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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080930.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>A WARNING for all Lewd Livers:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">By the Example of a Di&s;obedient CHILD, who rioutou&s;ly wa&s;ted and con&s;umed his Father and Mother's Goods, and al&s;o his own, among&s;t vile Strumpets, and other lewd Livers, and died mo&s;t mi&s;erably on a Dunghil.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Sir Andrew Barton,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>MY bl&eacute;eding heart with grief and care,</L>
<L>Doth wi&s;h all young Men to beware,</L>
<L>That they no &s;uch like &s;teps may tread,</L>
<L>Nor lead the life which I have led:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Father was a Gentleman,</L>
<L>As many Gallants witne&s;s can;</L>
<L>He had no Son but only I,</L>
<L>Which made his gold and &s;ilver flye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When as my Father had me &s;ent,</L>
<L>To &s;ell his goods, or take up rent,</L>
<L>I did con&s;ume and wa&s;te the &s;ame,</L>
<L>In drinking or unlawful game,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The cards and dice were my delight,</L>
<L>I haunted taverns day and night;</L>
<L>Lew'd Woman were my chiefe&s;t joys,</L>
<L>And my Con&s;orts were Cut-pur&s;e-boys,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>God's holy Word I di&s;obey'd,</L>
<L>I car'd not what the Preacher &s;aid;</L>
<L>For quaffing cans of ale and beer,</L>
<L>Was all the &s;ervice I would hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then acting my ungracious part,</L>
<L>I broke my aged Father's heart,</L>
<L>When gha&s;tly Death did on him &s;eize,</L>
<L>I thought my&s;elf in happy ca&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What he had left I thought well got,</L>
<L>But now the &s;hame falls to my lot;</L>
<L>Five hundred pound of good red gold,</L>
<L>For wine and beer I quickly &s;old.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then was I pre&s;t to &s;erve the King,</L>
<L>That might my name to honour bring;</L>
<L>A Souldier's life I held it ba&s;e,</L>
<L>And always took it in di&s;grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And having thus con&s;um'd my &s;tore,</L>
<L>I to my Mother went for more;</L>
<L>Who &s;old and mortgaged her land,</L>
<L>And put the mony in my hand:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And then with tears the&s;e words &s;he &s;aid,</L>
<L>Thou know'&s;t my Son thy Father's dead,</L>
<L>No more is left but I and thee,</L>
<L>Therefore dear Son be good to me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If that thy love from me &s;hould fall,</L>
<L>I have no Friend on earth at all:</L>
<L>Therefore good Son to me prove kind,</L>
<L>And thou reward in Heaven &s;halt find.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then on my bended knees fell I,</L>
<L>De&s;iring of the Lord on high,</L>
<L>A &s;hameful death might be his end,</L>
<L>That would his Mother once offend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All you that do no reckoning make,</L>
<L>Of &s;wearing, when your words you &s;peak,</L>
<L>Give ear to that which I will tell,</L>
<L>Lewd Livers &s;eldom dyeth well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You di&s;obedient Children all,</L>
<L>Draw near and li&s;ten to my fall,</L>
<L>Example take, repent in time,</L>
<L>Le&s;t that your woes be like to mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Fathers dear, and Mothers kind,</L>
<L>Bear you this Le&s;&s;on in your mind,</L>
<L>Tru&s;t not too much a wicked Child,</L>
<L>For oft times Men are &s;o beguil'd:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When twigs are green you may them ply,</L>
<L>But let them grow while they be dry,</L>
<L>They will &s;o <UNCLEAR>&s;tiff</UNCLEAR> and &s;tubborn &s;tand,</L>
<L>You cannot bend them with your hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So that I ran a wicked race,</L>
<L>And to amend had not the grace,</L>
<L>Sixteen &s;core pound in good red Gold,</L>
<L>Into my hand my Mother told.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But in the compa&s;s of one year,</L>
<L>I &s;pent it all as may appear,</L>
<L>And having left no means at all,</L>
<L>I unto robbing &s;traight did fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus did I &s;teel my Mother's rings,</L>
<L>Her bra&s;s, her pewter, and &s;uch things,</L>
<L>The very bed whereon &s;he lay,</L>
<L>I like a Villian &s;tole away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What ever I could get or take,</L>
<L>I thereof &s;traight did mony make;</L>
<L>My flinty heart did feel no grief,</L>
<L>To &s;ee my Mother want relief.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t &s;he grew exceeding poor,</L>
<L>And beg'd relief from door to door:</L>
<L>No Infidel, nor Pagan vild,</L>
<L>Could bring to light &s;o bad a Child.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t my Mother lo&s;t her breath,</L>
<L>As &s;he con&s;trained was by Death;</L>
<L>Who yields relief, when Friends grow &s;cant,</L>
<L>And ea&s;e to them that are in want.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From place to place then was I to&s;t,</L>
<L>By every Man and Woman cro&s;t,</L>
<L>No harbour could I get, whereby</L>
<L>I might at night in &s;afe-guard lie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My deare&s;t Kinsfolks do me chide,</L>
<L>My deare&s;t Friends mock and deride,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that were my Conforts of late,</L>
<L>Their love is turned into hate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e that have fea&s;ted many a time,</L>
<L>And fed upon that which was mine,</L>
<L>De&s;pi&s;e at me along the &s;treet,</L>
<L>As if they &s;hould a &s;erpent meet.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Both Old and Young, both Great and Small,</L>
<L>Both Rich and Poor de&s;pi&s;e me all,</L>
<L>No friend to take my part have I,</L>
<L>But was con&s;train'd in fields to lie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In this my extream mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>By grief, and my nece&s;&s;ity,</L>
<L>No Creature gave for my relief,</L>
<L>One peice of bread to ea&s;e my grief.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But like a poor de&s;pi&s;ed Wreatch,</L>
<L>His late&s;t ga&s;p that he did fetch,</L>
<L>Was on a dung-hill in the night,</L>
<L>When as no Creature was in &s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bu in the morning he was found,</L>
<L>As cold as clay upon the ground;</L>
<L>Thus was he born in &s;hame to dye,</L>
<L>And end his days in mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take warning young Men by this vice,</L>
<L>Learn to avoid the cards and dice,</L>
<L>Lewd Womans company forbear,</L>
<L>They are the high-way unto care.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All Parents whil&s;t your Babes he young,</L>
<L>Look to their ways in hand and tongue,</L>
<L>Then wickedne&s;s will not abound,</L>
<L>But grace in Children will be found.</L>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed by and for <HI>W.O.</HI> for <HI>A. M.</HI> and &s;old by <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> at the Angel in <HI>Guil-&s;pur-&s;treet.</HI></P>
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