Oxfordshire Damosel, or, the London Merchant's Choice

There was as Fine a London Blade,
as ever trod on Leather,
Most sumptuously he was array'd,
his Wigg, his Hat and Feather:
His Rapier hanging his by side,
well mounted on a Gelding,
To Oxford City he would Ride,
to view the antient Building.

But he no sooner was come there
in all his Pomp and Glory
When meeting with a Damsel fair,
a sweet and Pleasant Story.
To her he freely did unfold,
her Love to gain the sooner,
He shew'd her handfuls of his Gold,
to bring her into humour.

He then began to Complement,
and sweetly to embrace her,
The Damsel would not give consent,
that he should e're disgrace her
Her modest mind was not inclin'd,
nor in the least was leaning
Vnto his will, but answer'd still,
she did not know his meaning.

My Love said he, let me enjoy
with thee a moments pleasure,
My sweetest creature be not coy,
thou shalt not want for treasúre:
All night within my folded arms,
my Love shall lye and slumber,
With many sweet delightful charms,
and kisses out of number.

Said she your proffer I disdain,
good Sir I pray be civil,
Indeed you now are much too blame,
to tempt a maid to evil,
Forbear to talk at such a rate.
discretion has endu'd me,
It is not your enchanted bait,
that ever shall delude me.

Kind Sir I pray now let me go,
I strange and do admire,
That you should seek my overthrow,
to please your fond desire,
If there in me be any truth,
I am resolv'd to tarry
I'le never pleasure any youth,
but those with whom I marry.

The Damsel thsu declar'd her mind,
then without molestation,
His heart was more and more inclind,
he stood in Admiration:
The lustre of her Beauty fair,
his heart had so inflamed,
That he was caught in Cupids snare,
before her love he gained.

My dearest Love I thee adore,
if thou canst freely love me,
I set by thee such mighty store,
I fancy none above thee:
With thee I mean to live and dye,
thou sweet and lovely creature,
Thou art a jewel in mine eye,
no Lady more Compleater.

She could no longer say him no,
and now to end the quarrel,
In Love they both together go,
to buy her Rich Apparrel:
She looked like a sumptuous Dame,
in all her rich attire,
Her beauty flew on wings of Fame,
his Friends did all admire.

She was indeed an honest Girl,
and of a modest carriage,
He priz'd her more then Gold or Pearl,
and joyn'd with her in Marriage;
Now may she lead as sweet a life,
as she is fair and Pritty,
For now she is a Merchants Wife,
of London Famous City.