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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A constant Wife, a kinde Wife,
A loving Wife, and a fine Wife,
Which gives content unto mans life.
To the tune of, Lie lulling beyond thee.

YOung men and maids lend me your aids,
to sing of my deare Sweeting:
It showes how Fortune hath betrayd's
and often spoild our meeting.
She likely was for to be rich,
and I a man but meanely,
Wharefore her friends at me did grutch,
and usde me most unkindly.

Her constancy I will declare,
wherein she proved loyall:
But few with her that will compare
when they are put to tryall.
Her friends against her did contend,
because she lent me favour,
They said, I quickly all would spend,
if that I might but have her.

They did convey her from my sight,
because she should exempt me:
I could not find my hearts delight,
which sore did discontent me.
I traveld over craggy rockes,
ore mountaine, hills, and valleys,
But she was kept from me with lockes,
onely through spight and malice.

But Love that conquers Kings and Queens,
herin did shew us favour,
It brought to passe, and wrought the meanes,
in what place I should have her.
She had an Uncle did detaine,
and keep her presence from me:
Whom I was very like t'have slaine,
because he so did wrong me.

I boldly came where he did dwell,
and asked for my Sweeting:
They said of her they could not tell,
which was to me sad greeting.
But presently shee heard my voyce,
and call me at her windor.
O I would come to thee my choise,
but doores and lockes doe hinder.

Whereat amazed I did stand,
to heare her make that answer:
I drew my sword into my hand,
and straight the house did enter,
And then I made the lockes to flie,
and doores in pieces shatter:
I vow'd to have her company,
and quickly I came at her.

Her Uncle and some of his men,
did after present follow:
Who said I should ne'r out againe,
but in my blood should wallow:
But with some hurt done on both sides,
I brought my Sweet-heart from them,
Young men to win yourselves such Brides,
fight for to overcome them.

Then joyn'd we hands in Hymens bands
to love and live together,
She lov'd me not for house nor lands,
for I had none of either.
Her love was pure, and doth endure,
and so shall mine for ever:
Till death doth us so much injure,
as part us from each other.

The second part, to the same tune.

WIth hand and heart I will impart,
the praises of my Sweeting,
Now welcome joyes, and farewell smart,
blest be the time of meeting
With my Sweet-heart and onely Deare,
in whom is all my pleasure.
The like of her doth not appeare,
she is so blest a treasure.

O happy be the time and houre,
that ere I saw her feature:
Sure heavens blisse on me did showre,
to send me such a creature.
She is so pleasing to my minde,
the like was never any,
Shee's vertuous, wise, and very kinde,
she farre surpasseth many.

Her comely feature may compare
with any in Towne or Citie,
For courtesie she is most rare,
likewise she is full of pitie.
No vertue that can give content
to any earthly creature,
But God to her the same hath sent,
to please the will of Nature.

Her golden lockes like threeds of gold,
her eyes like stars doe glitter,
Her cheekes like Rose and Lillies fould,
she may be Venus sister.
Shee hath a handsome dimpled chin,
her necke shines like the chrystall:
Her like hath seldome times beene seene,
she seemeth so celestiall.

Her armes and shoulders are compleat
her brests like Alabaster;
Her waist and body is as neat,
there's none that ere surpast her,
Her eloquence gives such content
to all that heare her phrases,
That freely they'll give their consents
to yeeld her earthly praises.

Her Lilly hand is at command,
to doe me any service:
And quickly she will understand
a matter whatsoere it is.
If I bid goe shee will not stay,
to worke any displeasure,
But presently she goes her way.
And is not this a treasure?

Her parts below Ile not descry,
but they are very neat ones,
A dainty foot and leg, and thigh,
as can be made of flesh and bones.
Shee is so perfect in her parts,
that many were inflamed,
On her they wholly set their hearts,
and at her fully aimed.

Thus to conclude and end my song,
I wish well to the female,
Or else I sure should doe them wrong
and prove my selfe a tell-tale
Young men adue, be kind [and true]
unto your onely Sweet[ing]
Observe your time, you [need not rue,]
nor curse the houre of [meeting]


London Printed for F. C. FINIS

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