The defence of Hide Parke ,
From some aspersions cast upon her
Tending to her great dishonour.
To a curious new Court tune.
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WHen glistering Phaebus ,
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had hid his head,
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And horned Cinthia
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shined in his stead,
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A dulnesse that time
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had possest my braine,
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Then to a Taverne,
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I straight tooke my way,
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Where was good Canary,
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as I did heare say,
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To put me into
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a pleasant vaine:
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And as I passed,
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A long in the darke,
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One in disgrace,
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Unto my face
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Slandered the honesty
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of old Hide Parke .
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What though your Courtiers
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appeare here in bravery,
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Must it be boulster
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unto their knavery,
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There's private corners,
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for them in the Court.
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Your Ladies of the Court,
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are they not neat ones,
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I surely that they be,
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and very feat ones.
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Yet come they not hither,
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to play at loves sport.
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They can point places,
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if it be their minde,
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More fit then this,
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To play and kisse:
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Then judge of Hide Parke .
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no more then you finde.
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What though your Ladies
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all of the Land,
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Come riding hither
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forth of the Strand,
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They come out to take the ayre,
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and so are gone.
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I dare not boldly say,
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that they come here to play,
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As they passe on they way
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in garments rich and gay,
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What harme is this I pray,
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I can finde none,
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Each one hath time enough,
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at her owne home,
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Nor you know what,
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Fo hurt in that,
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They to Hide Parke to doo't
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neede never come.
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Truth is, your Merchants wives
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sometimes come hither,
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Like loving little Rogues,
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kindly together:
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Is't not as fit for them,
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as tis for many,
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Their husbands give them,
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a spare time for walking.
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Ships are not sound they know,
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without good chalking,
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For in that they doe here,
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I doe not know any.
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Let not Hide Parke .
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be so much scandaliz'd,
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And made a bawde
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To womens fraud,
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You that have done this,
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be better advis'd.
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The honest Country Girles,
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sometimes resort here,
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Thinke not amisse of them,
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they make no sport here,
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They take more pleasure
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to dance over a greene,
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Or at a whitson ale,
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to be woo'd plainely
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With a true country Lad,
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no word spoke vainely
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Though in Hide Parke
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now and then they'l be seene,
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Tis nere a whit the more
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dishonest for them.
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Therefore Ile still,
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Say they doe ill,
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That doe so honest
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a place so condemne.
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