The Maidens Resolution;
OR,
An ANSWER to the ADVICE against
TOP-KNOTS.
Tune of, Ye Ladies of London.
This may be Printed, R P.
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W Hat is the matter you make such ado,
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come tell us we now do require?
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Must we young Damsels be ruled by you,
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concerning our Youthful Attire?
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Are we not brisk and just in our prime,
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then what is the cause we should spare it?
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Though we wear Top-Knots , I hope 'tis no Crime,
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for if we win Gold we will wear it.
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As for the Women of Old, which you say,
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might learn us a modest Behaviour;
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They, I declare, was as proud in their way,
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as we in our flourishing Favour:
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Had they not Gold and other rich Stuff?
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to us they were no ways inferior,
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She was no Woman that had not a Ruff,
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the which was a thousand times dearer.
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Dragel'd-tayl'd Girls, you are pleased to call
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the Country Damsels at pleasure,
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Are they not often the best of us all
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in London, well furnisht with Treasure?
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Is not the best of Citizens Wives,
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from Country-Cities descended?
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Here they do flourish and lead happy lives,
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then why should you Fools be offended?
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E Very Damsel of Beauty so bright,
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you say they'l make Shipwrack of Credit,
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For a Top-Knot , which is all their delight,
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but he is a Rascal that said it:
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For I protest you're something too rude,
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since under a Scandal you laid us,
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Count us and call us the Billings-gate Crew,
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you do what you can to Degrade us.
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Why should not Kate the Cook-Maid have a Knot ,
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if she has wherewith to afford it?
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Is't not to Fame, pray, a far fouler blot,
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for Maidens like Misers to hoard it?
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If in their Dress, which gallant they went,
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a Wealthy good Husband they Marry,
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Then has the Top-Knot brought perfect content,
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when other poor Gillians may tarry.
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Towers and Top-Knots, it seems you have said,
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we often take up by the Tally,
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Yet the poor Creditor seldom is paid,
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but do you suppose that we value
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What you can say, degrading of these,
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and telling the world of our failing,
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We'l have our Top-Knots as long as we please,
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and care not a fig for your Railing.
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Top-Knots I tell you, we prize and adore,
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and therefore pray leave off this rumour;
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What if we Women wear seven times more,
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pray who can controul our humour?
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Therefore a fig for what you can say,
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the Top-Knots we are not for hating,
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But are resolv'd to go Gallant and Gay,
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therefore pray leave off your pra[t]ing.
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Here at the last, the whole truth to express,
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we'l have both a Top-Knot and Tower ,
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I'm sure there was ne'r a more aimable Dress,
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therefore you may frown, fret, and lower:
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These we will wear, although upon force,
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we value not though they may grieve you;
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Now I will hold you no longer Discourse,
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and therefore farewel, I must leave you.
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FINIS.
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