A Fairing for Young-men,
OR,
The careless Lover.
Who is resolv'd in his mind, upon a merry straine,
To Love, but not long, unlesse his Love, loves him againe;
He wishes all Batchelors to be rul'd by this Song,
And then their Sweet-hearts should not foole them so long.
To the tune of, He that hath most Money, he is the best Man.
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LIst you brave youngsters that live in the Citty
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and likewis you Countrey Lads hearken a whil
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Here are some Verses, I hope they will fitt ye;
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which when you have heard may caus you to smil
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I loved a Maid once but she did deceive me,
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and for the losse of her Ile not complaine,
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No beauties of Freedom shall ever bereave me,
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For I cannot love if not loved again.
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My Love for beauty I needs must commend her,
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and for her carriage it seem'd very faire
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But such a politick Wit did attend her
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that I had like to be caught in fooles snare,
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For by experience be sure I can tell thee,
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false love will puzzell, and trouble thy braine,
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Then let not fond smiles, and glances compell thee
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To love and not be beloved again.
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She in my company often consented,
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for to be merry, and passe time away,
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And for a while I rested contented,
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though in her carriage she seem'd very coy
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But when I perceived her suttle delusion,
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her humours no longer I then would maintaine
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For t'is a madness and breeds a confusion.
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To love and not to be beloved again.
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The more you seeke to a Maid, she will slight you
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strive for to please her as well as you can
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The more you intreate her, the less she'l requite you
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such fooles some maidens do make of a Man:
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Then thy'l fly from you, thinking to prove you,
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but for their absence never complaine,
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The more then you slight them, the better they'l love you
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For Ile never love if not loved again.
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The second part, to the same tune
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SOme like the wind wil be alway changing,
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and yet with fancies wil lead you along:
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When that their minds on others are ranging,
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thinking to charm you with their fals toung,
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They'l kisse you, they'l clip you, they'l tel you a sto-ry
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when al your time wil prove labour in vain,
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At last they will leave you, and take in't a glory:
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But il'e never love if not loved again.
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Batchelors all that heare this my Ditty,
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take my advise and be ruled by me,
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Slight your coy Lasses in Countrey and Citty:
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then to your humours they'l quickly agree,
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The more you creep to them, the sooner they'l leav you
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keepe a whil from them, you'l hear them complain
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Tell them you'l leav them, if once they deceiv you
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Then if you'l love them they'l love you again.
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Lasses there be to that will fawn upon you,
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and make you believe they do love you so deare,
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When tis to try what they can get on you,
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to feast their chops with Wine and good Cheere,
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On shall be namelesse did serve them all finely,
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for to a Tavern he led them away,
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Cal'd for good Cheere and welcom'd them kindly,
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And left these Lasses the reckoning to pay.
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Have a care, have a care Young men be carefull,
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Maids are too cunning for you nowadayes,
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Some wil be sullen, and some wil be cheerefull,
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some are too nimble, and some have delayes,
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Some Maids are wanton, and some Maids are civil
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but il'e chuse a Maid that means honest and plain
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For som are to cunning I think for the Devil,
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But il'e love that Maid that will love me again.
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She that loves truly be sure will nere leav theee
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but faithfull and constant will alwayes remaine.
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And of thy Estate she'l never deceive thee,
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but give thee good counsel the same to maintain,
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Shee'l nere put you off with so many denyals,
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as some their be that delights in that straine,
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To wast your means and your time upon trialls;
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But if you love her she'l love you againe.
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You Young-men al I have sent you a Fairing
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they that are honest hearts beare it away,
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And for to give it your loves be not sparing,
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for tis good counsell and truth I dare say,
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Young-men be carefull but be not deceitfull,
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let not your sweet-hearts have cause to complain
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If they prove constant then prove not ungrateful,
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But if they love you then love them again.
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