Hang Chastity[!] it is for the milking pail, Ladies ought to be more valiant: Not to be confin’d in body and mind Is the temper of a right she Gallant; Hither all you Amazons that are true To this famous Dildoe profession, She is no bonny Lass that fears to transgress The Act against Fornication. The Country Dame, that loves the old sport, Or delights in a new invention, May be fitted here, if they please to repair To this high ranting Convention; If you are weary of your Coyn, Or of your Chastity, Here is costly toyes, or hot-metled boyes, That will ease you presently. Both curious heads and wanton tailes May here have satisfaction; Here is all kind of ware, that useful are For pride or provocation; Here’s Drugs to paint, or Powder to perfume, Or Ribbon of the best fashion; Here’s dainty meat will fit you for the feat Beyond all expectation. Here’s curious patches to set out your faces, [p. 89.] And make you resemble the sky; Or here’s looking-glasses to shew the poor Asses, Your Husbands, their destiny; Here’s bawbles too to play withall, And some to stand in stead; This place doth afford both for your brow, And stallions for your head. Old Ladies here may be reliev’d, If Ushers they do lack, Or if they’ll not discharge their husbands at large, But grow foundred in the back; Green visag’d Damsels, that are sick Of a troubled Maidenhead, May here, if they please, be cur’d of the disease And their green colours turn’d to red. [p. 95.] _The Tyrannical Wife._ It was a man, and a jolly old man, Come love me whereas I lay, And he would marry a fair young wife The clean contrary way. He woo’d her for to wed, to wed, Come love me whereas I lay, And even she kickt him out of the bed The clean contrary way. Then for her dinner she looked due, Come love me whereas I lay, Or else would make her husband rue The clean contrary way. She made him wash both dish and spoon, Come love me whereas I lay, He had better a gone on his head to _Rome_ The clean contrary way. She proved a gallant huswife soon, Come love me whereas I lay, She was every morning up by noon The clean contrary way, She made him go to wash and wring, [p. 96.] Come love me whereas I lay, And every day to dance and sing The clean contrary way. She made him do a worse thing than this, Come love me whereas I lay, To father a child was none of his, The clean contrary way. Hard by a bush, and under a brier, Come love me whereas I lay, I saw a holy Nun lye under a Frier The clean contrary way.