The Ranting Whores Resolution: 
Wherein you will find that her only Treasure  
Consisteth in being a Lady of Pleasure.   
To the Tune of, General Monks March.  
 woodcut of man in tree watching couple lying on the ground  

OH! fie upon care  
Why should we despair,  
Give me the Lad that will frolic,  
There is no disease,  
But music will please,  
If it were the ston or the colic.  
The Lad that drinks Wine,  
Shall only be mine,  
he that calls for a Cup of Canary,  
That will tipple and sing,  
Kiss, caper, and spring,  
And calls for his Mab, and his Mary.   

Such sinners as these  
My palate will please,  
For this is a Lad that will knock it,  
Provided he be  
Not Niggard to me,  
But carry good gilded in his pocket;  
I care not from whence  
he gets his expense,  
Nor how he comes by his treasure,  
So I have the swéets  
When he and I meets,  
For I am a Lady of pleasure.   

I love a young Heir,  
Whose fortune is fair,  
And frolic in Fishstreet-dinners,  
Who boldly doth call,  
And in private pays all,  
These Boyes are the noble beginners,  
For what the old Father  
In long time did gather,  
he toaps it away without measure,  
Hée'l lie in my lap,  
Like a bide in a trap,  
And call me his Lady of pleasure.   

he wears gallant clothes  
And studies new Oaths  
and gets pretty words from the players  
he swaggers and roars,  
he calls the next Oars,  
And cries, here's a piece for your fairs,  
Thus we in delight  
From morning till night,  
Do study to cast away treasure,  
At night in my arms  
I secure him from harms,  
For I am a Lady of pleasure.   

The second part to the same Tune  
 woodcut of man with hat and sword  woodcut of woman  

WHen this Gallant's broken,  
I've another bespoke,  
And he hath my protestation,  
I call him my Love,  
My jewel, my Dove,  
And swear by my reputation,  
That I never did know  
What love was till now,  
Though I have had men beyond measure  
With such tricks as these  
All Coxcombs I please,  
For I am a Lady of pleasure.   

When they're in the jail,  
They wretchedly rail  
And at me they cast all their curses,  
Let them laugh that win,  
I care not a pin,  
When I have confounded their purses,  
While they have disgraces,  
I know not their faces,  
When warriors of Woodstreet make seizure  
But when they're whole men  
I'l know them again  
For I am a Lady of pleasure.   

I live by the quick  
And not by the sick,  
Or such whose estates lie a bleeding  
My wast must be bound  
By men that are sound,  
For I am a Lass of high feeding  
If once they grow poor,  
No money, no Whore,  
And yet they shall wait on my leisure,  
I only fulfil  
My fancy and will,  
Which shows me a Lady of pleasure.   

I laugh when they tell  
me stories of Hell  
I think there is no such Cavern,  
If Heaven there be  
( As some will tell me)  
I am sure it must be in the Tavern,  
Where there is no Wine,  
There's nothing divine;  
Wée'l think of a grave at more leisure.  
Boy fill th'other glass  
For I am a Lass  
That will be a Lady of pleasure.   

In freedom and joys  
I'l spend all my daies,  
For there is no greater blessing  
Than music and meat  
Good Wine and the feat,  
And nothing to pay for the dressing;  
Let Sisters precise  
Go turn up their eyes,  
And speak words by line and by leisure;  
If death come at last,  
And take me in hast,  
Then there lies a Lady of pleasure.    
FINIS.   

London, Printed for F. coals, M. Wright, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.