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A58192
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Folly in print, or, A book of rymes
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Raymond, John, 17th cent.
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1667
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Wing R418; ESTC R5763
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did what ere comes to pass Or if she do not will be counted an Ass To the sweet tune of Samuel Rosye or the Kings Clown JOan Towser am I call'd And I love lusty Robin Though he be rough He 's sure enough And flouts as well as Scogin But if he does not please me And comes not at my calling With Tom or Dick I will not stick To wrastle for a falling And if they fall upon me Although that I lye under ' I le kick and fling Like any thing Shall make them both to wonder If Doll or Kate will tarry Be coy and yet stay longer ' I le not be sick But play the trick I ne're shall do it younger For if that I should tarry Until my Father wedd me I should loose ten Good Husbandmen Who sooner would behead me This six months have I longed Now ' I le be mine own carver For one poor man Do what he can Will only be my starver But I have been so ruffl'd I finde my belly swelling In London Town I 'le lay it down Where I will take my dwelling The Carryer came up with me A well trust lusty Roger 〈◊〉 broad 'i th Back As any Pack ' Im sure he was no dodger He us'd me then so kindely And called me his dear honey But I know not What ere he got ' Im sure he got no money Now I am at my Lodging To entertain a Prentice And he shall pay For Robin's play His Masters cash my rent is But when their cash doth fail me Then I am for your gallant A Redcoat Knight Is my delight For to improve my Talent Next I my case will open A man of Law shall plead it Though he were blinde Hee 'l surely finde The way for him to read it Then to the City Lectures With Bible tread demurely My rowling eyes And holy lyes Will get a Brother surely Next some good Able-Teacher My Scruple must resolve me For hee 's the man Who will and can Abundantly absolve me My Half-crown at a Playhouse Young Heirs and Lords sit by me VVith China-fruits Commence their suits Like VVater-men they ply me But when the play is ended And each man hopes a favour My Coach is gone But here is one My Lord sayes Now I have her The Streets I walk at Twi-light And justle if I like him Then pardon ask Pull of my Mask 'T is ten to one I strike him Sometimes I shrink as fearful VVhen any man comes nigh me Let fall my Glove And then my Love Will take it up and try me How happy this Incounter Replies my civil Cully And this fair hand Shall now be man'd Sothus I catch my Bully But not unto my lodging I dare not for my Mother Or have an Aunt Will give and graunt A sister or a brother Yet I will give a meeting But you shall promise further No other force But your discourse Or I will cry out murther And thus my Nets are spreading To catch my Woodcocks flying Yet seem as coy As any Boy And am as often crying Then I complain my fortune How I did first miscarry A friend untrue Did me pursue Who promis'd me to marry But he came up to London I followed my false lover To Sea he 's gone Or lives unknown Where I cannot discover For Chamber-rent inbted And on the score for feeding Till money come To me from home Where I have had good breeding But if some friend that 's noble Would free me from this trouble Then by this kiss I will be his And thus I blow my bubble Some puny Toasts I wheadle With such like brittle stories But finde much more Who call me whore And kick to Rutt like Tories Though I get store of money The Devils in my trading When Pimp and Baud And Bravo's paid I must take in fresh lading And now in Covent Garden I lodge a wife forsaken A Cavalier My Husband dear By Pirates lately taken This place I cannot rest in Young Rogues are grown so cunning I shall be smoaked And soon uncloaked Therefore I must be running Now I 'le pass for a widow My waiter and my woman In duty they So rich must say At least I 'm for a Yeoman And I have many Suitors With treats and presents striving But must be gone They 'l finde anon I am unfit for wiving I water make for faces And have learnt to cut patches But that 's a trade As much decay'd As that of selling Matches I 'le back into the Countrey And show them my good breeding No 't is too late ' Im out of date I shall not get my feeding Then have amongst the lasses Who will if you be willing In wheatstones Park Give you a mark Cost more then forty shillings Now you know where to finde me At school with Mother Conâ—y Then have at all Both great and small For love or else for money The Perspective of Mortality HOw vain are all our best delights Like shortest days to Winters-nights Scarce well awake till our lives-noon A sickly light and day is done Most wretched mankind seeming free Hath less then Creatures liberty Help-less and crying brought to light Nurs'd up in hazards Parents fright Taught to be pleased with toys and then Forbid delights when we are men Then war or sickness want or trouble Blown up with sin doth break the bubble To a Detraction from the Authour THough I be no Logician Nor yet good Naturalist Nor seen the strange American Whom the neer Sun hath kist I may be honest modest free And charitable too Obedient to God may be What have I more to do Desire of knowledge led the way Sin follow'd swiftly on Both Learn'd and Ignorant astray Have led Religion Best knowledge by Humility Is taught in wisdoms School All other new Philosophy Makes wisemen play the fool Upon the Fatall years of 1665 and 1666. WHat Fate averse doth Damon guide To breath an age of Prodigies Kings have no Subjects who are ty'd By any Rule but Vanities Law nor Religion thought good Not first Baptiz'd in humane blood Incorrigible Race of Worms Whom neither Plague nor War can win Nor fruitful peace but in new forms Call virtue vice and vice no sin 'T were better to believe in lies Then to confess and truth despise In this last Age of wonders sent The will of Heaven to declare We will not see but willfull bent Say bold and wisemen do not fear Times-past the like hath seen or more Variety is natures store Thus sensually we dispute Against the light of blessed truth Till deaths strong Arguments confute The Follies of our Age and Youth And Nature then resolves the doubt That we were in when we were out To the Authours wife in time of the Sickness when he was beyond the Seat HOw happy hadst thou Reymund been When wash't from guilt Original And cleer from any mortal sin If then had been thy Funeral But now alass afraid to dy Because thy Clara is not by Almighty