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T226771 2 All you that love good Fellows All You That Love Good Fellows All You that Love Good Fellows NONE All You That Love Good Fellows England's fair dainty Dames, / See here the fall of Pride, GRief and Care kills my Heart, / Where God offended is, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : PRIDU's FALL; or, A Warning to all English Women, by the Ex- / ample of a strange Monster born by a Merchant's proud Wife at Vienna in Germany. PRIDE's FALL; or, A Warning to all English Women, by the Example of a strange Monster born by a Merchant's proud Wife at Vienna in Germany. 1710-1710

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England's fair dainty Dames, See here the fall of Pride, Leave Wantoness in Time, That God may be your Guide, I was a Dutchland Frow, 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 Diet, dainty fair, My Garments rich and brave. No Wife in Germany, Where I in Pleasure dwell, For Golden bravery, My Person could excell. My Coaches richly wrought, And deck'd with Pearl and Gold, Carried me up and down, Whereto my Fancy would. The Earth I deem'd 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 Mould, And not an earthly Wight, For my Soul's Happiness, God's 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 espy'd, Every vain foolish Toy, Changing my wanton Mind, And they best pleased me That could new Fashions find. Yet all these earthly Joys, Yielded me small content, In that Dame Nature had, Ne'er a Child to me sent.
That makes my Heart to bleed, For which Offence to God, He therefore grievously Scourged me with a Rod. And in my tender Womb, Of so pure Flesh and Blood, Created he, strange to see, A most deformed Brood. That Woman's 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 spar'd that Night To serve me in my Need. My Nurse both youth and fair, Fit for a Royal Queen, Gave all Attendance here, As it was daily seen, Never had Merchant's Wife, Of Ladies such a Train.
That came in gentle Sort, At the Hour of my Pain. But when my swelling Womb, Yielded up Nature's due, Such a strange Monster then, Never Man hardly knew: For it affrighted so, All the whole Company, That ev'ryone said in Heart, Vengeance now draweth nigh. It had two Faces strange, And two heads painted fair, On the Brows curled Locks, Such as our Wantons wear. In one Hand 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 seem'd to have Perfectly seen therein. These Women's Wantonness, And their vain foolish Minds, Ne'er contented are, With what things God assigns. Look to it London Dames, God keepeth Plagues in Store; And now the Second Part Of this Song sheweth more.
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GRief and Care kills my Heart, Where God offended is, As the poor Merchant's Wife, Did worldly Comfort miss. Strange were the Miseries, That she so long endur'd, No ease by Woman help, Could be as then procur'd. 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 much Sharper Rod. About his Neck a Ruff, It had now gallantly, Starched with white and blue Seeming unto their Eye, With Laces long and broad, As now are Women's Bands; Thus you have Women's Pride, First in Gods Anger stands, The Breasts were planted o'er, As still the Merchant's be, Now as lewd Women wear, To hide Adultery.
Every Part, every Limb, Had not true Nature's 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 Shoes, In steps had Roses red, Which in Silk now is us'd, So vainly are we led. Thus both my Flesh and Blood, Nourish'd now near my Heart. Put me in Mind of Sin, And bids me now convert. Oh! let all Women then, Take Heed of wanton Pride, Angels have fallen from Heaven, And for that Sin have dy'd. No sooner brought to Light Was this Fruit of my Youth, But to the Counsel-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, And now sent from on High, To bid you all repent, Christ's coming 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 your chief Delight: Mankind repent with Speed, Before tht Lord doth smite, This is my last Advice, Repentance soon provide Now these were his last Words, And so the Monster dy'd. Great was the Fear of those That these same Speeches heard, God grant all Christians may Have their Mind well prepared, With a true Repentance, God's Mercy to implore, That never Womankind May bring such Fruit forth more. And ye fair English Dames, That in Pride do excell, This woful Misery, In your Heart print full well: Let not Pride be your Guide, For Pride will have a Fall; Maid and Wife, let my Life Be a Warning to you all.