Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[One came to court a Wench which was presize] |
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[One came to court a Wench which was presize]
One came to court a Wench which was presize,And by the spirit did the flesh dispise,
Mouing a secret match betweene them two
But she insooth and sadnesse would not do.
He did reply, so sweete a faire as she,
Made of the stuffe as all frayle women be;
Ought by the law of Nature to be kind,
And shew her selfe to beare a womans mind:
Well Sir (quoth she) you men do much preuaile
With cunning speeches and a pleasing tale.
Tis but a folly to be ouer-nice,
You shall: but twenty shillings is my price:
A brace of Angels if you will bestow,
Come such a time, and I am for you, so.
Well, he tooke leaue, and with her husband met,
Told him by bond he was to pay a debt:
Intreating him to do so good a deede,
As lend him twenty shilling at his neede.
And t'other willing on his wife did spend:
So taking leaue with her, he goes his waies,
Meeting his Creditor within few dayes,
And told him, Sir I was at home to pay
The twenty shillings which you lent last day:
And with your wife, (because you were not there)
I left it, pray you with my boldnesse beare.
Tis well (quoth he) I'm glad I did you pleasure,
So comming home, questions his wife at leasure:
I pray sweet hart, was such a man with thee,
To pay two Angels, which he had of me.
She blush't and sayd, he hath beene here indeede,
But you did ill to lend, Husband take heede;
The falshood of the world you do not spy,
It is not good to trust before we try:
Pray lend no more, for it may breede much strife,
To haue such knaues come home to pay your wife.
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