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<HEAD><PB REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 20 -->The Sorrowful Complaint Of Con&s;cience and Plain-Dealing.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>Again&s;t</HI> Millers, U&s;erers, Taylors, <HI>and</HI> Ho&s;ti&s;ses, <HI>By which poor</HI> Con&s;cience <HI>and</HI> Plain|Dealing <HI>was &s;ufficiently abu&s;ed, as you &s;hall hear by the&s;e following lines.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Packingtons Pound.</HI></OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed, <HI>R.L.S.</HI></P>
<P>Entred according to Order.</P>
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<L>As through the City I pa&s;&s;ed of late</L>
<L>Plain Dealing I met in a &s;orrowful &s;tate,</L>
<L>Both Cold and Dejected, and &s;lighted with all,</L>
<L>His grief it was great, and his comfort was &s;mall:</L>
<L>Poor Con&s;cience &s;tood by him and clearly di&s;may'd,</L>
<L>To think that they would not have him in their trade</L>
<L>For mo&s;t of the Nation upon them did frown,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing and Con&s;cience is clearly run down.</HI></L>
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<L>We have been a ranging the Nation all round,</L>
<L>To &s;eek entertainment, yet none can be found;</L>
<L>The Graziers and Farmers were all in a rage,</L>
<L>Again&s;t poor plain-Dealing they vow'd to engage;</L>
<L>Each Miller came out with a lu&s;ty great Club,</L>
<L>And bid us be gone, or our &s;ides they would drub,</L>
<L>And thus we were po&s;ted through every Town,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing and Con&s;cience was clearly run down.</HI></L>
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<L>For thus &s;aid the Millers if Con&s;cience &s;hould &s;tay,</L>
<L>We then mu&s;t give half of our profit away;</L>
<L>For out of a Bu&s;hel we can't take a Peck,</L>
<L>But Con&s;cience will pre&s;ently give us a check</L>
<L>And Plain-Dealing too he is one of the crew,</L>
<L>that &s;traight way will cry we took more then our due</L>
<L>For this very rea&s;on upon us they frown,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing and Con&s;cience was clearly run down.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Our Enemies daily increa&s;ed &s;o fa&s;t,</L>
<L>That up to the City we traveld at la&s;t,</L>
<L>For good entertainment we much did not fear,</L>
<L>But when we come there we were never the near:</L>
<L>The Mi&s;ers who&s;e coffers was cram'd well with gold</L>
<L>Plain Dealing and con&s;cience they would not behold,</L>
<L>But knitting their brows, and upon them did frown</L>
<L><HI>Plain Dealing and Con&s;cience is clearly run down.</HI></L>
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<L>The U&s;erers cry'd they mu&s;t both be deny'd,</L>
<L>Should we entertain them then what would be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Of this our Silver and plentiful &s;tore,</L>
<L>The which we have gotten by grinding the poor:</L>
<L>We &s;hould have no comfort, peace, quiet, nor re&s;t,</L>
<L>If con&s;cience &s;hould harbour or lodge in our brea&s;t,</L>
<L>For this very rea&s;on upon us they frown,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing and Con&s;cience is clearly run down.</HI></L>
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<L>But when we beheld how the Mi&s;ers did frown,</L>
<L>We then went among&s;t all the Taylors in Town,</L>
<L>The Taylors no &s;ooner of Con&s;cience did hear,</L>
<L>But then how they trembled and quaked for fear:</L>
<L>But yet to poor Con&s;cience they gave an abu&s;e,</L>
<L>And threw at <HI>Plain Dealing</HI> their &s;hears &amp; their goo&s;e,</L>
<L>Then knitting their brows upon us did frown,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The Taylors di&s;cour&s;ed and held this di&s;pute,</L>
<L>We can't pinch a Coat in the making a Suit,</L>
<L>But Con&s;cience will pre&s;ently flye in our face,</L>
<L>With frights and with fears of a future di&s;grace:</L>
<L>And thus he would have our profit but &s;mall,</L>
<L>For Con&s;cience allows us no Cabbidge at all,</L>
<L>This is the main rea&s;on upon us they frown,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Poor Con&s;cience he then to the Ale-wives did go,</L>
<L>But yet they no favour nor friend&s;hip would &s;how:</L>
<L>The Ho&s;t he did fret, and their wives they did &s;ums</L>
<L>And would not &s;o much as &s;how Con&s;cience a room</L>
<L>For fear he &s;hould into Extravegance run,</L>
<L>And tell them of all their old tricks they had done,</L>
<L>For this very rea&s;on upon us they frown,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>'Tis poor Men that Labour &amp; brings them the coyn</L>
<L>Which deckt them in Silks and in Laces &s;o fine,</L>
<L>When may be their wives &amp; their children may lack</L>
<L>Both food for their bellys and cloaths to their back</L>
<L>Yet two pots for one they will commonly &s;core,</L>
<L>But Con&s;cience will &s;harply reprove them therefore</L>
<L>For this very rea&s;on the Ho&s;te&s;s doth frown.</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The Ale-wives in order your &s;tomachs to fit,</L>
<L>Will bring in the morning a Reli&s;hing bit,</L>
<L>And the&s;e are the baits and the &s;nares which they lay</L>
<L>To tempt and allure men to tarry all day</L>
<L>Then calling for Brandy, Tobacco, and Beer,</L>
<L>An then how the Ha&s;tis will &s;imper and &s;neer,</L>
<L>And the&s;e are the tricks of the mo&s;t in the town,</L>
<L><HI>Plain-Dealing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then learn to be thrifty before you grow Old,</L>
<L>For Age is de&s;pi&s;ed and Charity's cold:</L>
<L>For &s;hould you now labour and bring them the gains,</L>
<L>They then would but call you Old &s;ot for your pains</L>
<L>Then let the&s;e few lines be your rule and your guide</L>
<L>For now is the time for to keep down their Pride,</L>
<L>Then joy will encrea&s;e and your comforts excell,</L>
<L><HI>Then keep a good Con&s;cience and all will do well.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-Supr-Street.</P>
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