“Chronicled in Ditty”: Ephemera, Permanence, and the Broadside Ballad's Legacy into the Eighteenth Century

O thou Delicious, Damn’d Dear, destructive Woman! S’death how the young Fellows will hoot me! I shall be the Jest of the Town: Nay in two Days, I expect to be Chronicled in Ditty, and sung in woful Ballad, to the Tune of the Superanuated Maidens Comfort, or the Batchelors Fall; and upon the third, I shall be hang’d in Effigie, pasted up for the exemplary Ornament of necessary Houses and Coblers S’talls. ¹