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Of a Costermonger's Daughter of London; how, after many strange Adventures, she came at last to be chief Sultaness to the Grand Seig∣nior of Constantinople.
OF all the Passions which possess the Spirits of Men, there is none which yields such variety of Admiration and Wonder as those of Love; of which, I shall give you herein a most notable Ex∣ample, scarcely to be parallell'd in any of our Ro∣mantick Stories, did not we know the Power of Beauty, how it subdues far beyond the Sword, by conquering the Conquerours, and making all things subject to it.
In our Metropolitan City of London, there lived a Costermonger, who had only one Daughter, but she the Paragon of Nature, of an admirable Beauty; and thereto was added such Excellencies of inward Qualifications, as made her to be desired in Marri∣age by many young Gallants and other wealthy Ci∣tizens: But Love, that knows no Laws nor Limita∣tions, had setled her Affections upon a young Page, whose smooth Tongue and complacent Carriage had fetter'd her Heart in Cupid's Chains; he also seeming so amorously bent to her, as if he saw with no other Eyes but what she bestowed upon him, nor thought no other Thoughts but what she in∣spired.
But under this green Grass of Dissimulation lay lurking the Serpent of Ingratitude and Deceit; for this innocent Maid mistrusting no Evil, as intend∣ing none, was by the sly Insinuations of that Decei∣ver, whose Love was Lucre, and Faith Falshood,