Some Luck Some Wit,
Being a Sonnet upon the merry life and untimely death of Mistriss Mary
Carlton, commonly called
THE
German Princess.
To a new Tune, called the German Princess adieu.
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Farewel German Princess the Fates bid adieu
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whose fall is as strange as her story is true,
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Her peddigree she from a Fidler does bring
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and Fidlers do commonly end in a string,
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How many mad pranks has she plaid on the Earth
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which equally moves us to pitty and mirth,
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But now for a Gamball at Christmas the fool
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must shew us a trick on a three-legged Stool.
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The first of her tricks was a Freak into France
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to learn the French language to sing and to dance,
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And who but a Taylor should lye in the lurch
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to cut out her work and to lead her to Church,
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He plyd her to with Gold but when all was prepard
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to measure the Princess about with his yard,
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She bobd off the Taylor and made him a Goose
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but for all her mad pranks she must dye in a Noose.
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Next after to Holland she steered her course
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and there she abused a Jewelor worse,
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For when he so many rich jewels had brought
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seald up in a box, she another had wrought,
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And thus he was chevld by the wit of the Girl
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with pebbles for diamonds and Glasses for pearl,
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Who after his gelding most sadly bemoans,
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he quite was undone for the loss of his stones
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The next that she shewd was on English-Mans jest
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and though there was wit int twas none of the best
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Then who but the Princess, and happy were they,
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that could but obtain this so welcome a pray:
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As eagerly she at the Collies did catch,
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but when she was married she met with her match;
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For at last an Atturney did fall in her way
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who gave her his Bond and had nothing to pay.
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A Brick-maker then as a Suitor did go
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whose news was as strange as the news from Soho
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For when he came up to his Tenement door
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he found there was one in possession before,
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To furnish this Room he sold all that he had
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and now not to enter it made him stark mad,
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But she had the money and kept him in awe
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by bidding him make up his Brick without straw.
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And now the young gallant that next was trappand
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was a kind of a Drugster as I understand,
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He thought her so rich that the prodigal fop
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to gain her sold all that he had in the Shop,
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But when to this prize he began to draw near
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he found he had bought his Commoditie dear,
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His fore-head did bud and such pains he indurd
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as would not by Balsoms or Plaisters be curd
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A Limner at length who had heard of her fame
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would needs draw her Picture and give it a frame,
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With couler and varnish she cheated the Elf
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and provd that she painted as well as himself,
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He made her a Face and a Robe like a Queen
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and swore twas as like her as ever was seen,
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But when at the Tavern she left him in paw[n]
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he swore for a Princess a Beggar hed drawn
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A thousand such pranks she did daily invent
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and yet with her money was nevey content,
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But spent it apace for the proverb you know
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says wealth that comes lightly as lightly does go.
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At Masques and at Revels by day and by night
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with Toryes and gallants she took her delight,
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She fancyd alass, it would nere be day
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and so never thought of a reckoning to pay.
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But what was long lookd for is now come at last
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and the sentence of death on the Princess is past
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Nor could she be tryd by her peers for no doubt
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there was not her peer the whole nation throughout
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But if any more of the gang should be found
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they are born to be hangd they shall never be dround
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When people must cheat to encourage their pride
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it is a Dutch trick which we cannot abide.
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