THE Sister's Complaint For the Decay of the GALLANTS.  
To the Tune of, Will women's Vanities never have End.  

I.  
YE Geudly Sisters! have a care  
How you these Gallants trust,  
A sadder Tale you ne'er did hear,  
Then now unfold, I must.  
It happened lately that a Fair Maid,  
In London, would have set up her Trade,  
But by a Gallant was made a Jade.  
Alack what shall we do?   

II.  
She thought him able, to perform  
What e'er he undertook,  
And knew he could do her no harm,  
For all his Lofty Look.  
She was in hopes to have enough,  
But when it came unto the proof,  
This Gallant went out like a Candle Snuff.  
Alack what shall we do?   

III.  
First at the Tavern, they did move  
Their Active Bloods, with Wine.  
She saw that this would not improve,  
Or further her design;  
With that she Thought if this would not do ' it,  
They'd have a Dram of Brandy to boot,  
The Dev'l's in't then if he come not to't.  
Alack what shall we do?   

iv  
So hand in hand away they went,  
To see how this would take,  
And stayed not long for the Event,  
Such Courage Brandies make.  
For they had not been long at the Platter,  
But at him, her Mouth did water,  
And he, was eager to be at her.  
Alack what shall we do?   

V  
They had no opportunity,  
To play their Loving Game,  
But where another Girl did lie,  
No matter for her Name.  
Who it seems did play Bopeep,  
Or, as they call it, slept Dogsleep,  
Because she did their Reckoning keep.  
Alack what shall we do?   

VI  
They did enjoy their wished content,  
Within the Naked Bed.  
But e'er her brisk desire was spent,  
The Gallant, he, was Dead.  
Yet, in an hour, it is well known,  
He was but four times up and down,  
If none but such Men serve the Town.  
Alack what shall we do?    

LONDON, Printed for J. E. at the Marigold near Salisbury Court in Fleetstreet. 1684.