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R216025 1 All you that love good Fellows All You That Love Good Fellows All you that love good Fellows ENglands fair dainty Dames, / see here the fall of Pride, FOr it affrighted so / all the whole company, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 269 Prides fall: Or, A warning for all English Women. / By the Example of a strange Monster born of late in Germany, by a Merchant proud Wife in Geneva. Prides fall: Or, A warning for all English Women. By the Example of a strange Monster born of late in Germany, by a Merchant proud Wife in Geneva. Pride's fall: Or, A warning for all English Women. By the Example of a strange Monster born of late in Germany, by a Merchant's proud Wife in Geneva. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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ENglands fair dainty Dames, see here the fall of Pride, Wantonness leave in time, that God may be your guide; I was a Dutch-land Vrow, shining in beauty bright, And a brave Merchants wife, in whom he took delight. All things I had at will, my heart could wish or crave My dyet dainty fare, my garments rich and brave: No wife in Germany, where I in pleasure dweld, For Golden bravery, my person so exceld. My Coaches richly wrought, and deckt with pearl and gold Carried me up and down, whereas my pleasure would: The earth I deemd too base, my feet to tread upon, My blooming crimson cheeks, felt neither wind nor sun.
My beauty made me think myself an Angel bright, Framed of heavenly mold, and not an earthly Wight: For my souls happiness, Gods holy Bible book, I had my Looking-glass, where I most pleasure took. There was no fashion found that might advance my pride, But in my Looking-glass my fancy soon espyd: Every vain foolish toy, changeth my wanton mind, And they best pleased me, that could new fashions find. Yet all those earthly joys, yielded me small content, In that Dame nature had ner a child to me sent: That makes my heart to bleed, for which offence to God, He therefore grievously scourged me with his Rod.
And in my tender womb, of so pure flesh and blood, Created he, strange to see, a most deformed brood: That women of wanton pride, may take example by, How they in fashion fond, offend the Lord on high. When the babe came to light, and I brought to my bed, No cost was spard that night, to stand me in my steed: Ny Nurses young and fair, fit for a Royal Queen, Gave all attendance there, as it was daily seen. Never had Merchants wife, of Ladies such a train, That came in gentle sort, at the hour of my pain: But when my swelling womb, yeilded up natures due, Such a strange monster then never man hardly knew.
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FOr it affrighted so all the whole company, That er one said in heart, vengeance now draweth nigh It had two faces strang, and two heads painted fair, On the brows curled locks, such as our wantons ware. One hand held right the shape of a fair looking-glass, In which I took delight, how my vain beauty was; Right the shape of a Rod, scourging me for my Sin, The other seemd to have, perfectly seen therein. These womens wantonness, and their vain foolish minds, Never contentented are with that thing God assigns; Look to it London Dames, God keepeth Plagues in store, And now the second part of this Song sheweth more. Grief and care kills my heart, where God offended is, As the poor Merchants wife, did worldly comfort miss: Strange were the miseries, that she so long endurd, No ease by womens help, could be as then procurd. Hereupon speaks the child, with a voice fearfully, Mother your wanton pride, brings this your misery; Let your life soon amend, or else the mighty God, Will scourge your wantonness with a more sharper Rod. About his neck a flaunting Ruff it had now gallantly, Starched with white and blew, seeming unto the eye, With laces long and broad, as now are womens bands, Thus heavy wanton Pride, first in Gods anger stands. The brest was plated ore, as still the Merchants be, Now as lewd women wear, to hide Adultery: Every part, every limb, had not true natures frame, But to shew to the world, this my great sin and shame.
From the head to the foot, monster-like was it born, Every part had the shape of fashions daily worn: On the feet pinked shooes, insteps had Roses red, Which in silk now is usd, so vainly are we fed. Thus hath my flesh and blood, nourisht now near my heart, Puts me now in mind of Sin, and bids me now convert; O let us women then take heed of wanton pride, Angels have faln from Heaven and for that sin have dyd. No sooner brought to light, was this fruit of my youth, But to the Councel-house it was brought for a truth; Where to the Magistrates in a most fearful sort, Began aloud to speak, and these words did report. I am a messenger, now sent from God on high, To bid you all repent, Christ comming draweth nigh. Repent you all with speed, this is a message sure, The world seems at an end, and cannot long endure. Pride is the Prince of sin, Which is our chief delight, Mankind repent with speed, before the Lord do smite, This is my last adieu, repentance soon provide, These were his latest words, and so the monster dyd. Great was the fear of those, that these same speeches heard God grant all Christians may have their minds well prepard With true repentance, Gods mercy to implore, That never woman-kind, may bring such fruit forth more And you fair English dames, that in pride do excell, This woful misery, in your hearts print full well: Let not Pride be your guide, for Pride will have a fall, Maid and Wife, let my life, be warning to you all.
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