Animadversions on the Lady Marquess:
OR,
Properties Displayd.
View here the abstract of the Worlds great Frame,
Whose worth for ever Morralizd a Name;
Whose noble genrous parts, I dare to say,
Will get Renown, the clean contrary way:
Tune of, Hey Boys up go we.
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THe Lady Marquess and her gang,
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are most in favour seen;
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With Coach and Men on them to tend,
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as if she were a Queen:
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But if she be, tis of the Sluts,
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for all her fine Array,
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Whose Honour reaches to the Skies,
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But the clear contrary way.
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They have their choice of Musick sweet,
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which doth their senses Charm;
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And there they sit like Saints to be,
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as if they knew no harm:
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But they can fit them to a Hair,
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by night or else by day;
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And so they think to get Renown,
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But the clear contrary way.
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This House to them is like a Change,
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where all things may be had;
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A Glass of Wine to chear their heart,
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twill make their senses glad:
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There is a Proverb, If you Dance,
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the Fidler you must pay;
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At length it may their Fortune raise,
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But the clear contrary way.
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Tis not his Musick nor his Wine,
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that makes them for to run,
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There is something else within the case,
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which is needful to be done:
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The which ile give you leave to judge,
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in truth to you it may[;]
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Theres few returns a Ma[id again,]
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When hey boys down go they.
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There is an ill report abroad,
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which never yet was before;
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What female Sex goes there are lookt upon
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to be no better then a common Whore:
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For if you should your Pipkin crack,
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your Credit will away;
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And must curse the hour so rudely spent,
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When hey boys in went they.
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When once your Reputations lost,
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twere better you then were dead;
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Then for to say there goes a Maid,
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that has lost her Maiden-head:
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Therefore in time consider well ont,
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lest you should go astray;
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When tis too late you may repent,
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That hey boys in went they.
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