To her brown Beard.
For i'le warrant the Girl he'l Love the.
This Counsel doth advise all Maidens, kind,
To have a care lest Cupid make them blind,
Whereby to dote on Young mens fickle Love,
Which their actions will unconstant prove:
Husbands enough, and plenty may be had,
Some very good, and some exceeding bad;
Then come fair Maids, pray pick and chuse the best,
And let Old Nick make use of all the rest,
Tune of Sweet is the Lass, or my maidenhead will not o'reload me.
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YOu pretty Ladies all
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That merrily are disposed
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Once again to you I call
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To hear what is disclosed?
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It's but a jest, yet 'tis the best,
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And such conceits doth move me,
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To tell you true, as you may know
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Which is the man doth love thee.
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In the first place I shall you tell
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How you may easily find him;
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Do but observe his carriage well;
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Yet make tho you did not mind him:
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Observe also how he doth go,
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As thy fancy it doth move thee,
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If he be fair and honest too
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I'l warrant thee girl he'l love thee.
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IF he be of nature meek and mild,
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Or of a carriage civil,
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But if he has a Girl with Child
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Oh that's an action evil,
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Such a beard do not come near,
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Though he vows to lye above thee,
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But if he's one that's fair and young
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Ile warrant thee girl he'l love thee.
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But of a wanton have a care,
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That will both drink and swagger,
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He'l bring his Houshold poor and bare
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Himself will turn a Beggar:
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But if thoul't find one of thy mind
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You shall no whit disprove me,
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Make choice of one that neer did wrong
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Ile warrant etc.
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Be not afraid of a Carrot beard
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They'r good when they be sodden,
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So is a Hen that hath new laid
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If she be not too much trodden,
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Brown Hair I find is true and kind,
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I speak as't doth behove me,
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But black I wis, hath a good kiss,
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Ile warrant etc.
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A red Hair'd man will find a Purse
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To sit long on Alebenches,
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But yellow Hair is ten times worse,
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He loves to follow wenches:
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And for grey Hair, is full of care,
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Young flesh it will move thee,
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But he that's curl'd above the world
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Ile warrant etc.
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Of sandy-Hair have a great care,
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For fear lest he be jealous,
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And of a red Nose to beware,
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For he doth love the Alehouse:
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Let not a red come in thy bed,
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White Hair is it will move thee.
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But perfect brown's the best in Town,
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Ile warrant etc.
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The Flaxen Hair it is very good,
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And of such a civil carriage,
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Leather beards of a scurvy mood:
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Joyn not with him in marriage:
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A down lookt man that's pale and wan,
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Of all delights hee'l prove the,
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Red cheary cheek is mild and meek,
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Ile warrant etc.
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From others let toy praise proceed
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When as they do come near thee,
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There's some do make great shows indeed
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But will not love you dearly.
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Of such beware and have a care.
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I speak as't doth behove me.
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Chuse but him that is like to me,
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Ile warrant etc.
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Some maidens they do sore lament
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Because they are forsaken.
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Therefore these lines I did invent
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That none should be mistaken
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So maids adieu I bid to you,
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Tryal it is approv'd in me,
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Think what you will, the brown Hair still
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Ile warrant thee girl, hee'l love thee.
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