Advice to the Ladies of LONDON, In the Choice of their Husbands.  
To an Excellent new Court Tune.  
This may be Printed, R.P.  
 

LAdies of London both wealthy and fair,  
whom every Town Fop is pursuing,  
Still of your Persons and Purses take care  
the greatest deceit lies in Wooing:  
From the first rank of the bonny brisk sparks  
their Vices I here will discover  
Down to the basest mechanic Degree  
that so you may choose out your Lover.   

First for the Courtier look to his Estate  
before he to far be proceeding,  
He of Court Favours and Places will prate,  
and settlements make of his Breeding:  
Nor wear the yoke of dull Country Clown,  
although they are fat in their Purses;  
Brush you with Bristles and toping full Fowls.  
make Love to their Dogs and their Horses.   

But above all, the rank Citizen hate;  
the Court or the Country choose rather;  
Would you have a Blockhead that gets an Estate  
by Sins of the Cuckold his Father?  
The breaking Clown intreaging does mar,  
the Prentices husting and ranting,  
Cit▪ puts on his Sword, when without Temple-Bar  
and goes to Whitehall a Gallanting.   
 
 
 

Let no spruce Officer keep you in awe,  
the Sword is a thing Transitory;  
Nor be blown up by the Lungs of the Law,  
a World has been cheated before you:  
Soon you will find your Captain grow bold  
and then 'twill be hard to get from him,  
But if the Lawyer touch your Copyhold  
the Devil can ne'er bring you from him.   

Fly like the Plague from the huffing brave Boys  
that Court you with many Bravadoes,  
Tyr'ing your senses with Bombast and Noise  
and Stories brought from the Barbadoss:  
And besides, ever the Doctor, that Fool,  
who seeking to mend your Condition,  
Tickles your Pulse, peeps in your Close-stool,  
then sets up a famous Physician.   

Choose not a spark that has known the Town,  
who makes it his Practice to Bully,  
You'd better take up with a Country Clown  
he'll make an officious Cully;  
You with a word may his Passion appease  
and make him a Cuckold at leisure;  
Give him but money to live at his ease,  
you may follow Intrigues at your Pleasure.   

Neither admire much a Man that is will 〈…〉  
if ere you intent to deceive him,  
He cunning Plots and Intrigues will  
and trap you, ere you shall perceive h〈…〉  
Therefore beware that he never disclose  
your Tricks, if he does he will slight  
He'll keep a gay Mistress under your nos 〈…〉  
if it be but on purpose to spite you.   

But if you'd thrive, and grow wealthy a 〈…〉  
then marry a doting old Sinner;  
What if you view there Old Time in high 〈…〉  
you will by that bargain be winner;  
You may have lusty Gallants good store,  
if you can produce but th' Guinea,  
And those young Coxcombs your Face w 〈…〉  
if this don't please, Old Nick is in y 〈…〉    

LONDON: Printed for J. Back, at the Black Boy, Drawbridge on London-Bridge.