house being dispossest yet still his griefe Swell'd o're the brink nor could he find reliefe In this distresse yet secretly he groan'd With trickling teares thus he his case bemoan'd Time stand'st thou still shake shake thy sand apace Drive on with fury I may end my race Grant me this boone and place will then agree Or let me know my date of misery Will Sea nor Land nor person end my strife Nor Fowle nor Beast of prey once take my life I cannot call it pitty no 't is spleene To let me ling er thus my sorrow 's seene Yet not lamented Death is growne a stranger If he 'd come once I should be quit from danger Death armethy self with strength 't is but a blow The gentle grave hath made my bed below I feare tho' art brib'd my adversaries may Have time to laugh ere thou tak'st me away Am I not worth a strok or am I growne Tco stale a bit for thee to swallow downe I must be thine come ease me of this curse The longer here I live I am the worse My suing makes thee coy to shew thy face But those that seek thee not thou dost imbrace They dye but once but every day a death Thou hast for me yet still I draw my breath I dye with grief but this I truly find Th'more deaths I dye the more there are behind Dying I went and dying I came hither Strike not so oft but do it altogether Thus said he stopt grief did arrest his tongue Blame not my Muse for staying by ' imsolong SECT 47. Of a man that fell to decay in the World through his excesse and how his wife turn'd Hackney and he a Pander A Man that carried breadth to raise his name Time made him drop quite from the wings of fame He led the world awhile and made a dust Some think because he did the Courtiers trust Made him stand by in time a good estate Was lent and spent he liv'd at such a rate That men admired and he had a wife For diet and apparell was at strife T' exceed her betters she must have a fanne Her gownes of silk her costly rings her man To wait upon her in this lofty straine She laid it on nor did she mind the maine Of alteration she did never think She 'd have her will her purse still full of chink She had a beauty she too well did know it She scornes to keep it up in love she 'l shew it Vnto the world and some for gold may use it Should she be nigardly she must abuse it As she conceives she keeps her private trading To help at need her husbands trade is fading Nature she thinks is faine to take direction To limb her parts and work by her complexion Now he is urg'd to pay what he doth owe Creditors come thick debts come in but slowe He strives a time with all that he can doe He cannot chuse but he must break in two His shop 's shut up goods gone but where 's the man He 's stept aside but find him if you can Let time betray him I will ne're reveale him My Teltale Muse is bound now to conceale him To sum up what he ow'd is but in vaine Vnlesse there were some hopes the debts to gaine Or shew the parcels or to name the men He ow'd it to they 'l never trust agen Or of their meetings how they cur'st such debtors And how they vow'd to put his shanks in fetters If ere they catcht him how they went about To sue the Statute of a Bankrupt out What debts were due to him how few were good How those lamented that engaged stood For such as he how he at last was found Or how he offer'd eighteen pence i' th' pound The time he lay in prison or the need That he was in how they at last agreed How he was chang'd the creepers that he had Or how his mind was ev'ry whit as bad How he was sleighted now he was so poore And how he scorned every man before I 'le passe them all my Muse was going hence She 's turn'd agen to make you recompence Now in this time his wife hath found a way That they may live as merry as the day If he 'l consent her beauty hath been seene By one of note and like a demy-queene He do's respect her she is come to know Her worth at large nor will she look so low As he hath done now time hath blaz'd her fame She 'l venter broken ware and trade with shame Vpon returne she runs her taile ashore Yet deals by retaile as she did before There 's one will venture with her that hath try'd How she will truck he will not be deny'd If he can get the cuckold to consent And keepe the doore he 'l give him good content He shall not break agen nor ever be Constrain'd to suffer any misery He 'l give him money pay his rent beside Beare all his charges onely he must hide His foule offence he must be blinde or winke When ere he comes and into corners slinke Till such an houre that Pimp doth know his time He 'l nor be seen till they have done the crime The children call him father Hush not a word perhaps the man is great And stor'd with wealth and has a lofty seat And loves his lust or being serpent wise He 'l take advantage then he 'l tyrannize Though he be great if goodnesse be forgotten 'T will make him and his name the sooner rotten If he have wealth 't is but an empty thing Nor will it save him from that fearfull sting Of sin and death if honour 't is he 'd have Can any honour keep men from the grave Though he be set alost yet down he must And be e're long laid levell with the dust Or if he loves his lust the sooner he May fall by 't and the shame and misery Will dog him to his end his soule will bleed Oh! then he 'l meet one that is great indeed Though he be wise to raise a horrid evill And crush a truth 't is the soule murdering devill That helps him in 't oh heaven blast that arme That takes a cause to doe the guiltlesse harme Such tyrants that rebell against the lawes They can but snarle for God cuts off their clawes Our lawes doe cut lascivious persons downe Not cob-web lawes that men of great renowne May break by force they are not made for flies The Rich the Noble if they doe despise The force of them shall quickly feele the smart They are no scarcrowes but they 'l peirce the heart Me thinks th' example of a gracious king Might draw mens hearts from this accursed thing So chast soloving to his Royall Queene In any age no sweeter patterne seene Who would but follow Lord preserve his life Was ever Prince more faithfull to a wife Oh let this patterne keep us all in awe Who has such power who yeelds more to the law All men
pro con and for his life The halter umpir'd and did end the strife SECT 6. Course salutations betwixt a pennilesse letcher and his where that forsooke him A Man that was addicted to a whore His habit shew'd that he was growne so poore That he was faine to shark and shift about Amongst his friends he pickt a living out He did not care so much to be invited He scorn'd the day and lov'd to be benighted He was not curious nor did love to heare Y' are welcome Sir for that 's your only cheare Nor was he daintie give him what you will His hungry stomack would digest it still For under Forma pauperis he would eat He would not pick a quarrell with his meat Though it were musty he had lost his smell His nose being sunk promis'd no tales to tell Vpon a time he walking in the street Did meet this whore and thus he did her greet She lookt on him as though she had not known him She scorn'd him poore and was asham'd to own him Letcher Thou painted quean hast thou forgot me now Thou hast undone me shall I tell thee how Thou hedge-bird trull thou didst abuse me first I'was blest before but by thee made acurst I met thee walking as I crost the field And spoke in jest thou didst in earnest yeild To my first motion so I gave thee wine But thy lascivious and thy wanton twine Did so bewitch me that I went astray Foole that I was to be so drawne away With such a Trull O! thy dissembling face That did enchant me brought me to disgrace Thy eyes consented with thy flatt'ring tongue To work my ruine shall I beare this wrong Without revenge I spent my meanes on thee Thou wilt not know me in my miserie Behinde my back for me thou fram'st thy mocks Thou rotten whore of thee I gat the pox While I had money thou would'st often sweare Of all that liv'd to thee I was most deare Now all is gone thou leav'st me in distresse But painted fire it can no heat expresse Do'st hold thy colour art thou not asham'd To heare those things that I with griefe have nam'd Whore What what 's the matter thou art growne so rude Thou art too bold my presence to intrude Without my leave this is mad kind of meeting So like a brute is this thy gentle greeting If I had thought thou hadst been such an Asse When thou didst meet me I 'de have let thee passe I did not beg to have thy wine nor thee 'T was freely proferr'd thou would'st give it mee What else beside I was unwilling to it But thou didst urge me and didst make me do it My way of living is to use my trade What should I do was I so handsome made And not for use pray was it ever knowne But without danger one might use her owne I had no portion e're to set me forth And in these times not any man of worth Will take a Maid though she 's adorn'd with graces Well borne and bred till angels shew their faces Vnlesse some Vulcan that is coursely bred I ever loath'd to give my maiden-head To such a Clowne then blame me not to do Such things as Nature ever prompt me to I was not bred to labour with my hands I am a prisoner bound in Cupids bands All actions ent'red let them on me lye I will not vex here will I live and dye I knew thee not when thou cam'st to me first Thou might'st have parted having quencht thy thirst And kept away till I had sent for thee What is the spight that thou do'st owe to mee Thy money 's spent which makes thy envie burne A trull of six pence might have serv'd thy turne Thou being privie to thy poore estate Yet com'st to me I do thy basenesse hate I had thy money thou hadst pen'worths for it Thou wast content then now thou do'st abhor it I thought thou hadst a mint for I 'le say that Thou wast too free for ever to be fat I lov'd thee as I lov'd another man All of their wares will make the most they can Would'st have me watch thee in this time of griefe The hospitals are bound to give reliefe To men diseas'd what wouldst thou have me blam'd Cause thou do'st want or with the pox art sham'd Go like a Letcher 't is thy canker'd sore That was a breeding many yeares before Let me alone if once thou do'st me wrong My friends at Court shall quickly tame thy tongue Now like a prisoner standing at the bar His speech does faulter and his mind 's at war Against it selfe his very heart doth ake His hands do tremble and his knees do quake His eyes do sparkle with his haire upright His looks are gastly which might well affright A man to see his lips began to mutter But shame did silence them he could not utter A word compos'd but when he did begin To make reply he thought upon his sin Poore man distrest betwixt these two extreames Wake and be silent or discourse in 's dreames She never chang'd nor shamefull griefe nor feare Did once possesse her waiting still to heare His fruitlesse answer being in a trance He doth at last his spirit thus advance Letcher Vile strumpet guilty of all filthinesse The badge of shame none can it so expresse As thou deserv'st thou art a loathsome grave Thou swallow'st men alive still thou do'st crave The mouth of hell or else the Devils jawes Come short of thee thou open'st wide thy clawes Bring'st soules and bodies and their states in thrall Hell takes no money but thou takest all The Spiders venom and the loathsome Toad Are not so venome as to make aboad With such a Serpent go and hide thy face For to thy sex thou art a great disgrace Venus is chaste when she 's compar'd to thee And Messaline that was a whore so free Which bought her pleasure at so great a price Thou sell'st thy sin which doth increase thy vice Thou hell on earth let ages blaze thy shame Let time and death seale curses on thy name And let a Poet put thy sins in rime When thou art dead and rotten in thy slime Oh! let that place where first I met this jade Be barren ever let a dismall shade Attend upon it let that silent earth Breed only vermin with a monsters birth You fruitlesse plants how could you then abide me Time blast those trees because they did not hide me And let those springs that murmur'd other times For being silent then share in those crimes That were committed let them still be dry Or fill'd with teares and let all passers by Take and preserve some as a monument To shew my sins they may the like prevent And let that path which I went o're to see Be crost by none it brought a crosse to mee And ever let that whisp'ring gale of winde Be banisht too that would not prove so kinde As once to check me let the
light'ned aire Swell up with griefe and breake with close despaire And let those birds that were as Testes to it Because they saw and yet did let me do it Ne're sing againe and when they seeke their meat With empty crawes let them finde none to eat And let that T av rne where we first did drink Breake first the Master after let it sink And let those boyes that did at us connive Beare halfe the sin and let them never thrive Oh! let that house which doth resemble hell The place I meane where once this whore did dwell Be made a dung hill for it did invite me To sup with care for sorrow to benight me I am a patterne of this wished ill And on record my sins must tarry still Black like my crimes so is this dolefull letter It may preserve the good or make them better If any one shall read this tragick line That 's guilty let him joyne his heart with mine To live againe before we dye for ever I 'le give the onset from the world to sever And let the man who is endu'd with grace In this foule glasse behold his fairer face With care to keep it from this sinfull staine Teares will not cleanse it for 't is di'd in graine SECT 7. Of a child found murthered by a whore the mother of it A New-borne infant that was found of late Did move beholders to compassionate And drop downe teares for'twas a dreadfull sight I wish the murtheresse may be brought to light I do not doubt though present time conceale it Time will e're long grow angry and reveale it Iustice divine with Iustice here below Will find such out and make all murth'rers know Their hainous fact muse leave them till that time This object now may satisfie my Rime This infant by a woman first was found Rowl'd up together lying on the ground Put in a bag being black 't was thought therefore The mother of it was a black-bag whore 'T was clad in mourning and that made the shrowd 'T was buried in yet other was allow'd The neck was broke and twisted round about And wring'd so hard that streames of blood ran out Vpon the corps the neck was black and blue The face was pale the corps of sable hue The blood halfe water which might raise up feares As though the infant mingled it with teares One of the jawes was broke or else in crying It might have peacht the murther when 't was dying Or mov'd some pitie but 't is always knowne They 're worse than beasts who do destroy their owne Poore harmlesse infant there 's no reason why Thou being borne that guiltlesse thou should'st dye Yet be content death ended hath thy strife Thou might'st have liv'd in miserie thy life Have kinred claim'd with a continuall death Thou to thy Maker hast resign'd thy breath And in a moment thou thy race didst run Thy life did end so soone as 't was begun Thou art redeem'd now out of all distresse But yet the murther that is ne're the lesse Although thine eyes were clos'd with envious night Thou shalt behold the everlasting light Thy tender limbs shall to perfection grow In glory but we mortals know not how Thy soule that God infus'd shal now appeare Before him and be fill'd with comfort there Yet I must weep oh cal my partners hither 'T is fit the Iury-men should weep together For this vile murther 't is a dreadfull sin He shall be fore-man that will first begin In broken language let it be exprest For Interjections now are counted best Let every one here answer to his name And keep Decorum spredding out the shame Of this foule deed and make the aire to speak And cause the bowels of the earth to break Or bring the murtheresse out oh make it tremble For it is solid and cannot dissemble And let that house where now she draws her breath Sink downe or spew her out ' pon paine of death Or let her conscience sting make all appeare Or dreaming cry The murtheresse is here Or else the stones when she doth passe along First make her slip and after finde a tongue To make her knowne Let Constables not spare To use their power let it be their cafe To search suspected houses round about And for this purpose send the Beadles out There are such nests of night-birds in all places That are to be examin'd in such cases Oh that they were remov'd more Bridewels made That all might there beat hemp and drive a trade And if by any meanes you chance to finde her Bring her to Newgate let the Iaylor binde her And at the Sessions have her sentence then Go visit Tyburne now 't is new agen Come answer here O! murtheresse where art Thou art not quit for first or last the smart Will have thee outlaw'd and arrest thy life No baile shall free thee then begins thy strife Was 't not a fault thou didst commit before When thou to serve thy lust did'st turne a whore A foule offence and prostitute thy selfe Vnto a villaine or a roguish else But to a sin so bad thou add'st a worse To wrap thy selfe fast in a helplesse curse A work of darknesse thus thus to destroy Thy fruit thy selfe too thou hast cast away Where was the voyce of Nature none call to it If any call she never lets them do it Or where was conscience that she did not strive To tye thy hands and save thy babe alive Hadst thou no thought of God was he not there Did not his judgements strike thy heart with feare Nor what Christ did or suffer'd nor the story Of mans mortality nor heavens glory Nor of thy death nor yet of hell below Didst thou forget or didst thou never know Thou hadst a soule that living lives for ever If 't dyes in sin it is redeemed never Hadst thou no friend to speake a word in season And then to tell thee 't was against all reason To kill the infant thou hadst no pretence For this curst fact it was against all sense Thy Councellor alas it was the Devill He did command nay urg'd thee to this evill Didst think to hide thy shame that thought was vain Thou lay'st it open and thy inward paine Gives strength unto it still thy hatefull sore Breaks out with shame the Sessions bring thee more But at the Gallowes shame will then be double Conceited freedome brings thee into trouble Before th'Apparator might bring thee in To pay or else do penance for thy sin Thy life was not in danger Now 't is true The Hangman he will charge thee So adieu At first Citations might have serv'd to charge thee Pay and away but who can now enlarge thee They 'd not set thee on horse-back being tri'd Now all thy priviledge is thou shalt ride There will be much ado to bring thee to 't When all is done th'hadst better go a foot When thou art gone thy shame shall tarry still My tell-tale Muse will
Yet hags did walke Owlesfly and serpents creep Sleep that was kin to death laid some to rest Lust that was kin to hell had some possest Among the rest three gentlemen whose worth Was not worth naming newly comming forth Into the street straight one of them began To speak but judge was 't like a gentleman You know my boys how freely I did eate Of that made dish it was provoking meat It warmes my blood and summons up my lust To seek some Curtizan ye faith I must I boyle and burne within who can endure it 'T is a disease a youthfull sin would cure it Boone cavaleres le ts seek about for ease I know you 're both so sick of my disease As I am now there are Stews in this Town We 'l have the wenches or we 'l pull 'em down I m confident should I a Devillmeet Shap'd like a woman walking in the street He shall netscape my hands but I would try If he had flesh whe're he would with melic Alas poore Sodoms Imp thou 'lt quickly know Him from a woman when you meet below Come Noble blades walk but along with mee I 'le find a present remedy for all us three Be you but bold and then we need not feare My ride's too strong for flesh and blood to beare If we should misse t' attaine a wench with words Then let 's be valiant and draw out our swords We 'l neither beg nor steale we will but borrow A curtesy we'llaugh and pay to morrow Thus said a we man did appeare in 's sight A page before her be aring of a light Compleat in show so beautifi'd and faire Her eyes did light and pierce the clouded aire To whom this fore-man thus begins to prate 'Save you faire Lady walk you here so late I 'm mov'd with pitty who can chuse but moane Your sad condition walking here alone Accept me as your servant none shall wrong You by the way if I but walke along I am a Gentleman and 't is my use Thus to preserve faire Ladies from abuse Grant me this favour cast a smi'e on me Had I your love how happy should I be Then she repli'd sir this your sweet behaviour Your love your care your undeserved favour You shew to me deserves more love than I Shalle're requite untill the time I dye But whil'st I live I 'le ne're forget to prize Your kindnesse to requite you I 'le devise I was by sriends invited to a feast Although I say 't I was the chiefest guest They were so over joyed with my sight We could not part till twelve a clock at night My husband 's gone from home if he should know That I was out so late he 'ld snuffe and throw Much like a Mad-man if you did him sec As you' are a Gentleman you 'd pity me Home I must go if he 's at home before He 'l brawl and fight and kick me out of dore ' Pon small occasions he will raise up strife He 's still unkind I live a weary life They hearing this did think it was the lasse That they did seek for many words did passe Amongst them all her words did give them strength And drew them on with one consent at length They ventur'd out this blast Sweet mistris never feare for you shall find True friends of us soloving and so kind As ever Lady did our lives and all Shall lie at stake to free you srom this thrall The churle shall know that we will take your part And rub his gils and when he feeles the smart He 'l grow more tame pish hang this froward foole We 'l find a trick to make his fury coole A jealous coxcombe we may hit the veine And let him blood then that will help his braine Then by and by a key her page drew out Let them into a roome all hang'd about With Taffata the colour perfect yellow A fire in 't where they did think to swallow Their pleasures in by grosse soon she was drawn To prostitute her selfe when they did fawn And praise her beauty she did quench their fire Each one of them fulfill'd his vile desire When they had found such full and sweet content How faire she was how soon she did consent They judge her as a prize of wonderous worth She scorns their coyne they set her beauty forth The more at large Much kindnesse they would do her If she 'l but grant they may come often to her Their pleasure was but short yet in that space They prais'd her limbs her hands her eyes her face Then thus she spake why do you now rejoyce In this your sudden and unwary choyce What have you gain'd now but a horrid prize A shew of goodnesse which will prove but lies Then one of them reply'd I think you are So faire so handsome and beyond compare For qualities of such a sweet condition France cannot shew the like had I commission To search the fairest out I 'ld come to you And what I speake is nothing but your due With that she answer'd turne your eyes and see What purchase you have got you lay with mee And had delight now bid adieu to pleasure For your reward is worse than empty measure Then pulling up her garments from below The stormes did rise the furious wind did blow And presently they heard such claps of thunder As if the earth were forc'd to rend in sunder The lightning flasht or elsthey'd had no light And there they did behold the fearful'st sight That ever eyes beheld the sight of hell The horrid shapes the blacknesse of the cell The burning in 't the dreadfull cloven feet The gasping ghosts how Devils did them greet Then presently they were struck down to gether The house was vanish't and the stormy weather Was put to silence but they three were found Groveling in mire all the City ground Could never match that odious stinking place This Divelish whore there leaves them in disgrace One comming by when Titans flags were spread And spide them all but one of them was dead The other two lay wallowing in the dirt Besides the filth none could perceive'em hurt But they found death was making way within Their soules were wounded with the curse of sin They for a Priest with one consent did cry They 'd faine confesse their crimes before they dye In this distresse time did affoord them hope That they should have their pardon from the Pope He that did first vent out lascivious breath Now fals to be the second man for death For on the morrow death being mov'd with lust Did ravish him then left him in the dust The other two dayes after did resigne Himselfe to death Now if this quill of mine Were dipt in blood 't would make the reader feare A where for ever and to drop a teare For these unhapy men Oh! never more Let lust prevaile the Devil 's turn'd a whore Oh! horrid state what case were these men in To poison time and dye in
away But if you burn it 't will not clear the score It is a sign that you were burn'd before You suit with hell alas what need my pen Compare you to 't I 'de turne you back agen If you 'd be rul'd but oh it is in vain The hope I have is to cut short your train Your clawes I know are sharp but is it well That you should goe to sharpen them in hell Touch not my flesh it is dame natures frame That was made up with dust and to the same E're long it must returne and so must you And every one receive what 's just and due You prize the bad all good men you detest As devils do you count the worst the best Alas my wit is low I must confesse That little which I have serves me to guesse What path goes down to death Though I am poore I never spent my means upon a whore It was for no ones sake that I did bring Your vices on the stage but that the sting Might shew it selfe to all Nor is it age I am but enter'd on the middle stage Of winged time what God and nature lent Me for a time shall not be basely spent My minde my will I labour'd still to fever From your curst snares Lord let me do so ever As for my name whether that live or die Let me be blest with thee eternally It was my working Genius and my Muse That sound your windings I did never use To haunt your hideous cels I never durst To venter there where all are sham'd some curst If I have lanc'd the fore brought you to light 'T was not experience made me hit so right Nor am I void of nature no nor been In Bedlam nor in prison but have seen The misery of others and I find My owne condition futing to my mind As for the bawd is it excuse that she Hath been accustom'd to her bawdery Oh! horrid gaines what ever it brought in To any one that drives a trade with sin Waits still its turne to make returne in hell And keeps exchange where Devils rage and swell She scornes to take advise she thinks all such As Heathens honour'd for they did as much Will countenance her sin ill partners do Bring wrath the sooner and increase it too And let the Pander that did change his place See how he 's cheated for he left all grace Behind him there thoug he had suffer'd loss His expectation and been further crost In losse of time and money yet amends Might have been made this is a way that tends To crosle his hopes for ever he 'l know Except he change his course 't will bring him low What is 〈◊〉 but a theife God his own soule He robs 〈◊〉 once all goodnesse he 'll controule It is his place to steale away mens wealth He and the whore do rob them of their health There is no streight to bring a man to sin But he that 's hatch't for hell and will begin Makes every lust beare twins and he must share The more with grief drink all the cup of care A book shall lye before him to decide All scruples doubts when e're his cause is try'd He counts me foolish so I am I 'le say No more to him but leave him to that day The Pimp that hath been so gentile and bred Vp at a lofty rate he being led Vn to his ruine seems to carry 't faire Vntill the jawes of death and black dispaire Doe seize upon him setting still his love ' Pon all that 's vile and blasted from above He makes himselfe unhappy being poore He sels himselfe who sold his land before Fortune was blind indeed to make him Pimp And steele his face t' attend so base an imp Let him drink off his cup his glasse or boule Though he growes fat in body his poore soule Is starv'd within him and he 'l find withall His draughts are like to wormwood mixt with gall His money and his cloaths of which he brags Th' one melts away the other turns to rags What are his morsels can he have them still He 'l sur fet with them having once his fill He spewes them up againe then he shall sit At sorrowes table but not eat a bit The rot will take the whores like silly sheep Within few years then he shall drink so deep In that that 's worse than ratsbane that his trust Shall die before hand then drop down he must As for the book 't would gain no love from me If it did tend to please such fooles as hee If happy gales blow on 't it may survive When they are dead to keep their shame alive Nor shall my pen be silent till this crew Shall mend or end and so adieu adieu SECT 58. The charge to the Muse at the entrance into her travels GO now my Muse although thou canst not sing Equall with those that charme the wanton spring Walke o're the golden hiss the silver vales And charme the curled groves to heare thy tales And let the cristall brooks the pearled streames Stay in their course to listen to thy theames A tree that has no sap a vale that 's growne Barren with time orraging floods may frowne Vpon thee in thy progresse never care Thou hast my blessing how soere thou fare Nay never whine because thy fathers name Is not advanc'd upon the wings of Fame Thy worth is ne're the lesle though some disdaine thee Be not dismay'd the rest will entertaine thee Beware the Critick for his shallow braine Drops venome on his tongue he strives to staine The best of best end evors never be Discouraged though Memus carp at thee Zoilus his checks are vaine though envy have Against thy comming digg'd for thee a grave 'T is for herselfe speake thou the truth I charge thee Though malice chayne thee up time will enlarge thee To hatch their own disgrace this brood do sit They gaine the Serpents sting but not his wit Me thinks this might suffice it is my will That thou shouldst try the world I 'le own thee still Though churlish time o' th' suddaine wil not praise thee Time may grow gentle then perhaps't will raise thee Thy melancholy sister 's gone before She was regarded though she was but poore And lam'd at going forth she has endur'd A racking torture she'i ere long be cur'd She is my first borne that doth make her boast But thou art better drest I love thee most Thy portion too is more much care I took To make thee fit for service do not look To be prefer'd at home but yet if men Will not receive thee come to me agen Thou maist in time obtaine a place at Court Thou wilt not flatter there some may make sport From what is merry in thee but they will Soone change their tunes if they have been as Ill As those which thou hast found but those that are Wise sober modest bending still their care To serve the King of Kings Oh!