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<DATE>2009-04-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B081113.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="328" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 11 -->
<HEAD>The prai&s;e of Nothing:</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Though &s;ome doe wonder why I write in prai&s;e</L>
<L>Of Nothing, in the&s;e lamentable daies,</L>
<L>When they have read, and will my coun&s;ell take,</L>
<L>I hope of Nothing &s;omething they may make.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To the tune of, Though I have but a marke a yeare, &amp;c.</OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<P><FIGURE>
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<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>THe prai&s;e of wi&s;edome &s;ome doe write,</L>
<L>and &s;ome the prai&s;e of money:</L>
<L>And every one like B&eacute;es to th' hive,</L>
<L>from &s;omething gather hony.</L>
<L>But if my <HI>Genius</HI> doe not faile,</L>
<L>To promp me ere I end my tale,</L>
<L>You'l finde that nothing will prevaile,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>for all mu&s;t turne to nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing was fir&s;t, and &s;hall be la&s;t,</L>
<L>for nothing holds for euer,</L>
<L>And nothing ever yet &s;cap't death,</L>
<L>&s;o can't the longe&s;t liver:</L>
<L>Nothing's Immortall, nothing can,</L>
<L>From cro&s;&s;es ever k&eacute;epe a man,</L>
<L>Nothing can live, when the world is gone,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>for all &s;hall come to nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing in all the world we finde,</L>
<L>with &s;orrow more perplexed,</L>
<L>Then he that with a &s;colding wife,</L>
<L>eternally is vexed.</L>
<L>Who&s;e tongue by nothing can be quel'd,</L>
<L>Although with red hot &s;pincers held</L>
<L>For &s;h&eacute;e will to no rea&s;on y&eacute;eld,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>but &s;cold and brawle for nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing is &s;wifter then the winde,</L>
<L>or lighter then a feather,</L>
<L>Yet I another thing have found,</L>
<L>which quite excelleth either:</L>
<L>A harlots love, that every day,</L>
<L>Is chang'd and &s;wiftly blowne away,</L>
<L>But what's more light then her, I pray,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>the wi&s;eman an&s;weres nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing &s;hall therefore plea&s;e me more,</L>
<L>than women to abandon,</L>
<L>For if that I &s;hould fall in love,</L>
<L>or joyne with &s;uch a wanton:</L>
<L>Sh&eacute;e'd breake my very heart-&s;trings &s;ure,</L>
<L>Or I mu&s;t <HI>Vulcans</HI> lot indure,</L>
<L>And patiently abide the cure,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>or el&s;e be help'd by nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Take you h&eacute;ed then unmarried Lads,</L>
<L>before you grow a lover,</L>
<L>And ere too &s;oone you chu&s;e a wife,</L>
<L>with hone&s;t patience prove her:</L>
<L>For nothing can againe unwed,</L>
<L>Nor cure a Cuckolds aking head,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides once lo&s;t a Maiden-head,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>can be recal'd by nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>IN heat of war nothing is &s;afe,</L>
<L>in peace nothing re&s;pected,</L>
<L>But ill got wealth, which to procure,</L>
<L>no vice at all's neglected:</L>
<L>The &s;onne doth wi&s;h his fathers end,</L>
<L>That he may have his wealth to &s;pend,</L>
<L>But let &s;uch Lads their manners mend,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>or all will come to nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing is &s;afe by Sea or Land,</L>
<L>nor alwaies free from danger,</L>
<L>Which is committed to the tru&s;t,</L>
<L>of either friend or &s;tranger.</L>
<L>For nothing in the world remaines</L>
<L>But for their private ends or gaines,</L>
<L>Theil hav't although they break their brains</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>or bring them&s;elves to nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing regarded more then gold,</L>
<L>but vertue's quite decayd,</L>
<L>For gold the V&s;urer &s;els his &s;oule,</L>
<L>which mu&s;t at la&s;t be paid,</L>
<L>When nothing from the grave can call</L>
<L>Such mizers who their &s;oules inthrall,</L>
<L>To gripe and hoord the Devill and all,</L>
<L><HI>but better they had nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing can from the &s;ight of God,</L>
<L>conceale the faults of any,</L>
<L>For his cleare eye can &s;earch into,</L>
<L>the &s;malle&s;t chinke or cranny.</L>
<L>He can within thy heart e&s;py,</L>
<L>The &s;ecret&s;t &s;innes which there doe lye,</L>
<L>But if you to repentance hie,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>they &s;hall appeare as nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nothing therefore hereafter &s;&eacute;eke</L>
<L>but vertue, vice dete&s;ting,</L>
<L>With pure&s;t robs of &s;anctity,</L>
<L>your humble &s;oule inve&s;ting:</L>
<L>And &s;&eacute;eke you after no &s;uch thing,</L>
<L>Which may your &s;oule to &s;orrow bring,</L>
<L>Or while thou liv'&s;t thy con&s;cience &s;ting,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>or e&s;le de&s;ire nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For though but little thou art worth,</L>
<L>yet nothing do&s;t de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Nor covete&s;t thy neighbours goods,</L>
<L>nor 'bove thy &s;elfe a&s;pire.</L>
<L>But re&s;te&s;t hone&s;tly content,</L>
<L>With that poore little God hath &s;ent,</L>
<L>Thou may&s;t di&s;per&s;e in merriment,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>and &s;ay thou wants for nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When earth-wormes &s;pend their dayes in care,</L>
<L>and nere can re&s;t in quiet.</L>
<L>Nor with the feare to lo&s;e their gold,</L>
<L>have time to &s;l&eacute;epe or dyet:</L>
<L>But with a &s;ad and pen&s;ive minde</L>
<L>Still &s;tudying how the poore to grinde,</L>
<L>Vntill at la&s;t with &s;orrow pinde,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>them&s;elves are turn'd to nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thus you now have heard the prai&s;e,</L>
<L>of nothing, worth a penny:</L>
<L>Which as I &s;tand to &s;ing heare now,</L>
<L>I hope will y&eacute;eld me many.</L>
<L>But if that price be held to deare,</L>
<L>Or any di&s;like this coun&s;ell here,</L>
<L>He may depart with a flea in's eare,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>for I will give him nothing.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<P>Printed at London for H. Go&s;&s;on, dwelling upon London-Bridge nere the Gate.</P>
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