A Monstrous shape. OR A shapelesse Monster.
A Description of a female creature borne in Holland, compleat in every part, save only a head like a swine, who hath travailed into many parts, and is now to be seene in LONDON,
Shees loving, courteous, and effeminate,
And nere as yet could find a loving mate.
To the tune of the Spanish Pavin.
OF horned Uulcan I haue heard,
His téeth were longer thē his beard,
Whose monstrous looks made all afeard
which did that night behold him:
And of transformed Acteon,
Which like a Hart in Forest ran,
And how faire Lidia like a Swan transformed.
Of Robin Goodfellow also,
Which was a seruant long agoe,
The Quéen of Fairies doth it know,
and hindered him in fashion:
She knew not what she did her selfe,
She chang'd him like a Fairie elfe,
For all his money, goods, and pelfe,
she gull'd him.
But yet be brisk you Yonkers bold,
And list to what I shall vnfold,
Such newes afore was neuer told,
as I will now relate:
My subiect is of such a Girle,
That hath both siluer, gold, and pearle,
Yet neuer will be for an Earle
right fitted.
This Urokin as I vnderstand,
Is now arriued from Dutchland,
And hath as much gold at command
that she would wish or craue:
Her portion thréescore thousand pound,
Both corn and cattell on her ground,
As good as any may be found
in Holland.
Besides, a dainty Lasse is she,
A Boores daughter in the Low-country,
Her mother is in her degrée
a very proper Fro,
And all the Tribe from whence she came
Call her faire Pigs nye by her name,
You'l say they haue reason for the same
hereafter.
To describe her from top to toe,
I purpose now for to doe so,
And shew how neatly she doth goe
when young men come a wooing:
She shews her pretty heele and foot,
A dainty leg adioyning to't,
Her stockins stik, if that will do't
she cares not.
The second part, To the same tune.
HEr person it is straight and tall,
A lilly white hand, her fingers small
Makes her the handsomest wench of all
that euer her father got:
In handsomnesse she doth excell
Both bouncing Kate, and bonny Nell,
In dancing she doth beare the bell
of many.
So choice of fare she is indéed,
As oft as she doth stand in néed,
A siluer trough she hath to féed,
when euer she wants victuall:
The siluer trough is straight brought out
Wherein she puts her dainty snout,
And swéetly sucks till all is out
of action.
And to speak further for her grace,
She hath a dainty white swines face,
Which shews that she came of a race
that loued fat porke and bacon:
Yet would I not her kindred wrong,
Her nose I think is two foot long,
Also her breath is very strong
and fulsome.
Yet let no party her despise,
She is furnished with two pigs nies,
Though something of the largest size▪
they doe become her neatly,
Her ears hang lolling toward the ground
More fairer then a mastie hound,
Thus are her fortunes still renown'd
by hearesay.
Great store of suters euery day,
Resort vnto her as they say,
But who shall get this girle away,
as yet I doe not know:
But thus much I dare vndertake,
If any doe a wife her make,
It is onely for her moneyes sake
he loues her.
If any young man long to sée
This creature wheresoere she be,
I would haue him be rul'd by me,
and not to be too forward,
Lest ye at last should fare the worse,
Although she haue a golden purse,
She is not fit to be a nurse
in England.
L. P.
FINIS.
Printed by M. F. for The: Lambert, and are to be sold at the signe of the Horse shooe in Smithfield.