A new Song of a Young mans opinion, of the diffe-
rence betweene good and bad Women.
To a pleasant new tune,
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S Hall I wrestling in dispaire,
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Dye because a womans faire,
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Shall my cheekes looke rale with care,
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Cause anothers rosie are:
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Be she fairer then the day.
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Or the flowry meads in May:
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If she thinke not well of me,
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What care I how faire she be.
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Shall my foolish heart be pinde,
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Be cause I see a Woman kinde,
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Or a well disposed nature,
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Joyned with a comely feature,
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Be she meeker kinder then,
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The Turtle Dove or pellican:
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If she be not such to me,
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What care I how kind she be,
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Shall a womans goodnesse move,
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Me to perish for her love,
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Or her worthy merites knowne,
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Make me quite forget mine owne,
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Be she with that goodnesse blest,
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As may merit name of best,
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If she be not such to me,
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What care I how good she be,
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Be she good or kinde or faire,
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I will never more dispaire,
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If she love me this beleeve,
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I will dye ere she shall grieve,
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If she slight me when I woe,
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I will scorne and let her goe.
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If she be not fit for me,
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What care I for whome she be.
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Shall a Woman sweet of voyce,
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Make my foolish heart rejoyce:
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Or the pleasures of her tongue
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Be the meanes to doe me wrong:
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If she had the sweetes of minde,
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Above the pitch of women kinde.
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If she be not so to me,
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What care I how sweet she be.
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Shall a Woman truely wise
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Draw amazement from mine eyes,
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Wondring that from such a Creature
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Wisdome thus should come by nature
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And comprehend the best of thinges
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That from the well of wisdome springs:
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If she be not such to me,
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What care I how wise she be.
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Shall Cupid set my heart on fire,
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To see a womans chast desire,
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And no fond perswasions move,
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A chang unto her mayden love,
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With purity of vertue grac't,
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To make her more in living chast:
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Yet if she be not such to me,
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What care I how chast she be.
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Shall all the sweetes that doe belong,
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Unto a beauty faire and young,
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Upon a womans forehead shine,
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To make a Creature most devine,
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when on her cheeks the youthfull bloud,
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In prime of May begins to bud,
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Yet if she not such to me,
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What care I how young she be.
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Then if she be young or chast,
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Or with the best of Women plac't,
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And of my love will not thinke strange
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No life shall be ere I will change:
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But if regardles I her finde.
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Farewell false love Ile change my mind
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Then is she not so fit for me,
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As I desire my love should be.
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FINIS.
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The second part of the Young mans Opinion.
To the same tune
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S Hall I cast affection downe,
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Because I see a Woman browne:
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Shall beauties changling kill desire,
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Or loathing quench out fancies fire.
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Be she browne or black or foule'
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Or fronted like a broad eyd Owle,
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Yet if she be not such to me,
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What care I how foule she be.
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Shall my heart with sorrow burst,
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Because I see a Woman curst:
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Or shall I grive when I behold,
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The picture of a perfect scold:
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Be her tongue so truely evill
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That well might tire the very Devill:
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Yet if she be not such to me,
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What care I how curst she be.
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Shall a Womans badnes make,
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Me leave true loving for her sake,
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Yet crosse a Woman of her will,
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Her best of good is worse then ill,
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Best or worst what ere befall,
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Bad is good wheres none at all.
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Yet if she be not such to me,
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What care I how bad she be.
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Shall I of my life be weary,
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To see a foolish woman merry,
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Or shall I thinke my selfe unfit,
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To speak to one that hath no wit,
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This Maxem oft hath past in Scholes
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Our greatest plagues are women fooles
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Yet if they be not such to me,
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What care I what fooles they be.
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Shall a Womans proud attyre,
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Inveagle me with fond desire:
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Or shall this strange devised shape,
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Transforme me to a wondring Ape,
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Be she of the proudest fashion
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On every limbe a severall nation.
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Yet if she be not such to me,
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What care I how proud she be.
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Shall a Womans tempting smile,
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Accuse her for a Crokadile:
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Or shall I trust a wantons eyes,
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That most dissembles when she cryes,
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Be Women made of evill holy,
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To draw us men to wanton folly,
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Yet if they be not such to me,
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What care I how ill they be.
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Shall a Woman that is olde,
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Freeze my fancy up with colde,
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Shall olde desires with pleasures met,
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Within a coffin and a sheet:
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Shall doting age on beauty gaze,
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When youth hath spent her brightest blaze
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Yet if she dote not thus on me,
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What care I how olde she be.
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Shall Women all affecting features,
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Make me judge them Angell Creatures
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Shal I thinke them come from Heaven,
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To be an earthly blessing given,
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Be good or bad or what you please,
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The lesse we need them most at ease.
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Be what they will if not for me.
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I care not then what Women be.
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FINIS.
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