Or good Advice to Maidens, that they may not be drawn into Priminaryes by the specious Pretences of their seeming Amorist's, who having once obtained their Wills, leave & forsake their betray'd Mistresses.

Take my Advice while you are free,
And Young-Men do not trust,
They promise fare as fare can be,
But mean what is unjust.
Tune, When busie Fame.
COme mourn with me you Ladies all,
whom Young men have betrayed,
I was belov'd of great and small,
and thought a virtuous Maid:
At length a Young-Man to me came
and he did me much wrong,
For he betray'd a harmless Maid
with his deludeing Tongue.
Such vows and Protestations he
did to me often use,
With sighs, and Sobs that pittyed me,
so that I could not chuse
But condescend to his desire,
by which I me ruin'd quite,
In a haples hour he crop't the Flower
wherein I took delight.
My Virgins Name I must disown.
which grieves me to the Heart,
And since my Maiden-head is flown
I feele such deadly smart,
That makes me oft desire to dye
to be freed from that shame,
All will bestow on me I know
whoever hear the same.
But this may somewhat me excuse,
which brings me some content,
Obstinately I did Refuse,
and would not give consent,
Till he did vow and swear to me
he would make me his Wife,
But now I find, he hath chang'd his mind,
I am weary of my life.
ANd he from me is fled and gone
a false and perjur'd wretch,
Whilst by my self I make my moan,
and many a sigh do fetch,
But 'tis in vain I plainly find
since nothing will availe,
Why should I sigh away my life
unless I could prevail.
Take warning by me Maidens fair
and do not be Trappand,
To their pretences give no Ear,
for if they understand
You'r of a gentle Nature,
and begin to them to yield,
They'l flatter on till you'r undone
and they have won the Field.
When they have got what they desire
their passion's at an End,
They'l coole that seeming fervent fire
and you shall lose your Friend,
But keep them at a distance, and
you'l find them stoop amain,
So you may be from dangers free,
and need not to complain.
Such good Advice I once did want
which makes me now lament,
And when too late I think upon't
it breeds such discontent,
That I do wish ten thousand times
I had his Suit deny'd,
Who now I find doth prove unkind,
and me hath terrified.
False hearted men where e're you be
think not for to Escape,
For what you gain by Treachery
is next kinn to a Rape,
And will in time requited be
with some most just reward
Hereafter then prove honest Men,
and faithful to your word.

Printed for, F. Cole. T. Vere. J Wright. J Clark. W. Thackery. and T. Passenger.

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