Doctor Experience's excellent Advice to the
VIRGINS:
Or, An Infallible way to get good Husbands.
Maidens, peruse these lines and you will find
A speedy way to make the men grow kind;
You that good husbands want, 'tis in your
power
To hook them to you almost in an h[our]
Take these directions & you cannot m[iss]
Safe to arrive at Loves intirest bliss.
Tune of, Oxford-shire Damosel. This may be printed. R. P.
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YOu Maidens all that would be wise,
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come hearken to my story,
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And take betimes my kind advice,
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before you lose your glory.
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Coyness though men often blame,
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does gain us love and honour,
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She that's o're-fond does lose her fame,
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whilst none will dote upon her.
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'Tis some that over-lavish are
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of that which is their treasure,
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That makes men for us little care,
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whilst all by one they measure:
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In days of old I must confess
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that short was happy wooing,
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And all out Grandams still do bless
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what is not long a doing.
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But they that in the days of Yore
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met with men kind and constant,
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Do little think how time has wore
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them to be false and wanton:
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They come unto us stuff'd with praise,
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and cunningly do flatter,
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And try our love a thousand ways
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until our chaps do water.
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Until they find our loves are strong,
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they feed us up with fancies,
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Toying with us all the day long,
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and leading us night-dances.
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At Ball and Play and merriment
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they willing are to treat us,
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And swear they will in all content,
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and never never cheat us.
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And thus whilst we hold out the Siege
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they are the most obliging,
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In e'ry thing they will oblige
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whilst they'r our Forts besieging;
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But when upon a parly we
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are kindly too believing,
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O then they use their tyranny,
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and are the most deceiving.
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Be wise you maidens then that would
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be lov'd and not forsaken,
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She that unto her Arms well stood
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was never never taken;
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O stand your guard you maids,
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that would in love be happy,
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Baffle Novices and Blades,
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and let no Youngster trap ye.
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Be coy when they are pressing on,
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and frown them at a distance,
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When they pretend to sigh and moan
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do you make most resistance;
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The thing that's hardest to be got
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is ever most desired:
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That Lover soonest is your lot
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that in deep passion's mired.
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A man that has been hunger-fed
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thinks any thing a dainty:
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Who's from a barren Island lead,
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thinks scarcy land's a plenty.
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Be wise you lasses then be wise,
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and too much fondness banish,
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And men no more will tyrannize,
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their falshoods all will vanish.
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He who thought to catch you then
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himself will be beguiling:
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The certain bait for to catch men
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is frowning and not smiling:
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'Tis coyness and denial gains,
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'tis that will do or nothing;
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To love they'r constant in their chains,
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but being freed are loathing.
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Be wise you Lasses then be wise,
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be coy though you dissemble,
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To glance such beams prepare your eyes,
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as makes a Lover tremble,
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'Tis this will gain your desire.
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and make Loves flame burn lighter;
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By this you'l see Loves glowing fire
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in mens breasts burn more brighter.
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