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A11098
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Doctor Merrie-man, or, Nothing but mirth written by S.R.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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1609
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STC 21367; ESTC S1675
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creâ—pe And I can neither eate nor drinke nor sleepe There 's no Diseases whatsoere they bee But I haue all of them imposde on mee All torments that the tongue of man can name Within without in a continuall flame Quoth the Quack-saluer Sir I le vndertake A sound man of you in a month to make Wilt please your Worship shew me where you dwell Marry quoth he my Chamber is in Hell Thy charges in the iourney I will beare And I le preferre thee to the Diuell there With speed get vp I le take thee on my backe The World may spare you and in Hell we lacke A Bishop met two Priests vpon the way And did salute them with the time of day Good-morrow Clarks vnto you both quoth he Sir they repli'd no Clarkes but Priestes are we Why sayd the Bishop then I will consent Vnto the title of your owne content Since you denie to carry Schollers markes Good-morrow to you Priestes that are no Clarkes ONe climbing of a Tree by hap Fell downe and brake his Arme And did complaine vnto a friend Of his vnluckie harme Would I had counsel'd you before Quoth he to whom he spake I know a tricke for Climbers That they neuer hurt shall take Neighbour sayd he I haue a Sonne And he doth vse to climbe Pray let me know that same for him Against another time Why thus quoth he let any man That liues climbe nere so hie And make no more haste downe then vp No harme can come thereby AN aged Gentleman sore sicke did lie Expecting life that could not chuse but die His Foole came to him and in trateth this Good Maister ere you goe away from vs Bestow on Iacke that oft hath made you laugh Against he waxeth old your walking-Staffe I will quoth he goe take it there it is But on condition Iacke which shall be this If thou doe meete with any while thou liue More Foole then thou the Staffe thou shalt him giue Maister sayd he vpon my life I will But I do hope that I shall keepe it still When Death drew neare and faintnesse did proceed His Maister cals for a Diuine with speed For to prepare him vnto Heauens way The Foole starts vp and hastily did say Oh Maister Maister take your Staffe againe That prooue your selfe the most Foole of vs twaine Haue you liu'd now some fourescore yeares and odde And all this time are vnprepat'd for God What greater Foole can any meete withall Then one that 's ready in the Graue to fall And is to seeke about his soules estate When Death is op'ning of the prison-gate Beare witnesse friends that I discharge me plaine Heere Maister heere receiue your Staffe againe Vpon the same condition I did take it According as you wil'd me I forsake it And ouer and aboue I will bestow This Epitaph which shall your folly show Heere lies a man at death did heauen claime But in his life he neuer sought the same A Simple Clowne in Flaunders As he trauailing had bin Hauing his Wife in company I haue my Seruing-men that waite Vpon mee in blew Coates I haue my Oares that attend My pleasure with their Boates I haue my Champions that will fight My Louers that do fawne I haue my Hat my Hood my Maske My Fanne my Cobweb Lawne To giue my Gloue vnto a Gull Is mighty fauour found When for the wearing of the same It costs him twentie pound My Garter as a gracious thing Another takes away And for the same a silken Gowne The Prodigall doth pay Then comes an Asse and he forsooth Is in such longing heate My Busk-poynt euen on his knees With teares he doth intreat I graunt it to reioyce the man And then request a thing Which is both Gold and precious stone The Wood-cocks Diamond Ring Another lowly minded youth Forsooth my Shooe-string craues And that he putteth through his eare Calling the rest bace slaues Thus fit I Fooles in humours still That come to me for game I punish them for Venerte Leauing their Purses lame In New-gate some take lodging vp Till they to Tiburne ride And others walke to Wood-street With a Sargeant by their side Some goe to Houns-ditch with their Cloaths To pawne for mony lending And some I sende to Surgeons shops Because they lacke somemending Others passe ragged vp and downe All tatter'd rent and torne But being in that scuruy case Their companies I scorne For if they come and fawne on mee There 's nothing to be got As soone as ere my Merchants breake I sweare I know them not No entertainment nor a looke That they shall get of mee If once I doe begin perceiue That out of cash they bee All kindnesses that I professe The fayrest shewes I make Is loue to all that come to mee For Gold and Siluers sake To forward men I forward am Most franke vnto the free But such as take their wares on trust Are not to deale with mee The World is hard all things are deare Good-fellowship decayes And euery one seekes profit now In these same hungry dayes Although my trade in secret bee Vnlawfull to be knowne Yet I will make the best I can Of that which is mine owne For seeing I doe venture faire At price of whipping cheere I haue no reason but to make My Customers pay deere Our charge beside is very great To keepe vs fine and braue A Whore that goes not gallantly Shall little doinges haue Therefore all things consider'd well Our charges and our danger A dayly Friend shall pay as much As any Terme-time stranger A Rich man and a poore did both appeare Before a Iudge an iniurie to cleare The Rich did tell a tale most tedious long Mending as he suppos'd with words the wrong And euer when the Poore man would haue spoke With bold out-facing speech he did him choke The wofull wight at length could beare no longer But boldly rais'd his voyce both loud and stronger My Lord quoth he pray now bid Diues stay And heare but what poore Lazarus can say My Oxe came in his field which he doth keepe And sweares for that hee 'le pay me with a Sheepe FINIS