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<DATE>2008-12-05</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B081011.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>An excellent new Medley.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of the Spani&s;h Pauin:</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Philomel</HI> begins to &s;ing,</L>
<L>the gra&s;&s;e growes gr&eacute;ene &amp; flowres &s;pring,</L>
<L>Me thinks it is a plea&s;ant thing,</L>
<L>to walke on Primro&s;e hill,</L>
<L>Maydes haue you any Conny-&s;kins</L>
<L>To &s;ell for Laces or great Pinnes?</L>
<L>The Pope will pardon veniall &s;innes:</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Peter.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fre&s;h fi&s;h &amp; newes grow quickly &s;tale:</L>
<L>Some &s;ay good Wine can nere want &s;ale,</L>
<L>But God &s;end poore folkes B&eacute;ere and Ale enough vntill they die.</L>
<L>Mo&s;t people now are full of pride;</L>
<L>The Boy &s;ayd no but yet he lyde:</L>
<L>His Aunt did to the Cuck-&s;toole ride</L>
<L>for &s;colding.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Within our Towne faire <HI>Su&s;an</HI> dwells:</L>
<L>Sure <HI>Meg</HI> is poy&s;on'd, for &s;he &s;wels,</L>
<L>My friend, pull off your buzzards bels,</L>
<L>and let the haggard flye.</L>
<L>Take h&eacute;ed you play not at Tray-trip.</L>
<L>Short h&eacute;eles for&s;ooth will quickly &s;lip.</L>
<L>The beadle makes folke with his whip,</L>
<L>dance naked.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come Tap&s;ter tell vs whats to pay,</L>
<L><HI>Iane</HI> frownd and cryde good Sir away,</L>
<L>She tooke his kindne&s;&s;e, yet &s;ayd nay,</L>
<L>as Maydens v&s;e to doe.</L>
<L>The man &s;hall haue his Mare agen,</L>
<L>When all fal&s;e knaues proue hone&s;t men,</L>
<L>Our <HI>Ci&s;ly</HI> &s;hall be Sainted then,</L>
<L>true <HI>Roger.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Butcher with his ma&s;ty Dog,</L>
<L>At Rumford you may buy a Hog,</L>
<L>I &s;aith <HI>Raph Goo&s;e</HI> hath got a clog,</L>
<L>his wench is great with childe:</L>
<L>In Pillory put the Bakers head,</L>
<L>For making of &s;uch little bread,</L>
<L>Good con&s;cience now a dayes is dead,</L>
<L>Pierce plowman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cutpur&s;e and his Company</L>
<L>Th&eacute;eues finde receiuers pre&s;ently:</L>
<L>Shun Brokers, Bawdes, and V&s;ury,</L>
<L>for feare of after-claps.</L>
<L>Lord, what a wicked world is this?</L>
<L>The &s;tone lets <HI>Kate</HI> &s;he cannot pi&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>Come hither &s;w&eacute;et and take a ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>in kindne&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Bath</HI> a wanton wife did dwell,</L>
<L>She had two buckets to a well,</L>
<L>Would not a dog for anger &s;well,</L>
<L>to &s;&eacute;e a Pudding cr&eacute;epe?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Hor&s;e-leach is become a Smith,</L>
<L>When halters fayle, then take a With:</L>
<L>Then &s;ay an old man hath no pith,</L>
<L>Round <HI>Robin.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Simon</HI> doth &s;ucke vp all the Egges,</L>
<L><HI>Franke</HI> neuer drinkes without Nutmegs,</L>
<L>And pretty <HI>Parnell</HI> &s;hewes her legs,</L>
<L>as &s;lender as my wa&s;te.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When faire <HI>Ieru&s;alem</HI> did &s;tand,</L>
<L>The match is made giue me thy hand.</L>
<L><HI>Maulkin</HI> mu&s;t haue a Cambricke band</L>
<L>blew &s;tarched.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cuckow &s;ung hard by the doore,</L>
<L><HI>Gyll</HI> brawled like a butter whore,</L>
<L>Cau&s;e her bucke-headed Hu&s;band &s;wore</L>
<L>the Miller was a knaue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Good Poets leaue off making playes</L>
<L>Let players &s;eeke for Souldiers payes</L>
<L>I doe not like the&s;e drunken frayes,</L>
<L>in Smithfield.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now Roy&s;ters &s;purs doe gingle braue,</L>
<L><HI>Iohn Sexton</HI> playd the arrand knaue,</L>
<L>To digge a Coar&s;e out of the Graue,</L>
<L>and &s;teale the &s;h&eacute;et away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The wandring Prince of &s;tately <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>Gr&eacute;ene &s;l&eacute;eues were wont to be my ioy,</L>
<L>He is a blinde and paultry boy</L>
<L>god <HI>Cupid.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come hither friends and giue good care,</L>
<L>A legge of mutton &s;tuft is rare.</L>
<L>Take h&eacute;ed you doe not &s;teale my Mare,</L>
<L>it is &s;o hot it burnes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Behold the tryall of true loue,</L>
<L>He tooke a &s;crich-Owle for a Doue:</L>
<L>This man is like ere long to proue</L>
<L>a Mon&s;ter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis merry when kind Maltmen m&eacute;et:</L>
<L>No Cowards fight but in the &s;tr&eacute;et,</L>
<L>Me thinkes this wench &s;mels very &s;w&eacute;et,</L>
<L>of Mu&s;ke, or &s;omewhat el&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was a man did play at Maw,</L>
<L>The whil&s;t his wife made him a Daw,</L>
<L>Your Ca&s;e is altered in the Law,</L>
<L>quoth <HI>Ployden.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Weauer will no &s;huttle &s;hoote,</L>
<L>Goe did the Cobler mend my boote</L>
<L>He is a foole will goe a foote</L>
<L>and let his Hor&s;e &s;tand &s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Did <HI>Iohn a Nokes</HI> and <HI>Iohn a Stiles,</HI></L>
<L>Many an hone&s;t man beguiles.</L>
<L>But all the world is full of wiles</L>
<L>and knauery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of trea&s;on and of Traytors &s;pight</L>
<L>The hou&s;e is haunted with a &s;prit,</L>
<L>Now <HI>Nan</HI> will ri&s;e about midnight,</L>
<L>and walke to <HI>Richards</HI> hou&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Courtly &s;tates and Gallants all,</L>
<L>Climbe not too high, for feare you fall:</L>
<L>If one plea&s;e not, another &s;hall,</L>
<L>King <HI>Pippin.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Diana</HI> and her Darlings d&eacute;ere,</L>
<L>The Dutchmen ply the double B&eacute;ere:</L>
<L>Boyes ring the bels and make good ch&eacute;ere,</L>
<L>when <HI>Kempe</HI> returnes from <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh man what meanes thy heauy looke?</L>
<L>Is <HI>Will</HI> not in his Mi&s;tris Booke,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Rouland</HI> for a refuge tooke</L>
<L>Horne-Ca&s;tle.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rich people haue the world at will</L>
<L>Trades fade, but Lawyers flouri&s;h &s;till,</L>
<L><HI>Iacke</HI> would be marryed vnto <HI>Gyll:</HI></L>
<L>but care will kill a Cat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Are you there Sirrah with your Beares?</L>
<L>A Barbers &s;hop with nitty haires.</L>
<L><HI>Doll, Phillis</HI> hath lo&s;t both her eares,</L>
<L>for coozning.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who li&s;t to lead a Souldiers life?</L>
<L><HI>Tom</HI> would eate meat, but wants a knife,</L>
<L>The Tinker &s;wore that <HI>Tib</HI> his wife,</L>
<L>would play at Vptayles all</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bel&eacute;eue my word without an Oath</L>
<L>The Taylor &s;tole &s;ome of her cloath:</L>
<L>When <HI>George</HI> lay &s;icke, <HI>Ioane</HI> made him broath</L>
<L>with Hemlocke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Patron gelt the par&s;onage,</L>
<L>And <HI>E&s;au</HI> &s;old his heritage,</L>
<L>Now <HI>Leonard</HI> lacke-wit is foole age</L>
<L>to be his Fathers heire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's many &s;cratch before it itch,</L>
<L><HI>Saul</HI> did a&s;ke coun&s;ell of a Witch,</L>
<L>Friend, yee may haue a Bacon flitch</L>
<L>at <HI>Dunmow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>King <HI>Dauid</HI> playd on a Welch Harpe,</L>
<L>This thr&eacute;ed will neuer make good warpe</L>
<L>At wi&s;e mens words each foole will carpe</L>
<L>and &s;hoote their witle&s;&s;e bolts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> like a Ram wore hornes and wooll,</L>
<L>Knew you my Ho&s;tis of the Bull,</L>
<L>Spruce <HI>Curio</HI> once was made a gull</L>
<L>in <HI>Shoreditch.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The blackamores are blabber lipt,</L>
<L>At <HI>Yarmouth</HI> are the Herrings &s;hipt,</L>
<L>And at Bride-well the beggers whipt,</L>
<L>a man may liue and learne,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Griefe in my heart doth &s;top my tongue,</L>
<L>The poore man &s;till mu&s;t put vp wrong,</L>
<L>Your way lyes there, then walke along</L>
<L>to <HI>Witham.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There lyes a La&s;&s;e that I loue well</L>
<L>The Broker hath gay clothes to &s;ell,</L>
<L>Which from the Hangmans but get fell,</L>
<L>are you no further yet?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Summer time when Peares be ripe</L>
<L>Who would giue &s;ixe pence for a Trip<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Play Lad, or el&s;e lend me thy Pipe</L>
<L>and Taber.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Saint <HI>Nicholas</HI> Clarkes will take a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>Young children now can &s;weare and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>I hope yee like me nere the wor&s;e,</L>
<L>for finding fault therewith.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;eruant to the Ma&s;ters mate.</L>
<L>When go&s;&s;ins m&eacute;et, there's too much <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>Poore <HI>Lazarus</HI> lyes of <HI>Diues</HI> gate</L>
<L>halfe &s;tarued.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Make ha&s;t to Sea, and hoy&s;t vp &s;ayles</L>
<L>The hogs ware &s;er<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">'e with milking p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="5 letters"></L>
<L>From filthy &s;luts, and from all Iayles</L>
<L>good Lord deliuer vs all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I &s;corne to ride a raw bon'd Iade,</L>
<L>Fetch me a Mattocke and a Spade,</L>
<L>A <HI>Graues end</HI> Co&s;te will &s;oone be mad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Saint <HI>Dennis.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But for to fini&s;h vp my Song,</L>
<L>The Ale-wife did the Brewer wrong</L>
<L>One day of &s;orrow &s;&eacute;emes as long</L>
<L>as ten dayes doe in mirth,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Medly now is at an end,</L>
<L>Haue you no Bowles or Trayes to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>Tis hard to finde &s;o true a friend</L>
<L>as <HI>Damon.</HI></L>
</LG>
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