A Constant wife and a kind wife,
A loving wife and a fine wife,
Which gives content unto mans life.
To the tune of Locks and Bolts do hinder
YOng-men and Maids lend me your aids
to speak of my dear swéeting.
It shews how fortune hath betray'd,
and often spoyl'd our méeting.
She likely was for to be rich,
and I a man but meanly,
Wherefore her friedns at me do grudge,
and use me most unkindly.
Her constancy I will declare,
wherein she proved Loyall,
But few that will with her compare,
wh [...]n they are put to Tryall.
Her frinds against her did contend,
because she lent me favour,
They said I quickly all would spend,
if that I might but have her.
They did convey her from my sight,
because she should exempt me,
I could not find my hearts delight,
which sore did discontent me.
I travell'd over craggy Rocks.
o're Mountaines Hills and Vallyes,
But she was kept from me with locks
only through spight and mallice.
But love that conquers Kings and Quéens
herein did shew us favour,
I brought to passe and wrought the meanes
in what place I could have her.
She had an Vncle did detain,
and kéep her person from me,
Which I had very like t'have slain,
because he did so wrong me.
I bouldly came where she did dwell,
and asked for my sweeting,
They said of her they could not tell,
which was to me sad greeting.
But presently she heard my voyce,
and cal'd me at her winder,
O I would come to thee my love,
but doors and locks do hinder,
Whereat amazed I did stand,
to hear her make that answer,
I drew my sword into my hand,
as straight the house did enter,
And then I made the locks to fly,
and doors in pieces shatter,
I vow'd to have her company,
and quickly I came at her.
Her Vncle and some of his men,
did after presant follow,
Who said I nere should out again,
but in my blood should wallow.
But with some hurt done on both sides,
I got my sweet heart from them,
Young men to get your selves such brides
fight for to overcome them.
Then joyn'd we hand's in Hymens bands,
to love and live together,
She lov'd me not for house or Lands,
for I had none of either,
Her love was pure and doth endure,
and so shall mine forever,
Till death do us so much enjure,
as part us from each other.
VVIth hind and veart I will impart
the praise of my dear swéeting,
Now welcome joyes and [...]ace well smart,
blest be the time of meeting.
With my swéet-heart and only dear,
in whom is all my pleasure,
The like of her doth not appear,
she is so blest a creature.
O happy is that time and hour,
that e're I saw thy feature
Sure heavens bliss o [...] me did showre,
to send me such a creature.
She is so pleasing to my eye,
the like was ne [...]er any,
She's vertuous wise and very kind,
she far surpasseth many.
Her comely feature may compare,
with any in Town or City.
For courtesie she is most rare,
likewise she's full of pity.
No V [...]tue that can give consent,
in all that hear her praises.
But God to her the same hath lent,
whereby her glory raises.
Her golden locks like threads of gold,
her eyes like stars do glister.
Her chéeks the Rose and Lillyes fold,
she may be Venus sister.
She hath a dimple in her chin.
her neck shines like the chrystall,
The like hath seldome times béen séen,
she séemeth so celestiall.
Her armes and shoulders are compleat,
her brest like Alablaster,
Her wast and middle is so neat,
theres none that e're surpast her.
Her Eloquence gives such content,
in all that hear her p [...]ases,
That fréely they'l give their consent,
to yéeld her earthly praises.
Her Lilly hands are at command,
to do me any service.
And quickly she will understand,
a matter what so ere tis.
If I bid go, she will not stay,
to work me a displeasure,
But presently she goes away,
and is not this a treasure.
Her parts below Ile not descry,
for they are very neat ones.
A dainty foot, a leg and Thigh,
as can be made of flesh and bones.
She is so perfect in her parts,
that many were inflamed,
On her they wholly set their hearts,
and at her fully aimed.
Thus to conclude and end my Song,
I wish well to the Feamale,
Or else I should do them much wrong,
and proue my self a Tell-tale,
Youngmen adieu prove not untrue,
unto your only swéeting.
Observe your time you néed not rue,
nor curse the time of meeting.
Printed for F. Coles, T, Vere and W, Gilbertson.