The Ladies Looking-Glass,
OR THE
Queen and the Cobler.
To the Tune of, I often for my Jenny strove .
Licensed and Entered according to Order.
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A Queen beyond Seas did Command
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Princes, Earles, and Nobles all,
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And ev'ry Subject in her Land,
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ev'ry heart, both great and small:
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[A]ll did wonder at her Beauty,
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Vertues, and each pleasing Grace,
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And each Beauty, thought 'twas Duty,
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to admire her Charming Face.
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A Winged Wag, by chance there came
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to the Pallace of the Queen,
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[(]Which gentle Lovers Cupid name)
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such an Archer ne'r was seen;
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He straight took his Golden Bow,
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and drew from thence a Fatal Dart;
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Which ne'r misses, for with Wishes,
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he can wound the greatest Heart.
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He hit this Queen, for (Weladay)
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she on Cupid then did call,
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Yet Fancy'd no Man fine and Gay,
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only a gentle Cobler Tall:
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She that scorn'd a Princes Crown,
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and all her Nobles that did wait,
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Must now discover, though above her,
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the Cobler now must be her Mate,
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A thousand thoughts perplex her Breast,
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[and] she Sighs in secret sore,
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At Night she cannot take her rest,
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she that knew no Love before:
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She oft try'd to check the Passion,
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but she found it was in vain,
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Love came to her, and did Wooe her,
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till she left off to complain.
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She then at last resolv'd to tell
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all her Nobles, that she'd chuse
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A Prince for her self that near did dwell,
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which she thought they would refuse:
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They proclaim'd her Praise and Fame,
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and vow'd to her their Loyalty,
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That they ever, would endeavor,
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for to please her Majesty.
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The Cobler then she sends for Post,
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while her Nobles wondring stand;
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(The Conquest Cupid well may boast)
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for to him she gave her Hand:
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He amaz'd with Fear and Trouble,
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humbly falls down at her Feet,
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But at his Trouble, her Griefs double[,]
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till she gave him Kisses sweet.
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At length his Praises all they ring,
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and resolve for to Obey;
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And all the Courtiers Presents bring,
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deck'd in Gold and rich Array:
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For the Triumph of the Marriage,
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all are Summon'd to prepare,
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Then with Pleasure, and rich Treasure,
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all the Beauties shined there.
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A Princely Son in time they had,
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with a Daughter wondrous fair;
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That made the Realm and Nation glad,
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pleas'd and blest beyond compare:
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He enjoy'd his Father's Crown,
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and Reign[']d in Honour, Wealth & Peace[.]
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Thus the Story, is before ye,
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how his Glory did encrease.
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