The Counterfeit Court Lady: OR, An Answer to, Your Humble Servant Madam.  
Discovering all her cunning Knacks and feats,  
How wittily she doth bestow her Cheats:  
By which she doth much admiration gain,  
And in a splendid Garb herself maintain.  
To the Tune of, Your Humble servant Madam.  
 


I A am a Lass  
That doth surpass,  
the beauties of the City;  
And near the Court,  
Where Blades resort,  
i'm counted wondrous witty:  
I have an oily Tongue,  
And very well it's hung,  
if that you will believe me;  
Your flattering disease,  
My humour cannot please,  
for there's none that can deceive me   

No vapouring Cheat,  
Shall do the feat,  
with such a Girl as I am;  
I'll sit and smile,  
And him beguile,  
and all his Oaths defy 'em:  
He that will cog and lie,  
Gains not my company,  
when once his plot I faddam;  
For I scorn that any man,  
Should ever me trappan,  
with your humble servant Madam.    

The Second Part,  
To the same Tune.  

AT my first Rise,  
I was so wise,  
to gain a great man's favour;  
And by my art,  
I won his heart,  
all by my brisk behaviour:  
Where I had Gold at will,  
My mind for to fulfil,  
he willing was to grant it;  
But though that he is gone,  
And I am left alone,  
I never fear to want it.   

My Rich attire,  
Made all admire,  
and by what means I gained it;  
I have a knack,  
To drink good Sack,  
and bravely to maintain it;  
With my Pearl about my neck,  
And my Gallants at a beck,  
I used to drain their Purses;  
Before they will not grant,  
Whatever I do want,  
they'll sell both Coach and Horses.   

To train up youth,  
I speak the truth,  
upon my Reputation;  
I do excel,  
And do it well,  
as any in the Nation:  
If I may gain their gold,  
I'll make them free and bold,  
there's none that shall outvie them,  
For all the art of Love,  
You shall of them approve,  
when e'er you please to try them.   

Young Ladies they  
Observe my way,  
they think I am a neat one;  
If I do glance,  
Or Sing, or Dance,  
I am a most complete one.  
Though my breeding was not great,  
Yet I have learned the feat,  
for to delude a Sinner;  
To sit upon his Lap,  
And catch him in a trap,  
for I am no young beginner.   

How happy he  
Is thought to be,  
that by his comely carriage,  
Hath got the Art,  
To win my heart,  
and treat with me of Marriage:  
When I seem to comply,  
He knows no reason why,  
but that he may believe me;  
Thus I get Diamond Rings,  
And many pretty things,  
for none could e'er deceive me.   

Thus with my wit,  
Great benefit,  
and Riches I have gotten;  
Which I in store,  
Keep for the Poor,  
when I am dead and rotten:  
He shall be paid full well,  
That Rings my Passing-Bell,  
and digs my Grave a fadam,  
Then all that can be said,  
Here lies one Buried,  
that was a Ranting Madam.     

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.