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<P>VVit and VVealth Contending for PREHEMINENCE: IN A different Dialogue Between
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<ITEM>Wat Witty-pole and</ITEM>
<ITEM>Davy Rich.</ITEM>
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<Q><L>You who have wit, or wealth (or both) to looke,</L>
<L>Are wi&s;h't (impartially) upon this booke.</L></Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>T. B.</HI> at the Sign of the Maiden|head, neare Holborn Conduit. 1647.</P>
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<HEAD>A DIALOGUE BETWEEN VVit and VVealth.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>CAre I for thy worldly tra&s;h? not a ru&s;h: tell not m&eacute;e of thy millions, thou&s;ands, and hundreds: I pray&s;e my (bountifull) &s;tarres I have an inbred trea&s;ury, not valuable in re&s;|pect of that which thou counte&s;t good.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy,</SPEAKER>
<P>I, I, talk on, talk on; it &s;eemes thou art neither acquainted with wealth, nor (what thou brag'&s;t of mo&s;t) wit; for thou art quite be&s;ide thy Arethmatick, putting the cart before the hor&s;es millions fir&s;t, and hundreds la&s;t: a prepo&s;terous Argument &s;uitable to thy di&s;po&s;ition.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat:</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Why? I tell thee (foole) I am &s;oe wea|ried from the very conception of any thought
<PB N="3" REF="2">concerning Riches, that tis noe wonder, if all words &s;poken by mee on that hatefull &s;ubiect prove to be abortive.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>How doe&s;t thou live then, I prithee?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>By my wit, I tell th&eacute;e, and hold it a farre richer Patrimony then all thy gold can make thee &s;oe much as capable of.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Da.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry I tell thee in my conceit thou'&s;t but a very bad trade on't now. What can&s;t thou expect to get by thy wit, in an age which regards neither wit, hone&s;ty, con&s;cience, humanity. No|ble-Ance&s;trey, nor indeed (to bee briefe) any thing; but what I am Ma&s;ter of, (and by which I can accompli&s;h what&s;oever my thoughts would acquire) and that is money, the darling of the time, the conquerour of Conquerers, the Coyner of Hone&s;ty, and the Muzzell of Elo|quence?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>O brave</HI> Davy, <HI>why now I perceive the ca&s;e is much altered &s;ince I &s;aw th&eacute;e la&s;t, I doe not think but thou ha&s;te bought (and read)</HI> Greens Groats worth of Wit, <HI>or (rather)</HI> Wits Common-wealth; <HI>why thy phra&s;e and man|ners is quite changed from what was wont to b&eacute;e, or I now expected, I do not think but thou art become one of the wits of the times, all thy u&s;uall Dialect was</HI> Opus &amp; u&s;us, <HI>or</HI> Noverint
<PB N="4" REF="3">univer&s;i, &amp;c. <HI>but now let me &s;&eacute;e what is't the Darling of the Time, Conquerour of Conquer|ers, Muzzle of Eloquence; O rare &s;tile I but tell me</HI> Davy, <HI>is all this Rhethorick proper to Pelf?</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>This quotha? why I'd have thee to know <HI>Wat,</HI> that the&s;e golden phra&s;es, and thou&s;ands more daily in u&s;e are the very children of dro&s;&s;e (as thou calle&s;t it) Subjects of &s;ilver, Servants and &s;laves of gold: why man did&s;t never heare talke of golden Boyes, Girles worth gold, and penny white, brown bread La&s;&s;es? I'm &s;ure thou ha&s;t <HI>Wat.</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I marry have I, what then? are all the&s;e Epethits equivalent with an admirable wit, a quaint conceit, a curious delivery, an ex|qui&s;ite device, an elaborate &s;tile, and a gallant humour?</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Davy,</SPEAKER>
<P>Tu&s;h, what of all this? why, I &s;ay a|gaine and againe, and as many times againe as thou wilt, that all this, and as much as thou can&s;t &s;um up between Shrove-tide and Ea&s;ter, are but L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">nt by the benevolence of indu&s;trious gold and &s;ilver, does not money buy Learning? and (I prethee) does not learning make Divines, Law|yers Phi&s;icians, Phylo&s;ophers, Poets, and what not? <HI>Ergo,</HI> no mony no Ma&s;ter, no Ma&s;ter no
<PB N="5" REF="3">Scholler; for it is an old Proverb, <HI>No penny, no Paterno&s;ter;</HI> therefore <HI>Wat</HI> leave off thy bragging of wit, lea&s;t thou prove thy &s;elf a fool, in preferring it before wealth, which is (as it were) a creator of Wit.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I prote&s;t</HI> Davy, <HI>though ind&eacute;ed I never held th&eacute;e to b&eacute;e very wi&s;e, yet I tell th&eacute;e, I ne|ver expected &s;uch a vacuity of di&s;cretion, as now thou ha&s;t bewrayed in thy la&s;t di&s;cour&s;e, out up|on th&eacute;e, hold thy tongue for &s;hame, till thou learn how to u&s;e it better: I vow I'me a&s;ham'd of th&eacute;e.</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Sirrah? tell me patiently, I beleeve in truth this is but a flouri&s;h of wit, a meere whimfie to daunt me, and make mee leave off, but in faith thou art a younger brother in that, all thy witty fla&s;hes cannot beat me off from my ground, I &s;ay &s;till, that wealth is to be preferred before wit, as being (in a manner) the very nur&s;e and fo&s;ter father of it, all the&s;e thy bravadoes &s;hall never beat me off, while I can &s;peak my minde to maintain it.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I marry, thou ha&s;t &s;pun a fine thred in|d&eacute;ed, thy argument is even as &s;trong as a Spi|ders web, which thou &s;halt &s;&eacute;e me pre&s;ently blow away, and di&s;&s;olve with a bla&s;t from my mouth; thou ha&s;t &s;poken like a m&eacute;ere Dody-pole as thou
<PB N="6" REF="4">art, in &s;&eacute;eking to prove that Wealth buyes Learning, and Learning creates wit, when it is apparently &s;&eacute;en to the contrary; onely this I confe&s;&s;e that Literature is a mo&s;t nece&s;&s;ary handmaid to the Mu&s;es, without which (ind&eacute;ed) they cannot be well dre&s;&s;ed, but</HI> Po&euml;ta na&s;ci<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ur non fit, <HI>a Poet is &s;o born, not &s;o made, for un|le&s;&s;e a man have an inbred and naturall proclivi|ty, what boots all his Learning? nay rather, doth it not render him more odious to his audi|tors, who expecting the Nut of Learning, finde nothing but the &s;hell of guilded ignorance, like a Iay deck'd in Peacocks feathers, a Sow with a gold ring in her &s;nout, and a Millers A&s;&s;e, garni&s;hed with the rich &s;addle and trappings of</HI> Beucephelus, <HI>doth not the experience of all ages ratifie this? &s;peak men.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou would&s;t inforce me to beleeve &s;o, but I neither can nor will, without particu|lars to confirm thy words more then a generall &s;aying that it is &s;o, therefore I ab&s;olutely deny the Argument to be good unle&s;&s;e thou can&s;t in|&s;tance &s;ome pregnant proofe to ju&s;tifie thy a&s;|&s;ertion.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>That I can very readily doe, not n&eacute;ed|ing to trouble th&eacute;e with precedent men &amp; times, but even turning to tho&s;e now living in this
<PB N="7" REF="4">pre&s;ent age, and of them one mo&s;t eminent may &s;erve to dignifie a multitude of others more ob|&s;cure: what thinke&s;t thou of that notable (only) Engli&s;h Poet</HI> John Taylor, <HI>how many &s;ublime and (truely) witty Poems hath b&eacute;e publi&s;hed in Print? rai&s;ing a Pyramides to his never dy|ing memory, of an ingenuous fertile braine without any addition of learning worth menti|on: but what his own indu&s;trious (and inbred) capacity hath po&s;&s;e&s;t him of; what curry-combs hath hee taken out of the Iron-mongers own &s;hop to dre&s;&s;e the (ill conditioned) Iade withall? how artificially hath he ro&s;ted and broyled him upon his own &s;pits, and grid-irons, how hath h&eacute;e fry'd and to&s;s'd him in his own frying-pan, ba&s;ted him with his own ladle, and boyl'd him like a Calves-head and Bacon in his own pot|tage-pot? Now I preth&eacute;e judge impartially of this; the one vaunts much of great learning (which thou &s;aye&s;t is bought with money) the other profe&s;&s;eth him&s;elf to be guilty of very lit|tle (if any) and yet how different their writings are, having (with all po&s;&s;ible acerbity pre&s;t the Pre&s;&s;e again&s;t each other, the world hath cen&s;ur|ed already, and &s;o doe thou now.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, is not the Iron-monger coun|ted for a pregnant witty fellow? I think he is,
<PB N="8" REF="5">he hath publi&s;hed (and doth weekly) a number of Pamphlets, which &s;ome like exceeding well</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Why, I tell th&eacute;e h&eacute;e hath no wit, but a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters"> kinde of railing invention; was ever any ag<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters"> guilty of producing &s;uch a firebrand of mi&s;|chiefe? what pe&s;tiferous incentives hath hee writen and publi&s;hed, to &s;tir up &s;edition betwixt the King and his people, while it is to be feared h&eacute;e is really true to neither.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well then, leaving this di&s;cour&s;e, let us proceed to &s;omething (in my conceit) more pertinent to our purpo&s;e, which &s;hall bee this: whether Wit or Wealth (as I touched in the beginning) will be&s;t feed and cloath a man? an|&s;wer me to that briefly and plainly; here's the ca&s;e, thou ha&s;t Wit enough, and I have Wealth enough; now which of them affords the be&s;t maintenance, there lies the &s;tate of the que&s;tion, I hold my principle &s;till, Wealth is to be prefer|red before Wit?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>And I will confidently defend the pre|cedency of Wit before Wealth, as being a di|vine and &s;upernaturall gift, which mony can never purcha&s;e.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's confe&s;t but neverthele&s;&s;e thou can&s;t not deny but Wealth is a Divine gift, as well as Wit, is it not? doth not holy writ men|tion
<PB N="9" REF="5">many godly men, very rich?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I preth&eacute;e</HI> Davy <HI>let holy Writ alone in our quarrell, for I love not to mix holy and pro|phane matters together, but if thou &s;houlde&s;t hedge in them to make thy fence the &s;tronger, the examples are &s;o few, in compari&s;on of o|thers, that have abandoned riches to imbrace contemplation in poverty; that the difference would ea&s;ily appeare; to what end thinke&s;t thou did my Couzen</HI> Crates <HI>that witty Phylo&s;opher, throw all his wealth (which was abundance) into the Sea; was it not becau&s;e it was an im|pediment to his &s;tudy, and our Poets in imitati|on of him, if they be po&s;&s;e&s;t with any worldly tra&s;h (as loathing to k&eacute;ep it) doe they not drown it in Sack, as he drowned his in the Sea? what &s;hould he doe with wealth, who hates it in com|pari&s;on of his &s;tudy? the Mu&s;es children ne're turn V&s;urers, nor care they for coyn, but for ne|ce&s;&s;ity, all be&s;ides is &s;uperfluous.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is all true (I confe&s;&s;e) but tell me one thing <HI>Wat,</HI> how if thou &s;hould'&s;t come to be &s;ick, lame, ca&s;t in pri&s;on, or feel any &s;uch kind of affliction, can thy wit ea&s;e or relea&s;e thee, will the Phi&s;itians, or Gaolers, take learned Epi&s;tles, or witty Poems, in lieu of their fees, can&s;t thou in rime &s;hew them a rea&s;on why they &s;hould
<PB N="10" REF="6">deliver thee without money? nay, Ile goe <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> nearer and ea&s;ier way with thee, can&s;t thou by &s;uch meanes procure any palliation or mitigati|on to (or of) thy mi&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">y, will they be mollified with Madrigalls, &s;oftned with Sonets, entreated with Epigrams overcome with Odes? tell mee &s;eriou&s;ly, <HI>Wat,</HI> what think'&s;t thou? whether will Wit or Wealth (in &s;uch &s;ad exigents) &s;tand thee in the mo&s;t &s;tead?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>This touches home I prote&s;t, thou ne|ver graveld'&s;t me till now, yet Ile beare up &s;till; and &s;uppo&s;e that reliefe may be gain'd by Art; for if</HI> Orpheus <HI>had power with his dulced har|mony to convert &s;alvage bea&s;ts from their natu|rall (and cu&s;tomary) truculency, can it be ima|gined that men (&s;uch as are Phi&s;itians or Gao|lers) &s;hould be more barbarous then bruit bea&s;ts, more &s;alvage then Satyres, more cruel then Ca|niballs, and more inhumane then Incubu&s;es, have I clench'd the nayle</HI> Davy, <HI>what &s;aye&s;t thou?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very &s;leightly, <HI>Wat,</HI> nay, now I per|ceive thou beginne&s;t to yeeld, I have beat thee out of thy pay run thee off o'thy legges, put thee be&s;ides thy Text, turn'd thee out of time, and whipt thee to confe&s;&s;ion of thy folly, yeeld up the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> <HI>Wat</HI> for in truth thou art utterly
<PB N="11" REF="6">foyl'd in thy argument, art thou not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Ne're the &s;ooner for a ha&s;ty word,</HI> Da|vy, <HI>I confe&s;&s;e that I doubt &s;ome of this is to<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"> true, but how&s;oever,</HI> Davy, <HI>let mee have tryall by thy own Law, thou did&s;t put me to particu|lar proofes in a generall plain ra&s;e, the like I claime of th&eacute;e.</HI></P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very willingly, <HI>Wat,</HI> but let one in|clude many as thou &s;erved&s;t mee (about <HI>Iohn Taylor</HI>) there is an hone&s;t man, a very good friend of mine, and one whom thou knowe&s;t very well (but he &s;hall now goe namele&s;&s;e) he is (by many) accounted to have an indifferent por|tion of wit, but in this &s;ad predicament being a clo&s;e pri&s;oner in <HI>Aulum Iu&s;titia,</HI> belonging to <HI>Nova Porta</HI>) he is altogether de&s;titute of mony, and con&s;equently of friends; all &s;hunning him (as a man utterly forlorn and for&s;aken;) nay, which is mo&s;t (and wor&s;t) of all: Some to whom the key of his wit (when he was at liberty) did, in a manner, open the doore to their earthly hap|pine&s;&s;e (I think they expect no heavenly) now in his di&s;tre&s;&s;ed captivity, doe utterly abandon his &s;ight not vouch&s;afing to vi&s;it him with money due to him, nor giving him former imployment, what &s;aye&s;t thou to this, <HI>Wat,</HI> wilt thou yet grant me the Victory?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="12" REF="7">
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Truely I am heartily &s;orry, that thou give&s;t mee &s;uch (a failing) occa&s;ion; e&s;pecially con&s;idering that he is an intimate acquaintance of mine (as thou &s;aye&s;t he is) tu&s;h, I am not ab|&s;olutely induced to bel&eacute;eve it; yet ind&eacute;ed this pre&s;ent age hath gotten the &s;tart of all precedent times for ingratitude, hypocri&s;ie, hardne&s;&s;e of heart, neglect of lawdable Arts (and Cu&s;tomes,) and ind&eacute;ed want of common hone&s;ty; but let m&eacute;e &s;&eacute;e, I was about to ask th&eacute;e how the Gao|lers u&s;e him (for that was our argument before) but 'tis n&eacute;edle&s;&s;e di&s;cour&s;e for if his profe&s;&s;ed and obliged friends, are &s;o ingratefully cruell, a man may almo&s;t conclude it as an Article that his wit or hone&s;ty will but little prevaile with the K&eacute;epers without that which makes the Mare to goe.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o I &s;aid before, and ye introth, <HI>Wat,</HI> I mu&s;t needs (in his ca&s;e) vary &s;omething from my fir&s;t principle: for his particular he: hath found unexpected favour from his Keepers (whether wone by his wit, hone&s;ty, or both, I que&s;tion not) for were not their hearts &s;oftned in con&s;ideration of his condition which is with|out paralell): he had been ca&s;t into the common Gaole before this time, there to have peri&s;hed without any remedy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="13" REF="7">
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Well,</HI> Davy, <HI>me thinks yet I &s;mell the victory as hot in my no&s;trils as a Beare does honey in a marrow-bone: ha&s;t not thou confe&s;t it thy &s;elf? do&s;t not thou (with pitying his ca&s;e, withall) conclude that his wit and hone&s;ty pro|cure him favour without money? what can be more cleare? a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters"></HI> Davy? <HI>have I taken you tardy ath' la&s;t? come yeild, yeild.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well <HI>Wat:</HI> I perceive that if I give thee an Inch thou'lt take an Ell: but I prithee don't vaunt before the victory: &s;uppo&s;e I have granted that the Keepers are kind to him beyond cu&s;to|mary u&s;e? wilt thou therefore runne away with the argument, as though the poore man might not be better us'd for money, if he had it? away with thee, thou a <HI>Wity-pole,</HI> thou a <HI>Dady-pole,</HI> (as thou call'&s;t me) thou ha&s;t ab&s;olutely brought thy &s;elf into a Meander of folly; from which all thy pretended Wit cannot deliver thee.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>O brave</HI> Davy, <HI>I prote&s;t I think the rich fool will carry't when all is done.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rich fool quotha, marry, <HI>Wat,</HI> as the world goes now adaies, he's mo&s;t wi&s;e (or wity, or what thou wilt call it) that can keep a penny for a rainy day (as the Proverb &s;ayes) come, come <HI>Wat,</HI> have thou wit to &s;ave thy money when thou ha&s;t it, thou'lt brook thy name the better
<PB N="14" REF="8">by't, doe not &s;tand upon a vain opinion of living by thy wit, I tell thee thou maye&s;t as well turn Chamelion and live by the a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">re, con&s;ider with thy &s;elf, the condition of people, though they &s;peak faire in pro&s;perity, while the golden &s;un or the &s;ilver Moon of thy fortunes, reflect upon them, what will they doe, or what will they &s;ay when tho&s;e refulgent Luminaries are &s;et or eclip&s;ed, Faith, if thou want&s;t either meat, drink, or appa|rell, &s;o thou may&s;t, till new Lights be recovered, if thou owe money, wit will not pay it, thats cer|taine.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat,</SPEAKER>
<L>Well though this age my humor will not fit,</L>
<L>The time hath been, when I liv'd by my wit.</L>
<L>And bravely too, my minde unto my &s;elfe,</L>
<L>Yeelding content; exceeded all thy pelf.</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> rich man ne'r content, &s;till wi&s;hes more,</L>
<L>Ith' mid&s;t of's wealth, hees mi&s;erably poore,</L>
<L>The poore man pleas'd with what rich heaven hath &s;ent,</L>
<L>Is rich in minde, being with his &s;tate content.</L>
<L>Hang pelf (&s;ay I) Ile ne'r be &s;lave to it.</L>
<L>Ile rather mak't a &s;lave to me and wit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Then,</HI> Wat, <HI>it &s;&eacute;ems all the&s;e rea&s;ons don't move th&eacute;e to retract thy &s;ayings.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, <HI>Davy</HI> no, I will not yeeld a whit,</L>
<L>Nor &s;ay that cur&s;ed Wealth &s;hall reigne o're Wit:</L>
<L>Wit is a branch of Wi&s;doms &s;acred tree,</L>
<L>Who&s;e root's in heaven, but on the contrary,</L>
<L>Gold grows ith' earth, and cau&s;eth &s;o much evill,</L>
<L>That many men to gain it, &s;erve the devill.</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="8">For my part, what is needfull, I re&s;pect,</L>
<L>The re&s;t I (as &s;uperfluous chaffe) reject,</L>
<L>Could food and rayment bought with ru&s;hes be,</L>
<L>Take gold and &s;ilver then who li&s;t for m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well <HI>Wat,</HI> thou ha&s;t got two &s;trings to thy bow, what thou can&s;t not get with rea|&s;on thou'lt have in rime, well, Ile yeeld on one condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>What's that, a reque&s;t that is rea&s;on|able, or rimeable, &s;peak?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Both, I de&s;ire a Song before we part, that &s;hall end our controver&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Wilt thou not be angry? may I &s;ing what comes at my tongues end.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy,</SPEAKER>
<P>I, I, what comes next let's have it, I prethee hone&s;t <HI>Wat.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Then have at it, 't &s;hall b&eacute;e extempore, a tryall of Wit.</HI></P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>A Song.</HI> To the tune of, See the building, &amp;c.</STAGE>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>FY on fond riches,</L>
<L>That earthly mindes bewitches,</L>
<L>to griefe and Smart:</L>
<L>Woe worth that trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Which doth beyond all mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>in&s;nare the heart.</L>
<L>Wellfare tho&s;e &s;pirits that a&s;cend.</L>
<L>the forked Mountain.</L>
<L>and ta&s;te that Fountain,</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="9">Who&s;e dulced &s;treames no tongue can right commend:</L>
<L>Such is the matchle&s;&s;e plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>that doth on Wit attend.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Ob&s;erve the &s;orrowes,</L>
<L>Which the rich Mi&s;er borrows,</L>
<L>who lends for gaine:</L>
<L>Note well the pa&s;&s;ions</L>
<L>And &s;leeps preocupations,</L>
<L>which vex his braine.</L>
<L>Take notice al&s;o of the joy,</L>
<L>which he'es po&s;&s;e&s;t off</L>
<L>who makes a je&s;t off</L>
<L>This momentary tra&s;h, which as a toy,</L>
<L>wee wits throwe downe before us,</L>
<L>the drawers to Imploy.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Give me that necter,</L>
<L>Which is my hearts directer:</L>
<L>my Mu&s;es guide,</L>
<L>No earthly metle.</L>
<L>Hath power my thoughts to &s;etle,</L>
<L>my fancies ride.</L>
<L>Through Heaven, Hell, Sea, Land, and Sky,</L>
<L>all in a moment,</L>
<L>and I can comment.</L>
<L>On all events, and judge both lowe and high,</L>
<L>&s;o's hee thats an affecter,</L>
<L>of heavenly Poetry.</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Davy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Gramercy</HI> Wat <HI>this &s;ong de&s;erves my pray&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Were it for nothing els, thou win'&s;t the Bayes.</HI></L>
<L>Adeiu hone&s;t <HI>Wat</HI> witypole.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Davy farwell; anon I'l drink a health,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To him who rates my wit above his wealth.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit ambo.</STAGE>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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