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A50685	Pecuniæ obediunt omnia Money masters all things, or, Satyrical poems, shewing the power and influence of money over all men, of what profession or trade soever they be : to which are added, A Lenten litany, by Mr. C____d, A satyr on Mr. Dryden, and several other modern translators : also A satyr on women in general : together with Mr. Oldham's Character of a certain ugly old p----	Menton, L.; C---d, Mr. Lenten litany.; Oldham, John, 1653-1683. Character of a certain ugly old p-----.	1698 (1698)	Wing M1821B; ESTC R202913	71,116	145

her does centre all his Happiness LXXXVI On Farriers If you 've a Horse that 's sick or lame wants cure Whene'er the Farrier comes he 'll you assure That he can cure him and will undertake That he 'll perform great Feats for Money 's sake He knows how many Joynts and Bones as plain And every Sinew Artery and Vein Are in your Horse and where and how they lie As if he'ad read upon Anatomy And yet for all this Skill we often see That he does clear mistake the Malady Which being not by him right understood He oft gives that which does more harm than good And so instead of curing of your Horse He makes him every Day far worse and worse Until at length he turns up's Heels and die And yet the Horse-Leech you must satisfie For his Medicaments Labour and Pains And so your Loss at length becomes his Gains I 've known a noted Farrier so misled He'as said a Horse was strain'd when gravelled And has hot Oils unto the Horse apply'd For some few Days until it was espy'd The Horse grew worse and worse and did break out Above the Hoof which put it out of doubt He wonders then he shou'd so far mistake And says he now must other Measures take He cuts the Hoof finds all within decay'd The Horse will lose his Hoof I am afraid Cries he then long time tampers with the same Till th' Horse is kill'd or at the best proves lame And yet tho' thro' this Fellows Ignorance To you befals this Damage and Mischance He 'll have the Confidence Money to ask Tho' he thus fondly have perform'd his Task But yet I think if he had his Desert To pay for th' Horse in such a Case is his part For Money 's sake Men undertake strange things She can prevail to take the Life of Kings LXXXVII On Paviours The Paviour when he works by Yard or Great Will make his Tools and Hands go till he sweat As fast he 'll pitch the Stones and nimbly pave As th' Servers can the same unto him heave Great Pains he 'll take to pave much on a Day For then he knows more Money 's due for pay For greediness of Money thus he 'll cheat And take no pains firmly the Work to beat But cover't o'er with Sand to make 't appear Firm to the Eye when within half a year It all breaks up then all the Labour 's lost And th' Owner then is put to double Cost For if at first the Stones he firmly set Covers them well and has them strongly beat Till every Chink is close fill'd up with Sand And no Stone higher than another stand But all so firmly beat and close and plain That it will bear a loaden Cart or Wain And never shrink that is right Work indeed But ah Sir then he cannot make such speed Nor get such Wage as he desires to have For store of Cash you 've leave to call him Knave Money 's the false Trivenifica we see Enchants Men to betray their Honesty Credit good Name and all that is most dear If she upon the Stage does but appear LXXXVIII On Upholsters If the Upholster to your House do come To set up Beds for you or hang a Room If you pay down the Price you make him set And bring him down as low as you can get But if you tick that is a curst Disease For then he sets whatever Rate he please When you with any Tradesman wou'd agree At easie Price then Money he must see LXXXIX On Water-men The Water-men do wait at Rivers Stairs And Lanes near Water-sides expecting Fares When any come they think do want a Boat They run hold up their Hand set up their Note Sculler and Oars they cry and stop your way Till th' Sign you give they will not be said nay And when a jolly Company they get They 'll cast their Coats and row until they sweat And Day by Day this Course they do attend For Madam Money 's sake their chiefest Friend 'T is she on whom they solely do rely Them in their great Distresses to supply When her they have of nought they stand in fear For nothing they can want when Money 's there Money 's the Idol that each Man adores And her Assistance all the World implores XC On Ferry-men The Ferry-men that Passage-Boats do keep Attend all Day at Night break off their sleep To wait on those who that way do resort Them and their Goods o'er Rivers to transport This Toil and Pains they take for Money 's sake Ne'er grudge thereat nor no Complaints do make For these poor Men do think that Money is Th' Royal Diploma of all Earthly Bliss XCI On Barge men Bargers and Lighter-men do roar and bawl By Night and Day their Boats they pull and haul Many cold Blast and bitter Storm they bide Be 't fair or soul they will not lose their Tide But out they 'll go no Weather them can stay What is 't that poor Men will not do for Pay Money 's the Crown of all their Hopes the Prize At which they aim precious in all Men's Eyes The Apotheca of all Terrestrial Good She brings to all both Clothes and Drink and Food XCII On Apothecaries When th' Pharmacopolist does get a Bill From th' Learned Doctor for such Men as will Good Payment make and where his Money 's sure For such he looks out Druggs both found and pure And in his Mortar them will foundly beat And run his Pestle round until he sweat Then makes the Physick truly up and quick And then the Patient visit that lies sick At your Bed-side he takes hold of your Arm And in his canting Terms begins his Charm Does feel your Pulse and says he 'll set you right And talks as if he 'd cure you upon sight He to you then a Bottle small does bring And bids you taste Oh 't is a Cordial thing Then he pulls out a Pot of his Conserve Which you must often take it will preserve Your Body Cool repress excessive Thirst But you must take of this same Bottle first Says he then many Pots and Glasses more He leaves t' inlarge his Bill augment your Score Which signifie no more for you to eat Than Chip in Pottage for 't is all a Cheat. Then he does daily some Slip Slap or other Bring to your Chamber and there does them clother So those that come to visit you ne'er stop To say 't is like th' Apothecary's Shop Money does make his Mortar sweetly knell And if you 've none it tolls your passing Bell. Old rotten Drugs on th' poorer sort he 'll try Has no regard whether they live or die For in such Case where Payment he does fear His Shop of rotten Drugs he then will clear If Money had the power but Life to give The Rich would never die Poor not long live XCIII On Druggists Druggists found Medicines nor Drugs will send But where their Money 's sure tho' you 're

Trade Money they love so well That for her sake they 'll pawn their Souls to Hell CXXII On Mealmen Some fine and course Grain mixt the Mealman will Grind into Flower and at the best Price sell And if you ask him when you come to buy If it is made of the best Corn he answers I. The choicest Grain the Markets do afford Is in that Flower believe it on my Word The Saying's true the finest Corn is there But of the courser sort's the greater share Thus he dissembles lyes equivocates And by such Means these Men do get Estates Then they can damp their Flour some other whiles Which makes it greater weight and so beguiles To cozen lye dissemble's no Offence If Money 's thereby got they can dispense With the severest Checks of Conscience Alas Alas What Comfort is in this Money to gain and lose eternal Bliss CXXIII On Apprentices Poor Prentices the space of Seven Year Or longer time their Masters serve with fear Have many Taunts crabb'd Words and scornful Looks More strictly kept than Scholars to their Books And sometimes beat inhumanely abus'd ' Twou'd pity one to have their Dog so us'd Some Lads on silly Errands are sent out For petty things for which some do them flout Some clean the Shooes fetch Coles and Door-Stones sweep Dress Stable out and Master's Horse doe keep Many cold Winter stormy bitter Day Poor Boys behind the Shop-board trembling stay Fingers and Hands so swell'd and numb'd with Cold They scarcely any thing can take or hold When Hands and Feet are Cold if they desire Yet without leave they must not come to th' Fire Their Fingers blow behind Backs stand and wait Whilst th' Masters warm themselves sitting in State Some Boys are almost starv'd for want of Meat Or 's slubber'd so when 't comes they cannot eat Drudges and perfect Slaves some Lads are made Before they can be Masters of their Trade These Hardships they endure with hopes to see Their Term expire and then they shall be free May set up for themselves and take their Ease Having no angry Master then to please But then may sell their Wares and Money take Having endur'd great slavery for her sake Then they 're in hopes to get a vertuous Wife Whose Company 's the solace of Man's Life Who for the further Comfort of their State Will Money bring for her Associate Then all their former Slavery's quite forgot When as a treble Bliss falls to their Lot Freedom a Vertuous Wife and Money store What can a Man in this Life covet more CXXIV On Fishermen Poor Fishermen to wait their Time and Tide In sorry Cabbins near the Water side On Straw or Rushes poorly lie and tumble At their mean Fare and Hardships never grumble But draw their Nets and Lines in Rain and Cold And joyful are when they some Fish behold And those poor Men who venture out to Sea When Storms arise sometimes are cast away And so instead of catching Fish for Gain Themselves are catch't by Death entomb'd i' th' Main The hopes Men have they Money shall command Makes them adventure both by Sea and Land Comfort she brings in time of greatest need Men in their greatest Trouble she has freed What Toyl or Hazard can be thought too much For Money then whose Company is such O Money Money all Men thee adore Both those at Sea and those upon the Shore CXXV On Tapsters Tapsters who th' Masters Cellars farm by great Will froth their Pots and Cans nick on and cheat Their Drink in Pots and little Mugs will fill Tankard and sorry Cans for Cheat they will Both in the pinching Measure and their Score So long as Money comes they 'll ne'er give o'e● Play all their Tricks that they may hold her fast Till Satan comes and th' Tapster gets at last CXXVI On Hostlers An Hostler's lookt upon to be a Man That certainly will cheat you if he can For tho' you see your Horse with corn well fed And take great Care before you go to Bed To have your Horse's Rack well fill'd with Hay As soon as you are gone he 'll take 't away And so your Horse all Night stands without Meat Then the next Morn betimes that he no Cheat May seem to be he puts some Hay i' th' Rack Then Master says your Horse no Meat did lack Your self did see the Rack I did so fill That there 's a great deal does remain in 't still And thus the Knave his Credit would retrieve Hoping that what he says you do believe If with your Corn you trust him to your Horse Then he it's like will cheat you worse and worse If you command him half a Peck to give Your Horse perhaps he 'll half as much receive Or sometimes none at all you must take care Or otherwise your Horse will get ill Fare But this is unto such who Strangers are Or pinching Slaves for whom he does not care If you 're a constant Guest and nobly pay He 'll neither cheat you then of Corn nor Hay But will as honest be in every Case As if your self were by him in the place For he 's assur'd you will be very free And so he deals with you in honesty Immoderate Love of Gains for his Relief Does tempt the Man to make himself a Thief There 's many have so dearly Money bought That they themselves have to the Gallows brought CXXVII On Hackney Coachmen The Hackney-Coachman when he sees it Rain He 's pleas'd thereat tho' others do complain For he 's in hopes to have then a good Trade Whereby good store of Money will be made He values not tho' he be wet to th' Skin If he can get but store of Money in In wet and cold he 'll drive tho' Storms be great And in hot Weather moil in Dust and Sweat And in his Coach-Box with great Patience sit For Money runs betwixt him and his Wit His Mind is wholly sixt upon his Gains 'T is Money that does recompence his Pains CXXVIII On City Carmen and Draymen Carmen and Draymen oft-times have great Lists And when they drive are hard put to their shifts Oft-times in narrow Lanes there 's such a Throng They hazard sore their Lives to pass along They pull they lift they curse they bawl and flight Sometimes to downright Blows they fall and sight All Blood and Dirt with Hair all torn they 've been And hardly can be parted they 're so keen And this they undertake and then this For th' love of Money their admired Miss She charms them so they 'll any Toil endure In Leather Coats and Frocks to make her sure What Pains can be too great her to acquire Whom all the World does follow and admire In whose Society there 's such delight That Princes do for her make War and sight CXXIX On Common Colliers Poor common Colliers Money to obtain In Heat and Cold fair Weather and in Rain Through thick and thin in Mire as well as Dust Early

and late their Horses follow must Least they against some Gate or Style do run Or fall and break their Ware they 're half undone And many weary Footstep every Week They 're forc'd to undertake Chapmen to seek Else Madam Money will not these Men own And then they know no Favours to them shown But if this Lady they have in their Hand They 're sure they then may any thing command Corn Bread or Flower Eggs Butter Flesh or Fish Or what else they for Back or Belly wish Money 's Queen-Regent of the World all will On her attend her Pleasure to fulfill CXXX On Carters Wain-men and Waggoners The Carters Wain-men and Waggoners for Hire In Summer's Heat and Winter's Cold and Mire Be th' Weather good or bad they keep their Stage Because they know it brings in constant Wage Much Toil they have and many Dangers run Money without great Pains will not be won For he that Money 's Company does crave Besides great Ca●e ●e must himself enslave Till he prevails to have her at his Will With her Assistance then he may fulfill What he desires great Hills may level plain Or in low Valleys raise great Hills again He any thing may to his Humour bring He that has Money can do every thing CXXXI On Country Rope-makers The Roper with his Ropes of Hemp and Hair Horse-Pannels Wanties Cords and such-like Ware Sick Webb and Halters Hair-cloth too he shows Cart-Ropes and Hopples for Horses and for Cows These things for Money he does ready make Has them from place to place Money to take For he to meet with her no place will miss Money 's Solamen in miseriis The only Antidote against all Sorrow He that has her needs not care for to Morrow CXXXII On Petty Chapmen The Petty Chapmen with Tobacco Spice Dutch Bread and Walnuts Indigo Blue Bice Pepper and Ginger Sugar White and Brown Soap Starch and Pins they go from Town to Town Tape Thread and Filletting with other things Which People want from House to House they bring To Fairs and Markets too they also rove Money to get their Stocks for to improve Money 's the Lass for whom they so much itch Some her obtain and by their Trade grow Rich For where she comes and does resolve to ' bide Such may be said to go with Wind and Tide CXXXIII On Higlers Higlers with Poultry Eggs and other Trade Do nod and ride all Night are not afraid Of Weather or bad Way or any harm Money against all Fear 's a powerful Charm The Love of her runs in their Minds and Heads She breaks their Sleeps they rest not in their Beds But Day and Night they Travel here and there Sometimes to sell sometimes to get more Ware And thus continually they ride and rove Money to get th' admir'd Miss they Love She pays their Rents supplies their Needs they see And in their greatest Straights does set them free CXXXIV On Travelling Potters Potters to Markets with their brittle Ware Possest with fear do march and full of care Yet Madam Money has them at her Call For th' Love they bear to her they 'll venture all The Hopes they have of her to be possest Dispels their Fear at home they cannot rest But out they 'll go Money to seek and find The supreme Paraclesis of their Mind CXXXV On Brick makers The poor Brick-makers in cold Winter Weather Their Clay turn over and do cast together In Summer-time from Morn till Night all day With their bare Hands they work and mould their Clay In flooting dressing drying and making fit They take great pains er'th ' Bricks in Kill are set They pi●e them close and dawb them round about Lest when they 're fir'd it any where break out After this Toil then Money comes to please Their Acopum Catholi●um of Ease Money their Toil requites gets Clothes and Food Transforms sad Spirits into merry Mood CXXXVI On Fish drivers Drivers of Fish unto the Markets bring Cod. Scate and Turbut Haddocks Soal and Ling Conger and Whitings Killing and Mackrel With Lobsters Cockles and fine Crabs to sell Salmons and Scurfs with Smelts and Salmon-Cocks Catch'd in the Nets in Kiddels or Fish-Locks Winter and Summer travel Night and Day Sometimes in good sometimes in dirty way And in great Storms they 're sometimes almost lost Thus for a Livelyhood poor Men are tost When they to th' Market come and Fish set down Away they go and stay good while i' th' Town Return no more till th' latter end o' th' day And then they know those People will not stay That have far home and so what Price they set Upon their Fish they are in hopes to get Because to wrangle Buyers cannot stand Rather than stay will pay what they demand Thus every Trade does exercise their Wit And all their cunning Tricks Money to get Her to acquire a Man his Life oft ventures And for her sake his Wit does set o' th' Tenters CXXXVII On Sellers of Bread or Cakes in Markets Those which with Bread or Cakes in Markets sit Or in the Streets or those that carry it Abroad to sell and Chapmandry to find Are not disturb'd at Weather Ways or Wind Whether 't be hot or cold they value not If Sov'reign Lady Money may be got For her they ride they run they stand they wait Constant Attendance give with Minds sedate Tho' Bread's the Staff of Life yet they will part With Bread for Money 's sake with all their Heart Faith Hope and Charity great Graces be And Charity the greatest of the Three What Name and Place does Money then deserve Saves Life when Charity wou'd let you starve Sure she 's a Grace and of all Graces Chief That to all sorts of People yields Relief CXXXVIII On Basket makers and Sievers Sievers and Basket-makers with made Wares As Baskets Voiders Sieves and wanded Chairs Fine Rangers Searchers Tiffanies and Boulters Course and fine Scuttles P●nniers for Poulters And such like things with many others more Which they have always ready-made in store From Fair to Fair they ride and Markets ply Money to get all Places they do try Money 's the Lass for whom they work and strive Them and their Families to keep alive CXXXIX On Tinkers and Bowl-Sewers or Crammers The Tinkers and Bowl-Sewers ragged are So Money seek themselves for to repair But when a Jobb of Work falls in their Hand Three times as much for it they will demand As they deserve to have you must agree Before the Work 's begun if you 'd be free From Noise and Clamour else the Rogues will swear And not give o'er till Money does appear She charms them into silence makes 'em still She cloaths their Backs and does their Bellies fill In stormy Weather when they trembling lie Money their cold chill'd Limbs can calefie CXL On Sellers of Herbs and Roots Sellers of Roots and Herbs that Markets tend With Turneps Carrots Cabbages to vend Time Hyssop Savory with an

hundred more Of which their Gardens yield abundant Store With these they wait and with great Patience stay Till Money comes and has them all away 'T is she they come to meet and those that have A mind to Herbs or Roots her Help must crave If she comes not they get no great nor small But if she comes they may command 'em all When she appears her Pow'r they 'll not withstand Where-e'er she goes all yield to her Command Save Death alone he 'll not her Charms obey Where he appears he will not be said Nay CXLI On Country Salters The Common Salters all the Summer long To serve the Countrey with their Salt are throng They travel Day and Night no Time refrain Their Horses graze in any Street or Lane Their Salt to save from Rain with Skins they hide And nod and sleep as they on Horse-back ride Oft-times they 're weary and most sadly wet And yet well pleas'd if Money they can get Money 's so precious Men no Dangers shun But will for her through Fire and Water run CXLII On Oatmeal Sellers The Venditors of Oatmeal round and small Do diligently wait on Money 's Call And when she does appear then with great Pleasure Their Oatmeal is deliver'd out by Measure As long as any in their Skeps remain For she the Sellers can set up again If Money they receive they do not care They for her sake will part with all their Ware Money 's more worth than the best Merchandize She 's the dear Paramour in all Mens Eyes CXLIII On Common Carriers The drudging Carriers throughout the Year Their loaden Horses follow in the Rear In Winter●time with many Storms they meet Early and late they go with cold wet Feet In Summer-time they 're all besmear'd with Sweat Blinded almost with Dust their Feet sore beat But thus throughout the Year this course they run In Winter froze in Summer tann'd with th' Sun If for this Pains you ask the Reason why It is because they Money get thereby Money 's the Antidote 'gainst all Distress She Comfort brings unto the Comfortless That Man no Toil no Pains no Hardship feels Where Money surely follows him at th' Heels CXLIV On Publick Waits The Publick Waits who Liveries do own And Badges of a City or some Town Who are retain'd in constant Yearly Pay And at their Solemn Publick Meetings play And up and down the Streets and Town in cold Dark Nights when th' Instruments they scarce can hold They play about and tell what Hour it is And Weather too this Course they do not miss Most part of Winter in the Nights and when Some gen'rous Persons come to Town these Men As soon as they 're inform'd do then repair Unto their Lodgings play them some fine Air Or brisk new Tune such as themselves think fit And which they hope with th' Gallants Fancies hit Then cry God bless you Sirs again they play Expecting Money ' ere they go away For she 's the Miss that in their Hearts does reign No Waiting's servile thought this Miss to gain All Traders all Professions and all Arts Money to gain do all perform their Parts She makes a Jubilee where-e'er she stays Where she absconds they have but anxious Days CXLV On Vestry-keepers and Vergers Both Vestry-keepers and the Vergers too When Money does appear will Kindness show Make room they 'll cry and usher you along March on before you thro' the Crowd and Throng Conduct you to some Place where you may be From th' vulgar Press and Concourse safe and free But if this Lady take them not by th' Hand Amongst the common Crowd you then may stand Without Respect or any Kindness shown If Money'll not appear they 'll make no room CXVI On Apple sellers Sellers of Pears and Apples of all kinds Their constant Stands do keep with patient Minds Endure all sorts of Weather seldom grieve 'Cause Money comes sometimes them to relieve And now and then does call on them by th' way And makes her Residence with them and stay O that to them 's a happy joyful Day For when she 's all Day frequently in sight With merry Hearts they then go home at Night CXLVII On Common Cryers The Common Cryer walks about with 's Bell At certain places makes his Stand to tell And publish things that he is to make known To Strangers and to th' People of the Town This he performs for mean and sorry Fees Some Money 's better far than none he sees And o' th' old Saying he does notice take That many Littles do a Mickle make For Money Men are willing to take pains Rather than idle sit for little Gains CXLVIII On Sextons or Bell-Ringers The Sexton every Morning and each Night Winter when dark and Summer when its light Enters the Church tho' it be ne'er so cold Maugre all Phantasins there with Courage bold And then at th' noted Hour does ring the Bell That all the Neighbours round about may tell How th' Night does pass away and Day draws on That so the People may then think upon What Business they have then to go about And thus the Sexton the whole Year throughout Observes his Hours and at the Quarter Day Does call upon his Masters for his Pay 'T is Money that he works for that 's the thing That makes him Time observe and Bell to ring For if he had no Money to receive He 'd ring no Bell nor no Attendance give CXLIX On Porters Porters at Tavern Doors or some Street end With Pokes and Cords do constantly attend To wait a Turn or on an Errand go Or Goods and Luggage carry to and fro And thus from Day to Day in Heat and Cold In weather wet and dry this Course they hold Labour and any Hardship they 'll endure So they thereby can Money but ensure Money 's the Pharmacotheon indeed And cures Men's Grief in greatest time of need CL. On the Bell-Man The Bell-Man in the dead of Night walks round And with a hollow Voice and doleful Sound Puts you in mind then of your latter End Instructions gives how you your Life shou'd spend What time o' th' Night it is he does declare Then to another Place he does repair And thus from Night to Night tho ne'er so cold In Frost and Snow his constant Course does hold And all this Pains the Man does undertake Without complaint for tempting Money 's sake For without her he knows not how to live So Night by Night he will Attendance give And thinks no Service nor no Pains too much For Money 's sake his love to her is such CLI On Chimney-Sweepers The Chimney-Sweeper thinks it no disgrace For Money 's sake to have his Hands and Face Besmear'd with Soot and nasty to the sight For tho' He 's all o'er Black he cries all White His filthy loathsome Clothes and noisom smell And Soot in 's Eyes he can endure full well If Money comes but in he then is jolly And

set streight not slubber'd in by guess Her Curds when they 're at height she takes up all Lest they unto the Kettle Bottom fall Drowsie and sleepy most Maids are she knows So she does look to th' Milking of her Cows Their Paps she 'll have well drawn they must not leave So long as th' Cows a Drop of Milk will give Her Hogs and Calves then she will have well serv'd If to her Maids she trusts they 'll be half starv'd For th' Meat 's so thin sometimes and cold they get That they 'll not lay their Mouths to 't but take pet Then otherwhiles they 'll make 't so hot indeed To death they 'd scald 'em if she did not heed Her Turkies Geese and Ducks she minds each day Makes them convenient Nests when they do lay And when their Nests they feather and would sit Such Number of choice Eggs she 'll for them fit As she thinks they can cover well and brood When they come off there 's Water set and Food But then she minds when from the Nest they 're rais'd They stay not too long off lest th' Eggs be daz'd The Time of Hatching she knows very well And then observes and helps to crack the Shell If she perceives the Young ones are but weak She helps them then out of the Shell to break And careful is to get them brought up fit For th' Market or for her own Pot or Spit Her Hens to count each Night she will not fail And with her Finger grope them in the Tail And such as are with Egg she does secure No Eggs can then be lost she 's very sure Then when her Hens do sit she careful is As for her other Fowl there 's nought amiss She at the Winnowing of Corn will be To have 't well dress'd and no waste made will see If th' Wind be high to winnow then she 's loth Lest any of the Corn blow off the Cloth When th' Corn is fit to measure she takes care To do 't her self or see 't done when she 's there Into some Garner then the Corn's convey'd For their own Use or for the Market laid A good Wife thus takes care of every thing Which she conceives or knows will Money bring Money 's the Solace of her Mind and Heart To compass which nought's wanting on her part She toils all Day and in her Bed contrives All ways for Money few such careful Wives Her Mind runs after that will Money bring And she will Money make of any thing The Saying's old but much Truth doth contain Unthrifty Wives waste more than Husbands gain For th' Husband that would thrive and Riches have Must in such Case his Wife's Permission crave CLXII On Park Keepers Keepers of Parks not pleas'd with their due Fees And Liveries when as their Lord ne'er sees No● knows they Opportunity then find To take sometimes a Buck or Doe in kind And them for Money sell or else bestow On Friends whose faithful Secrecy they know Umbles and Skin the Keeper then brings home Does tell his Lord there 's a Misfortune come Taking his Range the Deer for to behold He sound a Skin and Umbles then scarce cold The Print of two Mens Feet was in the Place And he conceives of Dogs they had a Brace His Lord doth threat Severity to th' Crime If he can catch the Rogues at any time The Keeper at such Chances frets and grieves Watches with Care but ne'er can catch the Thieves No no the Thief does in his Pocket lurk That th' Author is of all this knavish Work Money thou art the Thief that steals the Deer The Lord his honest Keeper does not fear What Mischief is there done by Sea or Land In which bewitching Money has no hand CLXIII On Footmen Footmen and Boys behind a Coach do sit Oft-times whenas their Masters ride in it They otherwhiles run by their Master's side When they in Coaches or on Horse●back ride Sometimes they follow 'em and Cloaks do carry Sometimes at Doors Attendance give and tarry As well in darkest Nights as in the Day Till th' Master's Pleasure is to go away This Life they lead they run they go they wait With Patience take 't because it is their Fate From gen'rous Hands they oft with Money meet Which bitter Toil and Slavery makes sweet There 's few but they will wait and run and go If they be sure they shall get Money so CLXIV On Post-Boys Many dark Night and cruel stormy Day In Frost and Snow and filthy dirty way Poor Post-Boys ride sometimes are drown'd o● starv'd It 's wonderful how they shou'd be preserv'd This Hardship they poor Creatures do endure Great Hazards run some Money to procure Money 's the Darling-Solace of their Mind And th' only chief Asylum of Mankind CLXIV On Shepherds If you have such a stock and store of Sheep That you a Shepherd are enforc'd to keep Then over him you ought to take some care Knavish and Roguish these Men often are Not pleased with their Wage more Gains to get A Sheep or Lamb they now and then will take Then shew their Skins and by some Dog they 'll say Chased they were and kill'd but yesterday Or by Misfortune sell into some Ditch And so were drown'd Money does them bewitch To steal the Muttons their Needs to supply Then think t' excuse the Matter with a Lye He that gives too much Credit and believes His Servants at all times shall make 'em Thieves Money can them seduce and make unjust Forsake their Honesty betray their Trust. CLXVI On Warrenners The Nimble Warrenner for Love of Money Does now and then his Lord cheat of a Coney Nay many Dozen Couples he does take Then great Complaints unto his Lord does make That Foxes Fowmarts and the Birds of Prey Destroy the Rabbets carry them away And some they tear eat part and leave the rest That this is Truth Sir here behold the Test Then shews some Bits of Skins torn for the nonce But he 's the Fox indeed and this the Sconce He 's worse than Vermin and the Birds of Prey He carries Flesh and Skins and all away CLXVII On Fidlers Fidlers doe commeate from place to place To Weddings Fairs Cock-fightings and Horse-Race And such like Meetings hoping there to find Some frolick Persons to them will be kind And Money give 'em which their Hearts will chear And please as well as Musick does the Ear. No Harmony like Money in one's Purse And where she 's not no Sadness can be worse Money 's the Universal Anodyne Of more Delight than Musick far or Wine Where'er she comes and stays she 'll Comfort bring Allay their Grief that they with Joy can sing CLXVIII On Day-Labourers If you to let a Piece of Work desire The Labourer that duly works for Hire Will take 't and then will labour very sore Two pence to get or Three-pence sometimes more Than daily Labour comes to so the Man Works late and early with