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Pasquils mistresse: or The vvorthie and vnworthie woman VVith his description and passion of that furie, iealousie.
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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would true honour crush And make her soule vnto her minde a brush And loues entirely where she takes affection Makes mans life happie in his loues direction She that is Nobly borne and Princely bredde Heauenly enclin'd and holily disposed A Sarahs spirit and a Indiths head And haue her comforts in that care enclosed That haue their rest in vertue all reposed Such an Angelicall Creature in a wife Might make a king to knowe a happie life She that doth rather loue to heare than speake And rather striues to vnderstand than teach And neuer will the bands of honour breake Nor euer seeke to clime aboue her reach Nor in her thoughts let folly make a breach Such a wise wench in true wits wealthinesse Will make a man finde his lifes happinesse Shee that will rather a defect amend Then to defend or any way excuse Nor coine a lie nor an vntrueth defend Nor from a friend a good aduise refuse Nor the true honour of her loue abuse Nor hath that blame that worthily may blot her Makes the man happy for a wife hath got her She that will weare according to her calling Such decent garments as she may maintaine And will not in her busbands eare be bawling To feede her humour with an idle vaine And make his purse beyond his penny straine Such a kinde wench that so her will doth cary Doth make him happy that doth liue to marry She that can goe to market for her meate And not stay twatling there with good wife Twat Come home and dresse it and can kindly eate That which God sendes and be content with that And take the leane together with the fat Know when to be a spender when a sauer Wil make a poore man happy that could haue her She that doth weare but her owne proper heare And hath no beautie but of Natures blisse Can not commaund a kinde of fained teare But when iust cause of hearty sorrowe is And rich or poore will neuer runne amisse Such a true wench to make a happie wife Would make a man to leade a blessed life She that doth beare the eye of modestie The face of grace minde of humilitie The tongue of trueth the heart of honesty The parentage of true Gentilitie In the true notes of true Nobilitie In my conceit would surely prooue a wife To make a Lord to lead a happie life She that is full of liberalitie And to the begger neuer shuts her doore And loues to keepe good hospitalitie And hath delight for to relieue the poore Yet hath a care for to enrich her store Doth make a man a very happie Creature That marries with a wench of such a Nature She that doth hate to brabble brawle and scolde To sweare and lie and talke of Robin Hood And will no longer any question holde Then while she wel may make her iudgemeÌ„t good To prooue that shee her selfe hath vnderstood Such a rare wench for a well gouernd wit Wold make him happy that were matcht with it She that is free from infamies deface Wealthie in lands her Cophers full of golde Her minde of vertue and her heart of grace And doth no honour but in vertue holde That true sweete Ladie be she young or olde Will make that man to leade a happie life That knowes what makes man happy in a wife Shee that is mistresse of her owne affection And vnto reason hath subdued her will And will not harken vnto imperfection To leaue the good to entertaine the ill In the true rules of my experience skill I thinke that woman where she is a wife Doth make a man to know a happy life Shee that in wealth and wo sicknes and health Is all alike vnto her setled loue And in the world doth count her chiefest wealth But in the life but of her turtle doue And seekes on earth no other heauens to proue In my conceit who had her to a wife Had no small means to make a happy life She that is wholly giuen to godlynesse And hates to leade the life of wantonnesse And hath true patience in vnhappinesse And onely seekes the spirits wealthinesse In the true weight of honours worthinesse If that a man were in hearts heauinesse With such a wife might liue in blessednesse Now hoping that although the birde be rare The Phoenix in a woman may be found And doubting not but many women are Of their good husbands happinesse the ground I wish the wise a womans worth to sound And deerely loue her for that worthinesse That makes a man to liue in happinesse But if that Youth for wealth wil match with Age And witlesse age will dote on wanton Youth If discontent doe growe to rancors rage When hollow hearts do hammer with vntruthe If ruine then be subiect vnto ruthe What shall I say but sobbe for such a woing Where kindnesse hath no coÌ„fort in the doing Make then thy choyce not all alone by chaunce Let reason guide thine eye honour thy minde Vertue thy heart and so thy thought aduance That wisdomes care may happie comfort finde That if that fortune fall to be vnkinde Yet heauenly loue that doth the life reioyce Will make thee happie in a heauenly choyce If thou canst get thee wealth then doe not want But chiefely take good heed thou want not grace For gratious spirits in the world are skant And conscience liues in such a pittious case That faith on earth can hardly shewe her face And simple loue alas without some liuing Is like a present hardly worth the giuing And therefore leauing each one to their lot To like to loue and liue as likes them best To keepe their choyce or if it like them not When as they feele their spirits most opprest To vse their best discretion for their Rest I wish good husbands all to haue good wiues And all good louing wenches all good liues So hoping that the best will be content To know the worst must haue a time to mend Who haue bin ill may haue a good intent To bring bad humours to a better end Vnto your kindnesse kindly I commend Pasquils mad humour to describe a woman Fit to be lou'd of all or lik't of no man FINIS ⧠PASQVILS DESCRIPTION OF HIS Mistresse with a passion vpon the Ielousie of her match MY sweete Muse beholde a creature Of the world the sweetest feature Garnisht with those inward graces That adorne the fairest faces Which described in their essence Shew the earth a heauenly presence Haires no haires but golden wires Binding life in loues desires Eyes no eyes but starry glories Reasons states and honours stories Cheekes enchaining hearts beholding Lippes maintaining loues vnfolding Necke no necke but alablaster Natures mistresse Reasons master Breasts not breasts but beauties mouÌ„tains Of Mineâ—uas milke the fountaines Armes embracing loues deseruing Hands vnlacing loues preseruing Belly no but Venus bedding All too faire for Vulcans wedding Nauell not but Natures signet All the graces grau'n within it For the secret sweete