ADVICE
TO THE
LADIES
OF
GREAT BRITAIN;
A NEW
Court BALLAD.
---Amor Omnibus idem.
OVID
LONDON:
Printed for A Moore, near St. Paul's. M. DCC. XXX.
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To the Tund of,
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To you Fair Ladies now at Land.
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YE Ladies Fair, of Britia[n]s isles,
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In Country, Town, or Court;
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That deal in reciprocal Smiles,
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At Places of Resort:
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Soft Beauteous Dames, when Virtue fails,
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Beware of peeping Abigails. With a Fal la, la.
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When the soft Fire of lawless Love
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Invades a Tender Mind,
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And gives a strange desire to rove,
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For Variety inclin'd;
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Secure yourselves from being undone,
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And Swains from Verdicts of Cri[?] Con. With a Fal la, la.
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While Slaves and Varlets pry about,
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To find out an Amour,
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What each Unworthy Servile Lout
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Ne'er thought to do before:
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But Plac'd i'the Customs and Excise,
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Because they'd neither Ears nor Eyes. With a Fal, la la.
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A C----ntess near Hanover Square,
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Whom I care not to name,
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That for a certain Noble P------r
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She hath an Ardent Fl[a]me
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A Curtain through a Window thrown,
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The Signal sure her E[-]ils from Home. With a Fal, la, la.
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5.
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Sir R---- Business lay aside
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For Half-a dozen Hours
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Leaves Brother C--------- the H--lm to guide,
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And deal with Foreign Powers;
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Devested of his Trusty Jack,
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Slides cross the Park in Curtain'd Hack. With a Fal, la la.
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6.
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When Nation State, and Great Debate,
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Call P[?]------[?] Voice and Power,
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Let no Gr[?]n[?] G[?]d empty Pate
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Dis[t]u[r]b [?] happy Lover.
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My Life, my Soul, could there be Ill
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In making party at Quadrile? With a Fal, la la.
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7.
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Brisk Lady M--r--y trips the Park
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Each Day for Morning Air,
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Attended by her Scarlet spark,
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Kind Guardian of the Fair:
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Her Spouse disturbs not his Repose
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At Honour's Debts, or Pale-fac'd Beaus. With a Fal, la, la
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The Chariot's order'd just at Five
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By T---------n to her Prayers:
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John, where you was last Night, pray drive;
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Don't Babble for your Ears.
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But why should this gay Girl be blam'd,
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When her Mamma can do the same. With a Fal, la, la.
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9.
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Near to N[-]-th------pton's antient Town,
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As Stories do relate,
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There liv'd a Pair whom Hymen crown'd;
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But O! Unhappy Fate!
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The Tenderest Husband now complains,
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True blue hath left the foulest Stains. With a Fal,
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10.
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The Warriour, conscious of his Crime,
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Forsook the Guilty Sheets,
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When Morning coming in its Prime,
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And cowardly retreats;
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Hail, hail, thrice hail, the bottle-Rack,
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When Vengeance peep'd behind his back. With a Fal, la, la
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Polly still wantons in Excess,
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And in her Hero's arms,
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Till in his Eyes her Charms grow less,
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And some new Face alarms,
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For to confound the Joys of Life.
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And make a yet more wretched Wife; With a Fal, la, la
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12.
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One D---------ss Meets, another Parts,
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Oh I sad uncertain State
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Of the most high and Noble Hearts,
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Most miserably Great!
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The Fairest D---------ss in this Land,
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Still mourns her silent S---------d--d. With a Fal,
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C--pe--lla rivals all in Dress,
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At Courtly Shews and balls;
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Her Tissue Rich, and Finest Lace,
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For Admiration calls.
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If once her Rural Mien finds Grace,
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She charms her Consort into Place. With a Fal,
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Psyche at Home's confind to sit,
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Her P---r to entertain,
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At Ombre, Quadrille, or Picquette,
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Late Visits must refrain.
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He ramble will no more astray,
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Nor Odd Sights show to L---y K--y. With a Fal
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L--d Rattle keeps a single brace,
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The more for Mode than Use;
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His Sins have brought him off his Pace,
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A Life ne'er more profuse.
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When Helpmate's Tongue doth fire his Blood,
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Like Chartr--s, swears he'll keep a Stud. With a Fal,
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Fine H-y seeing her Spouse decline,
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Advises Foreign air;
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At Midnight Revels she may shine
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Amongst the Gallant Fair.
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He one Way walks, and she another,
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The' Example of a goodly Mother With a fal,
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Poor Sapphos Tears are quite dryd up
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For her Departed Spouse,
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Of Sorrow's and affl[i]ction's Cup,
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Did heartily Carouse.
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She tire will the greatest Turk,
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The F[?]hes Five cant do her Work. With a fal,
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Though S--r--h stricken much in Years,
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Loves still to hear the Sport,
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And oftentimes falls into Tears,
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For strange Things done at C--rt:
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Of Lady This, and Lady That,
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She'll leave her bags whole Hours to chat. With a Fal
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From wealthy L--strtet and M-rk-l-ne,
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Mark well what I do say;
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Two wanton Dames of buxom Fame,
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In Jewels Rich and Gay,
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Assemble at each Carding-Room,
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Neglecting all thats dear at Home. With a Fal,
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From thence with Ribbons of all Hues,
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To well-known S[-]ff[-]lk-Street,
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That famous Rival of the Stews,
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A Safe and snug Retreat;
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d[?] Husbands may expostulate,
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Till your Repentance comes too late. With a Fal, la, la.
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