A Caveat or Warning.
For all sortes of Men both young and olde, to avoid the
Company of lewd and wicked Woemen.
To the tune of Virginia.
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I Once did love a bonnye Lasse,
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As Oxford Towne doth know,
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But now I see all is not gold,
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that makes a glistring show.
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The fairest apple to the eye,
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May have a rotten core:
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And young men all now by my my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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Shee'l stroke your cheeks shee'l stroke your chin,
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Shee'le fling her armes about you,
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And shee'le protest with vowes and oaths,
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She cannot live without you:
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Shee'le sigh and sob if that you say,
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Youle come to her no more:
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And Gallants all by this my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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Shee'le buy you bandstrings at the Faire,
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Sheele cause you for to wo her:
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Sheele make you bracelets of her hayre,
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for to bewitch you to her,
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Sheele sit uppon you al the night,
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Sheele give you kisses store:
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But Gallants all by this my fall,
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take heed, trust not a whore.
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If thou shouldst be in heaven (quoth she)
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I would not live in hell:
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If thou shouldst be on earth quoth she,
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in heaven I would not dwell:
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If thou shouldst be on sea (quoth she)
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I would not be on shore:
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Then Gallants all now by my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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If that you chance for to be sad,
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Sheele bid you send for wine:
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For that is good sweet heart quoth she,
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for thy choyce heart and mine:
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And thus with sweet and smiling words,
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Sheele dive into your store:
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But Gallants all now by my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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When she hath had her whole desire,
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And all your quoyne is spent,
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If you entreat her company,
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sheele say she shal be shent:
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Then will she leave you to your selfe,
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Your fortunes to deplore:
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Then Gallants all now by my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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The Second Part.
To the same tuue.
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SHeele sit alone with you and sweare,
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By God that did her make,
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While breath within her body is,
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shee will not you forsake:
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Shee'le let you toy, and stroake and kisse,
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Shee'le let you doe much more:
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But youngmen all, now by my fall,
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take heed trust not a Whore.
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Now here I-lye, my friends doe fly,
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My wench doth quite forsweare me,
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Her fathers house is but hard by,
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and yet she comes not neere me mee:
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In prison I for her doe lie,
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Close by her fathers dore:
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And young men all now by my fall,
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take heed trust not a Whore:
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My Creditors they chase at me,
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For my time spent so bad,
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And scarse I see no friend I have,
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is for my griefe now sad:
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And those that lovd in former times,
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They now doe me abhore:
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Then youngmen all now by my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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My kinsfolkes they doe send to me,
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And oft on me doe raile,
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Now am I plagud in misery,
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heere lying in the Jayle:
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But if that I come out againe,
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Though I be nere so poore:
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I never more will give consent,
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to meddle with a whore.
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You young men that in London live,
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Take heed by this my fall:
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For if you still will follow whores,
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they will devoure you all:
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Your quoine, your states, your health and friends,
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Then turne you out of doore:
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Oh Young men all by this my fall,
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take heed trust not a whore.
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Now farewell all you Prentises,
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That doe in London dwell,
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Leave all those vices, which will bring
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one day your soules to hell:
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So with my heart prayer for you,
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I now will say no more:
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But wish you all both great and small,
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take heed love not a whore.
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FINIS.
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