may be Printed.
R. P.
Printed by J. M. for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Gilt-Spur-Street, without Newgate. 1688.
A CABINET OF Choice JEVVELS: OR, THE Christians Joy and Gladness.
Set forth in sundry Pleasant New Christmas Carrols, Being Material for the most Remarkable Days betwixt Christmas and Easter.
Very pleasant for those times and Seasons.
LONDON, Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Gilt-Spur-Street, without Newgate. 1688.
A Cabinet of Choice Iewels: OR, THE CHRISTIANS Joy and Gladness.
A Carrol for CHRISTMAS-Day.
Tune is,
The Pious Christians Exhortation.
LET Christians now with Joyful Mirth,
both young and old, yea great and small,
Still think upon our Saviours Birth,
who brought Salvation to us all.
And thus the Lord his Son did send,
whom cruel Jews did hold in scorn,
No pompous train did there attend
this King of Kings when he was born.
No Palace but an Oxes Stall,
the place of his Nativity,
Methinks this might instruct us all,
to learn of him Humility.
The great Redeemer of Mankind,
was born the five and twentieth day
Of
December, then let us mind,
his blessed power to obey.
'Twas in the City of
David then
as holy Scriptures makes appear;
And the time of Taxing, when
they came all round from far and near.
The Virgin
Mary then by name,
and
Joseph most exceeding kind;
When they unto the City came,
no habitation could they find,
But in an Oxes stall, where they
continued while this blessed morn,
Let us rejoyce and keep this day,
whereon the Lord of Life was born.
Upon this day let none be found,
to practice any idle game,
And though thy mirth do much abound,
yet let it not be so prophane,
But let all Godly Mirth still be,
your chiefest solace and delight;
Since he was born to set us free,
who now remains in Glory bright.
Relieve your Neighbours that are poor,
you are commanded so to do,
Out of the plenty of your store,
that they may all rejoyce with you.
Thus in your mirth with one accord,
see you do all evil shun,
And sing your praises to the Lord,
for sending his beloved Son.
He that descended from above,
and freely for our Sins has dy'd,
Make him the pattern of our love,
so may our joys be sanctify'd.
You that have heard these Lines▪
I pray,
let all your hearts be so inclin'd,
To give due honour to this day,
which brought Salvation to Mankind.
A second Carrol
for Christmas-Day.
Tune of,
Over Hills and High Mountains.
NOW when
Ioseph and
Mary,
was to
Bethlehem bound,
They with travel were weary,
yet no lodging was found
In the City of
David,
tho' they sought it o're all,
They alas could not have it,
but in an Oxe stall.
Tho' this place was no brave,
but as mean as might be.
Our Redeemer and Saviour,
the great King of Glory:
Then a sweet Babe of Heaven,
he was born there we find,
Whose sweet life was once given,
for the Sins of Mankind.
Whi
[...]st the Shepherds was feeding
of their flocks in the field,
The the Birth of our Saviour,
unto them was reveal'd:
Many Angels assembled,
in their Glory appear,
Whilst the Shepherds did tremble;
being smitten with fear.
O forbear to be fearful,
you have reason to sing,
Then rejoyce and be chearful,
we glad tydings do bring;
There is born in the City
of
David, therefore
Such a Saviour of pitty,
whom we do adore.
He's the Prince of Salvation,
then be not afraid,
And with this salutation,
to the Shepherds they said;
Be no longer a stranger,
for in Swadling-cloaths,
He's laid in a Manger,
then the Shepherds arose.
Being resolved together,
they to
Bethelem go,
I, and when they came thither,
then they found it was so:
They in duty adore him,
come where he was laid,
Straight they fall down before him,
this obedience they made.
Nay, the wise-men, whose prudence,
had discover'd this Star,
Came to pay their obedience,
and they travell'd from far;
Bringing with them the choicest
what their Country afford,
Of Gold, Mirrh, and Spices,
to present to the Lord.
Their Example ingages
ev'ry Christian to be
Ever since in all ages,
to be noble and free:
Then rejoyce and be merry,
in a moderate way,
Never, never be weary
to honour this day,
Which afforded a Blessing
to the race of mankind,
Far beyond all expressing,
if the sequel you mind:
While on Earth he was dwelling,
he was still doing good,
Nay his love more excelling,
for he shed his own Blood,
To redcem us and save us,
from the guilt of our sin,
For his Love he would have us,
a new life to begin:
And remember the Season,
be kind to the poor,
It is no more then reason,
there is blessings in store,
&c.
A Carrol for Christmas-day at Night.
Tune of,
My Life and my Death.
MY Master your Servants
and Neighbours this Night,
Are come to be merry,
with love and delight.
Now therefore be Noble,
and let it appear,
That
Christmas is still
the best time of the Year:
To sit by the fire,
rehearse an old tale,
And taste of a bumper
of nappy old Ale.
It flows from the Barley,
that fruit of the Earth,
Which quickens the fancy,
for pastime and mirth;
And therefore be jolly,
now each bonny Lad,
For we have no reason
at all to be sad:
Remember the season,
and then you'l ne'r fail,
To bring in a bumper
of nappy brown Ale.
Now some of your dainties,
let us freely taste,
My stomach is ready,
I am now in has
[...]e;
And therefore sweet Mistris,
I hope you'l be brief,
To bring out the Sirloin
or Ribs of Roast Beef;
With other choice dainties,
I hope you'l not fail,
At this happy season,
with nappy brown Ale.
And now let me tell you
what dainties I prize,
I long to be doing
with curious minc'd-pies;
Where plumbs in abundance,
lies crowding for room,
If I come but near it,
i'le tell you its doom;
I'de soon part the quarrel,
but hold, let's not fail,
To think of a bumper
of nappy old Ale.
The Pig, Goose and Capon,
i'de like to forgot,
But yet I do hope they'l
come all to my lot;
We'l lay a close siege
to the walls of the Goose,
And storm her strong Castle,
there is no excuse
Shall hinder our fury,
therefore let's not fail,
To have a full bumber
of nappy old Ale.
All those that are willing
to honour this day,
I hope that they never
will fall to decay;
But always be able,
their Neighbours to give,
And keep a good Table,
as long as they live;
That love, peace and plenty,
with them may ne'r fail,
And we may ne'r miss
of good nappy Ale.
A Carrol for St. Stephens Day.
Tune of,
O cruel Bloody Fate.
SAint
Stephen did indure,
the bitter pangs of Death,
His Faith did him assure
though he resign'd his breath:
That he should enter into joy,
He was a Martyr mild,
And though they did his life destroy;
he never once revil'd.
A Carrol for St. John's Day.
Tune of,
Young-Man's Legacy.
BEloved
Iohn, who once did lean
upon our blessed Saviours breast,
By him some glorious things was seen,
and likewise he among the rest,
Did write our blessed Saviours word,
which doth remain among us still;
His Laws we have upon Record,
O that we might obey his will.
A Carrol for Innocents Day.
Tune of,
Bloody Fate.
REmember
Herods rage,
who slain those Infants dear,
There nothing could asswage
his wrath which was severe;
But shedding of those Infants blood,
to end his hateful strife,
That he thereby might cause to dye,
the blessed Lord of life.
An Angel in the night,
warn'd
Ioseph in a Dream,
To take a speedy flight,
since
Herods vast extream
Of hateful cruelty was such,
to seek the Infants life;
Take
Mary mild and her sweet Child,
avoid his hateful strife.
A Carrol for New-Years- day.
Tune of,
Caper and jerk it.
THe young men and Maids on
New-years day,
their loves they will present,
With many a Gift both fine and gay,
which gives them true content:
And though the gift be great or small,
yet this is the custom still,
Expressing their loves in Ribbons and Gloves
it being their kind good will.
Young Batchelors will not spare their Coin
but thus their love is shown,
Young
Richard will buy a Bodkin fine,
and give it honest
Ione:
There's
Nancy and
Sue, with honest
Prue,
young Damsels both fair and gay,
Will give to the Men choice presents agen,
for the honour of New-years
day.
Fine Ruffles, Cravats of curious Lace,
Maids give them fine and neat,
For this the Young-men will them imbrace,
with tender kisses sweet:
And give them many pleasant toys,
to deck them fine and gay,
As Bodkins and Rings with other fine things
for the honour of New-years
day.
It being the first day of the Year,
to make the old amends,
All those that have it, will dress good cheer,
inviting of all their Frinds:
To drink Great
Iames's Royal Health.
as very well Subjects may,
With many Healths more, which we have store
for the Honour of New-years
day.
A Carrol for Twelfth-Day.
Tune of,
O Mother,
Roger.
SWeet Master of this Habitation,
with my Mistriss, be so kind,
As to grant an Invitation,
if we may this favour find:
To be no invited in,
Then in mirth we will begin
Many of sweet and pleasant Song,
Which doth to this time belong,
Let e'ry Loyal honest Soul,
Contribute to the Wassel Bowl.
So may you still enjoy the Blessing,
of a loving vertuous Wife,
Riches, Honour still possessing,
with a long and happy life;
Living in Prosperity,
Then let Generosity,
Always be maintain'd I pray,
Don't forget the good old way,
Let e'ry Loyal honest Soul,
Contribute to the Wassel-bowl.
Before this Season is departed,
in your presence we appear,
Therefore be so noble-hearted,
to afford some dainty chear;
Freely let us have it now,
Since the Season doth allow,
What the House doth now afford,
Should be plac'd upon the board,
Whether it be Roast-beef or Fowl,
And Liquor well the Wassel-bowl.
For now it is a time of leasure,
then to those that kindness show,
May they have Wealth, peace and pleasure,
and the spring of bounty flow,
To enrich them while they live,
That they may afford to give,
To maintain the good old way,
Many long and happy day;
Let ev'ry Loyal honest Soul,
Contribute to our Wassel-bowl.
You worthy are to be commended,
if in this you will not fail,
Now our Song is almost ended,
fill our Bowl with nappy Ale;
Then we'l drink a full Carouse,
To the Master of the House,
Aye, and to our Mistris dear,
Wishing both a happy Year,
In peace and love without controul,
Who brought joy to our Wassel-bowl.
A Carrol for Candlemas- Day.
Tune of,
Busie Fame.
NOw
Candlemas is come at last,
therefore my dearest friend,
Since
Christmas time is almost past,
I mean to an end
Of t
[...]i
[...] our mirth and merriment,
a
[...]d now the truth to tell,
He must be from our presence sent,
O C
[...]ristmas
now farewel.
Now
Christmas will no longer stay,
my very heart doth grieve,
Before from us he take his way,
of him i'le take my leave:
It is a time none of the least,
as I the truth may tell,
For him we'l make a worthy Feast,
then
Christmas now farewel.
I do declare as I am true,
i'le love him while I dye,
I'le call my Friends and Neighbours too,
to keep him company:
With nappy Ale and dainty Cheer,
our grief we will expel;
And
Christmas while another year,
wee'l bid thee now farewel.
To make our joys the more compleat,
we court the charming bowl,
In Merriment and musick sweet,
let e'ry loyal soul
Drink off his Glass, and let it pass,
in Mirth we will excel,
In sweet delight we'l spend the night,
then
Christmas now farewel.
With nappy Ale both brown and stale,
we'l fill our Bumpers full;
And Pippins too, as I am true,
they make the best
Lambs-wool:
So fast and smooth it will go down,
thy sorrow to expel,
And then at last, when all is past,
Christmas we'l bid farewel.
A Carrol for Valentines-Day.
Tune of,
Ioy to the Bridegroom.
YOung Men and Maids I pray attend.
And listen here to what is penn'd;
Hereby I do you all advise.
This morning when you do arise,
To dress your self both neat and fine,
To chuse your loving
Valentine.
For be she black, or brown, or fair,
If charming love doth thee ensnare,
'Twill make you to your Duty bow,
And reason doth the same allow;
That it should be your full design,
To rise and chuse your
Valentine.
Presenting them with Gloves and Rings,
With Ribbons, Laces, such like things,
Attended with a loving kiss,
In token of a true loves bliss;
In which their Hearts doth so incline,
For to adore their
Valentine.
A Song for Easter.
Tune of,
The Wandring Iews Chronicle.
WHat joy to Christians now is come,
Death hath receiv'd his final doom,
Christ in Triumph doth ride,
Now Death by Death is sweetly slain,
And we in time with Christ shall reign,
his name be glorified.
O Death, O death, where is thy sting,
Our Souls to Hell thou canst not bring,
since Christ is on our side:
He suffered Death that we might live,
Life to our Souls he did regive,
his name be magnified.
Here's gain enough, and here's no loss,
Christ for our sake took up the Cross,
us to redeem he dy'd:
O praised be his holy name,
That chose the Cross, despis'd the shame,
and now is glorified.
Our only Lord with Thorns was Crown'd,
While Enemies did him surround,
yea him they Crucified;
But now he's risen up again,
Our Sins he by his Death has slain,
his name be glorified.
O sing then and set forth his Name,
Praise, land, and eke Extol the same,
we shall by him be try'd;
'Twas he that for our sins did dye,
The wrath of God to purifie,
but now he's glorified.
What tongue or pen e're could express,
The joy and eke eternal bliss,
that he for us did dye;
'Twas not his money but his blood,
Bought Eternal Brother-hood,
his neme let's magnifie.
And last of all, O come let's sing,
Unto our God and Heavenly King,
that on the Clouds doth ride,
With Eagles Wings, O let us rise,
Extol his praise above the Skies,
whose name is glorified.
O now lets rest in peace and hope,
Ith silly sub-coelestial cope,
by fire let's be try'd;
That when Death mounts on the pale-horse,
We may ascend above the cross,
with him be glorified.
FINIS.