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<HEAD>Prides fall: Or, A warning for all Engli&s;h Women.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>By the Example of a &s;trange Mon&s;ter born of late in <HI>Germany,</HI> by a Mercha<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">t<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter"> to proud Wife in <HI>Geneva.</HI></HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>The Tune is, All you that love good Fellows.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
<P>TB</P>
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<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<LG>
<L><HI>ENglands</HI> fair dainty Dames,</L>
<L>&s;&eacute;e here the fall of Pride,</L>
<L>Wantonne&s;s leave in time,</L>
<L>that God may be your guide;</L>
<L>I was a <HI>Dutch-land</HI> Vrow,</L>
<L>&s;hining in beauty bright,</L>
<L>And a brave Merchants wife,</L>
<L>in whom he took delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All things I had at will,</L>
<L>my heart could with or crave</L>
<L>My dyet dainty fare,</L>
<L>my garments rich and brave:</L>
<L>No wife in <HI>Germany,</HI></L>
<L>where I in plea&s;ure dwel'd,</L>
<L>For Golden bravery,</L>
<L>my per&s;on &s;o excel'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Coaches richly wrought,</L>
<L>and deckt with pearl and gold</L>
<L>Carried me up and down,</L>
<L>whereas my plea&s;ure would:</L>
<L>The earth I d&eacute;em'd too ba&s;e,</L>
<L>my f&eacute;et to tread upon,</L>
<L>My blooming crim&s;on ch&eacute;eks,</L>
<L>felt neither wind nor &s;un.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My beauty made me think</L>
<L>my &s;elf an Angel bright,</L>
<L>Framed of heavenly mold,</L>
<L>and not an earthly Wight:</L>
<L>For my &s;ouls happine&s;s,</L>
<L>Gods holy Bible book,</L>
<L>I had my Looking-gla&s;s,</L>
<L>where I mo&s;t plea&s;ure took.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was no fa&s;hion found</L>
<L>that might advance my pride,</L>
<L>But in my Looking-gla&s;s</L>
<L>my fancy &s;oon e&s;py'd:</L>
<L>Every vain fooli&s;h toy,</L>
<L>changeth my wanton mind,</L>
<L>And they be&s;t plea&s;ed me,</L>
<L>that could new fa&s;hions find.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet all tho&s;e earthly joys,</L>
<L>yielded me &s;mall content,</L>
<L>In that Dame nature had</L>
<L>ne'r a child to me &s;ent:</L>
<L>That makes my heart to bl&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>for which offence to God,</L>
<L>He therefore grievou&s;ly</L>
<L>&s;courged me with his Rod.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And in my tender womb,</L>
<L>of &s;o pure fle&s;h and blood,</L>
<L>Created he, &s;trange to &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>a mo&s;t deformed brood:</L>
<L>That women of wanton pride,</L>
<L>may take example by,</L>
<L>Now they in fa&s;hion fond,</L>
<L>offend the Lord on high.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the babe came to light,</L>
<L>and I brought to my bed,</L>
<L>No co&s;t was &s;par'd that night,</L>
<L>to &s;tand me in my &s;t&eacute;ed:</L>
<L>Ny Nur&s;es young and fair,</L>
<L>fit for a Royal Qu&eacute;en,</L>
<L>Gave all attendance there,</L>
<L>as it was daily &s;een.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Never had Merchants wife,</L>
<L>of Ladies &s;uch a train,</L>
<L>That came in gentle &s;ort,</L>
<L>at the hour of my pain:</L>
<L>But when my &s;welling womb,</L>
<L>yeilded up natures due,</L>
<L>Such a &s;trange mon&s;ter then</L>
<L>never man hardly knew.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>FOr it affrighted &s;o</L>
<L>all the whole company,</L>
<L>That e'r one &s;aid in heart,</L>
<L>vengeance now draweth nigh</L>
<L>It had two faces &s;trang,</L>
<L>and two heads painted fair,</L>
<L>On the brows curled locks,</L>
<L>&s;uch as our wantons ware.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One hand held right the &s;hape</L>
<L>of a fair looking-gla&s;s,</L>
<L>In which I took delight,</L>
<L>how my vain beauty was;</L>
<L>Right the &s;hape of a Rod,</L>
<L>&s;courging me for my Sin,</L>
<L>The other &s;&eacute;em'd to have,</L>
<L>perfectly &s;een therein.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e womens wantonne&s;s,</L>
<L>and their vain fooli&s;h minds,</L>
<L>Never contentented are</L>
<L>with that thing God a&s;&s;igns;</L>
<L>Look to it <HI>London</HI> Dantes,</L>
<L>God k&eacute;epeth Plagues in &s;tore,</L>
<L>And now the &s;econd part</L>
<L>of this Song &s;heweth more,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Grief and care kills my heart,</L>
<L>where God offended is,</L>
<L>As the poor Merchants wife,</L>
<L>did worldly comfort mi&s;s:</L>
<L>Strange were the mi&s;eries,</L>
<L>that &s;he &s;o long endur'd,</L>
<L>No ea&s;e by womens help,</L>
<L>could be as then procur'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hereupon &s;peaks the child,</L>
<L>with a voice fearfully,</L>
<L><HI>Mother your wanton pride,</HI></L>
<L><HI>bring this your mi&s;ery;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let your life &s;oon amend,</HI></L>
<L><HI>or el&s;e the mighty God,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will &s;courge your wantonne&s;s</HI></L>
<L><HI>with a more sharper Rod,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>About his neck a flaunting Ruff</L>
<L>it had now gallantly,</L>
<L>Starched with white and blew,</L>
<L>&s;eeming unto the eyr.</L>
<L>With laces long and broad,</L>
<L>as now are womens bands,</L>
<L>Thus heavy wanton Pride,</L>
<L>fir&s;t in Gods anger &s;tands.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The bre&s;t was plated ore,</L>
<L>as &s;till the Merchants be,</L>
<L>Now as lew'd women wear,</L>
<L>to hide Adultery:</L>
<L>Every part, every limb,</L>
<L>had not true natures frame,</L>
<L>But to &s;hew to the world,</L>
<L>this my great &s;in and &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From the head to the foot,</L>
<L>mon&s;ter like was it born,</L>
<L>Every part had the &s;hape</L>
<L>of fa&s;hions daily worn:</L>
<L>On the feet pinked &s;hooes,</L>
<L>in&s;teps had Ro&s;es red,</L>
<L>Which in &s;ilk now is us'd,</L>
<L>&s;o vainly are we fed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus hath my fle&s;h and blood,</L>
<L>nouri&s;ht now near my heart,</L>
<L>Puts me now in mind of Sin,</L>
<L>and bids me now convert;</L>
<L>O let us women then</L>
<L>take heed of wanton pride,</L>
<L>Angels have faln from Heaven</L>
<L>and for that &s;in have dy'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No &s;ooner brought to light.</L>
<L>was this fruit of my youth,</L>
<L>But to the Councel-hou&s;e</L>
<L>it was brought for a truth;</L>
<L>Where to the Magi&s;trates</L>
<L>in a mo&s;t fearful &s;ort,</L>
<L>Began aloud to &s;peak,</L>
<L>and the&s;e words did report.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>I am a me&s;&s;enger,</HI></L>
<L><HI>now &s;ent from God on high,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To bid you all repent,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t comming draweth nigh,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Repent you all with &s;peed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>this is a me&s;&s;age &s;ure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The world &s;eems at an end,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and cannot long endure.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Pride is the Prince of &s;in,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which is our chief delight,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mankind repent with &s;peed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>before the Lord do &s;mite,</HI></L>
<L><HI>This is my la&s;t adieu,</HI></L>
<L><HI>repentance &s;oon provide,</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e were his late&s;t words,</L>
<L>and &s;o the mon&s;ter dy'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Great was the fear of tho&s;e,</L>
<L>that the&s;e &s;ame &s;p&eacute;eches heard</L>
<L>God grant all Chri&s;tians may</L>
<L>have their minds well prepar'd</L>
<L>With true repentance,</L>
<L>Gods mercy to implore,</L>
<L>That never woman-kind,</L>
<L>may bring &s;uch fruit forth more</L>
<L>And you fair <HI>English</HI> dames,</L>
<L>that in pride do excell,</L>
<L>This woful mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>in your hearts print full well:</L>
<L>Let not Pride be your guide,</L>
<L>for Pride will have a fall,</L>
<L>Maid and Wife, let my life,</L>
<L>be warning to you all.</L>
</LG>
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<P>Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.</P>
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