The Hasty VIRGIN:
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The D aughters desire for a Husband.
Together with the Mothers perswading her to be satisfied for a season; but when finding that
her Daughter could not forbear, she gave her Consent, to the Maidens great joy.
Tune of, Ladies of London. This may be printed , R. P.
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M Other, I have a desire to wed,
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the thoughts of true Love doth allure me,
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[?]ere I have pains from the foot to the head,
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a Husband would certainly cure me:
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[?] undergo a sad misery,
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dear Mother, without disputation;
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[H]ad I Husband, O then I should be
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the happiest Girl in the Nation.
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[D]aughter, methinks you are something too bold
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pray what doth your courage want cooling?
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[Y]ou that are not above sixteen years old,
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and yet you are wild to be fooling:
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Seven years hence you may have a Mate,
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'tis soon enough then I declare it.
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Mother, O why will you talk at this rate?
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what Maiden is able to bear it?
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Daughter, if you will no longer forbear,
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I tell you we shall be at variance;
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Marriage doth often bring trouble and care,
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I know it by woful experience:
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You being young and therefore unfit
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for any to come to a wooing;
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Should you be married before you have wit,
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O then it will prove your own Ruine.
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T Hen to her mother she thus did reply,
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why set you me such a hard Lesson?
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Is there not many far younger than I
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that daily doth taste of the blessing?
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Both night and day, alas, I am sure
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in vain I do wish for the pleasure;
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You ne'r consider what I do endure,
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but torture me now out of measure.
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Daughter, wherefore are you in a rage?
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what makes you so touchous and tasty?
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You would be wiser I dare to engage,
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if that you would not be so hasty
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All in good time you may be a bride,
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and live in much comfort together.
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Mother, I tell you my patience is try'd,
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pray let me have One now or never.
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Why should I languish and linger my time?
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dear Mother, I'd have you but try me;
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Am I not just in the midst of my p[r]ime?
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then why should you seem to deny me?
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My Cousin Nan , with bonny brisk Sue ,
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so long as I they never tarry'd;
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Therefore dear mother, whatever you do,
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I pray you now let me be married.
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Seeing you are in such sorrowful grief,
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according as you have reported,
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Leave off your sighing, and tell me in brief
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by whom you were yet ever courted:
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Mother, whene'er I went to the Mill,
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I had a small taste of those blisses,
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Robin and Roger they courted me still,
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and gave me a thousand sweet kisses.
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Daughter, I'd have you no longer lament,
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I yield to thy humble Petition,
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Wherein I freely do give my consent,
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that now you shall change your condition;
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Robin (of whom you tell me) I knew,
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but Roger to me is a stranger;
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Daughter, be careful whatever you do,
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for why? I must tell you there's danger.
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Mother, I thank you that you are so kind
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to grant me what I did desire;
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None but a Husband did run in my mind,
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I burn'd in unquenchable Fire.
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Now at the last I've ended my moan,
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no longer I need to stand arguing,
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Nor do I reckon to lye long alone,
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but make haste and strike up a bargain.
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