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<HEAD>The Trade&s;man's Complaint Upon the Hardne&s;s of the Times, Deadne&s;s of Trade, and &s;carcity of Money.</HEAD>
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<L>Wherein he &s;ighs and makes great moan,</L>
<L>How trading is (almo&s;t) fled and gone:</L>
<L>He intreats all men in each degree,</L>
<L>For help in this his want and mi&s;ery.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>In Summer time, &amp;c.</HI> Or, <HI>Phancies Phoenix.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>OH where are now the&s;e golden times.</L>
<L>When gold was counted needle&s;s things?</L>
<L>None loved his Neighbour for a &s;elf end,</L>
<L>But once and always &s;tood his friend:</L>
<L>But now through want times altered are,</L>
<L>Each in him&s;elf a man of War:</L>
<L>Trading being dead and Money &s;cant,</L>
<L>Is the &s;ubject of this &s;ad Complaint.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The time has been, that in this Land,</L>
<L>A mans word was as good as his Band:</L>
<L>The time is now as you may &s;ee,</L>
<L>New Faith hath kill'd Old Hone&s;ty:</L>
<L>There is &s;o much hatred one to'th other,</L>
<L>That there is none that loves his brother:</L>
<L>Oh all good Men of each degr&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Learn to live in Love and Unity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The time has been in this City round,</L>
<L>A man might in a morning take a pound:</L>
<L>The time is now, though in's &s;hop he &s;tay,</L>
<L>Yet &s;carce takes twelve pence all the day:</L>
<L>Tradings &s;o dead, and money &s;cant,</L>
<L>Is &s;ubject of this &s;ad complaint:</L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Redre&s;s our Countries mi&s;ery.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The times have been, what trade&s;men gaind,</L>
<L>Hath decently their Charge maintain'd;</L>
<L>The time is now through trades decay,</L>
<L>In &s;treet they beg, oh welladay!</L>
<L>Trading is &s;o dead, and money &s;cant,</L>
<L>Is &s;ubject of this &s;ad Complaint:</L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Help to redre&s;s our mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>The time has b&eacute;en &eacute;ach Rich Mans door,</L>
<L>Was &s;eldom &s;hut again&s;t the poor;</L>
<L>The time is now, &s;ome wives go fine,</L>
<L>They care not though the begger pine:</L>
<L>Trading being dead makes times &s;o hard,</L>
<L>Poor people cry without regard:</L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Help to regard our mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In elder times it was indeed,</L>
<L>The Rich would help the poor mans need:</L>
<L>The time is now, &s;o them&s;elves be &s;erv'd,</L>
<L>They care not if poor people be &s;tarv'd:</L>
<L>Trading being dead, makes times &s;o hard,</L>
<L>The Rich the Poor do not regard:</L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Help to redre&s;s our mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For dearth of trade all men complain,</L>
<L>How can poor men their Charge maintain?</L>
<L>Hardne&s;s of times ma~kes many rue,</L>
<L>How can we give <HI>Cea&s;ar</HI> his due:</L>
<L>Money's &s;o &s;cant through trades decay,</L>
<L>Which makes poor trade&s;men &s;igh and &s;ay;</L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Help to relea&s;e our mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Courtier he complains for gold;</L>
<L>To whom the trade&s;men wares hath &s;old,</L>
<L>And having run &s;o on his &s;core,</L>
<L>He's forced alas to &s;hut up door:</L>
<L>times being &s;o hard through trades decay,</L>
<L>It makes poor trade&s;men &s;ign and &s;ay;</L>
<L>Oh all good Men of each degree,</L>
<L>Help us in our nece&s;&s;ity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The poor Country Man he doth complain,</L>
<L>Of the lo&s;s of his Cattle and Grain,</L>
<L>Rents being &s;o dear, and Money &s;cant,</L>
<L>Makes him mourn forth this &s;ad complaint:</L>
<L>Which makes him &s;igh and make great moan,</L>
<L>Who&s;e grief would melt a heart of &s;tone:</L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Help, help, us in our poverty.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That trade may flouri&s;h here again,</L>
<L>That plenty may among&s;t us raign,</L>
<L>That great mens charity may &s;how,</L>
<L>And pay poor men what they do owe:</L>
<L>It is my prayer, and let all men,</L>
<L>To this Petition, &s;ay, <HI>Amen:</HI></L>
<L>Oh all good men of each degree,</L>
<L>Learn to live in Love and Unity.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>J. Conniers,</HI> neer the <HI>Mar&s;hal&s;es</HI> in <HI>Southwark.</HI></HI></P>
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