Thus every man doth know, doth know, And his beginning see, But none so wise can shew, can shew, What will his ending be. No sooner was his father dead, But this his wild and wanton son, And being but of tender years In gluttony and drunkenness Forgetting quite that drunkenness, Of all the sins will soonest bring Within the seas of wanton love, And therefore kept them secretly Apparrell'd all like gallant youths Their garments were of crimson silk, He gave them for their cognizance In which two silver arrows seem'd Thus secret were his wanton sports, Thus private was his pleasure, Thus harlots in the shape of men, Did waste away his treasure. Oh, woe to lust and treachery! Yet he repented not at all, For sin had made him blind. But in his heart desired a change And so discharging of his train, And into Antwerp speedily, For still, quoth he, the Dutchland froes Are kind to Englishmen, I'll have my pleasure of those girls, Or never come again : And being arriv'd in Antwerp streets, He met a lovely dame, That was a widow's daughter dear, Of good report and fame. Her beauty, like the purple rose, So glistered in his eye, That ravish'd with the sam Her secret company. But she like to an honest maid, As was his false intent. An hundred days he wholly spent, But nothing he prevail'd at all, For like a lustful lecher he Found such convenient time, That he enforced her to drink, Till she was drunk with wine. And being overcharged with wine, For being senseless there, she lost Her sweet virginity, Which she had kept full twenty years, With great severity. Therefore, good virgins, take good heed, Lest you be thus beguiled, When wine is settled in your brain, And mark, I pray, what then befell In pining grief she languish'd long And would not come, for very shame, Her womb at last began to swell, Her babe received life; And being neither widow nor maid, Nor yet a married wife, Did wish that she had ne'er been born, Or in her cradle died, Then angels at the gate of heaven This babe that breedeth in my womb, That hold such love in scorn. |