Fancies Favourite:
OR,
The Mirror of the Times.
Being a young Ladies commendation of a young Gallant, which hath a long time shewed
her much love; which by his civil carriage, and long patience in waiting on her, at last conquered her, who was once resolved to lead a single life, and therefore he termed her
the Phoenix of the Times.
To the Tune of, Fancies Phoenix.
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COme, come, away you Maidens fair
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this Song to you I will indite,
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'Tis of a Young Man I'll declare.
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who in his praise I needs must write:
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The City if I search about,
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I scarce shall find his fellow out.
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He hath been constant now to me,
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The mirrour of the times is he.
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I must confess, I once did mind,
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a single life to live and dye;
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But such rare parts in him I find,
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his civil Suit I can't deny,
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But am resolved to set him free,
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And grant him love and libertie:
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So civil he hath been to me, etc.
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I once did think I never should
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so much as know what love should be,
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Nor did I dream he ever could
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with patience so have conquered me:
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His comely gesture I did spie
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Made me delight in's company.
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That all may say that doth him see, etc.
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Did you e'r see that glorious Star
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that ushers in the morning bright,
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How he exceeds all other far
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by casting forth his sparkling light,
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So all do say as much by he,
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That e'r did keep his company.
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His carriage doth his gesture show,
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he is admired where e'r he go.
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He bashful is, yet bold also,
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and shews it with a gallant grace,
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All vaporizing Blades he scorns to know,
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yet scorns he for to hide his face,
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He'll take no wrong, nor quarrels breed,
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but stick to's friend in time of need:
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He's civil, yet he'll merry be, etc.
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If anywhere you should him spy,
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in Maids or Womens company,
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No wanton looks comes from his eye,
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at any time as you e'r shall see,
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He'll court, he'll kiss, he'll sing or play,
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but it shall be in a modest way,
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For Men or Womens company, etc.
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BUt stay, my Pen doth run too fast,
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in setting forth his gallantrie,
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For Fear I lose him at the last,
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then cause you'll have to laugh at me,
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When some do hear of him they may
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persuade his love from me away:
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But if they gain his love from me,
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None constant then I think there be.
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But his name I have not told,
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nor will not yet, you may be sure
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Till of him I can get faster hold,
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there's no one here shall it procure.
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You Maidens all that hear my Song,
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I would not have you for him long.
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But if you do, persuaded be,
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You may find some as good as he.
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A Phoenix he hath termed me,
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because I thought to lie alone,
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But if that such a Bird there be,
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out of this Climate sure she's flown,
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Our Land is cold, and therefore I,
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resolve no Phoenix for to die.
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But though I don't his Phoenix prove,
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Yet I will be his Turtle Dove.
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There's many maiden that doth say,
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a single life is best at ease,
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How oft I peay will you say nay,
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if once a Young man doth you please,
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I must confess sometimes you'll prove,
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most coy to him you most do love.
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What by experience I find true,
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Pray blame not me to tell it you.
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Let me advise you Maidens fair,
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not to be coy, nor proud at all,
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For those that count themselves most rare
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most times doth get the greatest fall:
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You seldom see a scornful maid,
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but at the last she is betray'd:
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Be courteous, yet be vertuous still,
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And let not young men have their will.
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Chuse not a Husband for estate,
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unless you fancy him beside,
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You may repent when 'tis too late.
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for a lifetime you are ty'd:
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No Ranter take, if you be wise,
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nor yet none of the new precise:
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The one will rant and spend thy means,
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The other closely may love queans.
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But now my Song grows to an end,
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I must be gone, my love doth stay,
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Last night I did unto him send
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to meet me at a place today;
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Where we intend so to agree,
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in what Church we will Married be:
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Then Phoenix like we'll live and dye
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In the pure flames of Chastity.
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One Love, one Faith, we do express,
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and therefore we one name will have,
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Our love so great is I confess,
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we likewise do desire one grave;
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To his desire I will incline,
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his ashes shall be joyned with mine,
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So Phoenix like we mean to lie,
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And Turtle like we'll live and dye.
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