Purcell: Pox On You - Dante Ferrara

(Henry Purcell, 1693) from the CD Bazimakoo by Dante Ferrara Lyrics: Pox on you for a fop, your stomach’s too queasy. Cannot I belch and fart, you coxcomb to ease me? What if I let fly in your face and shall please ye? Fogh, fogh, how sour he smells. Now he’s at it again. Out ye beast, I never met so nasty a man. I’m not able to bear it, what the devil d’ye mean? No less than a Caesar decreed with great reason, no restraint should be laid on the bum or the