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1.280-281 S3196 1 O no, no, no, not yet, or, I'le never love thee more I'll Never Love Thee More O No, No, No, Not Yet; I'll Never Love Thee More A Yong man and a Lasse of late, / within a Garden Ally, good Sir, you'le wrong your Britches. [with variations] I'le fight, my Loue, in thy defence, / my weapons at thy pleasure, good Sir, you'le wrong your Britches. [with variations] Pepys 1.280-281 Rollins (1) I:247-250; STC 22579.5 [G. Purslowe] for J. T[rundle c.1620]. Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1 : A bearded gentleman with a decorated cape or cloak draped over his shoulders faces to his right. He wears a wide-brimmed hat with a feather, and has a sword sheath appearing below his cape. His hose are tied with ribbon garters, and he wears low shoes. His left arm is held out behind him, and his right hand emerges from the neckline of his cloak. Behind him, two plants are visible.: 79 x 48 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, over column 2: A lady stands facing towards her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan (or a branch?). The lady wears a large stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt (supported by a french farthingale?) and the front of her dress is decorated with a row of large flowers. Her dark overskirt is elaborately decorated. : 82 x 60 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3: A bearded man is dressed in slops, hose, a doublet or jerkin, large ruff, and a tall hat with a brim. He rests his right hand on his hip and holds his left arm across his body. A plant is visible behind him.: 73 x 35 Woodblock 4: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: An elderly aristocratic woman stands with her right arm extended. She wears a hat, a dress with full sleeves, decorated with stripes, and a tall necked underdress. : 81 x 43 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 280 1: 281 Good Sir, you wrong your Britches, / Pleasantly discoursed by a witty Youth, and a wily Wench. Good Sir, you wrong your Britches, Pleasantly discoursed by a witty Youth, and a wily Wench. Good Sir, You Wrong Your Britches, Pleasantly Discoursed by a Witty Youth, and a Wily Wench. The Second part. The Second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 242 x 143 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 240 x 142 cropped left edge, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1620 At London printed for I. T. J.T. Weinstein: STC initials

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 5/24/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant love marriage sex/sexuality 5/24/2008 Checker Charlotte Becker Transcription and facs trans checked, metadata updated, XML 7/17/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S3196 2006 Transcriber Pavneet Aulakh Ballad Transcribed 7/20/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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A Yong man and a Lasse of late, within a Garden Ally, As Cupid had commanded him, began to court and dally: She bade him have a speciall care, he fell into no Ditches, For so, (quoth she) the proverbe sayes, good Sir, you'le wrong your Britches. Thou art my onely dearest love, the Yongman then replide: I will buy thee a silken gowne, a Petticoate beside, A kirtle laid with silver Lace, with gallant golden stitches. In doing so, good Sir, (quoth she) you well may wrong your Britches. Wee'le walk about the Meddowes greene, each Summer morning early. Forbeare (quoth she) 'tis better farre, amongst greene Pease and Barly. Where if you will a peazing goe, you must take up no Fitches: Lest those that owe the Pescod field, doe say you wrong your Britches.
I'le give thee all my Ewes and Lambs, and Kine unto thy Dary. To keepe the hornes your selfe (quoth she) I hope you will be warie. For they will serve you passing fit, to be your hous-hold riches, Where if you goe to borrow hornes, you'le greatly wrong your Britches. The Minstrell of our towne shall play thee still thy mornings Dittie. Good Sir (quoth she) I want rewards, for one that is so wittie. For when I heare your musicke sound, my fingers alwaies itches, To crowne you with a Fidlers fee: you wrong (good Sir) your Britches. Wee'le feede no more on Barly broth, the Grape's a sweeter dyet. Too deepe a taste (quoth she) will bring, your bodie out of quiet, And vex you with tormenting gripes, of many rumbling stitches: That you will be constrain'd (good Sir) at last to wrong your Britches.
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I'le fight, my Love, in thy defence, my weapons at thy pleasure, Whereat the wilie Wench replide, I doubt you'le have no leasure. And so you will a dastard prove, when as the field he pitches: And coming thence for feare away, you much may wrong your Britches. I am a lively Joviall Lad, and for thy sake will swagger: Untill the ground looke blue (my Wench) my wit shall never stagger. Take heed (quoth she) lest Midas Asse your drowsie pate bewitches: For being drunke, then with your Punke, good Sir, you'le wrong your Britches. A Pot and Pipe is all my life, for this becomes a wooer: Come, bonny Besse, let's coll and kisse, I am no other dooer. Hold off (quoth she) your hands are foule, and all my cloathes bepitches; For if you thus bemoyle your selfe, you'le greatly wrong your Britches.
My dapple gray to beare thee hence, shall soone be saddled finely: To ride and runne for thee, my Love, so thou wilt use me kindely. But if you ride too fast (quoth she) hee'le throw us into ditches: And so shall I bemyer my selfe, and you much wrong your Britches. The Yongman at these wilely words, in friendly manner smiled: In that she had so cunningly, his proffered love beguiled. But yet at last she tooke of him, himselfe and all his riches: And would no more then scoffing say, (Good Sir) you wrong your Britches. Thus Cupid is a wiley Lad, and well his Bow can handle: To make yong Wenches light their lamps, to burne by Venus Candle. For I am now in love (quoth she) this yong man me bewitches: And I am vext that ere I said, (Good Sir) you wrong your Britches.
At London printed for J. T. FINIS.