[...] OR,
Prettie Comparisons wittily grounded,
Which by scornefull Maidens may best be expounded.
To the tune of,
Like to the Damaske Rose: The second straine to be sung twice over.
LIke to a Dove-cote never haunted,
Or a Petition never granted;
Or like broad-cloth without a Taylor,
Or like a Iayle without a Iaylor;
Or like a Lanthorne without a light,
Or Wedding-day without a night:
Iust such as those
may shée be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Dove-cote haunted,
yéelds much profit;
The Petition granted,
good comes of it;
The Taylor puts
broad-cloth in shape,
The Iaylor lets
no Prisoner 'scape;
The Candle light
is the Lanthornes treasure,
The Wedding-night
crownes all the pleasure:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
Who loves and marryes
ere shee dyes.
Like to a Ring without a finger,
Or like a Bell without a ringer;
Or like a Horse that's never ridden,
Or like a Feast, and no Guests bidden;
Or like a Well without a Bucket,
Or like a Rose and no one plucke it:
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Ring, if worne,
the finger decketh,
The Bell, if rung,
good musicke maketh;
The Horse doth ease,
if he be ridden,
The Feast doth please,
if Guests be bidden;
The Bucket drawes
the water for thée,
The Rose, when pluckt,
is then most worthy:
So is that Maiden, &c.
Like to a Stock not grafted on,
Or like a Lute ne're play'd upon,
Or like a Iacke without a weight,
Or like a Barke without a fraught,
Or like a Locke without a Key▪
Or like a Souldier without pay:
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Stocke that's grafted,
yéelds best fruit,
Best Musick's in
the finger'd Lute,
The weight doth make
the Iacke goe ready,
The fraught doth make
the Barke goe steady,
The Key the Locke
doth open right,
The Souldier paid
is prone to fight:
So is that Maiden, &c.
Like to a Néedle without thread,
Or like a word without a déed,
Or like a warrant never seal'd,
Or like a thought that's nere reveal'd,
Or like a line without a hooke,
Or like good meate without a Cooke▪
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The thread with Néedle
yéelds much pleasure,
The déed and word
make decent measure,
The Seale in force
the Warrant makes;
The thought reveal'd,
all doubt forsakes,
The Hooke with Line
doth catch the Fishes,
The Cooke of meat
makes wholsome dishes▪
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
Who loves and marryes
ere shée dyes.
The second part.
To the same Tune.
LIke to a Question and no Answer,
Or like a call without Anon Sir,
Or like a Ship was never rig'd,
Or like a Mine was never dig'd,
Or like a wound without a plaister,
Or like a houshould and no Master:
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Question answered,
strife appeaseth.
Anon, Anon,
the caller pleaseth,
The rigged Ship
sayles with the Wind,
Who digges the Mine
shall treasure find;
The wound is by
the plaister cured,
The house by th' Master
is secured:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
That loves and marryes
ere she dyes.
Like to a Marrow bone nere broken,
Or commendations and no token,
Or like a Fort and none to win it,
Or like the Moone and no man in it,
Or like a Schoole without a Teacher,
Or like a Pulpit and no Preacher:
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The Marrow bone
that's broke eates pleasant,
The Token makes
a gratefull present,
There's triumph in
the Fort that's won,
The man rides glorious
in the Moone,
The Schoole is by
the Teacher stil'd,
The Pulpit's by
the Preacher fill'd.
So is that Maiden, &c.
Like to a Pistoll and no shot,
Or like a Promise quite forgot,
Or like a Hawke that's never man'd,
Or like a Hide before 'tis tan'd,
Or like a Coach and nere a horse,
Or like a Coffin and no Corse:
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid▪
The Pistoll charged,
helpes in danger;
Hée that kéepes promise,
is no ranger;
The Hawke that's man'd,
yéelds Princely sport;
The Hide well tan'd,
there's much use for't;
The Horse doth cause
the Coach to carry,
The Coffin's us'd
the Corse to bury:
So is that Maiden, &c.
Like to a house by no one kept,
Or like a Corne field never reapt,
Or like a Wind-mill without sayles,
Or like a Horse-shooe without nayles,
Or like a Cage without a Bird,
Or like a Scabberd and no Sword:
Iust such as those
may she be said,
That time doth lose,
and dyes a Maid.
The house well kept,
Guests entertaineth;
The Corne field reapt,
mans life sustaineth;
The Wind-mill sayles,
the Graine well grindeth▪
Horse-shooes with nayles,
sure footing findeth;
The Bird in Cage,
sings merrily;
The Sword in sheath,
shewes decently:
So is that Maiden
in mine eyes,
Who loves and marryes,
ere shée dyes.
Printed at London for Fr. Coules, dwelling in the Old-Bayly.