The olde Bride, OR The gilded Beauty.
To a dainty new tune.

[figure]
NOr morning red
nor blushing faire,
Be through your glasse
or curtaine spide;
But cloudy gray,
like the short haire
Of year old euer­lasting
Bride.
So old,
So wondrous old,
In the nonage of time,
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
Whose swarthy dry
Westphalia lips,
Are sunke to mumy
in her skin,
Whose gums are empty,
and her lips
Like eye-lids hairy;
and as thin:
So old,
So wondrous old,
In the nonage of time,
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
For amourous sighs
which Virgins vse,
She coughs aloud
through lungs decaid,
And with her palsie
cannot chuse
But quake like trēbling
of a maid:
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
If that her Bridegroome
be ill sped,
Hée's not the first
that hath béen sad:
For hée's the last
heire to her bed,
Of seuen before
that she hath had.
So old,
So wondrous old,
In the nonage of time
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
Why should her husband
then vexe heauen,
Or for a plenteous
off-spring beg?
Since all the issue
can be giuen,
Is that which runneth
in her leg.
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere-Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
Of losing her
there is no doubt.
Nor néed you aske
where she doth dwell:
For you may easily
scent her out,
As hounds do finde
their game by'th smel.
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.

The second part, To the same tune.

[figure]
HEr nose and chin
are now grown friends,
& méet together
louingly:
From danger these
her mouth defends,
So néere they ioyne
in vnity.
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
Her painting serues
her turne no more,
Her face is like
[...]'s wall
That hath so oft
béen plaister'd ore,
With age at length
it néeds must fall.
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere Adam-were a beard
she was in her prime.
Her husband hath
no cause to dread,
(As many bee
through iealousie)
That any will
defile his bed,
There's none will vse
such charity.
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere Adam wore a beard
she was in her prime.
What hath béen spoken
is not meant
Any old woman
to disgrace,
But she who is
to mariage bent,
When deaths character's
in her face.
So old,
So wondrous old,
in the nonage of time
Ere Adam word a beard
she was in her prime.
FINIS.

Printed at London for Thomas Lambert, at the sign of the Hors-shoe in Smithfield.

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