%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A new Ballad, intituled, A Warning to Youth, shewing the lewd life of a Marchants Sonne of London, and / the miserie that at the last he sustained by his riotousnesse. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1619-1619 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/26/2011 30301

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

R215905 1 the Lord Darley UNKNOWN The Lord Darley IN London dwelt a Marchant man, / that Left uuto his Sonne, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 447 A new Ballad, intituled, A Warning to Youth, shewing the lewd life of a Marchants Sonne of London, and / the miserie that at the last he sustained by his riotousnesse. A new Ballad, intituled, A warning to Youth, shewing the lewd life of a Marchants Sonne of London, and the miserie that at the last he sustained by his riotousnesse. A new Ballad, entitled, A warning to Youth, showing the lewd life of a Merchant's Son of London, and the misery that at the last he sustained by his riotousness. Printer the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke 1619-1619

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 4/26/2011 10:35:34 AM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/ health alcohol animals/ nature Bible/ biblical figures buildings/ architecture catastrophe children class clothing/ appearance country/ nation crime death economics/ commerce entertainments family folklore gender holidays/ seasons infidelity labor/ craft law London love maritime marriage military/ war monstrosity mythology/ Classical news nobility/ court politics/ government procreation punishment race/ ethnicity 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 youth/ age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 4/26/2011 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America alcohol death family sex/ sexuality trickery/ deceit virtue Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 4/26/2011 10:35:34 AM XBallad Meyer, Shannon Created XML Version of Ballad 4/26/2011 10:35:34 AM Transcription Supervisor McAbee, Kristina, Nebeker, Eric Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/26/2011 10:35:34 AM Double-Key Comparison and Merging Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/26/2011 10:35:34 AM Transcriptionist Two Hehmeyer, Paxton Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/26/2011 10:35:34 AM Transcriptionist One Becker, Charlotte Transcription of ballad manuscript 7/17/2008 Bibliographer Giles Bergel Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created 2/15/2011 Checker Bethany Wong Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 10/7/2010 Checker Danielle Davey Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 10/24/2008 Checker Shannon Meyer Edited Ballad Catalogue Record
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">A new Ballad, intituled, A warning to Youth, shewing the lewd life of a Marchants Sonne of London, and</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">the miserie that at the last he sustained by his riotousnesse. To the tune of the Lord Darley.</hi></seg>
IN London dwelt a Marchant man, that left unto his Sonne, A thousand pound in Land a yere, to spend when he was gone: With coffer crambd with golden crownes most like a Father kinde. To have him follow his owne steps, and beare the selfesame mind. Thus every man doth know, doth know, and his beginning see, But none so wise can shew, can shew, what will his ending be. No sooner was his father dead, and clozed in his grave. But this his wilde and wanton sonne, his minde to lewdnesse gave. And being but of tender yeares. found out such companie, Which provd his fatall overthrow, and finall miserie. In gluttonny and drunkennesse, he daily took delght, And still in Strmpets company, he spent the silent night: Forgetting quite that drunkenesse. and filthy lechery, Of all the sinnes will soonest bring a man to miserie. Within the Seas of wanton love, his heart was drownde so deep. A night he could not quietly without strange women sleep. And therefore kept them secretly, to feed his foule desire, Apparelld all like gallant youthes in Pages trimme attyre. Their garments were of Crimson silke, bedect with lace of gold, Their curled haire was white as milke, most comely to behold. He gave them for their Cognizance, a Purple bleeding heart, In which two silver arrowes seemd, the same in twaine to part. Thus secret were his wanton sports, thus private was his pleasure, Thus Harlots in the shape of men, did wast away his treasure. Oh woe to lust and lecherie, oh woe to such a vice That buyes repentance all too late, and at too deare a price, Yet he repented not at all, so wilfull was his mind, He could not see his infamy, for sin had made him blind. But in his heart desird a change of wanton pleasures so, That day by day he wishes still, strange women for to know. And so discharging of his traine, and selling of his land. To travell into countries strange, he quickly took in hand, And into Antwerpe speedily, thus all aflaunt he goes,
To see the dainty Flemish Girles, and gallant Dutchland Froes. For still, quoth he the Dutchland Froes, are kinde to Englishmen. Ile have my pleasure of those Girles, or never come againe: And being arrivd in Antwerpe streets, he met a lovely Dame, That was a Widowes daughter deare, of good report and fame. Her beauty like the Purple rose, so glistered in his eye, That ravisht with the same, he cravd her secret company. But she like to an honest Maid. by no meanes would consent, To satisfie his lustfull eye, as was his false intent, A hundred dayes he wholly spent, as many nights in vaine, As many angels he consumd, Her maiden-head to gaine. But nothing he prevaild at all, untill that Satans aid, And cursed counsell helping him, for to deflowre this maid. For like a lustfull Lecher he, found such convenient time, That he inforced her to drink, till she was drunk with wine, And being overchargd with wine, as Maidens heads be weake: He ravisht her there, when that she could no resistance make. For being sencelesse there she lost her sweet virginity, Which she had kept full twenty yeares, with great severity, Therefore good Virgins take good heed lest you be thus beguild. When Wine is settled in your braine, you may be got with Child. And marke, I pray what then befell, unto this modest Dame: When she recovered her lost sence and knew of her defame, In pining grief, she languisht long, like Philomel by night And would not come for very shame, in honest Maidens sight: Her wombe at last began to swell, her Babe received life: And being neither Widow nor Maid, nor yet a maried Wife, Did wish that she had nere been borne, but in her Cradle dyd. Then Angels at the gate of Heaven, had crownd her Virgin bright. This Babe that breedeth in my wombe, (quoth she) shall nere be borne, Nor calld a bastard by such wives, that hold such love in scorne: For I a Strumpet in disgrace, though one against my will, Before I will so shame my friends, my deare lives bloud Ile spill.
For as with wine I was deceivd and made a vitious Dame, So will I wash away with Wine my scar[l]et spots of shame. Then drinking up her burning Wine, she yeelded up her breath, By which likewise the unborne Babe, was scalded unto death. Her Mother falling on her knees to heaven did cry and call, If ever Widowes curse. quoth she, on mortall man did fall, Then say, Amen to mine O Lord that he may never thrive. That was the cause of this mischance, but rot away alive. His nailes from off his fingers dropt, his eyes from out his head. His toes they roted from his feet, before that he was dead, His tongue that had false-sworne so oft, to compasse his desire Within his mouth doth glow and burne, like coales of sparkling fire: And thus in torment in his sinne, this wicked Caitife dyd, Whose hatefull Carkes after death. in earth could not abide, But in the mawes of Carrion Crowes, and Ravens made a Tombe, A vengeance just on those that use on such vile sinnes presume: For Widowes curses have full oft: been felt by mortall wights, And for oppressed Widowes wronges, still heavenly Angels fights: For when King Henry the 6 by force was murthered in the Tower, And his fair Queen Widow mad, by Crooke-backt Richards power: She so exclaimed to the heavens, for to revenge that deed, That they might die in such like sort, which caused him to bleed Her curses so prevaild God wot, that every one was slaine, Or murdered by lie cruell hands, not one there did remain. Both Crookebackt Richard, & his mates Lord Love-l and Buckingam, With many more did feele her curse which needlesse are to name For widows wrongs still pierce the gate of Gods celestiall Throne, And heaven it selfe will still revenge oppressed widowes mone, Take heed, take heed, you wanton youths, take heed by this mishap: Lest for your lust and lechery, you be caught in a trap. Leave off your foule abuses you shew to maide and Wives. And by this wanton Marchants fall, learne how to mend your lives.
Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke. FINIS.