Thus was I fcorn'd of Maid and Wife, For leading fuch a wicked Life; Both fucking Babes, and Children small Did make a Paftime at my Fall.

I could not get one Bit of Bread, Whereby my Hunger might be fed, Nor Drink, but fuch as Channels yield, Or flinking Ditches in the Field.

Thus, weary of my Life, at length I yielded up my vital Strength, Within a Ditch of loathsome Scent, Where Carrion Dogs do much frequent;

The which, now fince my dying Day, Is Shoreditch call'd, as Writers say, Which is a Witness of my Sin, For being Concubine to a King.

You wanton Wives that fall to Luft, Be you affur'd that God is juft; Whoredom shall not escape his Hand, Nor Pride unpunish'd in this Land.

If God to me fuch Shame did bring,
That yielded only to a King,
How fhall they 'fcape that daily run
To practise Sin with every Man?

You Husbands match not but for Love,
Left fome difliking after, prove;
Women be warn'd when you are Wives,
What Plagues are due to finful Lives:

Then Maids and Wives in time amend,
For Love and Beauty will have end.

King Edward and Jane Shore.

In Imitation, and to the Tune of, St. George
and the Dragon.

I have already faid all that I have to fay of this unhappy Lady. The following Song is a Burlefque upon her, but rather feems writ ten by a Wag than an Enemy to her Memory. There are fome little Expreffions in it which had almost induced me to lay the Song afide; but I confider'd that it was. really old, and therefore ought to be preJerv'd, and that I might have Readers of Jeveral Humours, fo that this Ballad might hit the Taste of those who probably would not relish one more grave and folid. This little Introduction I have thrown in for the Service of the Ladies, that they may not unwarily go to read or fing this Song, unlefs by themselves.

W Who

HY should we boast of Laius and his Knights,
Knowing fuch Champions entrapt by

(rifh Lights?
Or why should we speak of Thais's curled Locks,
Or Rhodope that gave so many Men the P-x?
Read in old Stories, and there you will find,
How Fane Shore, Fane Shore, fhe pleas'd King Ed-

(ward's Mind.

Jane Shore he was for England, Queen Fredrick

Sing Honi foit qui mal y pense.

(was for France;

Of the old Amazons it were too long to tell, And likewife of the Thracian Girls, how far they did

(excel, Those with Scythian Lads engag'd in feveral Fights, And in the brave Venerean Wars did foil advent'rous (Knights;

Meffalina and Fulia were Veffels wond'rous brittle; But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, took down King Edward's

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

(Mettle.

Thalleftris of Thermodon fhe was a doubty Wight, She conquer'd Pallas King i' th' Exercise of Night; Hercules flew the Dragon, whofe Teeth were all of (Brafs, Yet he himself became a Slave unto the Lydian Lafs; The Theban Semele lay with Jove, not dreading all (his Thunder; But Fane Shore overcame King Edward, altho' he had

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

(her under.

Hellen of Greece the came of Spartan Blood, Agricola and Creffida they were brave Whores and (good;

Queen Clytemnestra boldly flew old Arthur's mighty

(Son;

And fair Hefione pull'd down the Strength of Telamon; Those were the Ladies that caus'd the Trojan Sack, But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, the spoil'd King Edward's

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

(Back.

For

For this the ancient Fathers did great Venus defy, Because with her own Father Fove the feared not to lye, Hence Cupid came, who afterwards reveng'd his lo(ving Mother,

And made kind Bibilis do the like with Caunus her (own Brother; And afterwards the Goddess kept Adonis for Reserve, But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, the stretch'd King Ed

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

ward's Nerve.

The Colchan Dame Medea her Father did betray, And taught her Lover Fafon the vigilant Bull to flay; And after thence convey'd her Father's golden Fleece, She with her Lover fail'd away in Argo's Ship to

(Greece;

But finding Fafon false, she burnt his Wife and Court, But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, fhe fhew'd King Ed(ward Sport,

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

Romix of Saxony, the Welch State overthrew ; Igerne of Cornwall, Pendragon did fubdue ; Queen Vanora with Arthur fought fingly hand to hand In Bed, tho' afterwards she made Horns on his Head (to ftand,

And to Sir Modredus, Pictish Prince, a Paramour be

(came;

But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, the made King Edward

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

(tame.

Marefia of Italy, fee how fhe ftoutly copes With Jefuits, Priests, Cardinals, and tripple Crown

(ed Popes;

And

And with King Henry Rofamond spent many a dally

(ing Hour,

'Till lastly poyfon'd by the Queen in Woodstock fatal

(Bower;

And Joan of Art play'd in the Dark with the Knights

(of Languedock,

But Fane Shore met King Edward, and gave him (Knock for Knock.

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

Pafiphae we know play'd Feats with the Cretan Bull, And Proferpine, tho' fo Divine, became black Pluto's (Trull;

The Spanish Bawd her Strumpets taught to lay their (Legs aftride;

But these, and all the Courtezans, Fane Shore did (them deride; Pope Joan was right, altho' fhe did the Papal Scep(ter wield,

But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, the made King Edward

Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

(yield.

Agathoclea and Eanthe did govern Egypt's King; The witty wench of Andover the was a pretty thing; She freely took her Lady's Place, and with Great (Edgar dally'd,

And with main Force fhe foil'd him quite, altho' he (often rally'd; For which brave Act, he that her rackt, gave her his

Lady's Land, But Fane Shore, Fane Shore, King Edward did command. Jane Shore he was for England, &c.

Of Phryne and of Lais Historians have related, How their illuftrious Beauties two Generals captivated,

And