%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Dubd Knight / Of the Forked Order: / OR, / The Old Wanton Lady as I will recite, / And Sen John the Serving-Man her hearts delight, / Their doings and actions, if you will attend, / In Meeter they are by a Poet Pend, / The subtilty of women either old or young, / And what cunning excuses they have with their Tongue, / That will play with their Husbands and laugh them to scorn, / Stroke up their brows, and there place a horn. Miles, Abraham University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/11/2021 37500

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R236074 1 I am fallen away [unknown] I Am Fallen Away 'TWas a Lady born / of high Degree, So old, so old, / so wondrous old, / Till threescore years and ten / Old women are willing / to play with young men. British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 145 2: 146 The Dubd Knight / Of the Forked Order: / OR, / The Old Wanton Lady as I will recite, / And Sen John the Serving-Man her hearts delight, / Their doings and actions, if you will attend, / In Meeter they are by a Poet Pend, / The subtilty of women either old or young, / And what cunning excuses they have with their Tongue, / That will play with their Husbands and laugh them to scorn, / Stroke up their brows, and there place a horn. The Dubbed Knight Of the Forked Order: OR, The Old Wanton Lady as I will recite, And Sen John the Serving Man her heart's delight, Their doings and actions, if you will attend, In Meter they are by a Poet Penned, The subtlety of women either old or young, And what cunning excuses they have with their Tongue, That will play with their Husbands and laugh them to scorn, Stroke up their brows, and there place a horn. Miles, Abraham ?-? W. Thackeray / T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood

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TWas a Lady born of high Degree, In her aged days was youthful, yet she So youthful was she, at threescore years old, A young man she esteemed more precious than Gold: So old, so old, so wondrous old, Till threescore years and ten Old women are willing to play with young men. This Lady one day in her Parlour did walk, Unto her head serving-man she began to talk, She told him his feature was comely and rare, Few men that she lookt on might with him compare. So old, etc.
A Lilly-white hand, fair Face and a Nose Hair crisping and curld his breath like a Rose, Streight leg and a foot and his body tall, But that in the middle is the Rarest of all, So old, etc. Madam he said, as I am alive, Unto antient Lady a present revive: It will make them merry either at night or by day, And clear every vein like the dew of May. So old, so old, so wondrous old, Till threescore years and ten, Old women are willing to play with young men.
THen note what I say, and obey my command, For I'le make use of thee now straight out of hand, The bargain was made unto their own will The Serving-man had and the Lady her fill. So old, etc. When the Jig was ended the Lady threw down Unto her good Serving-man sevenscore pound: She gave this gold freely his courage to maintain, That he will but ride in the Sadle again, So old, etc. Then the wanton Lady to her Knight she did hye, And like to Ameretrix she did reply, That she was much alterd, and she had caught harm, Why then quoth the Knight Lady keep thyself warm. so old etc. Ile send for a Doctor thy grief for to find, For to ease thy Body and troubled mind; I will have no Doctor my grief for to ease, But only one man sweet-heart if you please, so old, etc.
Let me see this Artist the Knight did reply O quoth the Lady loe here he stands by, That can give me cure with a Syrop that he Brought from the Venetian and from Italy. so old, etc. How came you acquainted with your mans rarity? Sir, in a sad passion, being ready to die, I dream'd that his judement was right I did find, And his Physick was healthful to old women kind. so old, etc. And if by the vertue thou pleasure do find, I doubt then by Venus that I am made blind; I dreamd I was hunting and pleasure did see, But a Vision mine eyes much troubleth me, so old, etc. The Deer did run swiftly and Hounds after rang'd And I like Acteon most strangely was chang'd I thought that my lower part seem'd like a man, My head like a Buck and horns like a Ram, so old, etc.
And riding on swiftly sweet pleasure to find, An Oke burst my Horns, and his blood made me blin[d] The huntsman did hollow and great shouts did make, And forth of my dream I strait did awake, so old, etc. I told my fair Lady of my dream so strange, Quoth she 'tis the better when thy life doth change, For the Forked Order the evil doth expel, And being a dub'd Knight thou needst not fear Hell. From the poor to the rich, even to the Ladies gay, Young women are wanton old women will play: And mumble their husbands and jeer them to scorn, And point them a Beaker and give them a Horn. So old, so old, so wondrous old, Till threescore years and ten, Old women are willing to play with young men.
By Abraham Miles. London. Printed for W. Thackeray T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.