The young mans approbation against the wise for-
tune-teller.
Wherein he shows to all Batchellors rare
To chuse a Wife thats civil by her hair,
Take not a red, nor a sandy do not chuse
But flaxen or brown thy love will not abuse.
Tune of, Corridons Complaint. J. Wade
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DId you not hear a fellow
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that writ against all those;
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Which had a tallow face
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or had a fiery nose,
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He thought to please young Maidens
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but yet let me you tell,
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Young Mens cause ile vindicate
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wherever they do dwell,
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And what heres writ they shall find fit
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to please their humours well.
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Then listen young Men
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and to you I will show,
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To take heed of subtle Damsels
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when you intend to Wooe:
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For Maids are grown so cunning
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and hath such luring eyes,
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Theyl kiss and court and with you sport
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and make of you a prize,
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But never trust a sandy-pate
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if that you be wise.
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No nor yet do not chuse one
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that hath red hair,
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For if you should chance to sell her
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shel be no Market ware,
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Besides like to Acteon
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she thy head will horn,
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And when that she has done it
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shel laugh thee to scorn,
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Then thou wilt rue the time boy
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that ever thou was born.
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ALso beware and take good heed
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of a fleering-looks,
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She has more baits then the Fisher men
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to catch you with her hooks,
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Shel tell you many stories
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but none you true shall find,
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And when that you have Wedded her
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she soon will change her mind,
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And if she can get Master
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she will beat thee blind.
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Moreover let me tell thee
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if thou wilt be ruld,
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How to choose a civil Wife
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that you may not be foold,
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Take not one that hath a Nose
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that is both sharp and high,
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Nor one that hath two blobber lips
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his mouth is never dry,
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But yet theyl serve at Supper
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instead of Tripes to fry.
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Likewise honest young Men
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I more to you will tell,
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Cause ide have none to do amiss
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but all should do well:
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When as you go a Wooing
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and intends to have a mate,
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Beware of frowning Sarah
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also of scolding Kate,
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For if in the least you cross her
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she will break thy pate.
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Therefore tis good for all Men
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in time for to take heed,
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The better you do look about
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the better you may speed,
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An honest Girl she is worth Pearl
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but of such there is but few,
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And for to find out one of them
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a man shall have much ado,
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Hed as good to seek St. Dennis out
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these words I speak are true.
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Theres Sarah, Sue, and Betty
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are of a merry mood,
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But tho they are so pretty
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they have more ways thens good,
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Theyl lout and pout, theyl scoul & frown
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if a man he dont them please,
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And when they list then they can be
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sick of the same Disease,
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But the brown-haird Girl I do protest
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is better [t]hen all these,
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A black browd Girl is lovely
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and seemly to behold,
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But the flaxen hairs without compare
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and worth her wait in Gold,
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And he that gains her to his Wife
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thus much for her ile say;
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Of all the Maids in our Town
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she bears the bell away,
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At singing or at dancing
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or else at Stool-ball play.
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Thus much honest Batchellors
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I hope you all do hear;
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How to chuse a civil Wife
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byth colour of her Hair,
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You know true blew will never stain
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no more wont an honest Wife,
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And he that gains such a one
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he lives a merry Life,
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But a scolding dame is void of shame
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and given much to strife.
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