Constant, faire, and fine Betty. Being The Young-mans praise, of a curious Creature. Faire shee was, and faire in deed, And constant alwayes did proceed.
To the Tune of, Peggy went over Sea, with a Souldier.
NOw of my sweet
Bet
[...]ie,
I must speake in praise,
I never did see
such a Lasse in my days,
She is kind and loving,
and constant to me;
Wherefore I will speake,
of my pretty
Betty.
Betty is comely,
and
Betty is kind,
Besides shee is pretty,
and pleaseth my mind:
She is a brave bonny Lasse,
lovely and free,
The best that ere was,
is my pretty
Betty.
Her haire it doth glister,
like to threeds of gold;
All those that doe meet her,
admire to behold:
Her they take for
Iuno,
so glorious seemes shee,
[...]e brighter then
Lun
is pretty
Betty.
Her eyes they do twinkle,
like starres in the skie,
She is without wrinkle,
her fore-head is high:
Faire
Venus for beauty,
the like cannot be,
Thus I shew my duty,
to pretty
Betty.
She hath fine cherry cheekes,
and sweet Corall lips,
There is many one seekes,
love with kisses and clips,
But she like
Diana,
flies their company,
She is my
Tytana,
my pretty
Bettie.
Her Chinne it is dimpled,
her visage is faire,
She is finely temp
[...]ed,
she is neat and rare.
If
Hellen were living,
she could not please me,
I ioy in praise giving,
my pretty
Betty.
Her skinne white as snow,
her brest soft as doune,
All her parts below.
they are all firme and sound:
Shee's chaste in affection
as
Penelope.
Thus endes the complexion,
of pretty
Bettie.
The second part, To the same tune.
NOw of her conditions,
something Ile declare,
For some have suspitions,
She's false being faire:
But shee's not false hearted,
in any degree,
I'm glad I consorted,
with pretty
Betty.
Her words and her actions,
they are all as one,
And all her affection,
is on me alone,
She h
[...]tes such as vary,
from true constancy,
Long I must not tarry,
from pretty
Betty.
Well met my sweet
Hony,
my ioy and delight,
O how hath my
Cony
done ere since last night.
Oh what saies my dearest,
what saist thou to me,
Of all maids the ra
[...]est,
is pretty Bette.
Wo.
Kind love thou art welcome,
to me day and night,
Why came you not home,
I did long for your sight:
My ioy and my pleasure,
is onely in thee,
Thou art all the treasure,
of pretty
Bette.
Hadst thou not come quickly,
I thinke I should dye,
For I was growne sickly,
and did not know why.
Now thou art my doctor,
and physicke to me,
In love thou art proctor,
for pretty
Bette.
Sweet when shall we marry,
and lodge in one bed,
Long I cannot carry,
not my maiden head.
And there's none shall have the same,
but onely thee,
Tis thee that I crave,
to love pretty
Bette.
Man.
Besse be thou contented,
wee'l quickly be wed,
Our friends are consented,
to all hath bin sed,
Thou shalt be my wife,
ere much older I be,
And Ile lead my life,
with my pretty
Bette.
These lovers were married,
and immediately,
And all was well carried,
they liv'd lovingly:
Let faire maids prove constant,
like pretty
Besse,
Fine
Besse hath the praise an't,
and worthy is shee.
R. C.
FINIS.
London Printed for Iohn Wright the yonger dwelling at the upper end of the Old-Baily.