A New Ballad of King Edward and Jane Shore.
To the Tune of, St. George for England and the Dragon.
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WHy should we boast of Lais and his Knights?
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knowing such Champions, entrapt by Whorish lights,
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Or why should we speak of Thais curled locks,
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Or Rodophe that gave so many men the Pox,
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Read old stories and there you shall find,
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How Jane Shore, Jane Shore, she pleasd King Edwards mind.
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Jane Shore she was for England, Queen Fredrick was for France,
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Honi soit qui mal y pence.
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To speak of the Amazons it were too long to tell,
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And likewise of [t]he Thracian Girls how far they did excel;
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Those with Scythian Lads, engagd in several Fights,
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And in the brave Venetian Wars, did foil adventurous Knights
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Marsaline and Julia were vessels wondrous brittle,
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore took down King Edwards mettle;
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Thallestis of Thormydon she was a doubty weight,
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She conquered Pallas King in the exercise of Night:
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Hercules slew the Draggon, whose teeth were all of Brass,
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Yet he himself became a slave unto the Lydian Lass.
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The Theban Semule lay with Jove not dreading all his thunder
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But Jane Shore overcame King Edward although he had her under:
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Hellen of Greece she came of Spartian blood,
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Agricola and Cressida they were brave Whores and good;
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Queen Clytemnestra boldly slew old Arthurs mighty Son,
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And fair Harcyon pulld down the strength of Tallamon,
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Those were the Ladies that causd the Trojan Sack,
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But Jane shore, Jane Shore, she spoild King Edwards back.
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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For this the ancient Fathers did, great Venus deifie,
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Because with her own Father Jove, she feared not to lye,
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Hence Cupid came who afterward revengd his loving Mother
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And made kind Biblis do the like with Cornus her own Brother
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And afterwards the Goddess kept Adonis for reserve,
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, she stretcht King Edwards Nerve,
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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The Colchean Dame, Maedea her Father did betray,
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And taught her Lover Jason how the vig[il]ant Bull to slay:
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And after thence conveyd her Fathers golden fleece,
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She with her Lover saild away in Argus ship to Greece;
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But finding Jason false, she burnt his Wife and Court,
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, she shewd King Edward sport:
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Romix of Saxoni, the Welsh state overthrew,
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Igraeyn of Cornwal, Pendragon did subdue,
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Queen Quiniver with Arthur fought singly hand to hand
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In Bed, though afterward she made horns on his head to stand;
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And to Sir Mordred pictish Prince a Paramore became,
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, she made King Edward tame.
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Marosia of Italy see how she stoutly copes,
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With Jesuits Priest, & Cardinals, & tripple crowned Popes,
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And with King Henry, Rosamond spent many a dallying hour,
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Till lastly poysoned by the Queen in Woodstock fatal Bower,
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And Joan of Ark plaid in the dark, with the knights of Languidock,
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But Jane Shore met King Enward & gave him knock for knock:
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Pasipha we know plaid feats with the Cretan Bull,
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And Proserpine though so divine, became black Plutoes Trull;
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the Spanish Bawd her strumpets taught to lay their legs astride
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But these and all the Curtezans Jane Shore did them deride,
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Pope Joan was right, although she did the Pabal Scepter weild
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, she made King Edward yield:
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Agathoclya and AEanthe did govern AEgypts King,
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The witty wench of Andover she was a pretty thing;
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She freely took her Ladies place, and with great Edgar dallyed
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& with main force she foyld him quite, although he often rallyd
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For which brave act, he that her rackt, gave her his Ladies land
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, King Edward did command:
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Of Phryne and of Lamua Historians have related,
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How their illustrious beauties, two Generals captivated;
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And they that in the days of yore kild men & sackt their Cities
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In honour of their Mistresses, composed amorous Ditties;
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Let Flora gay, with Romans play, and be a Goddess calld,
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, King Edward she enthrald.
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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The jolly Tanners Daughter Harlot of Normandy,
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She onely had the happiness to please Duke Roberts eye,
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And Roxoliana though a slave, and born a Grecian,
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Could with a nod, command and rule grand Seignior Sollyman
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And Naples Joan, would make them groan, that ardently did lover
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, King Edward he did Shover;
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Aspatia doth of the Persian brothers boast,
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Though Scinthya joy in that Lampthean boy, Jane Shore shall rule the roast,
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Cleopatra lovd Mark Anthony, and Brownal she did feats,
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But compared to our Virago they were but meerly cheats;
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Brave Carpit Knights, in Cupids sights, their milk-white Rapiers drew,
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But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, King Edward did subdue:
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Jane Shore she was, etc.
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Hamlets incestuous mother, was Gartherrud Denmarks Queen
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And Circe that inchanting Witch, the like was scarcely seen,
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Warlike Penthasillia was an Amazonian Whore,
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To Hector and young Troyalus, both which did her adore,
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But brave King Edward who before had gaind nine victories,
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Was like a bonslave fettered with Jane Shores all-conquering Thighs.
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