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<DATE>2008-09-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080826.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD><HI>The Di&s;contented Lady:</HI> A New SONG much in Reque&s;t.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To a New Tune much in Reque&s;t at Court and the Play-Hou&s;e.</OPENER>
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<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>How vile are the &s;ordid Intreagues of the Town,</L>
<L>cheating and lying perpetually &s;way,</L>
<L>From the blue cap to the politick gown,</L>
<L>a plotting and &s;otting they wa&s;t the day;</L>
<L>All their Di&s;cour&s;e is of Foreign Affairs,</L>
<L>The French and the Wars</L>
<L>Is always their Cry;</L>
<L>Marriage alas! is declining,</L>
<L>And I a poor Virgin lye pining,</L>
<L>a Cur&s;e of their Jarring, what Luck have I.</L>
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<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>I thought a young Trader by ogling Charms,</L>
<L>into my Conjugal Fetters to bring.</L>
<L>I planted my &s;nare too, for one that lov'd Arms,</L>
<L>but found his De&s;ign was another thing.</L>
<L>From the Court Province down to the dull Cits,</L>
<L>Both Cullies and Wits,</L>
<L>Of Marriage are &s;hye;</L>
<L>Great are the Sins of the Nation,</L>
<L>A Shame of the wretched Occa&s;ion,</L>
<L>a cur&s;e of the Mon&s;ieurs, what Luck have I.</L>
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<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>A Coun&s;ellor promis'd to give me a Fee,</L>
<L>and &s;wore&verbar;he would make me a Lady of Sport</L>
<L>But I was re&s;olv'd not a Harlot to be,</L>
<L>if he could have made me La&s;s of the Court.</L>
<L>When that he &s;aw how I was inclin'd,</L>
<L>And what I de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>He made me&verbar;Reply,</L>
<L>Virgins alas! are too cruel,</L>
<L>Oh! be kind to me, my dear Jewel,</L>
<L>a cur&s;e of your whining I then did cry.</L>
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<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The next a young Seaman, of Honour and Fame,</L>
<L>he daily contrived my Love for to win;</L>
<L>And &s;wore if he could but my Favour obtain,</L>
<L>great Trea&s;ure &amp; Riches unto me he'd bring:</L>
<L>But when he &s;aw that I would not yield,</L>
<L>Unto him the Field,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s he would wed;</L>
<L>He &s;tood like a Man was inchanted,</L>
<L>Sure never was Seaman &s;o daunted,</L>
<L>becau&s;e I refus'd him my Maiden-head.</L>
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<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Of late a young Scholar from <HI>Oxford</HI> did come,</L>
<L>whom for a Husband I thought to intrap;</L>
<L>But I did find him too hard to be won,</L>
<L>which makes me complain at my cruel mi&s;|hap:</L>
<L>All Men alike of Marriage are &s;hye,</L>
<L>Which makes me to cry,</L>
<L>A Shame of them all!</L>
<L>Thus to leave Wedlock declining,</L>
<L>And I a poor Virgin lye pining;</L>
<L>when that my Reque&s;t it is but &s;o &s;mall.</L>
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<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>The Coun&s;ellor, Soldier, and Country-man too,</L>
<L>daily from Tavern to Coffee-Hou&s;e go;</L>
<L>There they do plot and contrive what to do,</L>
<L>which makes my poor Heart be &s;o full of Woe:</L>
<L>They talk of Religion, though little they have;</L>
<L>But how to live brave,</L>
<L>They always do &s;trive,</L>
<L>And leave a poor Virgin complaining,</L>
<L>While they their De&s;igns are obtaining,</L>
<L>Sure there is no hone&s;t Men &s;carce alive.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>C. Bates,</HI> at the <HI>White Hart</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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