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<HEAD>The Cavaleers Complaint.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>I tell Thee</HI> DICK, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
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<HEAD>The Cavaleer's Complaint.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme <HI>Jack,</HI> let's drink a Pot of Ale,</L>
<L>And I &s;hall tell Thee &s;uch a Tale</L>
<L>Will make thine Eares to ring:</L>
<L>My Coyne is &s;pent, my Time is lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And I this Only Fruit can boa&s;t,</L>
<L>That Once I &s;aw my <HI>KING.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But This doth mo&s;t afflict my mind,</L>
<L>I went to Court, in hope to &s;ind</L>
<L>Some of my Friends in Place;</L>
<L>And walking There, I had a &s;ight</L>
<L>Of all the Crew: But, by this Light,</L>
<L>I hardly knew One Face!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>S'life, of &s;o many Noble Sparkes,</L>
<L>Who, on their Bodies, bear the Markes</L>
<L>Of their Integritie,</L>
<L>And &s;uffer'd Ruine of E&s;tate;</L>
<L>It was my damn'd unhappy Fate,</L>
<L>That I not One could &s;ee!</L>
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<LG>
<L>Not One, upon my Life, among</L>
<L>My old Acquaintance, all along</L>
<L>At <HI>Truro,</HI> and before;</L>
<L>And, I &s;uppo&s;e, the Place can &s;hew</L>
<L>As few of Tho&s;e, whom Thou did&s;t know</L>
<L>At <HI>Yorke,</HI> or <HI>Mar&s;ton-moore.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But, truly, There are &s;warmes of Tho&s;e,</L>
<L>Who lately were our chiefe&s;t Foes,</L>
<L>Of Pantaloons and Muffes;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the Old ru&s;ty Cavaleer</L>
<L>Retires, or dares not once appear</L>
<L>For want of Coyne, and Cuffes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When none of The&s;e I could de&s;cry,</L>
<L>Who, better far de&s;erv'd; Then I</L>
<L>Calmely did reflect;</L>
<L>Old Services, (by Rule of State)</L>
<L>Like <HI>Almanacks,</HI> grow out of Date,</L>
<L>What then can I expect?</L>
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<LG>
<L>Troth, In contempt of Fortunes frown,</L>
<L>I'll get me fairly out of Town,</L>
<L>And, in a Cloy&s;ter, pray,</L>
<L>That, &s;ince the Starres are yet unkind</L>
<L>To Royalli&s;ts, the King may find</L>
<L>More Faithfull Friends than They.</L>
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<HEAD>An Eccho to the Cavaleers Complaint.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Marvell <HI>Dick,</HI> That having been</L>
<L>So long abroad, and having &s;een</L>
<L>The World, as Thou ha&s;t done,</L>
<L>Thou &s;hould'&s;t acquaint Mee with a Tale</L>
<L>As old as <HI>Ne&s;tor,</HI> and as &s;tale</L>
<L>As That of Prie&s;t and Nunne!</L>
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<LG>
<L>Are We to lea<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> is a Court?</L>
<L>A Pageant, made for Fortunes &s;port,</L>
<L>Where Merits &s;carce appear:</L>
<L>For ba&s;hfull Merit only dwells</L>
<L>In Camps, in Villages, and Cells;</L>
<L>Alas! it dwells not There.</L>
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<LG>
<L>De&s;ert is nice in its Addre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And Merit oftimes doth oppre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Beyond what Guilt would do:</L>
<L>But They are &s;ure of Their Demands,</L>
<L>That come to Court with Golden-hands</L>
<L>And Brazen-faces too.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The King, They &s;ay, doth &s;till profe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To give His Party &s;ome Redre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And cheri&s;h Hone&s;tie:</L>
<L>But His good Wi&s;hes prove in vain,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Service, with His Servants gain,</L>
<L>Not alwayes doth agree.</L>
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<LG>
<L>All Princes, (be They ne're &s;o wi&s;e)</L>
<L>Are fain to &s;ee with Others Eyes,</L>
<L>But, &s;eldom hear at all;</L>
<L>And Courtiers find Their intere&s;t,</L>
<L>In Time to feather well Their Ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Providing for Their Fall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Our Comfort doth on Time depend;</L>
<L>Things, when They are at wor&s;t, will mend:</L>
<L>And let Us but reflect</L>
<L>On our Condition th'other Day,</L>
<L>When None but Tyrants bore the &s;way,</L>
<L>What did We Then expect?</L>
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<LG>
<L>Mean while, a calm Retreat is be&s;t:</L>
<L>But Di&s;content, (if not &s;uppre&s;t)</L>
<L>Will breed Di&s;loyaltie.</L>
<L>This is the con&s;tant Note I &s;ing,</L>
<L>I have been Faithfull to the KING,</L>
<L>And &s;o &s;hall ever be.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Robert Crofts</HI> at the CROWN in <HI>Chancery lane.</HI> 1661.</P>
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