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<HEAD>An excellent new Medly.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To to tune of the Spani&s;h Pauin.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>VVHen <HI>Philomel</HI> begins to &s;ing,</L>
<L>the gra&s;&s;e growes green &amp; flowres &s;pring,</L>
<L>Me thinks it is a plea&s;ant thing,</L>
<L>to walk on Primro&s;e hill,</L>
<L>Maides haue you any Connie-skins</L>
<L>To &s;ell for Laces or great Pinnes</L>
<L>The Pope will pardon veniall &s;innes:</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Peter,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fre&s;h fi&s;h and newes grew quickly &s;tale:</L>
<L>Some &s;ay good wine can nere want &s;ale,</L>
<L>But God &s;end poore folkes Beere &amp; Ale,</L>
<L>enough untill they die</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mo&s;t people now are full of pride.</L>
<L>The Boy &s;aid no but yet be lyde:</L>
<L>His Aunt did to the Cuck-&s;toole ride</L>
<L>for &s;colding.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Within our Towne faire <HI>Su&s;an</HI> dwells:</L>
<L>Sure <HI>Meg</HI> is poy&s;on'd, for the &s;wels,</L>
<L>My friend pull oft your bazzards bells,</L>
<L>and let the haggard <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word">.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take heed you play not at Tray-trip.</L>
<L>Short heeles for&s;ooth will quickly flip.</L>
<L>The beadle makes folke with his whip,</L>
<L>dance naked.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come rap&s;ter tell us whats to pay,</L>
<L><HI>Iane</HI> frownd and cryde good Sir away.</L>
<L>She tooke his kindne&s;&s;e. yet &s;aid nay,</L>
<L>as Maidens v&s;e to do,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The man &s;hall have his Mare agen,</L>
<L>When all fal&s;e knaues proue hone&s;t men.</L>
<L>Our <HI>Si&s;ly</HI> &s;hall be Sainted then,</L>
<L>true <HI>Roger.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Butcher with his ma&s;ty Dog</L>
<L>At Rumford you may buy a Hog,</L>
<L>I faith <HI>Raph Goo&s;e</HI> hath got a clog,</L>
<L>his wench is great with childe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Pillory put the Bakers head,</L>
<L>For making of &s;uch little bread,</L>
<L>Good con&s;cience now a dayes is dead,</L>
<L>Pierce plowman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cutpur&s;e and his Companie</L>
<L>Theeues finde receivers pre&s;ently:</L>
<L>Shun Brokers, Bawdes, and V&s;ury,</L>
<L>for feare of after-claps.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord, what a wicked world is this</L>
<L>The &s;tone lets <HI>Kate</HI> &s;he cannot pi&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Come hither &s;weet and take a ki&s;&s;e</L>
<L>in kindene&s;&s;e</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Bath</HI> a wanton wife did dwell,</L>
<L>She had two buckers to a well,</L>
<L>Would not a dog for anger &s;well,</L>
<L>to &s;ee a pudding creepe:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Hor&s;e-leach is become a Smith,</L>
<L>When haiters faile then cake a With:</L>
<L>They &s;ay an old man hath no pith,</L>
<L>Round <HI>Robin.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Simon</HI> doth &s;uck up all the Egges,</L>
<L><HI>Franke</HI> neuer drinks without Nutmegs,</L>
<L>And pretty <HI>Parnell</HI> &s;hewes her legs,</L>
<L>as &s;lender as my wa&s;te.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When faire <HI>Ieru&s;alem</HI> did &s;tand,</L>
<L>The match is made giue me thy hand,</L>
<L><HI>Maulkin</HI> mu&s;t have a Cambrick hand</L>
<L>blew &s;tarched.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">kow &s;ung hard by the doore,</L>
<L><HI>Gyll</HI> brawled like a butter whore</L>
<L>Cau&s;e her buckeheaded Hu&s;band &s;wore</L>
<L>the Miller was a knave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Good Poets leaue of making playes</L>
<L>Let players &s;eek for Souldiers payes</L>
<L>I doe not like the drunken fraies,</L>
<L>in Smithfield.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now Roy&s;ters &s;purs do gingle braue,</L>
<L><HI>Iohn Sexton</HI> playd the arrand kanue.</L>
<L>To digge a Coar&s;e out of the Grave.</L>
<L>and &s;teal the &s;heet away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The wandring Prince of &s;tately <HI>Troy</HI></L>
<L>Greene &s;leeves were wont to be my ioy,</L>
<L>He is a blinde and paultry boy</L>
<L>god <HI>Cupid,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come hither friend and giue good eare,</L>
<L>A leg of mutton &s;tuft is rare,</L>
<L>Take heed you do not &s;teal my Mare,</L>
<L>it is &s;o hot it burns.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Behold the tryall of true loue,</L>
<L>He took a &s;crich-Owle for a Doue:</L>
<L>This man is like ere long to proue</L>
<L>a Mon&s;ter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis merry when kinde Maltmen meet:</L>
<L>No Cowards fight but in the &s;treet,</L>
<L>Me thinkes this wench &s;mels very &s;weet,</L>
<L>of Mu&s;ke, or &s;omewhat el&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was a man did play at Maw,</L>
<L>The while&s;t his wife made him a daw,</L>
<L>Your Ca&s;e is altered in the law,</L>
<L>quoth <HI>ployden.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Weaver will no &s;huttle &s;hoote,</L>
<L>Goe bid the Cobler mend my boot</L>
<L>He is a foole will go a foot</L>
<L>and let his Hor&s;e &s;tand &s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Did <HI>Iohn a Nokes</HI> and <HI>Iohn a Stiles,</HI></L>
<L>Many an hone&s;t man beguiles.</L>
<L>But all the world is full of wiles</L>
<L>and knauery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of trea&s;on and of Traytors &s;pight</L>
<L>The hou&s;e is haunted with a &s;prit,</L>
<L>Now <HI>Nan</HI> will ri&s;e about midnight,</L>
<L>and walke to <HI>Richards</HI> hou&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Courtly &s;tates and gallants all,</L>
<L>Climbe not too hie for feare you fall:</L>
<L>If one plea&s;e not another &s;hall,</L>
<L>King <HI>pipping.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Diana</HI> and her Darlings deere,</L>
<L>The Dutchmen ply the double Beere:</L>
<L>Boyes rings the bels &amp; make good cheere</L>
<L>when <HI>Kempe</HI> returnes from <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O man what meanes thy heavie looke</L>
<L>Is <HI>Will</HI> not in his Mi&s;tris Booke,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Rouland</HI> for a refuge tooke</L>
<L>Horne-Ca&s;tle</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rich people haue the world at will</L>
<L>Trades fade, but Lawiers flouri&s;h &s;till,</L>
<L><HI>Iacke</HI> would be married unto <HI>Gyll:</HI></L>
<L>but care will kill a Cat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Are you there Sirrah with your Beares,</L>
<L>A Barbers &s;hop with nittie haires.</L>
<L><HI>Doll, Phillis</HI> hath lo&s;t both her eares,</L>
<L>for coozning.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who li&s;t to lead a &s;ouldiers life:</L>
<L><HI>Tom</HI> would eat meat but wants a knife,</L>
<L>The Tinker &s;wore that <HI>Tib</HI> his wife,</L>
<L>would play at uptailes all</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Beleeve my word without an an Oath</L>
<L>The Tailor &s;tole &s;ome of her cloath:</L>
<L>When <HI>George</HI> lay &s;icke &amp; <HI>loane</HI> made him broath</L>
<L>with Hemlocke.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Patron gelt the par&s;onage,</L>
<L>And <HI>E&s;au</HI> &s;old his heritage,</L>
<L>Now <HI>Leonard</HI> lack-wit is foole age,</L>
<L>to be his Fathers heire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ther's many &s;cratch before it itch,</L>
<L><HI>Saul</HI> did ask coun&s;el of a Witch.</L>
<L>Friend, ye may haue a Bacon flitch</L>
<L>at <HI>Dunmow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>King <HI>David</HI> plaid on a Welch Harpe,</L>
<L>This threed will neuer make good warpe</L>
<L>At wi&s;e mens words each foole will carpe</L>
<L>and &s;hoot their witle&s;&s;e bolts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Ione</HI> like a Ram wore hornes and wooll.</L>
<L>Knew you my Ho&s;tis of the Bull,</L>
<L>Spure <HI>Curio</HI> once was made a gull</L>
<L>in <HI>Shoreditch</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The blackamores are blabber lipt,</L>
<L>At <HI>yarmouth</HI> are the Herrings &s;hipt,</L>
<L>And at Bride-well the beggers whipt,</L>
<L>a man may liue and learne,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Grief in my heart doth &s;top my tongue,</L>
<L>The poore man &s;till mu&s;t put up wrong,</L>
<L>Your way lies there then walk along,</L>
<L>to <HI>Witham</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Theee lies a La&s;&s;e that I loue well,</L>
<L>The Broker hath gay clothes to &s;ell,</L>
<L>Which from the Hangmans budget fell,</L>
<L>are you no further yet?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Summer times when Peares be ripe,</L>
<L>Who would give &s;ixpence for a Tripe,</L>
<L>Play Lad or el&s;e lend me thy Pipe</L>
<L>and Taber.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Saint <HI>Nicholas</HI> Clarkes wil take a pur&s;e,</L>
<L>Young children now can &s;weare and cur&s;e</L>
<L>I hope yee like me nere the wor&s;e,</L>
<L>for finding fault therewith.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;ervant is the Ma&s;ters mate.</L>
<L>When go&s;&s;ips meet, ther's too much prate</L>
<L>Poore <HI>Lazarus</HI> lies at <HI>Diues</HI> gate</L>
<L>halfe &s;tarued,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Make ha&s;t to Sea, and hoy&s;t up &s;ailes</L>
<L>The hogs were &s;erud with milking pales</L>
<L>From filthy &s;luts, and from all Ioayles,</L>
<L>good Lord deliver us all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I &s;corne to ride a raw boned Iade,</L>
<L>Fetch me a Mattocke and a Spade,</L>
<L>A <HI>Graves end</HI> To&s;te will &s;oone be made,</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Dennis.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But for to fini&s;h up my Song,</L>
<L>The Ale-wife did the brewer wrong,</L>
<L>One day of &s;orrow &s;eems as long</L>
<L>as ten daies do of mirth,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Medly now is at an end,</L>
<L>Haue you no Bowles or Trayes to mend</L>
<L>Tis hard to finde &s;o true a friend</L>
<L>as <HI>Damon.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed by the A&s;&s;ignes of Thomas Symcocke.</P>
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