The Court-Miss Converted: OR, A Looking Glass fo● Ladies.  

Her former errors she doth now repent,  
And with unfeigned tears the same lament;  
Resolving now a godly life to lead.  
And in such wicked paths no more to tread:  
Which may a good example be to all;  
To rise from sin, if they by frailty fall.   
Tune of, England's fair dainty Dames.  
 
 

WHen Phoebus with his Beams,  
guilded the Christial Day,  
I heard a mournful voice,  
thus to lament and say,   

You Ladies of Renown,  
give ear unto my Song;  
Because that unto you  
it chief doth belong.   

Of Noble Parentage  
'tis known that I was born,  
And those of low Degree,  
too much I held in scorn   

In my fresh blooming years,  
Pride did possess my mind;  
For costly Rich attire,  
I sought always to find.   

My Glass it was my Book,  
wherein I took delight;  
●●…t I used to look,  
from morning until night.   

And for to tell the truth,  
whilst I was in my prime;  
My Beauty did excel  
most Ladies foe my time.   
 
 

GAllants of high Degree,  
came me for to behold;  
And oft presented me  
with Chains of beaten gold.   

Happy he thought himself,  
that could my favour gain;  
For I was nice and coy,  
to all that ever came.   

At length my beauty bright,  
was noised in the Court;  
A place of great delight,  
where Gallants do resort.   

Then was I sent for strait,  
by some of high degree,  
Who then did for me wait,  
and took delight in me.   

Such pleasure there I took,  
as did rejoice my heart;  
All virtue I forsook,  
which did procure my smart.   

The life I there did lead,  
grieves me to think upon,  
For every day I was  
treated by many one.   

Until my Conscience it  
began for to awake;  
And put me in the mind,  
that lend life to forsake.   

Then from those vain delights,  
I did myself withdraw;  
Resolving for to live,  
up to God's Holy Law.   

In heart I do Repent,  
my youthful Vanities;  
Praising the Lord that sent  
his light into my eyes.   

Now from all filthy vice,  
I purpose to refrain,  
And with Repentant tears,  
to wash away my stain.   

And in my Closet I  
daily will pardon crave,  
And to the Lord will cry,  
that he my Soul will save.   

Let my Example teach  
Ladies of each degree:  
Those sins for to avoid,  
which wrought my misery.   

For Pride will have a Fall,  
and Beauty is but vain:  
Strive on the Lord to call,  
and from all vice refrain.   

I wish all sinners they,  
do keep these words in mind:  
That so therein they may  
some comfort daily find.    

Printed for V Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.