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15. Besse Broughton.

16. Jane Selbe.

17. Beunkards.

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Nan: Iames is growne soe

Coy, that no

man can

a barbers boy did cure her

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18. Foulgam 52

(with her

holy father)

19. Dodson.

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endure her;
yett I haue heard some

say,
of a toye.

But with the wicked sire, that yett was neuer thought

on,

by quenching of loues ffire, hath tane away Besse BROUGHTON

one desire.

Its3 ill that simix rydes, Iane selbe doth oppresse her ; with other more besides, vnlesse there were a dresser of their hyds.

Beunkards, how yee speed, tis shrewdly to be ffeared ; yee cannott aske to reade, soe oft you haue beene

seared

ffor the deede.

ffoulgam will appeale, from Cupid, as men gather,
for in her wandring taile, hath beene her holy father;
hees her bayle.

Dodson is not ill, yeett hath shee beene a deale-her; the falt was in his skill, who knew not how to appease

her

with his quill.

Part of the line has been cut away

from the MS. by the binder.-F.

2 One stroke too few in the MS.-F.

3? MS. Itt.-F.

4? MS.: the e is oddly made; it may be Birmkards, the i not dotted.-F.

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her husband saies shee[s] nought, I thinke an honest

woman

by Lewdnesse may be brought, to be like others,

common,

being sought.

Ales Bradshaw is fforgott, the Cittye that ingrost her; 20. Ales but happy is his lott, that neuer did arrest her,

for shee is hott.

Cittye wiues, they say, doe occupye by Charter;
but Cupid grant they may, that ware for-ware the

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But because that some will not allow the order,

to morefeelds see you Come, your Maiour & your

recorder

with a drum.

Bradshaw
(of the city).

City-wives, don't in

dulge.

Ladies, and
Ladies'

women,

I don't name you.

harlots!

Thus farwell, yee whores, yee hackneys & yee harlotts! Farewell but get you to your

come neare my walkes no more,

varletts

as before!

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My hart shall ay disdaine, to thinke of such pore blisses;
my lipps shall eke the same, to touch with breathing

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kisses

yours againe.

Thus here ends my song, made only to be merrye :

If I offend in toung, in hart I shalbe sorry

ffor the wrong. ffinis.

and I hope I don't offend.

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[A leaf is gone here in the MS., containing, among other things perhaps, the beginning of "The Spanish Lady."]

Written at the lower corner: the first words of the next page.--F.

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But yett by prayer & ernest suite

I moued her att the Last;

yett cold I not inioye the ffruite

that hath soe pleasing tast.

but when, but when, that motyon I bewrayd;

shee still this answer said,

"O no! O no! O no! I will dye

ere I loose my maiden-head!"

dreanes in the MS.-F. 2 ninde in the MS.-F.

Fie on dreams!

For when you're in love

you dream strange things.

I lately thought

I was tripping along with my love,

and praying

her to grant me her favors.

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She let me touch her,

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NOW FYE ON DREAMES.

Yett did shee giue me leaue to tuch
her ffoote, her legg, her knee;
a litle ffurther was not much,

they way I went was ffree.

"Offye! O ffye! your are to blame!" shee sayd, "thus to vndoe a maid;

but yett, but yett, the time is so meete,

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Not Ioue himselfe more Iouyall was
when he bright dyana wonn;

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Nor Hercules, that all men did passe,
when hee with distaffe spunn,

then I, then I, all ffeares when I had past,

& scalled the ffort att Last,

& on, & on, & on the same

my signes of victory placet.

But when Aurora, goddesse bright,
appeared ffrom the east,

& Morpheus, that drowsye wight,

withdrawen him to his rest;

O then, O then, my ioyes were altered cleane!
which makes me still Complaine;

ffor I awaked, for I awaked, ffor I awaked; and I

ffo[und]

all this was but a dreame!

ffinis.

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