Beauties Warningpiece
OR,
ADVICE to the FAIR[.]
You that are fairer than the rest
And count yourselves with beauty blest
Observe this as a certainty,
That young, and old, and all must d[ie]
Let me entreat you to prevent
Your grief and care, lest you lament
Tune of, Yo, ho, ho.
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IN Cambridge lives a Maiden fair,
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With her there's few that can compare:
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I her love did seek too long,
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But she requited me with wrong;
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Then welcome grief, and care, and woe,
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Lingring is loves overthrow.
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As in the Town I walk'd one night
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The twinkling Stars did shine most bright
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Pittying of my Loves distress,
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Whom nature did with beauty bless:
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Then welcome grief, and care, and woe,
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Lingring is Loves overthrow.
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Boldly I drew the Curtains by,
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Where charming beauty pierc'd mine ey[e]
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I should delight I do protest,
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To entertain so sweet a guest:
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Then welcome grief, and care, and [woe,]
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Lingring is loves overthrow.
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I folded down the Milk-white sheet
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For to behold her lovely feet;
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Her fingers that were long and small
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Were made of purest mold withal:
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Then welcome grief, and care, and w[oe,]
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Lingring is loves overthrow.
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But fair one know your glass is run,
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Your time is short, your Thread is spun;
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Your spotted face, and rare attire
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Is fuell for eternal fire:
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And now begins your care and woe,
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Pride is Beauty's overthrow.
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Mistake me not Death, I am young;
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Come not so soon to do me wrong;
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Take another and set me free,
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She may serve as well as me:
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Too soon begins my care and woe,
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Pride is Beauties overthrow.
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Take pitty on my roling eye,
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And count me yet too young to dye;
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Oh grant to me some longer time,
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And cut me not off in my prime:
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Too soon begins my care and woe,
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Pride is Beauties overthrow.
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The Roses and the Lillies fair
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That in my cheeks now painted are,
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Methinks might so much pitty move,
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And for to make thee kinder prove:
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Too soon begins my care and woe,
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Pride is Beauties overthrow.
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Thus with her fainting murmuring breath
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In vain she courts none-sparing death;
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While these entreaties he mislikes,
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And fiercely at her beauty strikes:
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Too soon began her care and woe,
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Pride was beauty's overthrow.
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Panting with Deaths all-killing dart,
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She did resign her bleeding heart,
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And pale as Ashes down she fell,
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Whose beauty lately did excell:
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Thus ended all her care and woe,
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Pride was Beauty's overthrow.
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You that are made of beauties mould,
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When in a glass you do behold
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Your lovely features; think on't, then
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You must to Dust return agen:
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Take heed of grief, and care, an[d] woe,
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For Pride will work loves overthrow.
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Prepare for Death soon as you can,
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For life is only like a span,
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Though nature hath you fair ones made,
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Know that your beauties once must fade.
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Timely prevent your care and woe,
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For death will work your overthrow.
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