Oh faine would I marry
Yet divers occasions a while make me tarry,
Before he will wedd he is thrifty to see,
And set downe with Items what charge It will be.
To the tune of Drive the cold Winter away.
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OH faine would I wive,
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Yet doubting to thrive,
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[?]e enter'd the straits of that trouble,
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Or how to maintaine,
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For what I complaine,
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[?]en I doe my single life double:
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The care a young man
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Should take if he can,
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[?] love and affect his marriage,
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And his wife to his minde
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Be loving and kinde,
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[?]agoes there the Creame of her car-riage,
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Love is but a toy
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That answers the joy,
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[?]ce the blinde chit hath but hit me:
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Which when I have knowne,
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And my paines taken showne,
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[?]y sweet meat with sawce she will fit me:
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Her tricks & her toyes
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Will surfet my joyes,
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[?] her minde falleth a longing,
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Twelve times before noone,
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Sheell change like the Moone,
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[?] better [?]r[?]led to my hanging,
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[?]rv[?]d [?] one have
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[?] nor too brave.
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[?]h [?]a [?]too low nor too fat,
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[?] quick nor too slow,
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[?]e nor a shrow;
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[?]u [e]ndure that.
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[?]res of my Lass
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[?]ds nor alass
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[?]and lig in neat measure
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[?]e doth wrong,
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[?]te her nose long,
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[?] a[?]e[?]e great pleasu[re.]
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Let the haire of her head
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By no meanes be red,
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for that showes a white spotted favour:
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Her breath let be sweet,
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When hers and mine meet,
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but of rotten teeth take no savour:
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In her cheekes and her chin
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Three dimples put in,
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for that adds a grace to her feature,
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But if that her minde
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You fixe like the winde,
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by no meanes give me such a creature.
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Make her neck white and long,
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But not like a swan,
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her shoulders in in even equall manner:
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But make not her back
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Like a Pedlers pack
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for then I shall crie out upon her:
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Her arms and each brest,
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Her hands and the rest,
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[?] neatly all over:
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Then let me her finde
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To none but me kinde,
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and you shall see how I shall love her.
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Let Sol on her face
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No garish looke place,
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nor Mercury make her deceitfull:
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Nor Juno the scold
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In pride her uphold,
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such things in women are hatefull:
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Let Luna be strange,
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To give her a change,
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and Venus the gift of her falling:
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For so sayes Queene Mab,
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the trade of a drab,
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[?]m[?] too common a calling.
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The charge for delight,
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Of wedlock bed-right,
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who needs will withhold & have kn[?]
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Sure wots what he doe,
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Ere he goe thereunto,
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or better he were to forgoe it:
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For cares of the world,
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Are round about hurld,
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and with marriage take often dw[?]
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But if it so be
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That accords he and she
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they the sooner may give it expelling
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But, let none be nice
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In taking advice,
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nor a wiving let no young man ga[?]
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For he that goes slow
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May misse of a shrow
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when the caster may light of a Tr[?]
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The proverbe of old
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You often heard told,
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soft fire the sweetest Mault maketh
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Then best is he sped,
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That unto his bed,
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a Female well qualifyde taketh.
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But where one to finde
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Ile aske of the winde,
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for that goes about the foure corn[?]
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He lookes ev'rywhere,
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But is seldome the neer,
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for which you may hear oft he mu[?]
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Some women there bee,
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But I doubt none for m[e]
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on which a man freely may ventu[re]
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But fearing to finde
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Such a one to my minde,
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I a contrary passage may enter.
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