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# Pride and vanity of young women/The Pride and Vanity of Young Women

The Pride and Vanity of Young Women.
COme all you young men I pray you attend, Unto the few verses which here I have penn’d, Concerning young women wherever they go, With their new fashion dresses they make a fine show.
Therefore I’ll begin at the crown of their head, And speak of the habits which they wear indeed, The better sort goes with their necks almost bare, Yet they are right costly in dressing their hair.
They plate up their hair and gives it a set, With near by a hand-breadth of miniken net, Which is fit for nothing but fancy to please, Or to set in a window for catching of flies.
They must have fine ribbons their heads for to tye, With top-knots and lug-knots to glitter and fly, With rings and side ruffles so wondrous queer, They cock up their heads like a high bridled mare.
They must have their stays to lace them about, Tho’ they were but rushes well shew’d in a clout, And some stuft with fegs, a fluff that’s right frail, And some sews hemp in an old dyed sark tail.
And them that has money they have a good hap, For they’ll have a bonnet or else a black cap, They look as high minded with pride and disdain, As a toad when he’s sitting below a big stane.
With their famous cloke stocking and fine leather shoon, And white metal buckles that glances therein, With pretty silk garters tyed below their knee. Their coats they will kilt that the lads may them see.
And if a hail coat they chance for to have, They’ll let it hing down to cover the lave, And when a new gown they chance for to get, It covers, the fault of the old ragget set.
​All modest women these dresses they scorn, Wherewith these gaukies themselves do adorn, Which is nothing else but the simptoms of pride, Or else for the fashion to co’er their din hyde.
The lads when they see them in markets so fine, He thinks with himself if this lass were but mine, No fear of riches and gold in great store, A well mounted lass, and what would he have more.
But mark and you’ll see how the tocher is paid, When he gets the first night of his beautiful bride, Next morning the merchants are all at his door, For the braws that the bride wore seven years before.
And thus begins his sad sorrow and wreck, In paying the debt which he ne’er did contract, His prompted up nothing thus did him deceive, And led him to ruin like old mother Eve.
A woman that’s modest I duly will prize, For she shines more bright than the stars in the skies, While by a lew’d woman you may see indeed, How a man he is brought to a morsal of bread.
But that if you be for a virtuous wife, To yield you the pleasure and comfort of life, Take one that her mother has learned right well, To card a few rowands and spin at her wheel.
A well tempered lass that can sew and knit, And order her business as she thinks fit, Wears no out-landish dress without nor within, But only such cloaths as her mother did spin.
For these giglet gaukies as here you may see, They are good for nothing but pleasing the eye, And bringing a man to sorrow and strife, They’re fitter for misses than to be a wife.
# Pride and vanity of young women/The Kent-shire Tragedy

The KENT-SHIRE TRAGEDY.
A Lady lov’d a gallant sailor, and she ador’d him as her life, ​With solemn vows and faithful tokens, she promised to be his wife.
But cruel parents, and deep at variance, to think she lov’d the young man so, By the hard hearted, they soon were parted, which was the cause of their overthrow.
To the Indies then this handsome young man, was forc’d to quite the British shore, For many a day, as I heard say, but he never saw his true love more.
In deep distraction this comely lady, to Bedlam then she was confin’d, Crying death come ease me, since grief has seiz’d me, Oh! what can ease a sad troubled mind.
O! what shall I do, or what shall I say, or what shall I do since my love is gone, From Carolina to Pensylvania, I’ll search the Indians round and round.
On board I’ll enter, my life to venture, for the young man whom I adore, From Pensylvania to Carolina, I’ll search the Indians round and round.
Like one in battle my chains does rattle, here in Bedlam where I ly; My heart’s a breaking, since I’m forsaken, and all by parents cruelty.
O what care I for gold and silver! for rubies, pearls or precious stone, Or what care I for worldly treasure, since my true love is from me gone.
Like a malefactor in grief I rapture, or like a convict in revenge, Alas! fond love has bound me faster, than all the strength of your bedlam chains.
To fate resigned, I’m here confined, into this dungeon where I ly; ​Why was I born, to be forlorn, under ⟨the⟩ frowns of tyranny.
O Bedlam’s porter, be my comforter, and from this dungeon set me free, Or bring me to my dearest jewel, that I once more his face may see.
In deep despair, this lady fair, in Bedlam died as I heard say, On that very night her faithful lover, in biscay-bay was cast away.
With lamentation and great vexation, her mother cry’d my child is dead, I’ve prov’d her ruin and sad undoing, this day her blood lies on my head.
Is gold and grandeur such an honour, that is my piece of mind destroys, True love I find it is much better, than any of such empty toys.
My wit is cracked, with grief distracted, my mind rune like the raging waves,
When I think on these loyal lovers, who now lie in their silent graves.
# Pride and vanity of young women/The Lass with the Delicate Air

The LASS with the Delicate Air.
YOung Molly that lives at the foot of a hill, Whose fame every virgin with envy does fill, Of beauty is blest of so ample a share, That men call her the lass with the delicate air, with the delicate air, That men call her the lass with the delicate air.
One morning last May I traversed the grove, In thoughtless retirement not dreaming of love, There I chanced to spy the dear nymph I declare, And really she’d got a most delicate air, Most delicate air, &c.
​By a murmuring brook, ne’er a green mossy bed, A chaplet composing the fair one was laid, Surpriz’d and transported, I could not forbear, With rapture to gaze on her delicate air, On her delicate air, &c.
That moment young Cupid had fastened his dart, And pierc’d without pity my innocent heart, From thence how to gain the maid was my care, For really she’d got a most delicate air, Most delicate air, &c.
When she saw me she blush’d, & said I was rude, And begg’d of all things that I would not intrude, I told her I could not tell how I came there, But laid all the blame on her delicate air, On her delicate air, &c.
I said her heart was the prize I fought to obtain, And begg’d she would give it to ease my sad pain, She neither rejected nor granted my prayer, But fir’d all my heart with her delicate air, With her delicate air, &c.
A thousand times since I’ve repeated my suit, And still the tormentor effects to be mute, Come tell me ye swains who have conquer’d the fair, How to win the dear lass with the delicate air, With the delicate air, How to win the dear lass with the delicate air.
# Pride and vanity of young women/The Boatswain of Dover

The BOATSWAIN of DOVER.
THere was a bold Boatswain in Dover did dwell, And he had a wife, whom a taylor lov’d well, For he was no sooner gone out of the way, But a frolick the wife with the taylor would play.
It happen’d one night as she walk’d thro’ the street,
Her true love the taylor she chanced to meet, My husband’s gone on board with the rest of his crew, So my dear I will have a frolick with you.
​It happen’d one morning about one o’clock, The boatswain her hulband came home, & did knock, Which frighten’d them both quit out of their sleep, And he cries, loving woman, O! where shall I creep.
As they were pausing and pondering in bed, A comical project came into her head, There is a chest of my husband’s she cry’d, Wherein you may get and most cunningly hide.
Then in it she tumbled him with his hat, wig, & hose, And in it she fumbled the rest of his cloaths, She locked him down, and she bid him lay still, And said you’re as safe as a thief in a mill.
Then down stairs she went for to open the door, Where she spy’d the bold boatfwain, & two or three more. She straight did salute him & gave him a kiss, And cry’d, loving husband, what’s the meaning of this.
My dear I’m not come to deprive you of rest, But my dear loving wife, I must needs have my chest, For we are going to sea with a prosperous gale, Our anchor is weigh’d and our ship under sail.
When that poor Dicky this sad news did hear, He was sorely beshit, and lay stinking for fear, Have mercy dear woman, and shew some regard, Or they’ll break all my bones and cut off my yard.
And if they do that I’m ruin’d, he said, For I get more by it than I do by my trade. Then up stairs two seaman so stout and so strong, They whipt up the chest and carried it along.
They had not carried it quit out of the town, But the weight of the chest made the sweet to run down, They set the chest down themselves for to rest, Say’s one to the other the De’il’s in the chest.
There was neither of them the chest could unlock, Then came the bold boatswain and gave it a knock, He unlocked the chest in the view of them all, He look’d like a hog in a cobler’s stall.
​O now my brave fellow, how came you here? I fear you have cuckold, me head over ear, So we’ll press this bold fellow and send him to sea, He shall ne’er stay at home to make a cuckold of me.
# Pride and vanity of young women/Bold Robin Hood

BOLD ROBIN HOOD.
To its own proper Tune.
AS blithe as a linnet sings in the green wood, so blith we’ll wake the morn, And through the wide forest of merry Sherwood, we’ll wind the bugle horn.
The Sheriff attempts to take bold Robin Hood, bold Robin disdains to fly, Let them come when they will to merry Sherwood, we’ll conquer boys or die.
Our hearts are stout, and our bows are good, and as well their masters know, They’re cut in the forest of merry Sherwood, and never spares a foe.
Oar arrows shall drink of the fallow deer’s blood, we’ll hunt them all over the plain, And through the wide forest of merry Sherwood, no shaft shall e’er fly in vain.
Brave Scarlet and John who never subdu’d, give each his hand so bold, We’ll range round the forest of merry Sherwood, what says my hearts of gold?
FINIS.
# Two contented cuckolds, or, Tit for tat/The two Contented CUCKOLDS; Or, TIT for TAT

The two Contented CUCKOLDS;
Or, TIT for TAT.
DRaw near a while till I relate, A trick was play'd at Chestergate, Which I think fit to declarate, Come listen to my rhime, boys; It's of two neighbours and their wives, That led exceeding wanton lives, And they did kiss each others wives, Perhaps many a time, boys.
Says one unto his lovely bride, I must go take a journey's ride, May the heavens be your guide, They kissed each other and parted. When he was gone, his rival came, And they began their sporting game, And was not she a dainty dame, That was so merry hearted.
Her husband did not long detain, But shortly he return'd again, His labour was not lost in vain, He catch'd them at their pleasure; At the door he did rap and bawl, She seemed to take no heed at all, Tho' she knew him at his first-call, Which grieved her beyond measure.
​He says my dear, Where shall I run?
She said, I'll hide you if I can,
My husband he will curse and ban,
But first he'll have you taken';
So run into the cupboard fast,
And do not let a moment pass,
I dare not stay, he calls in haste,
His noise will keep you 'wake love.
O then she run unto the door,
You're welcome husband o'er and o'er,
The only man I do adore,
My joy and only honey;
Since it fell out and happened so,
That 'gainst my perſuasions you did go,
You're welcomer to my heart you know,
Than either gold or money.
Well, go and call your neighbour down,
I do not care if I spend a crown,
On the best liquor in the town,
To drive away all sorrow.
My dear, your neighbour's not at home.
If he be'nt himself, his wife must come,
There's nothing here that can be done,
Unless we lend and borrow.
He sent his wife out for some ale,
He to the trade of kissing fell,
He to the trade of kissing fell,
You'd laugh'd had you been there boys:
He brought her to the cupboard door,
There he kissed her o'er and o'er,
​Which grieved her husband's heartfull ſore
But durst not draw his rapier.
Its oh! my forehead how it achs, Plague on this cupboard, how it shakes, But woe be to the first that speaks, Until my game is over: The other cuckold in the cupboard stood, Not daring for to speak a word, Until the horns sprung from his head, He wished he'd ne'er been born.
His wife returned with the cast, Says he, My dear, are ye come at last? My darling wife, Are ye come at last? Or did you wait for the brewing? Fill us a glass, and let us drink, But little did she ever think, That any man could smile or wink, At what she had been doing.
I must unto the cupboard go, Pray, must you husband, must you so, I've lost the key, where, I don't know, Therefore you cannot enter; But by some means he opened it, Where he found his neighbour fit, Walk out my friend if you think fits But pray how did you enter.
O pardon, pardon, I do crave; Its pardon, pardon, you shall have, Altho' to me you proved a knave, It was but out of humour:
​Butthe devil a pin I matter that,
Since I well paid you tit for tat, Therefore sit down, put on your hat, I've done as much for you Sir.
# Two contented cuckolds, or, Tit for tat/A New Love Song

A NEW LOVE SONG.
Down by yon shadow'd grove, One day I chanc'd to rove, Where the fields & the meadows look gay, I spy'd a lovely maid, She has my heart betray'd, And she's caus'd me a while for to stay.
Her cheeks they are like roses, Her eyes are as black as floes, Her skin is far whiter than the snow, She is a lovely maid, She has my heart betray'd, And the more of her mind I will know.
I said my own sweet heart, My jewel that thou art, I have set my affection on thee, Thou set my heart on fire, It's all that I desire, My true love in constancy to be.
It is for you alone, That here I sigh and moan, For true love will never decay, Sweetheart you know my mind, I hope you will prove kind, Though my dwelling it lies far away.
​There is some of your friends,
They think I have no means, O they hate me because I am poor, If I had great store of coin, All your friends would me join, They would make up all matters therefore.
Like David and his clan, Banish'd from his native land, Like Lazarus.I am hated too, Which caused me to weep, Ev'ry night when I should sleep, O my darling still thinking on thee.
# Two contented cuckolds, or, Tit for tat/Robin A'Boon

ROBIN A'BOON.
To its own Proper Tune.
MY name is Robin A'boon, my age it is twenty and four, I married last midsummer morn, for the sake of a plentiful store: My wife she's decripped and old, and scarce has an eye for to fee, But I knew he had plenty of gold, or thed—l should have had her for me.
Though I be young, brawny and fat, and Dolly my coinical bride, Her locks are as grey as a rat, and her nose it stands all on one side. I stroak her old cheeks with my hand, in few words we did agree,
​My wife had abundance of gold,
or the d—l should have had her for me.
The very first visit I paid, She gave me a delicate ring, So lovely as we did agree, oh, then she began for to sing, She pray'd for my prosp'rous health, so lovely as we did agree, At first she shew'd me her wealth, or thed—I should have had her for me.
She promis'd to make me a lord, of every penny she had, So lovely as we did accord, all people did think me mad; But the ends of my fingers did itch, to handle the gold I did see, I knew very well she was rich, or the d—l should have had her for me.
Her stumps they are rotten and black, for teeth she has none in her head, And with a great hump on her back, she waddel'd away to be wed. I laught at the comical fight, to think that we wedded must be, For if that she had not been rich, the d—l should have had her for me.
I keep both my hawks and my hounds, and ofter a hunting I go, Sometimes upon other foiks grounds, I catch a young coney or so,
​Of which I am wondrous proud,
my wife to the same did agree, And if liberty was not allow'd, the d—l should have had her for me.
Oft-times have I crossed the seas, where thundering cannons do roar, But now I do live at my ease, drinks humming good liquor galore; I'll cast off my tarpouling rags, and on with some clothes that are free, My wife had abundance of bags, or the d—l should have had her for me.
Her husband when he was alive, he liv'd upon uſury then, He made it his trade to contrive, to cheat and defraud poor men, But now he is laid in the dust, and I am her young husband to be, She shew'd me her riches at first, or the d-I might have had her for me.
Old wives love men that are young, young men love money like wife, Court them with a flattering tongue, and soon they'll surrender the prize. Since it has been my prosperous lot, I with her no more of ill, I have gotten all that she had, let her die as soon as the will.
F Ι Ν Ι S.
# Select songs (1)

Select Songs.
This is no my ain Lassie.
Wilt thou be my Dearie.
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks.
On the Seas and far away.
O let me in this a'e Night.
And the Answer.
DUMFRIES:
Printed for the Booksellers.
* This is No My Ain Lassie
* Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?
* Lassie Wi' the Lint White Locks
* On the Seas and Far Away
* O Let Me in This A'e Night
* Her Answer
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# Select songs (1)/This is No My Ain Lassie

THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE’.
chorus.
O this is no my ain lassie, Fair tho’ the lassie be: O weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e’e.
I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi’ the fairest place: It wants, to me, the witching grace, The kind love that's in her e’e. O this is no, &c.
She’s bonnie, blooming, straight and tal(illegible text) And lang has had my heart in thrall; And ay it charms my very saul, The kind love that’s in her e’e. O this is no, &c.
A theif sae pawkie is my Jean, To steal a blink by a’ unseen ; But gleg as light are lovers' een, When kind love is in the e’e. O this is no, &c.
​It may escape the courtly sparks, It may escape the learned clerks; But weel the watching lover marks The kind love that’s in her e’e. O this is no, &c.
# Select songs (1)/Lassie Wi' the Lint White Locks

LASSIE WI' THE LINT WHITE LOCKS.
chorus.
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonnie lassie, artles lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my dearie O?
Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a' is young and sweet like thee; O wilt thou share it’s joys wi' me, And say thoul't be my dearie O? Lassie wi’, &c.
And when the welcome simmer-shower, Has cheer’d ilk drooping little flower, We’ll to the breathing woodbine bower. At sultry noon, my dearie O, Lassie wi’, &c.
When Cynthia lights, wi’ silver ray, The weary shearer’s hameward way; Thro’ yellow waving fields we’ll stray And talk o’ love, my dearie O. Lassie wi’, &c.
​And when the howling wintry blast. disturbs my lassie’s midnight rest; (illegible text)nclasped to my faithfu’ breast, I'll comfort thee, my dearie O. Lassie wi', &c.
# Select songs (1)/Her Answer

HER ANSWER.
O tell na me o’ wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi’ cauld disdain! ​Gae back the gait ye cam again, I winna let ye in, jo.
chorus. I tell you now this ae night. This ae, ae, ae night; And ance for a’ this ae night, I winna let ye in, jo.
The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pour Is nocht to what poor she endures, That’s trusted faithless man, jo. I tell you now, &c.
The sweetest flower that deck’d the mead, Now trodden like the vilest weed; Let simple maid the lesson read, The weird may be her ain, jo. I tell thee now, &c.
The bird that charm’d his summer-day Is now the cruel fowler’s prey; Let witless, trusting, woman say How aft her fate’s the same, jo, I tell thee now, &c.
# Characteristicks of Men, Manners, Opinions, Times

Characteristicks
OF
Men, Manners, Opinions, Times.
In THREE VOLUMES.
By the Right Honourable ANTHONY, Earl of Shaftesbury.
The Fifth Edition.
BIRMINGHAM:
Printed by John Baskerville M.DCC.LXXIII.
VOL. I.
VOL. II.
VOL. III.
PREFACE.
IF the Author of these united Tracts had been any Friend to Prefaces, he wou'd probably have made his Entrance after that manner, in one or other of the Five Treatise formerly publish'd apart. But as to all Prefatory or Dedicatory Discourse, he has told us his Mind sufficiently, in that Treatise which he calls Soliloquy. Being satisfy'd however, that there are many Persons who esteem these Introductory Pieces as very essential in the Constitution of a Work; he has thought fit, in behalf of his honest ​Printer, to substitute these Lines under the Title of a Preface; and to declare, "That (according to his best Judgment and Authority) these Presents ought to pass, and be receiv'd, constru'd, and taken, as satisfactory in full, for all Preliminary Composition, Dedication, direct or indirect Application for Favour to the Publick, or to any private Patron, or Party whatsoever: Nothing to the contrary appearing to him, from the side of Truth, or Reason". Witness his Hand, this Fifth Day of December, 1710.
A.A.C.A.N.A.Æ. C.M.D.C.L.X.X.J.
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Wat'ry god (1)

Τ H E
Wat'ry God.
To which are added,
HIGH JENNY HIGH. THE COLD WINTER NIGHT. The YOUNG MAN'S PETITION. THE NYMPH'S REPLY.
G L A S G O W, Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, 1799.
* The Wat'ry God
* High Jenny High
* The Cold Winter Night
* The Young Man's Petition
* The Nymph's Reply
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# Wat'ry god (1)/The Wat'ry God

THE WAT'RY GOD.
THE wat'ry God, great Neptune lay, In dalliance ſoft and am'rous play, On Amphitrite's ſoft breaſt; When uproar rear'd its horrid head, The Tritons ſhrunk, the Nereiads fled, And all their fears confeſt.
Loud thunder ſhook the vaſt domain, The liquid world was wrapt in flame, The God amazed ſpoke! Ye winds go forth and make it known, Who dares to ſhake my coral throne, And fill my realm with ſmoke?
The winds obſequious at his word, Sprung ſtrongly up to obey their Lord, And ſaw two fleets a-weigh; One victorious-Hawke, was thine, The other Conflans wretched line, In terror and diſmay.
Appall'd they view Breitannia's Sons. Deal Death and Slaughter from their guns, And ſtrike the fatal blow; Which caus'd ill-fated Gallic ſlaves, To find a tomb in briney waves, And ſink to ſhades below;
​With ſpeed they fly and tell their chief, That France was ruin'd, paſt relief, And Hawks triumphant rode; Hawke! cry'd the Fair, Pray what is he, Who dare uſurp his power at ſea, And thus inſult a God?
The Wind reply'd in diſtant lands, There reigns a King who Hawke commands, He ſcorns all foreign force; And when their floating caſtles roll, From ſea to ſea, from pole to pole, Great Hawke directs their courſe.
Or when his winged bullets fly, To puniſh frawd and perfidy, Or ſcourge a guilty land; The gallant Hawke ſerenely great Though death and horror round him wait, Performs his dread command.
Neptune with wonder heard the ſtory, Of Georg's Sway and Britain's Glory, Which time ſhall ne'er ſubdue; Boſcawen's deeds, and Saunder's fame, Join'd with brave Wolfe's immortal name, Then cry'd, Can this be true?
A King! He ſure muſt be a God! Who has ſuch Heroes at his nod, To govern earth and ſea; I yield to Trident and my Crown, A tribute due to ſuch renown, Great George ſhall rule for me.