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EBBA 30151

British Library - Roxburghe
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OR,
Prettie Comparisons wittily grounded,
Which by scornefull Maidens may best be expounded.
To the tune of, Like to the Damaske Rose: The second straine to be
sung twice over.

LIke to a Dove-cote never haunted,
Or a Petition never granted;
Or like broad-cloth without a Taylor,
Or like a Jayle without a Jaylor;
Or like a Lanthorne without a light,
Or Wedding-day without a night:
Just such as those
may shee be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Dove-cote haunted,
yeelds much profit;
The Petition granted,
good comes of it;
The Taylor puts
broad-cloth in shape,
The Jaylor lets
no Prisoner scape;
The Candle light
is the Lanthornes treasure,
The Wedding-night
crownes all the pleasure:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
Who loves and marryes
ere shee dyes.

Like to a Ring without a finger,
Or like a Bell without a ringer;
Or like a Horse thats never ridden,
Or like a Feast, and no Guests bidden;
Or like a Well without a Bucket,
Or like a Rose and no one plucke it:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Ring, if worne,
the finger decketh,

The Bell, if rung,
good musicke maketh;
The Horse doth ease,
if he be ridden,
The Feast doth please,
if Guests be bidden;
The Bucket drawes
the water for thee,
The Rose, when pluckt,
is then most worthy:
So is that Maiden, etc.

Like to a Stock not grafted on,
Or like a Lute nere playd upon,
Or like a Jacke without a weight,
Or like a Barke without a fraught,
Or like a Locke without a key,
Or like a Souldier without pay:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Stocke thats grafted,
yeelds best fruit,
Best Musicks in
the fingerd Lute,
The weight doth make
the Jacke goe ready,
The fraught doth make
the Barke goe steady,
The Key the Locke
doth open right,
The Souldier paid
is prone to fight:
So is that Maiden, etc.

Like to a Needle without thread,
Or like a word without a deed,
Or like a warrant never seald,
Or like a thought thats nere reveald,
Or like a line without a booke,
Or like good meate without a Cooke:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The thread with Needle
yeelds much pleasure,
The deed and word
make decent measure,
The Seale in force
the Warrant makes;
The thought reveald,
all doubt forsakes,
The Hooke with Line
doth catch the Fishes,
The Cooke of meat
makes wholsome dishes:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
Who loves and marryes
ere shee dyes.

The second part. To the same Tune.

LIke to a Question and no Answer,
Or like a call without Anon Sir,
Or like a Ship was never rigd,
Or like a Mine was never digd,
Or like a wound without a plaister,
Or like a houshould and no Master:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Question answered,
strife appeaseth.
Anon, Anon,
the caller pleaseth,
The rigged Ship
sayles with the Wind,
Who digges the Mine
shall treasure find;
The wound is by
the plaister cured,
The house by th Master
is secured:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
That loves and marryes
ere she dyes.

Like to a Marrow bone nere broken,
Or commendations and no token,
Or like a Fort and none to win it,
Or like the Moone and no man in it,
Or like a Schoole without a Teacher,
Or like a Pulpit and no Preacher:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Marrow bone
thats broke eates pleasant,
The Token makes
a gratefull present,

Theres triumph in
the Fort thats won,
The man rides glorious
in the Moone,
The Schoole is by
the Teacher stild,
The Pulpits by
the Preacher filld.
So is that Maiden, etc.

Like to a Pistoll and no shot,
Or like a Promise quite forgot,
Or like a Hawke thats never mand,
Or like a Hide before tis tand,
Or like a Coach and nere a horse,
Or like a Coffin and no Corse:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Pistoll charged,
helpes in danger;
Hee that keepes promise,
is no ranger;
The Hawke thats mand,
yeelds Princely sport;
The Hide well tand,
theres much use fort;
The Horse doth cause
the Coach to carry,
The Coffins usd
the Corse to bury:
So is that Maiden, etc.

Like to a house by no one kept,
Or like a Corne field never reapt,
Or like a Wind-mill without sayles,
Or like a Horse-shooe without nayles,
Or like a Cage, without a Bird,
Or like a Scabberd and no Sword:
Just such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The house well kept,
Guests entertaineth;
The Corne field reapt,
mans life sustaineth;
The Wind-mill sayles,
the Graine well grindeth;
Horse-shooes with nayles,
sure footing findeth;
The Bird in Cage,
sings merrily;
The Sword in sheath,
shewes decently:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
Who loves and marryes,
ere shee dyes.


Printed at London for Fr. Coules, dwel-
ling in the Old-Bayly.

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