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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="450" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 20 -->
<HEAD>The witty VVe&s;terne La&s;&s;e: <HI>OR,</HI></HEAD>
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<L>You Maids, that with your friends whole nights have &s;pent,</L>
<L>Beware back-fallings, for feare of the event.</L>
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<OPENER><HI>To a new tune, called the <HI>Begger Boy.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>SW&eacute;et <HI>Lucina</HI> lend me thy aid,</L>
<L>thou art my helper and no other,</L>
<L>Pitty the &s;tate of a T&eacute;eming Maid,</L>
<L>that never was Wife, yet mu&s;t be a Mother:</L>
<L>By my pre&s;age it &s;hould be a Boy,</L>
<L>that thus lyes tumbling in my belly,</L>
<L>Y&eacute;eld me &s;ome ea&s;e to cure my annoy,</L>
<L>and lift to the griefe I now &s;hall tell ye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I was beloued every where,</L>
<L>and much admired for my beauty,</L>
<L>Young men though<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> they happy were,</L>
<L>who be&s;t to me could &s;hew their duty:</L>
<L>But now alack, paind in my back,</L>
<L>and cruell gripings in my belly,</L>
<L>Doe force me to cry, O &s;ick am I,</L>
<L>I feare I &s;hall die, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In&s;tead of mirth now may I w&eacute;epe,</L>
<L>and &s;adly for to &s;it lamenting,</L>
<L>Since he I loued, no faith doth k&eacute;epe,</L>
<L>nor &s;&eacute;ekes no meanes for my contenting:</L>
<L>But all regardle&s;&s;e of my mone,</L>
<L>or that lies tumbling in my belly,</L>
<L>He into <HI>Sweathland</HI> now is gone,</L>
<L>and left me to cry, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It doth the Prouerbe verifie,</L>
<L>folly it were to complaine me,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that de&s;ired my company,</L>
<L>&s;cornfully they now they di&s;daine me:</L>
<L>Wanting his &s;ight, was my delight,</L>
<L>and cruell gripings in my belly,</L>
<L>Doe force me to cry, O &s;ick am I,</L>
<L>I feare I &s;hall die, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus am I to the World a &s;corne,</L>
<L>my deare&s;t friends will not come nigh me:</L>
<L>Shall I then for his ab&s;ence mourne,</L>
<L>that for his deare&s;t doth deny me?</L>
<L>No, no, no, I will not doe &s;o,</L>
<L>with patience I my griefe will &s;mother,</L>
<L>And as he hath coozened me,</L>
<L>&s;o will I by cunning gull another.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Incontinent to <HI>Troynovant,</HI></L>
<L>for my content Ile thither hie me,</L>
<L>Where priuately, from company,</L>
<L>ob&s;curely Ile lye, where none &s;hall de&s;cry me:</L>
<L>And when I am ea&s;ed of my paine,</L>
<L>and cruell gripings in my belly,</L>
<L>I for a Maid will pa&s;&s;e againe,</L>
<L>and n&eacute;ed not to cry, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="451" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 20 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>SOme Trade&s;-man there I will deceiue,</L>
<L>by my mode&s;ty and carriage,</L>
<L>And I will &s;o my &s;elfe behaue,</L>
<L>as by &s;ome trick to get a Marriage:</L>
<L>And when I am married, I will &s;o carry it,</L>
<L>as none &s;hall know it by my belly,</L>
<L>That euer I haue formerly</L>
<L>had cau&s;e to cry, alack, and welly.</L>
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<L>And if he be a Husband kind,</L>
<L>Ile true and con&s;tant be vnto him:</L>
<L>Obedient &s;till he &s;hall me find,</L>
<L>with good re&s;pect Ile duty owe him:</L>
<L>But if he crabbed be, and cro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>and ba&s;ely beat me, back and belly,</L>
<L>As <HI>Vulcans</HI> Knight, Ile fit him right,</L>
<L>and &s;corne to cry, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A &s;ecret friend Ile k&eacute;epe in &s;tore,</L>
<L>for my content and delectation,</L>
<L>And now and then in the Taverne rore,</L>
<L>with jouiall Gallants, men of fa&s;hion:</L>
<L>Sacke, or Claret, I will call for it,</L>
<L>Ile &s;corne to want, or pinch my belly,</L>
<L>But merry will be in company,</L>
<L>no more I will cry, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And if I cannot to my mind</L>
<L>a Hu&s;band get, that will maintaine me,</L>
<L>Ile &s;hew my &s;elfe to each man kind,</L>
<L>in hope, that it &s;ome love will gaine me:</L>
<L>But yet &s;o warie I will be,</L>
<L>Ile &s;hun from ought may wrong my belly,</L>
<L>Through mi&s;ery, to cau&s;e me cry,</L>
<L>as formerly, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Had he I lov'd, but con&s;tant prou'd,</L>
<L>and not haue b&eacute;ene to me deceitfull,</L>
<L>No &s;ubtill <HI>Sinon</HI> &s;hould haue mou'd</L>
<L>me to the&s;e odious cour&s;es hatefull:</L>
<L>But &s;ince that he proues fal&s;e to me,</L>
<L>not pittying that is in my belly,</L>
<L>No more I will grieu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">, but merry will be,</L>
<L>and cry no more, alack, and welly.</L>
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<LG>
<L>With re&s;olution firmely bent,</L>
<L>Ile ca&s;t off care and melancholly,</L>
<L>Sorrow and griefe, and di&s;content:</L>
<L>to fret, and vexe, it is but a folly,</L>
<L>Or &s;&eacute;eke by woe to ouerthrow,</L>
<L>or wrong the fir&s;t fruits of my belly:</L>
<L>No, no, no, no, Ile not doe &s;o,</L>
<L>no more will I cry, alack, and welly.</L>
</LG>
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<SIGNED>Robert Guy.</SIGNED>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London for I.W.</P>
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