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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080845.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Dub'd Knight Of the Forked Order.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>OR,</L>
<L>The old wanton Lady as I will recite,</L>
<L>And Son John the serving-Man her hearts delight,</L>
<L>Their doings and actions, if you will attend,</L>
<L>In Meeter, they are by a Poet Pen'd.</L>
<L>The &s;ubtilty of women either old or young,</L>
<L>And what cunning excu&s;es they have with their tongue,</L>
<L>That will play with their Husbands and laugh them to &s;corn,</L>
<L>Stroke up there brows, and there place a horn.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>The Tune is, I am fallen away.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>TWas a Lady born</L>
<L>of high degr&eacute;e,</L>
<L>In her aged days</L>
<L>was youthful, yet &s;he,</L>
<L>So youthful was</L>
<L>at thr&eacute;e&s;core years old,</L>
<L>A young Man &s;he e&s;t&eacute;emed</L>
<L>more pretious then Gold:</L>
<L><HI>So old, &s;o old,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;o wondrous old,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till three&s;core years and ten</HI></L>
<L><HI>Old women are willing</HI></L>
<L><HI>to play with young Men.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Lady one day</L>
<L>in her Parlor did walk,</L>
<L>Vnto her head-&s;erving-man</L>
<L>&s;he began to talk,</L>
<L>She told him his feature</L>
<L>was comely and rare,</L>
<L>Few men that &s;he lookt on</L>
<L>might with him compare,</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Lilly-white hand</L>
<L>fair face and a no&s;e</L>
<L>Hair cri&s;ping and curled</L>
<L>his breath like a Ro&s;e</L>
<L>Streight leg and a foot</L>
<L>and his body tall,</L>
<L>But that in the middle</L>
<L>is the rare&s;t of all,</L>
<L><HI>So old &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Madam he &s;aid,</L>
<L>as I am alive,</L>
<L>Vnto an antient Lady</L>
<L>'tis a pre&s;ent revive:</L>
<L>It will make them merry</L>
<L>either at night or by day,</L>
<L>And clear every Vain</L>
<L>like the dew of <HI>May.</HI></L>
<L><HI>So old, &s;o old,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;o wondrous old,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till three&s;core years and ten,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Old women are willing</HI></L>
<L><HI>to play with young Men.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P><FIGURE>
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<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>THen note what I &s;ay</L>
<L>and obey my command,</L>
<L>For I'le make u&s;e of th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>now &s;traight out of hand,</L>
<L>The bargain was made</L>
<L>unto their own Will,</L>
<L>The Serving-man had</L>
<L>and the Lady her fill:</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the Iig was ended,</L>
<L>the Lady threw down,</L>
<L>Vnto her good Serving-man,</L>
<L>&s;even&s;core pound:</L>
<L>She gave this Gold freely,</L>
<L>his courage to maintain,</L>
<L>That he will but Ride</L>
<L>in the Saddle again:</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then the wanton Lady</L>
<L>to her Knight &s;he did hye,</L>
<L>And like to <HI>Ameretrix</HI></L>
<L>&s;he did reply,</L>
<L>That &s;he was much alter'd,</L>
<L>and &s;he had caught harm,</L>
<L>Why then quoth the Knight;</L>
<L>Lady keep thy &s;elf warm;</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'le &s;end for a Doctor</L>
<L>the grief for to find,</L>
<L>For to ea&s;e thy body,</L>
<L>and troubles mind;</L>
<L>I will have no Doctor</L>
<L>my grief for to ea&s;e,</L>
<L>But only one Man</L>
<L>&s;w&eacute;et-heart if you plea&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let me &s;ee this Arti&s;t,</L>
<L>the Knight did reply,</L>
<L>O quoth the Lady,</L>
<L>loe here he &s;tands by;</L>
<L>That can give me cure</L>
<L>with a Syrup that he,</L>
<L>Brought front the <HI>Venetian</HI></L>
<L>and from <HI>Italy;</HI></L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How came you acquainted</L>
<L>with your Mans rarity?</L>
<L>Sir, in a &s;ad pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>being ready to dye,</L>
<L>I dream'd that his judgement</L>
<L>was right I do find,</L>
<L>And his phy&s;ick was health|ful</L>
<L>to old Woman kind.</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And if by the vertue</L>
<L>thou plea&s;ure do find,</L>
<L>I doubt then by <HI>Venus</HI></L>
<L>that I am made blind,</L>
<L>I dream'd I was hunting</L>
<L>and plea&s;ure did &s;ee,</L>
<L>But a vi&s;ion mine eyes</L>
<L>much troubleth me,</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The D&eacute;er did run &s;wiftly,</L>
<L>and Hounds after rang'd</L>
<L>And I like <HI>Action</HI></L>
<L>mo&s;t &s;trangely was chang'd</L>
<L>I though that my lower part</L>
<L>&s;&eacute;em'd like a Man.</L>
<L>My head like a Buck,</L>
<L>and Horns like a Ram,</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And riding on &s;wiftly,</L>
<L>&s;weet plea&s;ure to find,</L>
<L>An Oke bur&s;t my horns</L>
<L>&amp; his blood made me blind,</L>
<L>The Hunt&s;man did hollow,</L>
<L>and great &s;houts did make,</L>
<L>and forth of my dream,</L>
<L>I &s;trait did awake:</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I told my fair Lady</L>
<L>of my dream &s;o &s;trange,</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he 'tis the better</L>
<L>when thy Life doth change;</L>
<L>For the Forked Order</L>
<L>the evil doth expel,</L>
<L>And being a dub'd Knight,</L>
<L>thou nead'&s;t not fear Hell.</L>
<L><HI>So old, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From the Poor to the Rich,</L>
<L>even to the Ladies Gay,</L>
<L>Young Women are wanton</L>
<L>old Women will play:</L>
<L>And mumble their Husbands</L>
<L>and j&eacute;er them to &s;corn,</L>
<L>And point them a Breaker</L>
<L>and give them a Horn:</L>
<L><HI>So old, &s;o old.</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;o wonderous old,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till three&s;core years and ten,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Old Women are willing</HI></L>
<L><HI>to play with young Men.</HI></L>
<L><HI>By</HI> Abraham Miles.</L>
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<P>Printed for W. Whitwood at the Golden Bell at Duck-Lane end in We&s;t-&s;mith-field.</P>
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