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<HEAD>A Di&s;cription of <HI>Plain-dealing, Time,</HI> and <HI>Death,</HI> Which all Men ought to mind whil&s;t they do live on earth. Abu&s;e not <HI>Plain-dealing,</HI> but keep your Con&s;cience clear, Spend well your Time al&s;o, then Death you need not fear.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L><HI>Plain-dealing <HI>is grown out of Date</HI></HI></L>
<L><HI>Becau&s;e he is poor, many him hate:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Con&s;cience <HI>likewi&s;e is laid a&s;ide,</HI></HI></L>
<L><HI>'Cau&s;e he ba&s;e Actions can't abide.</HI></L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER><BYLINE>Written by <HI>Thomas Lanfire.</HI></BYLINE></OPENER>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>A Letter for a Chri&s;tian Family.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L><HI><HI>Plain-dealing</HI> loves Hone&s;ty,</HI></L>
<L><HI><HI>Con&s;cience</HI> hates Knavery.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Plain-Dealing.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI> Am <HI>Plain-dealing</HI> which all men ought to u&s;e,</L>
<L>But many now a days doth me abu&s;e:</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;emulation is e&s;teemed be&s;t,</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Plain-dealing</HI> is grown out of reque&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In City, Town, and likewi&s;e in Country,</L>
<L>They &s;ay <HI>Plain-dealing</HI> will a Beggar Dye:</L>
<L>Gallants they at me do both mock and flout,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e that I go in a Thread-bare Coat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The rea&s;on that &s;o many doth me &s;light,</L>
<L>Is becau&s;e I am Hone&s;t and Down-right:</L>
<L>I u&s;e no Deceit, Fraud, nor Flattery,</L>
<L>But does to all men as I'de be done by.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I am not Covetaus nor Worldly wi&s;e,</L>
<L>I crave no more then what will me &s;uffice:</L>
<L>I hate vain Pride which now too much doth reign,</L>
<L>Therefore <HI>plain-dealing</HI> they'l not entertain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Days of Old I was a welcome Gue&s;t,</L>
<L>And had good entertainment with the be&s;t:</L>
<L>I was e&s;teemed among&s;t Rich and Poor,</L>
<L>But now <HI>plain-dealing</HI> is turn'd out of Door.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For now Di&s;&s;emulation hath got the Day,</L>
<L>And in this Nation bears a mighty &s;way:</L>
<L><HI>plain-dealing</HI> is held in &s;corn and di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Alack, when &s;hall I find a re&s;ting-place.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Con&s;cience.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>My Name is <HI>Con&s;cience,</HI> poor <HI>plain-dealing</HI>'s mate</L>
<L>Although like him, i'm Old and out of date:</L>
<L>Many with their whole hearts doth me defie,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> can't agree with Knavery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if I within their Bo&s;oms once do creep,</L>
<L>With their ba&s;e a<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ions I prick their hearts deep:</L>
<L>I mind them of their Covetou&s;ne&s;s and Pride,</L>
<L>Therefore poor <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> they cannot abide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Lawyer and V&s;urer hath forgot me,</L>
<L>They Gripe poor Men Vncon&s;cionably:</L>
<L>I hey &s;tudy only how to keep up Gold,</L>
<L><HI>Con&s;cience</HI> and <HI>plain-dealing</HI> they quite have &s;old.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And many others in the&s;e times there are,</L>
<L>That of their Con&s;cience do not take no care:</L>
<L>They pawn their Con&s;cience for Lucre of gain,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> will to them at la&s;t make plain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So many are inclin'd to Cruelty,</L>
<L>And doth <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> and <HI>plain-dealing</HI> defie:</L>
<L>Tell them of Con&s;cience they'l count you their foe,</L>
<L>Quoth they <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> was Hangd long time ago.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But I wi&s;h &s;uch men they folly would refu&s;e,</L>
<L>Le&s;t <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> at the la&s;t &s;hould them accu&s;e:</L>
<L>In a good Con&s;cience a man may put tru&s;t,</L>
<L>Then &s;ee you keep your Con&s;cience right and ju&s;t.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Time it doth pa&s;s away full fa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet many doth &s;pend Time in wa&s;te:</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVhen Time is gone then cometh Death,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And puts a &s;top to Mortal Breath.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<P><HI><HI>Time</HI> doth &s;tay for none. &rindx; <HI>Death</HI> Cuts down every one.</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>TIME.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI> Am the antient &s;tandard of great fame,</L>
<L>Which all men ought to prize, <HI>Time</HI> is my name:</L>
<L>But this vain world doth now &s;o many blind,</L>
<L>So that I am almo&s;t grown out of mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For why, I am &s;lighted by many a one,</L>
<L>Who ne'r thinks on me till i'm pa&s;t and gone:</L>
<L>And then too late they do mourn and complain,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing they could recall back Time again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Some &s;pendeth their whole Time mo&s;t wickedly,</L>
<L>In Drunkenne&s;s, Whoredom, and Bla&s;phemy:</L>
<L>And &s;ome again &s;ets their delight in Pride,</L>
<L>Not thinking how their precious Time doth &s;lide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Time is a &s;tately jewel of great gain,</L>
<L>If it be well priz'd and not &s;pent in vain:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that their time be&s;tows in doing well,</L>
<L>In happine&s;s no doubt but they &s;hall dwell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And tho&s;e that &s;pends their time in Idlene&s;s,</L>
<L>Shall one day want it in their great di&s;tre&s;s:</L>
<L>The whole world can't lo&s;t time re&s;tore,</L>
<L>Ye&s;terday's gone and will ne'r return more.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<P><LABEL><HI>Time's</HI> la&s;t Speech to the World.</LABEL></P>
<LG>
<L>Like to an Arrow &s;hot out of a Bow,</L>
<L>Like to the Tide he which doth Ebb and Flow:</L>
<L>Like is a Bird full &s;wift I flye away,</L>
<L>For Rich nor Poor i'le not make any &s;tay.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>DEATH.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>I am the chief Commander Captain <HI>Death,</HI></L>
<L>I Fight again&s;t all Mortals upon Earth:</L>
<L>When I among&s;t them chance to have a care,</L>
<L>I Conquer all, none dare with me hold War.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I fear not the brave&s;t Champions that be,</L>
<L>Though they are &s;tout, yet they can't Conquer me:</L>
<L>'Tis not Manhood nor Valour can them &s;ave,</L>
<L>I make them &s;toop and yield unto the Grave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The chiefe&s;t Prince that in the world doth Live,</L>
<L>When I him &s;trike, he up the Gho&s;t mu&s;t give:</L>
<L>His whole Kingdom can't him from me retain,</L>
<L>From Du&s;t he came, and &s;hall to Du&s;t again,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of Rich mens Power I do not &s;tand in fear,</L>
<L>Nor for their loftine&s;s I do not care:</L>
<L>Their Pride and Honour in the Earth I lay,</L>
<L>When their Gla&s;s is out, with me they mu&s;t away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Rich and Poor, with Old and Young al&s;o,</L>
<L>Both Wi&s;e and Simple to the Grave mu&s;t go:</L>
<L>There's no re&s;pect of Per&s;ons, wor&s;t or be&s;t,</L>
<L>All mu&s;t at la&s;t by me lye <HI>Mortu us e&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I on Mortals lay my fatal &s;troke,</L>
<L>They can't in no wi&s;e &s;lip out my Yoak:</L>
<L>I came &s;uddenly and unawares to all,</L>
<L>Then &s;ee you are prepar'd when Death doth call.</L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>F. Coles, T. Vere, J. VVright,</HI> and <HI>J. Clarke.</HI></HI></P>
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