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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>An Excellent Medley,
<L>Which you may admire at (without offence)</L>
<L>For every line &s;peaks a contrary &s;en&s;e.</L></HEAD>
<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>Tarletons Medley.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>IN Summer time when folks make Hay,</L>
<L>All is not true that people &s;ay,</L>
<L>The Fool's the wi&s;e&s;t in the Play,</L>
<L>tu&s;h take away your hand.</L>
<L>The Fidlers Boy hath broke his Ba&s;e,</L>
<L>Sirs is not this a pitious ca&s;e,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t gallants loath to &s;mell the Mace</L>
<L><HI>of Wood-&s;treet.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The City follows Courtly pride,</L>
<L><HI>Jone</HI> &s;wears &s;he cannot <HI>John</HI> abide,</L>
<L><HI>Dick</HI> wears a Dagger by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>come tell us what's to pay.</L>
<L>The Lawyers thrives by others fall,</L>
<L>The weake&s;t always goes to th' wall,</L>
<L>The Shoo-maker commandeth all</L>
<L>at's plea&s;ure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Weaver prays for Huswives store,</L>
<L>A pretty woman was <HI>Jane Shore,</HI></L>
<L>Rick the ba&s;e Ra&s;cal out o'th door,</L>
<L>peace, peace, you brawling Curres.</L>
<L>A Cuckold's band wears out behind,</L>
<L>'Tis safe to beguile the blind,</L>
<L>All people are not of one mind,</L>
<L>hold Carman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our women cut their hair like men,</L>
<L>The Cock's o're-ma&s;tered by the Hen,</L>
<L>There's hardly one good friend in ten,</L>
<L>turn there on the right hand:</L>
<L>But few regard the cries o'th poor.</L>
<L><HI>Will</HI> &s;pendeth all upon a Whore,</L>
<L>The Souldier longeth to go o're</L>
<L>brave knocking.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What &s;hall we do in the&s;e &s;ad days?</L>
<L>Will not the wicked mend their waies,</L>
<L>Some lo&s;e their lives in drunken frays.</L>
<L>the pudding burns to'th pot:</L>
<L>The Cooper &s;ays the Tub's be-pi&s;t,</L>
<L>The Cobler preaches what he li&s;t,</L>
<L>Their knavery now is manife&s;t,</L>
<L>hold Halter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the fifth <HI>Henry</HI> &s;ail'd to <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Let me alone for a Country dance,</L>
<L><HI>Nell</HI> doth bewail her luckle&s;s chance,</L>
<L>fie on fal&s;e-hearted men:</L>
<L><HI>Dick Tarleton</HI> was a merry wag.</L>
<L>Hark how that prating A&s;s doth brag,</L>
<L><HI>John Dory</HI> &s;old his ambling Nag.</L>
<L>for Kick-&s;haws.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>THe Saylor counts the Ship his hou&s;e,</L>
<L>I'le &s;ay no more but Dun's the Mou&s;e,</L>
<L>He is no man that &s;corns a Lou&s;e,</L>
<L>vain pride undoes the Land:</L>
<L>Hard-hearted-men makes corn &s;o dear,</L>
<L>Few <HI>French-men</HI> love well <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Bear,</L>
<L>I hope e're long good news to hear,</L>
<L>hey Lu&s;tick.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now hides are cheap the Touner thrives,</L>
<L>Hang tho&s;e ba&s;e knave&s; &amp; beat their wives,</L>
<L>He needs mu&s;t go that the Devil drives,</L>
<L>God ble&s;s us from a Gun:</L>
<L>The Beadles make the lame to run,</L>
<L>Vaunt not before the battel's won,</L>
<L>A cloud &s;ometimes may hide the Sun,</L>
<L>chance medley.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Surgeon thrives by fencing &s;chools</L>
<L>Some for &s;trong liquor pawn their tools,</L>
<L>For one wi&s;e-man there's twenty fools,</L>
<L>oh when &s;hall we be married?</L>
<L>In time of youth when I was wild,</L>
<L>Who toucheth pitch &s;hall be defil'd,</L>
<L><HI>Mol</HI> is afraid &s;he is with child,</L>
<L>peace <HI>Peter.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The poor &s;till hopes for better days,</L>
<L>I do not love the&s;e long delays,</L>
<L>All love and charity decays,</L>
<L>in the daies of old:</L>
<L>I'm very loath to pawn my Cloak,</L>
<L>Meer poverty doth me provoke,</L>
<L>They &s;ay a &s;cald head is &s;oon broke;</L>
<L>poor trading.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hark, mother hark, there's news in town,</L>
<L>What tell you me of half a Crown,</L>
<L>Now the Exi&s;e is going down,</L>
<L>thou prate&s;t like an A&s;s:</L>
<L>I &s;corn the Coyn give me the man,</L>
<L>Pray pledge the health Sir I began,</L>
<L>I love King <HI>Charles</HI> &s;ay what you can.</L>
<L>God &s;ave him.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Dutch-men</HI> thrive by Sea and Land,</L>
<L>Women are Ships and mu&s;t be man'd,</L>
<L>Let's bravely to our colours &s;tand,</L>
<L>Courage my hearts of Gold:</L>
<L>I read in modern Hi&s;tories,</L>
<L>The King of <HI>Swedens</HI> victories,</L>
<L>At <HI>I&s;lington</HI> there's Pudding Pies,</L>
<L>hot Cu&s;tards.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Tap&s;ter is undone by Chalk,</L>
<L>Tu&s;h 'tis in vain to prate and talk,</L>
<L>The Parrat prattles, walk knaves walk,</L>
<L>Duke <HI>Humphrey</HI> lies in <HI>Pauls:</HI></L>
<L>The &s;ouldiers hath but &s;mall regard,</L>
<L>There's weakly news in <HI>Pauls-Church Yard</HI></L>
<L>The poor man crys the world grows hard,</L>
<L>cold winter.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Heigh for <HI>New England</HI> hoy&s;e up &s;ail,</L>
<L>The truth is &s;trong and will prevail.</L>
<L>Fill me a cup of nappy Ale,</L>
<L>hang care the Kings a comming.</L>
<L>This Egg hath long a hatching been,</L>
<L>When you have done then wee'l begin,</L>
<L>Oh what an age do we live in,</L>
<L>hang pinching.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From <HI>Long-lane</HI> cloath, &amp; Tarn-&s;tile boots,</L>
<L>O fie upon the&s;e &s;cabbed Coots,</L>
<L>The cheape&s;t meat is Reddi&s;h roots,</L>
<L>come all for a penny.</L>
<L>Light my Tobacco quickly here,</L>
<L>There lies a pretty woman near,</L>
<L>This Boy will come to naught I fear,</L>
<L>proud Coxcombe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The world is full of odious &s;ins,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> is ten to one but this hor&s;e wins,</L>
<L>Fools &s;et &s;tools to break wi&s;e mens &s;hins,</L>
<L>This man's more knave then fool,</L>
<L><HI>Jane</HI> oft in private meets with <HI>Tom,</HI></L>
<L>Husband thou art kindly welcome home,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t any mony; lend me &s;ome,</L>
<L>I'me broken.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In antient times all things were cheap,</L>
<L>'Tis good to look before you leap.</L>
<L>When Corn is ripe, 'tis time to reap,</L>
<L>once walking by the way,</L>
<L>A jealous man the Cuckow loaths,</L>
<L>The Gallant Complements with Oaths,</L>
<L>A wench will make you &s;ell your cloaths,</L>
<L>run Broker.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Courtiers and the Country man</L>
<L>Let's live as hone&s;t as we can:</L>
<L>When <HI>Arthur</HI> fir&s;t in <HI>Court</HI> began</L>
<L>his men wore hanging &s;l&eacute;eves.</L>
<L>In <HI>May</HI> when Gra&s;s and Flowers green,</L>
<L>The &s;trange&s;t &s;ight that are was &s;een,</L>
<L>God &s;end our gracious King and Queen,</L>
<L>to <HI>London.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>London, <HI>Printed for</HI> F. Coles, T. Vere, <HI>and</HI> J. Wright.</P>
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