“ YOUNG MEN are DECEITFUL.
IN this town there lives a sweet lovely creature,
For wit and parentage none can exceed her,
She is now in her prime, gay, brisk, and airy,
And is, now at this time the flower of any.
⁠When to her I did go, I said, Fair creature,
My heart is so enflam’d with your sweet features,
That I can take no rest, my dearest jewel,
For love torments my breast, pray be not cruel.
⁠O fie! young man, she said, if I should love ye,
Your parents they’ll say, you are above me,
Then you’ll not me regard, but prove a rover,
And I shall find it hard for to recover. ”

“ For times they grow worse in Britain every day,
If you'll the reason hear you'll say, Well they may.
Here’s all kind of wickedness doth rule and reign,
Which in short time will prove our dreadful bane,
Tho' God in mercy does a while forbear to frown,
And on us pour his angry vengeance down.
Young men & maids good counsel don't despise,
But have the fear of God before your eyes,
While here you flourish in your blooming youth,
Let your delight be in the word of truth. ”

“ Ah! the maids believe when the men do romance.
Young Polydore saw me one night at the ball,
And vow’d to my charms he a conquest must fall,
On his knees he intreated my hand for to dance,
Ah! the maids believe when the men do romance. ”