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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<VID>181914</VID>
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<HEAD>Loves better then Gold: <HI>OR,</HI> MONEY's an A&s;s.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>Come hear my Song, it does you all concern,</HI></L>
<L><HI>From it you may your own Misfortunes learn:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And yet' tis vain, as hereby I &s;hall prove,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For want of Money to neglect your Love.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a New Delightful Tune, much in reque&s;t at Court.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>WHy &s;hould friends and kindred gravely make thee,</L>
<L>Wrong thy &s;elf, and cruelly for&s;ake me,</L>
<L>Be &s;till my deare&s;t Mi&s;tris, hang relations,</L>
<L>Loves above their dull con&s;iderations;</L>
<L>Let them live and want to heap up trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t that thee and I enjoy our plea&s;ure.</L>
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<LG>
<L>He that &s;eeks a Mi&s;tris in a portion.</L>
<L>Puts him&s;elf to u&s;e with damn'd extortion:</L>
<L>If he mu&s;t be brib'd to copulation,</L>
<L>Pox upon his love, 'tis out of fa&s;hion:</L>
<L>Where we like, no matter where th' e&s;tate is.</L>
<L>'Tis not love except he &s;hews it gratis.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How to &s;ee the Mi&s;er have I wondred,</L>
<L>Weighing out his pa&s;&s;ion by the hundred,</L>
<L>Ne'r con&s;ulting birth or education,</L>
<L>Vertue without wealth's but prophanation:</L>
<L>Be &s;he old or ugly 'tis no matter,</L>
<L>So &s;he is is but rich he'l venture at her.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Ioynture is a &s;ordid lay invention,</L>
<L>Quite be&s;ide our nature and intention:</L>
<L>When we would agree it makes re&s;i&s;tance,</L>
<L>Finding tricks to keep us at a di&s;tance:</L>
<L>Then who poorly makes a new election,</L>
<L>Suffers wealth to Cuckold his affection.</L>
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<LG>
<L>SOuls are free and &s;hou'd not be confin'd to,</L>
<L>Objects which the fancy has no mind to,</L>
<L>When a pretty female I importune?</L>
<L>Shall I lo&s;e her for her want of fortune?</L>
<L>'Tis a folly, &s;ordid, and inhumane,</L>
<L>Thus to &s;ell the plea&s;ures of a woman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>More to me the plea&s;ing of my mind is,</L>
<L>Than the far-fetcht wealth of both the <HI>Indies,</HI></L>
<L>I've a &s;oul above tho&s;e dro&s;&s;y trea&s;ures,</L>
<L>Love does yield more &s;weet and la&s;ting plea&s;ures,</L>
<L>Such a joy as nothing can de&s;troy it,</L>
<L>None de&s;ribe it but they do injoy it.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Yet the low-&s;oul'd wretch may have his fancy,</L>
<L>I can value nothing but my <HI>Nancy:</HI></L>
<L>She that has an eye &s;o black and &s;prightful,</L>
<L>And a place I name not more delightful?</L>
<L>Such a mine as greater wealth affordeth,</L>
<L>That the wretched worldling ever hoardeth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rows of brighte&s;t and of &s;hining pearls are,</L>
<L>Not &s;o oriental as my girls are,</L>
<L>Rubies touch her lips, and gain more lu&s;tre,</L>
<L>Looking redder when that they have bu&s;t her,</L>
<L>Her red cheeks &s;o fair &s;he need not patch it,</L>
<L>There's none but the other cheek can match it:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then for humour, wit and conver&s;ation,</L>
<L>Nothing can be like her in the Nation,</L>
<L>Always lively, airy, brisk and jolly,</L>
<L>Free from &s;tudied pride, and Melancholly?</L>
<L>Such &s;he is, and her I love more dearly,</L>
<L>than the dame that has her thou&s;ands yearly.</L>
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<LG>
<L>There you cringe and make your be&s;t addre&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>But ala&s;s &s;he likes not your care&s;&s;es;</L>
<L>Speak and Bow as well as e're you can Sir,</L>
<L>Ten to one if e're you get an an&s;wer:</L>
<L>When you'r gone &s;he crys a &s;awcy fellow,</L>
<L>Come to me without his white and yellow,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He that can and will this hag may marry,</L>
<L>But for me the jade is like to tarry;</L>
<L>Let her live till lu&s;t and age do grieve her,</L>
<L>Till &s;he call her Money to releive her;</L>
<L>May &s;he covet Hu&s;bands without mea&s;ure.</L>
<L>Always wi&s;h, but know not of her plea&s;ure.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Still my girl and I will love each other,</L>
<L>Want of wealth &s;hall ne'r my pa&s;&s;on &s;mother</L>
<L>Were &s;he rich I could not love her better,</L>
<L>Were &s;he poor I wou'd ne'r defeat her:</L>
<L>VVhat&s;oever I have I mu&s;t confe&s;s it,</L>
<L>She de&s;erves, and therefore &s;hall po&s;&s;e&s;s it.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the <HI>Ho&s;pital-gate,</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></HI></P>
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