The Bachelor's Forecast, OR, Cupid unblessed being an Answer to Cupid's Trappan or up the Green Forest.  
Though many Zelots do in Love seem holy  
Yet he accounts it all to be but folly.  
To the Tune of Cupis Trappan.  
 
 

ONce did I love and a very pretty Girl,  
Thinking to make her my own,  
Although she did look like the mother of Pearl,  

Yet now am I fledged and flown brave Boys.  
yet now am I fledged and flown.    

I wooed her and sued her yet she did deny,  
She answered she would have none,  
The humour of love I defy,  

But now am I fleged and flown brave Boys,    

I tried my Art to make her to me sure,  
And still I did call her my own,  
At last she'd endure to stoop to the lure,  

But now I am fledged and flown brave Boys,    

Since she doth so scorn me, with Sack i'll Adorn me  
I will be out witted by none,  
These feminine creatures are absolute theatres  

But now am I fleged and flown brave Boys.    

But since I forsook her, what fancy hath took her  
In the Forest she seeks for her own,  
She hoops & she howls like woodcocks or Owls  

Her bonny Birds fledged and flown brave Boys    

My humour some Love, I could not approve,  
Her humour was single alone;  
Now I have another that better than tother,  

Her bonny Birds fledged and flown brave Boys    
 

ANd now I do here she fain would draw near,  
For now she doth call me her own,  
I care not for that i'll keep out of her trap,  

Her bonny birds fledged and flown brave Boys,    

Why should I be tied her humour to hide.  
I'll never be linked to one;  
Count Maidens and Mauthers twenty to ten,  

Her bonny birds fledged and flown brave Boys    

I always did wait on my pretty Love Kate,  
Intending my Love for to marry,  
But since she is no better, I'm none of her debtor,  

The Devil shall have her for Harry brave Boys.    

I might have had all, and have given her the fall,  
there's nothing that would me hinder,  
But something that worse Child, Cradle, & Nurse,  

I never would light the tinder brave Boys.    

If any one tax me of falsehood in Love.  
And say i'll prove true to none,  
I pulled out my Sickle because she was Fickle,  

Her bonny birds fledged and flown brave boys,    

If Love hath bewitched her, what is it to me,  
I wonder blind Cupid would let her,  
Since she is not smutcht nor her honesty touched.  

Why should she betide in the fetter brave boys.    

So long as she is free, she cares not for me,  
Her Maiden head is her honour,  
If she sing and laugh i'll merelly quaff,  

And ne'er spend an idle thought on her brave boys    

If she sing and swagger, i'll drink till I stagger,  
The humour of Love, I defy it,  
Turn Willow to wine therein I will pine,  

Better live with it, then by it brave boys.    

I'm come from the wars without any scars,  
Although I was most in the Action,  
My money doth think, and I must have some drink,  

And a pox on this foolish love faction, etc.    

Though I am no Cripple yet well I can Tipple,  
I scorn for to bauk my Liquor,  
The juice of the Grape tastes better than Kate,  

To the Tavern I am a close sticker.    

But yet I advise, let's be merry and wise,  
To shun many future disasters,  
Though young men may find that Maidens are kind  

Yet never let Love be your masters.    

If I'd not marched off, she at me would scoff,  
I'd rather at Sea for to venture,  
If I lose Leg or Arm 'tis not so much harm,  

As steering out Love to the centre, etc.    

'Tis better for you to live as you be,  
Then a false hearted maid for to marry,  
Not all the deceit of Bes● Sue and Kate,  

Could never Trappan honest Harry.    
FINIS.   

With Allowance.   

Printed, by P. L. for R. Burton at the Horse-shoe in West-smith-field.