The Times' Whistle Or A Newe Daunce of Seuen Satires, and other Poems: Compiled by R. C., Gent. [i.e. Richard Corbett]. Now First Edited from Ms. Y. 8. 3. in the Library of Canterbury Cathedral: With introduction, notes, and glossary, By J. M. Cowper |
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In Madamam quandam. |
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In Madamam quandam.
A country lasse of silly parents bred,
In London was for service entertainde,
And being of a wealthy master sped
She with her luring lookes so farre him trainde,
That he embrac'd her in a marriage bed,
But first she pawnd to him her maydenhead.
In London was for service entertainde,
And being of a wealthy master sped
She with her luring lookes so farre him trainde,
That he embrac'd her in a marriage bed,
But first she pawnd to him her maydenhead.
What plottes she had, what tricks she then did vse,
To bring her matter to soe good effect,
I list not now repeat; lest for the stewes
New stratagems I plainlie doe detect:
But such they were, that from a scullians life
Made her a wealthy marcheantes second wife.
To bring her matter to soe good effect,
I list not now repeat; lest for the stewes
New stratagems I plainlie doe detect:
But such they were, that from a scullians life
Made her a wealthy marcheantes second wife.
Then gan she trip it proudlie one the toe,
And mince it finely vpon London streetes.
She lady-like in her attire did goe,
Bought with the purchase of vnlawfull sheets;
At last, her of her husband death bereft,
Who dying, her a wealthy widow left.
And mince it finely vpon London streetes.
She lady-like in her attire did goe,
Bought with the purchase of vnlawfull sheets;
At last, her of her husband death bereft,
Who dying, her a wealthy widow left.
Ambition now began to swell her minde,
All her desire was to be ladifide;
And with a knight at len[g]th she was combinde,
Which made her think herselfe halfe deifide:
But well she might, in Edens plot she lies,
And all men know that place is paradise.
All her desire was to be ladifide;
And with a knight at len[g]th she was combinde,
Which made her think herselfe halfe deifide:
But well she might, in Edens plot she lies,
And all men know that place is paradise.
Long liv'de she not in Edens fruitfull soile,
For her aspiring minde straight drave her thence;
That serpent pride did her soe far beguile,
Eden she banisht was for her offence:
Iudge, was not woman very much vnwise
That thus by pride hath twice lost paradise?
For her aspiring minde straight drave her thence;
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Eden she banisht was for her offence:
Iudge, was not woman very much vnwise
That thus by pride hath twice lost paradise?
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