The subtile damosel: or, Good counsel for maids. Wherein she shews to every maiden fair, to take heed of false young men wherever they are: for Frummety Dick doth love well the kettle, and porrige pot Will is a man of great mettle. To the tune of, The new made gentlewoman, Wade, John, fl. 1660-1680. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06564 of text R35231 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W172). 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 B06564 15077991 Wing W172 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[98] ESTC R35231 99890014 ocm99890014 182015 2248547713

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06564) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182015) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[98]) The subtile damosel: or, Good counsel for maids. Wherein she shews to every maiden fair, to take heed of false young men wherever they are: for Frummety Dick doth love well the kettle, and porrige pot Will is a man of great mettle. To the tune of, The new made gentlewoman, Wade, John, fl. 1660-1680. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for Richard Hardy at the Horshoe in West Smithfield., London, : [1681] Verse: "I once had a servant ..." Signed: By J. Wade. Date of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The subtile damosel: or, Good counsel for maids. Wherein she shews to every maiden fair, to take heed of false young men wherever they are: for Frumme Wade, John, fl. 1681 1 749 2 0 0 0 0 0 26.7 C The rate of 26.7 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Subtile Damosel . Or , Good Counsel for Maids . Wherein she shews to every Maiden fair , To take heed of false young men wherever they are : For Frummety Dick doth love well the Kettle , And porrige pot Will is a man of great mettle . To the Tune of , the new made Gentlewoman ,

I Once had a Servant , as other Maids have That pretented to love me but he proved a knave : He thought by his tricks to overcome me , But I was as cunning and crafty as he . His tongue was so tipt with temptations that I Out of his presence or sight could not lie ; He call'd me his hony , his duck and his dear : But now his words to me he doth them forswear , But now I am frée from him , I 'm glad in my heart : Its never be said , I will mourn When we part : But unto all Maids now the truth I will show To take héed of false young men wherever they go . I' th' first place take heed , and beware what I say ▪ For when you are bound , they 'l force you to obey : Nere trust a man that hath a red Nose , Before he 'l want his liquor he 'l pawn your best cloaths : There 's Dick came and Harry : both Robin and Will Have showed themselves clowns , and so they 'l be still : For Peter at dancing he put them all down But John kist the best of all men in the Town . But though I did promise him and count him the best Yet he can dissemble as well as the rest : From eightéen to thirty these young men I mind Loves a wench in a corner , if they can them find . For this I 'm resolved , and so I say still , There 's not one amongst twenty but he both prove ill : Search every City and Town you shan't see A man that proves constant and faithful to be Though John of good mettle , and counted so civil , At a Frumme●y Kettle he 'l fight with the Devil : Or at long spoon and custard he 's a right honest man : But I have forsook him then love him who can . There 's Bob a good fellow to give him his due : Such a young man again I think there is but few : Yet with one disease he is troubled I smell , If he méet with a wench , he can't kiss her but tell . Also came the Taylor and the Weaver I discern , The one is for Shreds , the others for Yarn : These two boon Companion● work hard I do see , And they 'r striving which of them the best thief will be , Last Valentines day I met with my Dear , He took me by the hand , and lead me to the Fair : He gave me fine fairings , to kiss me was bold : But at last I do give him the dog for to hold , His eloquent spéeches could do him no good , I can give him fair words , and then leave i' th' mud : He talkt of déep learning , but I did him tell That he went to school in some bottomless well . The world now adaies it is come to that pass , That every Boy now doth look for a Lass : There s Bacon-fac'd Harry as short as my thumb , All arse and no body , Sing come pudding come . These young men & more of them which I could name , To wrong pretty Maidens they think it no shame . But what shou'd we speak on 't ? it oft has been tri'd , That honest young men they cannot abide . Thus Maids have I told you some part of my mind , How 't is very heard a good Husband to find . Though my Love hath left me , to grieve I ne'er shall : If the rest prove no better , old Nick take them all By J. Wade Finis .

London , Printed for Richard Hardy at the Horshoe in West Smithfield .