Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 522 words
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Why are they called fair, but that they are like a Fair where every one sets up shop, and any man may buy for his money? why lovely, but to denote unto us, they lie when they tell a man they love him? why chaste? unless from Coast to country, and from Constable to Constable: Why Virgin? but that they are merely gins and snares to entangle poor men in: why, when a man courts them; do they cry, away, away? but only to tell a man that there is a way, if he have the wit to find it. Oh, Women, Women, foemineo gentri tribuuntur Propria quae Maribus. This fellow I perceive's a Satirist Against the Feminine Sex Save thee, my friend. From Women and I care not, for there's against them no standing. Is there in them such danger? Danger, I find but a little in that face, and 'tis a face able to outface the best face in Spain. A face that I have been face to face with, before now, but 'tis so long since I cannot tell when and we have travelled so many Countries I cannot guess where, Are you a stranger fair Lady? Yes, and a traveller. I love you the better for that, for indeed I myself have seen Countries, and I see no reason, but that if both parties were agreed we two might lie together by Authority. Why I have traveled too— Alas, poor fellow, thou look'st not with the face, but if thou canst give me but the true fashions and descriptions of Countries, or my friend, with me you can purchase no Credit. Man. I shall and thus in brief too. THe Spaniard loves his ancient Slop. A Lombard the Venetian: And some like breechless women go, The Rush, Turk, Iew, and Grecian. The thrifty Frenchman wears small waste, The Dutch his belly boasteth, The Englishman is for the they all And for each fashion coasteth. The Turk in Linen wraps his head. The Persian his in Lawn toe, The Rush with sables furs his Cap And change will not be drawn to. The Spanyard's constant to his block, The French inconstant ever, But of all Felts that may be felt, Give me your English Beaver. The German loves his coney-wool, The Irishman his shag too, The Welsh his Monmouth loves to wear, And of the same will brag too. Some love the rough and some the smoothe, Some great and others small things, But O your liquorish English man, He loves to deal in all things. The Rush drinks quaff, Dutch Lubeck's beer, And that is strong and mighty, The Britain he metheglin quaffs, The Irish Aquavitae. The French affects the Orleans grape, The Spaniard sips his Sherry, The English none of these can scape, But he with all makes merry. The Italian in her high chopine, Scotch lass, and lovely Froe too, The Spanish Donna, French Madam, He doth net fear to go to. Nothing so full of hazard, dread, Nought lives above the Centre, No health, no fashion, wine or wench, On which he dare not venture.
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Why are they cal'd faire, but that they are like a Faire where every one sets up shop, and any man may buy for his mony? why lovely, but to denote unto us, they lie when they tell a man they love him? why chaste? unlesse from Coast to countrey, and from Constable to Constable: Why Virgin? but that they are meerely gins and snares to intangle poore men in: why, when a man courts them; doe they cry, away, away? but only to tell a man that there is a way, if he have the wit to finde it. Oh, Women, Women, foemineo gentri tribuuntur Propria quae Maribus. This fellow I perceive's a Satyrist Against the Feminine Sex Save thee, my friend. From Women and I care not, for there's against them no standig. Is there in them such danger? Danger, I find but a little in that face, and tis a face able to out-face the best face in Spaine. A face that I have beene face to face with, before now, but 'tis so long since I cannot tell when and we have travelld so many Countries I cannot guesse where, Are you a stranger faire Lady? Yes, and a traveller. I love you the better for that, for indeed I my selfe have seene Countries, and I see no reason, but that if both parties were agreed we two might lie together by Authority. Why I have travel'd too— Alas, poore fellow, thou lookst not with the face, but if thou canst give mee but the true fashions and descriptions of Countries, or my friend, with mee you can purchase no Credit. Man. I shall and thus in briefe too. THe Spanyard loves his antient Slop. A Lombard the Venetian: And some like breech-lesse women go, The Rush, Turke, Iew, and Grecian. The thriftie Frenchman weares small waste, The Dutch his belly boasteth, The English-man is for the s all, And for each fashion coasteth. The Turke in Linnen wraps his head. The Persian his in Lawne toe, The Rush with sables furs his Cap And change will not be drawne to. The Spanyard's costant to his block, The French inconstat ever, But of all Felts that may be felt, Give me your English Beaver. The German loves his Coony-Wooll, The Irish-man his shag too, The Welch his Mo-mouth lovesto weare, And of the same will brag too. Some love the rough and some the smoothe, Some great and others small thigs, But O your lickarish English man, loves to deale in all things. The Rush drinks quasse, Dutch Lubecks beere, And that is strong and mightie, The Brittaine he Mesheglen quaffs, The Iris Aqua-vitae. The French affects the Orleans grape, The Spanyard sips his Sherry, The English none of these can scape, But hee with all makes merry. The Italian in her high Chopeene, Scotch lasse, and lovely Froe too, The Spanish Donna, French Madam, He doth net feare to goe to. Nothing so full of hazard, dread, Nought liues above the Center, No health, no fashion, wine or wench, On which he dare not venter.