THE
Young Womens Complaint
FOR
Pressing the Old Ones,
Shewing their Willingness above the rest to serve
the KING, the Souldiers, and to be Prest.
Tune of, I marry and thank you too.
Licensed according to Order.
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YOung Women and Maidens all,
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come help me to make my Moan;
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For such a decree is new come forth,
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the like on't was never known.
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Pray where does the Justice lye,
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that we above all the rest;
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Should unimploy'd and useless be,
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and Grand-mothers must be Prest.
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Since time it does backward run,
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and order lose it's course:
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When men the better part do shun,
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and willingly choose the worse.
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To People of Reason and Wit,
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I will on their Judgment relye;
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Which is most convenient or fit,
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to Press an Old Woman or I.
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I think the Comparison's good,
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and unto most people is known;
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That Plump and Jucy Grapes are Prest,
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when Wither'd are let alone.
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If you to the Market go,
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to buy either Flesh or Fowl;
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The Youngest alwaies is your choice,
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and you do reject the Old.
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Then since of every kind,
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the Youngest proves the best;
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Keep all the Matrons still at home,
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and then let the Young ones be Prest.
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I know the brave Sons of Mars,
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if that they might have their mind:
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Wou'd gladly choose the brisk young Lass,
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and leave the Old Granny behind.
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Besides above all the rest,
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this double advantage wou'd spring:
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If th' Young ones be but soundly Prest,
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the'l get Souldiers to serve the King.
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And now to conclude my song,
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in the name of all the rest:
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Keep back the Old, and take the Young,
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for we long to be soundly Prest.
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