The Maiden's Delight: OR, A dainty New Dialogue.  

A Vaporing Gallant came the Maid to woe  
But she denied and said she would not do  
He profferred Ribbans, Gloves, and gay gold Rings  
But she refused all manner of such things.  
She said the greatest comfort of her life  
Was to be made some honest Tradesman's wife.   
To the Tune of, Behold the man with a glass in his hand. Or, The Mountebank of York.  
 
 Man. 

I am a jovial Bachelor,  
and free from care and strife,  
I nothing in the world do want  
and yet I want a wife:  
Therefore sweet Cupid guide me,  
and help me to a Love,  
That may both kind and loving be  
and honest to me prove.   

'tis known to all my neighbours I  
am one and twenty years old,  
And I have store and plenty of  
white Silver and red Gold,  
I have both goods and Cattle,  
I have both house and Land,  
I have my horse, my Hawk, my hound,  
and all things at command   

My hat is made of Beaver brave,  
my hand of Flaunders Lace,  
My golden Belt about my neck,  
my person for to grace:  
My silver haunched Rapier  
both make a gallant show,  
And I am well accounted of  
by all that do me know,   

I have my knots of Ribbans brave  
along my Codpiece tide  
I have my golden fancies  
meet round at every side  
So high as is my pocket holes,  
deny it he that can  
Let all that sees me judge if I  
am not a proper man   

And now sweet Betty I am come  
a wooing unto thee,  
I prithee tell me out of hand  
if thou canst fancy me,  
If thou canst truly love me  
i'll take thee to my wife,  
And thou shalt surely always live,  
A sweet contented life.   

I'll furnish thee with rare delights,  
as Ribbans and gold rings  
Perfumed, Gloves and Bracelets  
and such like costly things  
With a Beaver hat and a taffata scarf fine  
and a new-fashion silken gown  
So thou shalt be as brave a Girl.  
as any in the town   

The second part,  
to the same Tune.  
 Maid. 

GOod Sir I thank you kindly for  
your proffered courtesy  
But this I tell you plainly here  
in truth and verity  
That I shall never love you  
whilst I on earth remain  
Therefore forbear and say no more  
spend not your breath in vain.   

'tis not your cunning speeches that  
shall tempt me unto sin  
For all your wealth and riches sir,  
I value not a pin  
I will not wed a Prodigal  
though he be never so brave  
But if ever I marry whilst I live,  
some Tradesman I will have.   

A Prodigal will domineer,  
and soon consume his store,  
Which being gone he knows not how  
nor which way to get more  
But the brave resolved tradesman  
is free from such like sorrow  
If he wants money over night,  
he'll work for more next morrow   

A spendthrift that consumeth  
and sells his land for gold  
Is very like to live in want  
or beg when he is old  
But the Noble-minded tradesman,  
his work goes for ward still  
For he hath meat and drink enuf,  
and all things else at wil   

So now you honest Bachelors  
you partly know my mind  
If I can with a Tradesman meet,  
that will to me prove kind  
If that he takes me to his wife,  
I will him dearly love,  
And i'll be as faithful unto him  
as is the Turtle Dove.   

I do confess gay Ribbons  
becomes the breeches fine,  
And that the golden fancies  
will make the Codpiece shine  
But before I will be married  
to such a Prodigal  
I'll live a Maid and die a Maid,  
and that's a word for all.   Man. 

Farewell you scornful minion  
I bid thee now adve  
I never do intent to come,  
again to trouble you,  
I'll rest myself contented  
until that I can find  
A wife that is more fitting and  
agreeable to my mind.   Maid. 

Why then farewel proud Coxcomb  
and this I tell thee plain  
Thy pride and thy ambition,  
I hold in much disdain,  
Rather than such a jack as thou,  
shouldst be my company keeper,  
I'll marry with a Beggar-man  
or with a Chimney-Sweeper.   
Finis.  
L. P.    

London Printed for Fran. Grove on Snow-hill.