This Maide would give tenne
Shillings for a Kisse: To the Tune of Shall I wrastle in despaire.
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YOu young men all take pitty on me,
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the haplessest Maid you ever did see:
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Refus'd of all, of all neglected,
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hated of all and by none affected:
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The cause I know not: well I know,
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their fond neglect procures my woe.
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Then since their hopefull loves I misse,
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come, here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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I doe as much as a Maide can doe,
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for gainst my nature I doe woe:
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I use all meanes that ere I can,
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to get the love of a proper man:
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Yet let me use the best of skill,
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they still deny, and crosse my will:
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Then since their hopefull loves I misse:
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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With Sievet sweet I make me fine,
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with sweet complection I doe shine:
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With beautious colours passing deere,
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I paint and prune, yet nere the neere.
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My cost is vaine, so well it proves:
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for all my cost there's no man loves:
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Then since their hopefull loves I misse,
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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I have a face as fayre as any,
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my nose and lip surpasseth many,
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I have an eye that rowsing lies,
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though theies are better to intice:
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Why should all men disdaining prove?
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and worser beauties dearely love?
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But since their hopefull loves I misse:
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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My armes are nimble to each poynt,
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active I am in every joynt:
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I am not as some maidens are,
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so coy, for young men not to care,
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Why should I then disdained be?
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when those are lov'd be worse then me:
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But since their hopefull loves I misse:
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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My waste is small, and likewise long,
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my leg well calfe, and boned strong,
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My pretty foote you all may feele,
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is not in bredth an inch in th' heele.
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From head to foote in every part,
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I seeme a building fram'd by Art:
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Yet since their hopefull loves I misse,
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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Yet man's obdurate to my mones,
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they all stand senslesse of my grones,
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They nere regard a proper maide:
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great heyres are tane and she denaid,
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Yet by all meanes I will assay,
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to gaine mens loves as well as they:
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For since their hopefull loves I misse,
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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Is Cupid dead, will he not strike,
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and make some man perforce to like:
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Or is he angry with a creature,
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making me live the scorne of nature:
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Or is his dart in's Quiver fast:
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oh no, I h[op]e heele strike at last:
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Since I their hopefull loves do misse,
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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To the Dauncing schoole I usuall goe,
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and learne farre more then many doe
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Oft I resort to weddings for this,
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onely to gayne a young mans kisse.
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Yet though my dauncing be so good,
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by all youth there I am withstood:
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Then since their hopefull loves I misse,
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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Let Venus guide some young mans hart,
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or Anthropos strike here thy Dart
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Let young men pitty my hard state,
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or prove like me unfortunate.
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Come gentle young men ease my griefe,
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nought but a kisse can give reliefe,
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For since their hopefull loves I misse:
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come here's ten shillings for a kisse.
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FIINS.
Printed at London by J. White.
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The Second Part sheweth shee may have them
Cheape I wis: To the Tune I can nor will no longer lye alone.
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ALack fayre Maide, why dost thou grone,
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As it for a kisse, alack but for one?
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Nay thou shalt have a hundred one two or three,
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More sweeter then the hunny that comes from the Bee.
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Doe not thinke we men are unkind,
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For a Kisse or two to stay behinde:
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Nay thou shalt have a hundred one two or three,
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More sweter then the blossomes from the Tree.
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All Maydes they say, not as you say,
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For if that we pray, they will say nay:
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The more that we seeke they still will reply,
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Alack they cannot love, yet know not why.
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I doe not condem all of your kind,
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But such that beare a froward faithles minde:
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The good I doe protest, I love with my heart,
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And with the evill I, will not take part.
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Wee men are constant and Women to blame
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To be unconstant, to their loves a shame:
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Yet tell them of their faults, they still will reply,
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They will have their wiles, yet know not why.
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I would all Maides were of thy minde,
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Then should we Men to woemen be kinde:
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And in love and Amitie agree,
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More sweter uhen the hunny that comes from the Bee.
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Many examples I could procure,
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Shewing men constant in their love:
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Which thou shalt finde in mee I tell thee plaine,
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Come kisse me gentle Sweeting O Kisse againe.
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There dwels a Mayd in our Towne greene,
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With whome many Lovers, I have seene:
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Yet shee's so coy, God wot she will have none,
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But lead a single life all alone.
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But how it falles I doe not know,
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A Ballet they say, now doth it show:
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That sighing and protesting, she makes her mone,
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She can nor will no longer lye alone.
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An other lately as I heare,
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That vow'd to live a Mayden forty yeere:
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Five shillings for a Husband now doth cry,
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If that she be not holpen, alack shee'l die.
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Come Ginny come an other cryes,
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With the trickling teares in her eyes:
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My Mayden head alacke it troubles me,
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O Ginny Ginny I, may say to thee.
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Doe not blush at this I speake,
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For alacke I know your Sex is weake:
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Let coy Dames passe away, refusing their blisse,
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Upon thy sweet lipes I doe seale this Kisse.
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And now to conclud this my Songe.
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Alacke for a Kisse thou hast stayd too long:
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Nay thou deserv'st a thousand one two or three,
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More sweeter then the blossomes of the Tree.
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