The defence of Hide Parke,
From some aspersions cast upon her,
Tending to her great dishonour.
To a curious new tune.
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WHen glistering Phoebus
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had hid his head,
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And horned Cynthia
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shined in his stead,
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A dulnesse that time
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had possessed my braine,
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Then to a Taverne,
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I straight tooke my way,
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Where was good Canary
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as I did heare say,
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To put me into
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a pleasant vaine:
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And as I passed
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along in the darke,
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One in disgrace,
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Unto my face
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Slandered my honestie
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of old Hide parke.
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What though your Courtiers
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appeare here in braverie,
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Must it be a boulster,
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unto their knaverie,
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There's private corners
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for them in the Court.
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Your Ladies of the Court,
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are they not neat ones?
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I surely that they be,
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and very feat ones,
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Yet come they not hither
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to play at loves sport,
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They can point places,
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if it be their minde,
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More fit than this,
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To play and kisse:
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Then judge of Hide Parke,
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no worse than you finde.
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What though your Ladies,
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all of the Land,
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Come riding hither
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forth of the Strand,
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They come out to take the ayre,
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and so are gone.
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I dare not boldly say,
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that they come there to play,
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As they passe on the way
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in garments rich and gay,
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What harme's this I pray,
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I can finde none,
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Each one hath time enough,
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at her owne home,
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For you know what,
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No hurt in that,
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They to Hide Parke to do't
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need never come.
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Truth is, your Merchants wives
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sometime come hither,
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Like loving little Rogues
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kindly together:
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Is't not as fit for them,
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as tis for many,
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Their husbands give them,
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a spare time for walking,
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ships are not sound they know
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without good chalking,
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For ill that they doe here,
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I doe not know any,
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Let not Hide Parke,
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be so much scandalizld
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And made a baud
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To womens fraud,
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You that have done this,
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be better advis'd.
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The honest Country Girles,
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sometimes resort here,
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Thinke not amisse of them,
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they make no sport here,
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They take more pleasure
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to dance ore a greene,
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Or at a Whitson Ale,
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to be woo'd plainely
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With a true countrey Lad,
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no word spoke vainely,
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Though in Hide Parke
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now and then they'l be seene
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Tis neere a whit more
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dishonest for them.
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Therefore Ile still
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say they doe ill
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That doe so honest
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a lace so condemne.
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