Then use your wit, the maid replied, If you prove kind, the maiden said, And then I soon will change this tune, With that the young man bad her, but With that they both concluded were, For when her oath was verified That she swore by King Harry, She never stay'd, but quickly said, Sweetheart now let us marry. This young's man's love was quickly cold, Fair maidens all take good advice These follies to prevent; For she that to perform her vow, So long a time did tarry, Was brought to shame, and much defame, Before that she did marry. XXX. THE MAID'S COMPLAINT OF HER [From MOTHER. "the Muses Garden. 1610."] My father fain would have me take A man that hath a beard, For I have liv'd these fourteen years, What need she then to cast such fears, Can any body tell! As though young women do not know That custom will not let them woo; I would be glad if I might chuse, My mother bids me go to school, That maidens are for young men fit; How soon my mother hath forgot When I am dry I may not drink; Though her desire be now grown old She must have fire when she is cold. You see the mother loves the son, I will not live thus idle still, My mother shall not have her will, My father speaketh like a man, I will be married do what she can. XXXI. "A rare example of a virtuous maid in Paris, who was by her own mother procured to be put in prison, thinking thereby to compel her to Popery: but she continued to the end, and finished her life in the fire." IT Tune is--O man in desperation. was a lady's daughter, Of Paris properly, Her mother her commanded To mass that she should hie : With weeping and wailing To assemble her kinsfolks, That they the truth may know; Who being then assembled They did this maiden call, And put her into prison, To fear her therewithal. |