The Constant Maidens Resolution: Or Silver and Gold can [...]t buy true Love.
Wherein is show'd an old mans fondness the maidens constancy unto her dearest Friend, being a rare pattern for all maids to take example by the same.
To
the Tune
of, laugh and lye down.
I Am a young Damsel
that's plunged in Woe.
And how to remove it
I do not well know:
My friends they wou'd tye me
unto an Old Man,
That has store of Riches
but
[...]ove him who can.
Tis not Father nor Mother
my mind shall remove.
For I am resolved
to have him that I love.
Ther[?] lived a spruce Old Man
near unto this Girl,
Who wooed her and sued her
like Lord or yet Earl,
Of wealth he had plenty
in[?] Riches did swim,
But
[...]r all he'd such dainty
shed not fancy him.
But still she reply'd
my mind shan't remove,
For, &c.
The Old man.
My joy and my Honey
these words then spake he,
If
thou[?] wilt but set thy
affecion on me,
In Laid I will seat thée
worth thirty a year,
And a
house[?] that's worth twenty
i'le m
[...]e it appear.
Then be
[...]ot so coy Love
althou
[...]h I am old,
For my
[...]e is fervent
and so
[...] all hold,
The maid.
HAd you ne're so much Riches
or ne're so much Gold
You never shall get my
heart in your hold,
For I am resolved
sink or yet svim,
To have the Man I can love
though I do
[...]eg with him.
For what joy or what comfort
has any young bride,
To
have an old sapling
to lye by her side.
Where their's
[...]auking and spitting
and coughing all night,
Grunting and Groaning
instead of delight:
Scratching and Scrubbing
their Wrinkled Skin,
When Rest should be had
then they'r making a din.
And I wonder such old men
as you cannot see,
But will marry young wenches
a Cuckold to be.
The Old Man.
My Dearest w
[...]y dost thou
despise an Old Man,
That will bravely maintain thée
with Wood and Fan:
Gloves, Ribbous and Scarves
thou daily shall Wear,
Larks, Chickens and Capons
it shall be thy
fare[?],
Thou hadst bette
[...] an
Old Mans darling to be,
Then to marry with one
that will never
[...]ove thee.
The Maid.
Tis not your Ric
[...] dainties
nor your brave
[...]ttire,
Shall make me co
[...]descend
unto your desire
VVhere my mind cannot fancy
I'le never be tide,
Although every day in my Coah
I might Ride.
No Gold nor yet, Silver,
my mind, &c.
The Maid.
Therefore take your answer
and from me depart.
For I cannot love you
with a serious heart:
No Old Mans Darling
I mean for to be,
Cause Old flesh with young flesh
will
never[?] agrée.
Come wealth or come woe
my mind, &c.
The Old Man.
I Wonder swéet Lady
you should be so strange,
That us Love nor perswasions
your mind it can change:
If you felt but the Torments
the which I abide,
You soon wou'd yeild to me
whatever betide.
My hearts so perplexed
all joys from me flye,
To think of thy beauty
I surely shall dye.
The Maid.
Fye leave off your doting
you silly Old Sot,
My beauty's like others
therefore praise it not:
I do not regard you
nor pitty your moan,
Because that I have a true
love of my own.
And no man on Earth
my mind, &c,