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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19035	Cobbes prophecies his signes and tokens, his madrigalls, questions, and answeres, with his spirituall lesson, in verse, rime, and prose. Pleasant, and not vnprofitable. Reade that will, iudge that can, like that list.		1614 (1614)	STC 5452; ESTC S108104	11,901	38

taine for Honesty Hypoorisie for Piety And babling held for eloquence And basenesse stands for excellence When truth shall be esteem'd a iest And he that 's rich is onely blest While all the vertues of the mind Do all go whirling downe the wind And braine spun thred shall be esteemd And Wisedome little worth be deemd And flatterers shall stand for friends To bring but fooles to idle ends When nothing shall be well begun But crost or spoild ere it be done And euery where the bad for good Shall be too much misvnderstood While wilfull folly should reioyce In making of a wicked choyce And true discretion grieue to see In what a case the cursed be If such a time was neuer such Should come to cursse the world so much As God forbid it should be so That Man should so much sorrow know That Deuils so should play their parts Then vp to Heauen with honest harts WHen seuen Geese follow one Swan And seuen Cats licke in one pan When seuen Iack-dawes follow one Crow And seuen Archers shoot in one Bow When seuen Citties make but one State And seuen houses haue but one Gate When seuen Armies make but one Campe And seuen States haue but one stamp When seuen Schollers haue but one gown And seuen Lordships make but one towne When seuen Swagrers haue but one Punck And seuen trauailers haue but one truncke When seuen Horses saddle one Mare And seuen Pedlers haue but one packe of ware When seuen Hackney Men haue but one Iade And seuen Cutlers haue but one Blade When seuen Butchers haue but one staule And seuen Coblers haue but one aule When seuen riuers haue but one Fish And seuen Tables haue but one Dish When seuen Lawyers plead but one case And seuen Painters worke vpon one face When seuen Ditties haue but one Note And seuen Fidlers haue but one Grote When seuen Guls haue but one throat And seuen Truls haue but one peticoat If by the number thus of seuen The one doe make the odde full euen That in the sence of the conceit The seuen to one doe make vp eight It seemes not strange yet vnto me T is strange now eeuen and odde agree Yet when it fals t is no deceit That seuen and one doe make vp eight VVHen the Hen crowes Then the Cocke knowes what worke must be done And when the wind blowes Then the Sailer knowes what course must be runne When the Mill goes Then the Miller knowes what Fish are a flote And when the tide flowes Then the Water-man knowes what to doe with his Boate. When the Grasse growes Then the Mower knowes what to do with his Sithe And when the Farmer sowes Then the Parson knowes he shall haue a Tithe When the Buckes take the Does Then the Warriner knowes there are Rabbets in breeding And when the Bag showes Then the Milke-maid knowes the Cow hath good feeding WHen the day peepeth And the Husbandman sleepeth he looseth the gaine of the morning But when the Ducke quaketh And Sim his Susan waketh take heed of working for horning When the Bell righeth And Robin-redbrest singeth vp maids and make cleane your Dairy But if ye lye and stretch ye Vntill the lazy catch ye take heed that ye meete not the Fairy When the Cow loweth And Cocke-a-doodle croweth vp maids and put on your raiment For if ye keepe your beds Till ye loose your maiden heads take heed of a forty weeks paiment But when the Starre shooteth And the Owle hooteth to bed then and take your ease But when ye would rest Take heed in your nest ye find not worse varmin then fleas When the Dogge howleth And your Dame scowleth then wenches take heed of foule weather But when the Mouse peepeth And your Dame sleepeth then laugh and be merry togither When the Watch walketh And at the doore talketh Lads and Guirles looke to your doores Then to bed roundly And sleepe there as soundly as if ye were all knaues and whores VVHen a man is old And the wether blowes cold well fare a fire and a fur'd Gowne But when he is young And his blood new sprung his sweete hart is worth halfe the Towne When a Maid is faire In her smocke and haire who would not be glad to woe her But when she goes to bed To loose her maiden-head how kindly her Good-man goes to her When the Grasse doth spring And the Birds gin to sing take heed of St. Valentines day Least while ye reioyce In lighting on your choyce ye make not ill worke before May. When the Sunne shines bright And the Day is light then Shepheards abroad with your flocks But if the Heyfer play And the Heard be away take heed the Bull prooue not an Oxe When the Corne is ripe And the Straw makes a pipe then to it with the Sithe and the Sickle But when ye make the stacke If ye lye on your backe take heed how ye laugh till ye tickle When the Apples fall And the Patridges call Then Farmers haue home with your Corne But when ye make your Mowes Take heed to your Cowes they beare not a sheafe on a horne When the trees doe bud And the Kids chew the cud then fall to your digging and sowing But if you seede be nought Or your worke be ill wrought then blame not the ground for ill growing When the Sunne is downe And the Guests come to towne long trauailers lightly are weary But if mine Oste be a good fellow And mine Ostesse be not yellow who then would not laugh and be merry IN the month of May Is a pretty play is called youths wooing But long it will not last For when that May is past there will be no doing For loue is so quicke He stands on a pricke that likes no delaying For idle excuses Are but lues abuses that marre all the Maying The squint of an eye May oft looke awry in fancies new fashion But winke and shake the head And the colour once dead there is the true passion When the eye reedeth How the hart bleedeth in silence true teares Then easily may the mind If that it be not blind see what the spirit beares For passions staid lookes Are Truths only books where kindnesse best reedeth The time and the place In beauties best grace how loue euer speedeth VVHen the time of the yeare Doth cal for good cheere why should we not laugh and be merry When a Cup of good Sacke That hurts not the backe will make the cheeks red as a Cherry When the thred is all spun And the worke is all done why should not the work-folkes go play When a pot of good Ale And a merry old tale would passe the time smoothly away When the Medowes are growne And the Grasse abroad throwne for shame giue the wench a green gowne But when the Haruest is in And the Bread in the Bin then Piper play laugh and lye downe When my Dame fals to Bake A Pudding and a Cake