The olde bride, or The gilded beauty To a dainty new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A16829 of text S115953 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 3730). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A16829 STC 3730 ESTC S115953 99851170 99851170 16433 2240909247

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A16829) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 16433) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1541:03) The olde bride, or The gilded beauty To a dainty new tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. for Thomas Lambert, at the sign of the Hors-shoe in Smithfield, Printed at London : [1635?] Verse - "Nor morning red". Publication date conjectured by STC. In two parts; woodcut illustration at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The olde bride, or The gilded beauty. To a dainty new tune. [no entry] 1635 2 580 1 0 0 0 0 0 17.24 C The rate of 17.24 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The olde Bride , OR The gilded Beauty . To a dainty new tune .

NOr morning red nor blushing faire , Be through your glasse or curtaine spide ; But cloudy gray , like the short haire Of year old euerlasting Bride . So old , So wondrous old , In the nonage of time , Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . Whose swarthy dry Westphalia lips , Are sunke to mumy in her skin , Whose gums are empty , and her lips Like eye-lids hairy ; and as thin : So old , So wondrous old , In the nonage of time , Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . For amourous sighs which Virgins vse , She coughs aloud through lungs decaid , And with her palsie cannot chuse But quake like trembling of a maid : So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . If that her Bridegroome be ill sped , Hée 's not the first that hath béen sad : For hée 's the last heire to her bed , Of seuen before that she hath had . So old , So wondrous old , In the nonage of time Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . Why should her husband then vexe heauen , Or for a plenteous off-spring beg ? Since all the issue can be giuen , Is that which runneth in her leg . So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere-Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . Of losing her there is no doubt . Nor néed you aske where she doth dwell : For you may easily scent her out , As hounds do finde their game by 'th smel . So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime .
The second part , To the same tune .

HEr nose and chin are now grown friends , & méet together louingly : From danger these her mouth defends , So néere they ioyne in vnity . So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . Her painting serues her turne no more , Her face is like 〈…〉 's wall That hath so oft béen plaister'd ore , With age at length it néeds must fall . So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere Adam-were a beard she was in her prime . Her husband hath no cause to dread , ( As many bee through iealousie ) That any will defile his bed , There 's none will vse such charity . So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere Adam wore a beard she was in her prime . What hath béen spoken is not meant Any old woman to disgrace , But she who is to mariage bent , When deaths character 's in her face . So old , So wondrous old , in the nonage of time Ere Adam word a beard she was in her prime . FINIS .

Printed at London for Thomas Lambert , at the sign of the Hors-shoe in Smithfield .