How Lovers Mistake, The Addresses they make, When they swear to be Constant and true; For all the Nymphs hold, Tho' the Sport be still old, That their Play-mates must ever be new: Each pretty new Toy, How they'll long to enjoy, And then for a newer will Pine; But when they perceive, Others like what they leave, Then they cry for their Bauble again. PERKIN _in a_ Cole-Sack: _Or, the_ Collier's _Buxome Wife of St._ James's. [Music] Come all that are disposed a while, And listen to my Story; I shall not you of ought beguile, But plainly lay before ye: How Buxome _Ruth_ had often strove, With no small Pains and Labour; Her own Sufficiency to prove, By many a Brawny Neighbour. She oft was heard for to Complain, But still with little Profit; That Nature made her Charms in vain, Unless some good come of it: Her Booby seldom was at home, And therefore could not please her; Which made more welcome Guest to come, In Charity to ease her. Her wishes all were for an Heir, Tho' _Venus_ still refus'd her; Which made the pensive Sinner Swear The Goddess had abus'd her: And since her Suit she did deny, To shew her good Intention; She was resolv'd her self to try An Old, but rare Invention. Abroad by known Example taught, To one with Child she hasts her; Whereby five Guineas which she brought, The Bargain is made fast, Sir: The Infant soon as brought to light, (For so they had agreed it) Must fall to Buxome _Ruth_ by right, To save her sinking Credit. Her petticoats with Cushions rear'd, Her Belly struts before her; Her _Ben's_ Abilitys are prais'd, And he poor Fool adores her. Her Stomach sick, and squeamish grown, She pewkes like Breeding Woman, While he is proud to make it known, That he has prov'd a true Man. Nine Months compleat, the trusty Dame, Her Pain she finds increases; While _Ruth_ affected with the same, Makes ugly and wry Faces: And now a Coach must needs be had, The Brat to shake about, Sir; But e'er return'd _Ben_ was a Dad, For _Perkin_ had crept out, Sir. The good Ale Firkin strait is tapp'd, And Women all are Jolly; While no one in her round is 'scap'd, For fear of Melancholy: And _Ruth_ in Bed could in her turn, Tho' modest of Behaviour; With all her Heart a Bob have born, Had she not fear'd a Feaver. Thus Jovially the time they spend, In Merriment and Quaffing; Whilst each one does the Brat commend, As _Ben_ did still keep Laughing: And now to tell is my Intent, How Fortune to Distaste her; _Ruth's_ future Boasting did prevent, By one most sad Disaster.