The forsaken Maids Frolic OR, A Farewell to fond Love,  
In which she doth plainly and properly prove,  
That a flattering tongue is the ruin of Love,  
And therefore all you that are well in your wits,  
Beware of Trappans, Maid look to your Hits.  
The Tune is, The Knight and begger-wench.  
 

YOu Females all give ear,  
To that which I shall declare  
and listen unto my Song,  
I loved a young man as fair  
To me he past compare,  
my too much Love did me wrong,  
He often did vow and professed,  
that he would be true to me:  
But now he's forsworn  
I scorn for to mourn,  
Another's as good as he.   

The features of his face  
Did yield becoming grace,  
but his tongue & his heart were base:  
When first he began to toy,  
I seemed a little coy,  
and yet my heart leapt for joy.  
so frolic he was and free  
in coakfing and kissing of me,  
that had he but  
more me put too't,  
I had been as bad as he,   
 

His teeth did appear like Pearls  
His locks they hung down in Curls,  
May fetter a thousand Girls,  
His forehead is mounted high  
And whiter than Ivory,  
This is a brave man thought I.  
His lips had a very good smack,  
His Eyes wereboth bonny & black,  
Thought I, if I wed,  
For board or bed,  
Here's one that will hold me tack.   

When he about me clung  
You would think that an Angel sung,  
So musical was his Tongue,  
To make my heart believe  
He could both sigh and grieve,  
The Devil so tempted Eve,  
This flattering fawning Elf,  
When he had got all my pelf,  
And squandered my goods,  
He left me i'th' suds  
And bid me go hang myself.   
 

But tarry, soft and fair,  
More Men in the World there are  
why should I fall in despair,  
Since my first Love is spoiled  
And I am yet undefiled,  
I'll never be more beguiled.  
his falsehood hath set me free,  
and now for another I'll be,  
harm watch, harm catch.  
he's met with his match.  
Let him go and be hanged for me.   

My spirits I will advance  
I'll learn to sing and dance,  
but love now and then by chance,  
If any Man me will board,  
Though he swear by his soul & sword,  
I'll never believe a Word,  
my reason shall be my guide,  
my honesty be my pride,  
for if we grant them a kiss  
men think that it is,  
No more but get up and ride.   

'tis neither the tongue or pen  
Of any falsehearted men,  
shall flatter my faith again,  
Since my first Love did get  
My Money by sly deceit,  
another shall pay the debt.  
whatever he gives I'll take  
and merry myself I'll make,  
Her mind is amiss  
That really is  
A Lover for Conscience sake.   
 

If a Suitor do turn a jew,  
And will not give Love his due,  
Why should a young Wench be true  
If Wooing be but the Way  
To flatter and then betray,  
We'll flatter as well as they,  
For they that can break a vow,  
Teach women what they shall 〈◊〉  
If ●o play fast and lose  
Be good for the Goose,  
'tis good for the Gander too.   

For if a deceitful man  
My treasury will Trappan,  
I'll Coakes him again if I can,  
And if there be ne'er a hell  
For Lovers that lies do tell,  
A Woman may do't as well,  
If Bachelors prove not true  
The Maidens may do so too.  
'tis Wit for Wit,  
And Hit for Hit,  
And this is but Qui● for Quo.   

But yet the powers above  
Do nothing so much approve,  
as Loyal and constant Love,  
When honest intent invites  
And spirit with spirit unites,  
those Lovers have true delights,  
When all the deceitful Gives  
That cousin by twenty and twelve  
'tis forty to one  
 the Game be done,  
They shall be deceived themselves.    

Printed for W. Whitwood at the Golden Bell at Ducklane End.