%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Maids ansvver to the / Batchelors Ballad. / Or, Love without Remedy. / Thou Scriber! unto whom the Vulgar crew, / Gives small applause, yet more then is thy due; / Whose Brazen Brow, a wither'd Wreath adorns, / Which better wou'd become a pair of Horns: / Know we contemn thee: thy Malicious Pen / Can have no influence on the minds of men: / In our dispraise, in vain thou seek'st to write, / True, thou mayst shew thy teeth, but canst not bite. / Alas! rude Boy; Love is a generous pain, / Which minds ignoble, cannot entertain: / Therefore thy accusations are unjust, / In giving Love the Character of Lust. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/18/2014 34067

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R227289 1 No more silly Cupid: Or, / The Duke of Monmouth's Jig. Duke of Monmouth's Jig, The No more silly Cupid: Or, / The Duke of Monmouth's Jig. WHo's here so ingenious / mispending his time, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1340 The Maids ansvver to the / Batchelors Ballad. / Or, Love without Remedy. / Thou Scriber! unto whom the Vulgar crew, / Gives small applause, yet more then is thy due; / Whose Brazen Brow, a wither'd Wreath adorns, / Which better wou'd become a pair of Horns: / Know we contemn thee: thy Malicious Pen / Can have no influence on the minds of men: / In our dispraise, in vain thou seek'st to write, / True, thou mayst shew thy teeth, but canst not bite. / Alas! rude Boy; Love is a generous pain, / Which minds ignoble, cannot entertain: / Therefore thy accusations are unjust, / In giving Love the Character of Lust. The Maids answer to the Batchelors Ballad. Or, Love without Remedy. Thou Scriber! unto whom the Vulgar crew, Gives small applause, yet more then is thy due; Whose Brazen Brow, a wither'd Wreath adorns, Which better wou'd become a pair of Horns: Know we contemn thee: thy Malicious Pen Can have no influence on the minds of men: In our dispraise, in vain thou seek'st to write, True, thou mayst shew thy teeth, but canst not bite. Alas! rude Boy; Love is a generous pain, Which minds ignoble, cannot entertain: Therefore thy accusations are unjust, In giving Love the Character of Lust. The Maid's answer to the Bachelor's Ballad. Or, Love without Remedy. Thou Scriber! unto whom the Vulgar crew, Gives small applause, yet more than is thy due; Whose Brazen Brow, a withered Wreath adorns, Which better would become a pair of Horns: Know we contemn thee: thy Malicious Pen Can have no influence on the minds of men: In our dispraise, in vain thou seek'st to write, True, thou mayst show thy teeth, but canst not bite. Alas! rude Boy; Love is a generous pain, Which minds ignoble, cannot entertain: Therefore thy accusations are unjust, In giving Love the Character of Lust. ?-? P. Brooksby

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WHos here so ingenious mispending his time, In railing at Venus, In hopes to disparage, Love, Women, and marriage, By pittiful rhime? He thinks hes ingenious and slyly the youngster intices; But we easily find, How the youth is inclind, by his tricks and devices. He plainly discovers his amorous arts, And calls em blind lovers, Who after enjoyment, can find new employment, to fetter their hearts: He plainly discovers a nature so rude and ingrateful, That after Compliance, he bids us defiance, and says we grow hateful.
Then who but an Harlot would yield to the will Of evry such Varlet, That loves at his leisure, And onely takes pleasure, in shewing his skill? Sure none but an harlot, would yield to the lustful persuasion, of fellows in Shammy, who onely cry Dam,me, to serve their occasions. The gawdy young Sinner, whose blood is a fire, May fool a beginner, and treat her with Coaches, to mighty debauches, and gain his desire: Alas! for the Sinner, that covets such sweetness as this is! he seldom does fail, of a sting in the tail, with his wenches and Misses.
THis makes him look meager, a wantoning Elf, His mind is so eager to humour his sences, that by his expences, he ruines himself: This makes him so meager, hes nothing but pox and diseases, so after enjoying, the pleasure is cloying, and quickly displeases. Then shew me the woman, in City or Town, Tho never so common, With such a lewd fellow, so tawny and yellow, will laugh and lye down: For sure shes no Woman that trades with a son for a Whore, who having enjoyd her, will strait-way avoid her, and see her no more. The passionate Lover, thats caught in his youth, May plainly discover that all his persuasions are subtle evasions, and far from the truth: For he thats a Lover, and courteth sincerely and truly, may keep his affection in civil subjection, from being unruly.
But let the fond Bully, his fancy employ, He never can fully or bring in suspition, the sweets of fruition, true lovers enjoy: In spight of the Bully, the pleasure of Conjugal kisses, is always delightful and far the more frightful, of temporal blisses. And yet for the Gallant, we must not deny: But that hes so valiant as stoutly to threaten, the girl shall be beaten, that will not comply: Beware of the Gallant! I vow hes a desperate creature, If any abuse him, Or dare to refuse him, he swears he will beat her. Sir Fopling, your Servant! the mans in a pett: What makes you so fervent? You burn in displeasure, pray cool at your leisure: thats all you will get: Your Servant, Sir Fopling, say all, and do more than you can sir, Tis still my opinion, We shall have dominion, take that for an answer.
Printed for P. Brooksby, the at Golden-ball near the Hospital-gate, in West-smith-field.