Mars and Venus:
OR,
The Amorous Combatants.
Mars strives for to give Venus Castle the rout,
But she most valiantly did beat him out;
He lost the day for all he was three to one,
He could not stay, his powder all was gone:
And furthermore he got a sore mischance,
To save some Balls he spoiled his best Lance;
She bids him come as often as he will,
For all his force, she can resist him still.
To a pleasant New Tune, or, Mars and Venus.
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ABroad of late as I was walking,
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in the Fields to take the ayr,
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Mars and Venus there was talking,
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in a pleasant shady Bower.
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I stept close and sat down by them,
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They little thought I had been so nigh them,
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for to understand the matter,
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Whereunto they fram'd their talk,
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Mars vapoured thus as he did walk.
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Says Mars I am the God of Battle,
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and chief General of the Field;
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I long to hear the Cannons rattle,
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I am arm'd with Lance, Spear & Shield
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I set forth with strong invasions,
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I conquer Castles, Towns, and Nations,
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there's no Champion dare resist me,
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I conquer all where e're I go,
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In spight of him that dare say no.
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But hark you Mars, methinks you vapour,
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ther's one Castle you ne'r won;
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The Mistris of it ne'r drew Rapier,
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and in it there's never a Gun:
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Yet I dare lay both marks & pounds on't
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that if e're you come within the bounds on't
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e're you come off, you'l lose men there;
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And be forc'd for to retreat,
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And it's ten to one but you'l be beat.
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IN truth (said Mars) could I but spy it,
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I will venter there to fight;
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That same Castle if e're I come nigh it,
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I will storm it by day or by night:
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Tell me therefore where it standeth,
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And the names the which it commandeth,
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that same Castle which you treat on,
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And I will thank you for your pains,
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And be sure of this i'le make you amends.
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It's Coney-hall, neer Navil-court,
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it's at the Fort of Belly-hill;
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Near Blew-hole-lane you may resort to't
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or Bum-alley whether you will.
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Through Placket-entry there is the way to't
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In the low-country there you may go to't
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Venus she's the Mistris of it,
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And was never conquer'd by War,
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Although there be no fence but hair.
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Up to this Castle Mars drew his Army,
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and Bum-alley up did block;
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He was clad in gallant Armor,
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she her own field fill'd with her smock,
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He laid such a close siege round about it,
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that there was none could come in or out it
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this call'd Venus to a parly,
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And to Mars away she went,
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Desiring for to know his intent.
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Says Mars I am come to win this Castle,
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and i'le take it before I go,
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Says Venus it's in vain to wrastle,
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you cannot enter it as a Foe:
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You must beat a Larum on my belly,
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A point of War a Troopers rally,
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Tat too, Tat too, we march awoy boys
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Tick Track is a gallant sport,
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And on these terms i'le yield the Fort.
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Up to this Castle Mars he ventured,
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and in it he thrust his Lance;
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But he repented that he had ventured,
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for his Weapon got a mischance:
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And straightway it fell sick upon it,
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And in Coney-hall was forced to vomit,
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that caus'd Venus to be angry,
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And out o'th door she did him kick,
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And was not that an uncivil trick?
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Says Mars I am by a woman foiled,
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I will never come there any more,
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I fear my Lance that she hath spoiled,
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when she kickt me out o'th door:
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Farewel Venus, farewel Coney-hall,
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Farewel Bum-alley, adieu to you all,
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I will ne'r come there any more boys,
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Except that she had prov'd more true,
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And so I bid you all adieu.
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