Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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How to chuse a Mistress.
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How to chuse a Mistress.
[I]
I would not wed the Creature that desiresTo know the secrets of the Marriage-bed;
And to repell the fury of her fires,
Forsooth, in all haste must be married.
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Nor she who by her Parents crueltyIs made to loath her self, and cares not how
She is bestow'd, to Joy or Misery:
Ne'r minding Love nor Mariages strickt Vow.
III
Nor she who hath to any been a Stale,And now with Frantick Resolution swears
The next that comes to Court her shall prevail,
Oh! such a peice would lug Love by the Ears.
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Nor She that would be Wed to be made fine,
Thinking content should her attendant be;
Believing not to want what e're was mine;
Faith, such a Piece doth Love her self, not me.
Thinking content should her attendant be;
Believing not to want what e're was mine;
Faith, such a Piece doth Love her self, not me.
Nor your half Matron of some thirty five,
Whose in good-law and good-sooths have worn out
Her Lips and Teeth, whose heart is but a Sive,
As fast as Love creeps in it goeth out.
Whose in good-law and good-sooths have worn out
Her Lips and Teeth, whose heart is but a Sive,
As fast as Love creeps in it goeth out.
Nor the green piece that weds for the Rings sake,
And other pretty things belonging to't;
The man that hath her must her Babies make,
And have a Fool and thousand plagues to boot.
And other pretty things belonging to't;
The man that hath her must her Babies make,
And have a Fool and thousand plagues to boot.
Nor yet the serious Soul that doth imploy
Her whole day at her work, or pries into
The Cooks Affairs, in her there is small joy,
She'l Love me when She'as nothing else to do.
Her whole day at her work, or pries into
The Cooks Affairs, in her there is small joy,
She'l Love me when She'as nothing else to do.
Now some will say, I cann't find such an one,
That is from one or all these follies free;
To such I answer, that they are unknown,
Unto thy worth, and ignorant of thee.
That is from one or all these follies free;
To such I answer, that they are unknown,
Unto thy worth, and ignorant of thee.
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