EBBA 35639
Beinecke Library - Broadsides By6
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Chastities Conquest,
OR, No Trusting before Marriage. A New Song,
You Virgins that your Fame and Honour prize.
Learn here by saving both, how to be wife.
Secure your Treasure till you have secur'd
The Purchaser and then you are insur'd
A thing that forehand freeness ne'r procur'd.
To the Tune of, Canst thou not weave Bone-lace.
This may be Printed. RP.
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CAnst thou not weave Bonelace,
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yea by Lady that I can,
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canst thou not lisp with Grace
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yea as well as any one,
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Canst thou not Card and Spin
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yea by Lady that I can
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And do the other thing
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wee I'le do what I can
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Come then, and be my sweet
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To Bed I'l carry thee
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No in Geud faith not a bit
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Unless you marry me.
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Marriage is not the mode
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then I'le will make it so,
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Duce o'the common Road
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I'l ne'r forsake it so
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Thou shalt in me possess
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all Joys that can be had
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Then give a consenting Kiss,
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Then wed me first my Lad
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Let us but gang to the Priest
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So dear I tender thee.
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Then Kiss on and do what you list
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faith I'le not hinder the
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We shall soon weary grow
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change will soon tyre you
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Ah do not tell me so
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Since I admire you
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For when I touch thy Breasts
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thy charms so fire me
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Yet needless is a Priest
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Then come no nigher me,
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For when you tempt me to bed
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I'se no sick silly Fool,
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But if you'l buckle and wed,
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then kiss your Belly full
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If as you say you Love
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make I'se your wedded Mate,
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And you shall freely have
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what ever you'd be at
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Will you not then my Joy
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without you'r wedded strike
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No by my troth not I
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Such loving I'se not like
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But wedded my Arms shall bless
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thy passion to the light
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And with a consenting kiss
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my Love to his Joys invite.
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Let's no kind minutes wast
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I'l lead thee to my Bed,
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Where Loves delights we'l tast
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and so to morrow be wedded
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Geud Faith I'se not agree,
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I'se venture no such thing
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Troth you'r deceived in me
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and must begin again
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Come lay this Bashfulness by
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your blushes I will hide
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What harm is it now to try
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If you'r to morrn my Bride.
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I'se never yield to that
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O don't desire me
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To [s]o the Dee'l knows what
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Whoo'd then admire me
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Well thou hast won my heart,
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Thy Virtues fire me
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I'le wed and never part
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As you require me
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Soft murmurs and Sighs shall prove
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What Joys you render me
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O Kiss then and surfeit one Love
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Faith i'se not angry be.
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Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball near the Bear Tavern in Pyecorner.
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