Unfeigned Friendship,
OR,
The Loyalists Cordial Advice.
A pleasant New Playhouse Song, now greatly in Request.
Concord is that by which the world does move
Nor is the Worlds Creator ought but love:
In those Mens happiness do chiefly rest,
And none without them ever yet was blest.
To a new Playhouse Tune, called, How happys the State, or, Can Life be a Blessing, etc.
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HOw happys the State where no discords are breeding
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No strife, nor debate, no cares too exceeding?
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Oh! there tis theyr blessed, of all things possessed,
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Oh! there they have happiness heapd up in store;
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Theres treasure, and pleasure, & joy beyond measure,
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So happy are they that need not no more.
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Why then shoud fond mortals seek their own annoy,
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And open the Portals, themselves to destroy,
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To plague one another, and hate each his Brother,
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To banish the Father and ruins the Son,
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When treasure & pleasure woud flow beyond measure
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If concord it triumphed and discord was gone?
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If each in his station woud keep his right sphere,
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Then all our vexations woud soon disappear:
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Oh! then all confusion and all strong delusion
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On th wings of disorder with darkness woud dwell:
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Then pleasure, and treasure, and joys beyond measure
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Woud sorrows, and cares, and harsh discord expell.
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Then England be wise, and let Unity flourish,
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Let none be precise, their fond fancies to cherish;
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Thereby in their passion to trouble the Nation:
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For if with discretion each mortal woud move,
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Then treasure and pleasure woud flow beyond measure,
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Then all woud be peace, oh then all woud be love.
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If none woud stickle at the Oath of Allegiance,
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No, nor Conventicle to baulk their obedience,
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Nor at Ceremonies where decency shown is
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Cavell and Carp, and yet give us no reason:
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Then pleasure and treasure woud flow beyond measure,
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And happy, thrice happy woud be the blessd season.
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Then the Pope might despair and the Jesuites repine,
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For they nothing could share if we once did but joyn;
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If discord was vanishd, and envy quite banishd,
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Then happy, thrice happy a Nation were we,
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Then treasure and pleasure woud flow without measure,
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And all we coud wish we should instantly be.
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Then those golden days which the Poets once feigned,
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Might to our high praise once again be regained;
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For were we united our cares woud be slighted,
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Then happy, how happy should we live at ease!
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Then treasure and pleasure woud flow beyond measure,
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And we shoud lye down in the vailes of sweet peace.
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With roses orespread, and with lillies surrounded,
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Where with troubles our head shoud ner be confounded,
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But still sweet repose with soft slumber shoud close,
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Our eyes and our cares, and all that disturb us:
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The treasure and pleasure woud flow beyond measure,
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When nothing, when nothing remaind as could curb us.
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Then at last be you Wise you Whiggs, and come over,
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Theres nought you devise more content can discover;
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Be no more discontented, least tis repented
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When it is too late, and the time it is past;
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When as treasure & pleasure wont flow beyond measure
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For then all your hopes will be at the last cast.
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Then be not perverse, but let Unity flourish,
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Idle Dreams ner rehearse, nor wilfulness cherish,
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But be loyal, be loyal, and youl defie all
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That envy and malice does plot for your harm;
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Then treasure and pleasure will flow beyond measure:
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Obedience and Unity is the best charm
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To secure us from strife, and all idle debate;
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Which, alas! are too rife amongst many of late:
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Then at last be you wise, and come take my advice,
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And make yourselves happy whilest time does remain,
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That treasure and pleasure may flow without measure,
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That Concord and Unity ever may Raign.
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