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8 Songs Compleat,
'Court Ladies i' th' Morning will drink a whole Pottle :
And send out their Pages with Tankard and Bottle.
Thou Daughter of Milk, and Mother of Butter,
Sweet Cream thy due praises how shall I now utter ?
For when at the best,
A thing's well express'd,
We are apt to reply, thafs the Cream of the Jest :
Had I been a Mouse, I believe in my Soul,
I had long since been Drowned in a Cream bowl.
The Elixir of Milk, the Dutchmen's delight,
•.By motion and tumbling thou bringest to light ;
But oh, the soft stream,
That remains of the Cream,
Old Morpheus ne'er tasted so sweet in a Dream :
It removes all Obstructions, depresses the Spleen,
And makes an old Bawd like a Wench of fifteen.
Amongst the rare Virtues that Milk does produce,
A thousand more Dainties are daily in use ;
For a Pudding I'll tell ye,
E'er it goes in the Belly,
Must have both good Milk, and the Cream and the J elly :
For dainty fine Pudding without Cream, or Milk,
Is like a Citizen's Wife without Sattin or Silk.
In the Virtue of Milk there's more to be muster'd,
The charming delights of Cheese-Cakes and Custard ;
For at Tottenham Court,
You can have no sport,
Unless you give Custards and good Cheese Cakes for't :
And what's Jack Pudding that makes us to Laugh,
Unless he hath got a great Custard to quaff.
Both Pancakes and Fritters of Milk have good store,
But a Devojishire Wite-pot requires much more ;
No state you can think,
Tho' you study and wink,
From the lusty Sack-posset to poor Posset-drink ;
But