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Magdalene College - Pepys
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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.

I Once did love a bonnye Lasse,
As Oxford Towne doth know,
But now I see all is not gold,
that makes a glistring show.
The fairest apple to the eye,
May have a rotten core:
And young men all now by my my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

Shee'l stroke your cheeks shee'l stroke your chin,
Shee'le fling her armes about you,
And shee'le protest with vowes and oaths,
She cannot live without you:
Shee'le sigh and sob if that you say,
Youle come to her no more:
And Gallants all by this my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

Shee'le buy you bandstrings at the Faire,
Sheele cause you for to wo her:
Sheele make you bracelets of her hayre,
for to bewitch you to her,
Sheele sit uppon you al the night,
Sheele give you kisses store:
But Gallants all by this my fall,
take heed, trust not a whore.

If thou shouldst be in heaven (quoth she)
I would not live in hell:

If thou shouldst be on earth quoth she,
in heaven I would not dwell:
If thou shouldst be on sea (quoth she)
I would not be on shore:
Then Gallants all now by my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

If that you chance for to be sad,
Sheele bid you send for wine:
For that is good sweet heart quoth she,
for thy choyce heart and mine:
And thus with sweet and smiling words,
Sheele dive into your store:
But Gallants all now by my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

When she hath had her whole desire,
And all your quoyne is spent,
If you entreat her company,
sheele say she shal be shent:
Then will she leave you to your selfe,
Your fortunes to deplore:
Then Gallants all now by my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

The Second Part.
To the same tuue.

SHeele sit alone with you and sweare,
By God that did her make,
While breath within her body is,
shee will not you forsake:
Shee'le let you toy, and stroake and kisse,
Shee'le let you doe much more:
But youngmen all, now by my fall,
take heed trust not a Whore.

Now here I-lye, my friends doe fly,
My wench doth quite forsweare me,
Her fathers house is but hard by,
and yet she comes not neere me mee:
In prison I for her doe lie,
Close by her fathers dore:
And young men all now by my fall,
take heed trust not a Whore:

My Creditors they chase at me,
For my time spent so bad,
And scarse I see no friend I have,
is for my griefe now sad:
And those that lovd in former times,
They now doe me abhore:
Then youngmen all now by my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

My kinsfolkes they doe send to me,
And oft on me doe raile,
Now am I plagud in misery,
heere lying in the Jayle:

But if that I come out againe,
Though I be nere so poore:
I never more will give consent,
to meddle with a whore.

You young men that in London live,
Take heed by this my fall:
For if you still will follow whores,
they will devoure you all:
Your quoine, your states, your health and friends,
Then turne you out of doore:
Oh Young men all by this my fall,
take heed trust not a whore.

Now farewell all you Prentises,
That doe in London dwell,
Leave all those vices, which will bring
one day your soules to hell:
So with my heart prayer for you,
I now will say no more:
But wish you all both great and small,
take heed love not a whore.

FINIS.

Imprinted at London for H.G.

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