The Praise of a pretty Lasse: OR,
The Young mans dissimulation:
Else hee would not disgrace
A Maiden in such fashion,
To the tune of, Bank's Game.
YOung men and Maidens, to you Ile declare,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
Yet toke Goddesse will I her compare,
And yet she is pretty indifferent faire;
With ô my Love ô, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.
She is not blacke, nor yet is she browne,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
But to her Portion, she hath thirty pound,
Besides all this, she hath an old blacke Gowne:
O my love ô, there's none &c.
She is not great, nor yet very small,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
She's a yard and a halfe in the waste, that is all,
Her flesh will preserue her hard bones from a fall:
O my Love ô, &c.
Her Haire is as blacke as is any Crow,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
Her good conditions there's no man doth know,
For she neuer came where as any did grow:
O my Love ô, &c.
She hath a Nose in the middst of her face,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
And that standeth brauely vnto her owne grace,
I dare[?] say a better ne're stood in that place:
O my Loue ô, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.
Her Chéekes are fat, and faire for to see,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
They with her Eyes wondrous well doe agrée,
She is a braue bonny Lasse louely and frée:
O my Love ô, there's none doth know
how I doe love thee.
She hath soft Lips, and sound ones they are,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
You may kisse your fill, and neede not to spare,
For there is no danger of wearing thrid-bare:
O my Love ô, &c.
She hath a Chin, and a chopping one,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
She might spare half on't for her that hath none;
But now her long Chin, I will let that alone:
O my Love ô, there's none &c.
Her Necke doth shine like a Chimney stocke,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
When she her Casket of Pleasures vnlocke,
I am caught as the Miller did catch his Mare Brock:
O my Love ô, &c
Her downy Breasts are swingers indéed,
I loue my Loue, and she loueth me:
She may carry them on her shoulders for need,
O she's a braue Lasse we want more of her bréed;
With ô my Love ô, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.
The second Part,
To the same tune.
HEr shoulders I think, they are a whole yard square,
I love my Lov [...] & Lov [...] & [...]h [...]e loveth me:
Sh [...]l brave out her labour [...]ou need not to fear,
Give me such a Lasse that is able to beare.
O my love O, there is none doth know
How I doe love thee.
Like wise she hath good lusty strong Armes,
I love my love and shee loveth me:
They are able to attend her body from harms,
To set forth her praises it me much concernes,
O my love O, there is none &c.
He [...] hand like [...] shoulder of Mutton appesres,
I love my Love and shée [...]veth me:
But I would not have he [...] f [...] about mine ears,
[...] my love ther is no Lasse that dares,
O my love O, there is none &c.
She hath strong post legs her body to beare,
I love my Love, and shée loveth me:
She need dread no failing, that she doth not feare
But if that you throw her, shéel show you a Beare
O my love O, there is none &c.
Her fine daintie Foot is of the fourteens,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
And I can tell you that completely it seemes,
I must speak her pr [...]ises cause love is between's,
O my love O, there is none &c.
If I should marry with one that were proud,
I love my Love and she loveth me:
Shee would desire more then can wel be alowd,
From such haughty creatures my selfe I will shrowd,
O my love O, there is none &c.
And if I should marry with one that is faire,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
Perhaps Cornu [...]ing might fall to my share,
And so she might work me unto much dispare,
O my love O, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.
And if I should chance to wed one that is small,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
Then shee is not able to doe ought at all,
And yet shéel be apt to scold and to brall,
O my love O, there is none &c.
If I should chance for to marry a scold,
I love my Love, and shée loveth me:
Then I must alwayes by her be controld,
And then my libertie would be quite sold,
O my love O, there is none &c.
Well, I my choise of the first meane to kéepe,
I love my Love, and shée loveth me:
For shee will be quiet when she is asleepe,
And our affections are setled deepe:
O my love O, there is none &c.
Thus to conclude, you that heare my Song,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
When I am wedded Ile praise my wives tong,
But then it never shall doe me once wrong.
With O my Love ô, there is none doth know
How I doe love thee.
Printed at London by M. P. for F. Groue, neere the Sarazens Head without New-gate.