To her brown Beard.  

For i'll warrant the Girl he'll Love the.  
This Counsel doth advise all Maidens, kind,  
To have a ca●e lest Cupid make them blind,  
Whereby to dote on Young men's fickle Love,  
Which their actions will unconstant prove:  
Husbands enough, and plenty may be had,  
Some very good, and some exceeding bad;  
Then come fair Maids, pray pick and choose the best,  
And let Old Nick make use of all the rest,   
Tune of Sweet is the Lass, or my maidenhead will not o'er load me.  
 

YOu pretty Ladies all  
That merrily are disposed  
Once again to you I call  
To hear what is disclosed?  
It's but a jest, yet 'tis the best,  
And such conceits doth move me,  
To tell you true, as you may know  
Which is the man doth love thee.   

In the first place I shall you tell  
How you may easily find him;  
Do but observe his carriage well;  
Yet make though you did not mind him:  
Observe also how he doth go,  
As thy fancy it doth move thee,  
I she he fair and honest too  
I'll warrant thee girl he'll love thee.   

If he be of nature meek and mild,  
Or of a carriage civil,  
But if he has a Girl with Child  
Oh that's an action evil,  
Such a beard do not come near,  
Though he vows to lie above thee,  
But it he's one that's fair and young  
I'll warrant thee girl he'll love thee.   

But of a wanton have a care,  
That will both drink and swagger,  
He'll bring his Toushold poor and hare  
Himself will turn a Beggar:  
But it thoused find one of thy mind  
You shall no whit disprove me,  
Make choice of one that near did wrong  
I'll warrant etc.   

Be not afraid of a Carrot heard  
They're good when they be sodden,  
So is a Ten that hath new said  
If she be not too much trodden,  
Brown Tair I find is true and kind,  
I speak as't doth bohove me,  
But black I wis, hath a good kiss,  
I'll warrant etc.   

A red Haired man will find a Purse  
To sit long on Alebenches,  
But yettow Hair is ten times worse,  
He loves to follow menthes:  
And for grey Hair, is full of care,  
Young flesh it will move thee,  
But he that's turled above the world  
I'll warrant etc.   

Of sandy-Hair have a great care.  
For fear lest he be jealous,  
And of a red Nose to beware,  
For he doth love the Alehouse:  
Let not a red come in thy bed,  
White Hair is it will move thee.  
But perfect brown's the hest in Town,  
I'll warrant etc.   

The Flaten Hair it is very good,  
And of such a civil carriage,  
Leather beards of a sturvy mood:  
join not with him in marriage:  
A down looked man that's pale and wan.  
Of all delights he'll prove the,  
Red theary theek is mild and week,  
I'll warrant etc.   

From others let toy praise proceed  
When as they do come near thee,  
There's some do make great shows indeed  
But will not love you dearly.  
Of such beware and have a care.  
I speak as't doth behoove me.  
Choose but him that is like to me,  
I'll warrant etc.   

Some maidens they do sore lament  
Because they are forsaken.  
Therefore these lines I did invent  
That none should ve mistaken  
So maids adieu I did to you,  
Trial it is approved in me,  
Think what you will, the brown Hair still  
I'll warrant thee girl, he'll love thee.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pie-corner.