The Roxburghe ballads . r Charge & Crime was heard,But she, by her ingenious Plea, scapd Hang-marts hands,Being Mistresse of more languages than she tvas of Bands. Think ye, Sirs, wast not a bold one, of a Canterbury Lasse,Thus to over-reach the old one, and to prove the Derill an Asse ?— But {mean while) how did the poor Scrivener play the Peast, Who ivas but lately in conceit a Duke at least ? Farewell, Princesse, Lord and Foot-boys; farewell Coach andFlanders Horse ; Jack and Gill must now go to t, boys, either work, or else doe worse;And with their Scribling trade begin the World agen :For
The Roxburghe ballads . r Charge & Crime was heard,But she, by her ingenious Plea, scapd Hang-marts hands,Being Mistresse of more languages than she tvas of Bands. Think ye, Sirs, wast not a bold one, of a Canterbury Lasse,Thus to over-reach the old one, and to prove the Derill an Asse ?— But {mean while) how did the poor Scrivener play the Peast, Who ivas but lately in conceit a Duke at least ? Farewell, Princesse, Lord and Foot-boys; farewell Coach andFlanders Horse ; Jack and Gill must now go to t, boys, either work, or else doe worse;And with their Scribling trade begin the World agen :For she has got nought but an Inkhorn, he a Pen. Jims. London, Printed for 1663. [White-letter. No woodcut. Date, as above, 1G63. Compare pp. 63, 228.] 231 [Pepys Collection, V. 156 ; Jersey, I. 31 ; C. 22. e. 2, fol. 31.] an anstoet to Onconstant COiUtam. )r, Wnz $oung=mans Kcsolutton to pag t^e ^ounfl Hasscs intfjeir oton dTom. [See pp. 200, 228.]Tune is, Sere I love, there I love. Licensed according to 8 I Am a brisk Batchelor, airy and young,Who courts the young Maids with a flattring tongue ;I kiss and I squeeze them agen and agen,And vow I will Marry, but I know not Bridget and Susan, young Nancy and Nell,To each of these Lasses fine stories I tell;Soft kisses I give them, a hundred and ten,And vow I will Marry, but I know not ivhen. Sometimes to the Tavern with Betty I go,And like a true Lover much kindness I show ;I kiss, nay I hugg, and I cuddle her then,And vow I will Marry, but I know not when. Sometimes a young Widow I happen to meet, I tell her with smiles that her joys Ile compleat, If she has much Treasure, Ile to woo now and then ; [scarcely legible. And vow I will Marry, bid I know not when. 16 So long as she lin[k]s me with Silver and Gold,A thousand sweet Charms in her eyes I behold;I kiss and I hugg, and make much of her then,And vow I will Marry, but I know not when. So soon as her Treasure begins to decay, I think it high time to be
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