An ANSWER to the
Advice to the Ladies of London.
Wherein is set forth a Glance of their Craft and Subtilty: Or, The Fop well fitted
by one of their late Stratagems.
Behold and see the Subtilty
of L[ond]on Misses, when
They can compleat a Crafty Cheat,
they make a prey of Men.
To the Tune of, The Ladies of London, etc. This may be Printed, R. P.
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AS I was Rambling near Temple-Bar,
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I met with a Lady of pleasure,
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Her beauty shined as bright as a star,
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I then was inflam'd out of measure,
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Like a Gallant I to her did go,
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when first I beholding her glory,
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But at the length it prov'd my overthrow,
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as you may observe by this story,
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She was perfumed with powder nay paint,
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did make me her beauty admire,
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At first she appeared to me like a Saint,
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I being resolved to try her;
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Yet at the first she would not be mine,
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but threatned to make an Oration,
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This was a subtil and crafty design,
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the more to encourage my passion.
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While we together disputing did stand,
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I wittily sounded her temper,
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I clapt two yellow Boys into her hand,
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at which she began for to simper:
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Straightway she yielded to be my Mate,
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then home to her Lodging she hasted.
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I like a Coxcomb upon her did wait,
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where I was sufficiently basted.
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I had no sooner approached the place,
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with this fair and amorous beauty,
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But I immediately fell to embrace
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her, counting it to be my duty:
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Straight a stout Royster entred the Room,
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and running upon me most nimble,
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Crying, you Rascal, death shall be your doom,
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this made me to quiver and tremble.
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Now in a sorrowful Snare I was caught,
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this Gallant did hector and Vapour,
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I could have given my life for a groat,
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for fear of a dent of his Rapier:
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Straightways he seem'd to pardon his Wife,
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because of her humble submission,
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Yet he continued to threaten my life,
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I was in a woful condition.
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Here I expected I should be destroy'd,
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with blows I was bitterly wounded,
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There was no way in the World to avoid
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his Fury, I being surrounded:
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his Wife and he both fell upon me,
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they being concluded together,
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When I discover'd my sad destiny,
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I wish'd I had never came thither.
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Seven good Guneas I proffer'd to give,
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if he would be pleas'd to excuse me,
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But yet he vow'd I no longer would live,
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and then he the more did abuse me.
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One hundred pound he vow'd he would have;
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then I of the fray being tyred,
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And being willing my life for to save;
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straight granted what e're he desir'd.
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Was ever Novis so stradgely trappan'd,
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where kindness I could not have any,
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But was compel'd straight to give him a bond
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for paying him every penny:
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This hundred pound I give for a kiss,
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by which I declare I am undone,
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now you young gallants take warning by this
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beware of the Ladies of London.
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FINIS.
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