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truth_n	heart_n	love_n	word_n	4,023	5	4.0687	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16766	Olde mad-cappes new gally-mawfrey Made into a merrie messe of minglemangle, out of these three idle-conceited humours following. 1 I will not. 2 Oh, the merrie time. 3 Out vpon money.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1602 (1602)	STC 3673; ESTC S104770	12,002	40

T'one for my sonne the other for my daughter When all the Churchyard might beful of laughter And seruice done the youth on euery side Would runne to meet the Bridegroome with the Bride When going home in order as they went The Fidlers played before them all the way And not a maide that had her aperne rent Her face cleane washt and had not a cleane stay Her shooes well blackt was held a slut that day When plummes and pies would fill the belly full And nappy ale made many an addle skull When many a Lad would lift the leaden heele And daunce vntill he swet and dropt againe And winde his wench about him like an Eele and tosse and turne her like a lustie swaine While harmeles hearts were in a merrie vaine And then a posset and a spiced cup And so good-night to make the matter vp When sheepes-eies winking first began the wooing And hearts and hands did set on faith and troth And then the matter was not long a dooing When it was needelesse to deuise an oth And for apparrell good plaine home-made cloth Shee in her haire and he in that he had Thus was the Lasse contented with the Lad. He had his fathers harrowe and his plowe A yong gray Fillie and a curtold Mare Shee had her Mothers blessing and a Cow A milke-paile and some woodden dayrie-ware A slitch of Bacon for good houshold fare He had a Cottage and a faire backe-side And so did liue the Bridegrome and his Bride When scarce they had beene maried fifteene houres But he would to his worke she to her wheele And then looke what 's my neighbours what is ours And carde and spinne and wind vpon the reele And mixe the Iron kindly with the steele And keepe some corne to fill the emptie sacke For feare the begger catch them by the backe Worke all the weeke for a good Sundayes dinner And then as merrie as the day was long When they might well afford their drinke the thinner If that the meate did make the porridge strong And all was right where nothing did go wrong But Sim and Sib so louingly agreed That then it was a louing world indeed When hunger was the sauce for euerie meate VVhile early rising did good stomacks make And labour was the bath to make men sweate One with a forke another with a rake When Tom would worke a vie for Susans sake And he that sung and whistled at the cart With hay and ho did beare the merrie heart When honest mindes would neuer beat their braines To fetch out wordes a mile aboue the Moone Nor frame their Wittes to loose a worlde of paines To make a morning of an after noone Nor wayte too long nor yet to wish too soone But worke their Willes and Wittes togither so As met the winde where euer it could blow Strange Wordes were Riddles vnto simple eares New Fashions Follies vnto Wisedomes eyes And faythfull hartes were voyde of idle feares While true Plaine meaning sought no Pollicies For till the Poets Figures did deuise To make men studie till their braines were mad Trueth was much more in estimation had Oh when mens Hartes lay bare vpon their Brestes While Wordes and Deedes were all one in effect And wicked Humours were not turn'de to Iestes When Honor had to simple Trueth respect And Wisedome would vngratious thoughtes reiect And Loue was loue for Loue and not for Gaine Then was the Worlde in a true Golden vaine Then was not borne that wicked Machauile Whose Rules haue metaphormol'de many a minde Nor Trueth would stande to study out a stile That were too high for honest wittes to finde Nor Cunning trickes the Carefull eye would blinde But when the toung did speak the hart would prooue Trueth was the substaunce of the speech of Looue Then was in deede that true Nobilitie That had respect to nothing but it selfe When no infection in Gentilitie Could gull the minde with greedines of pelfe Nor suffer Cupid play the peeuish elfe Nor Venus pride to match with Vulcans Croome Nor wicked Midas steppe in Mars his roome Then was the Sheepe knowen easely by his brand Cow by her lowe and by his barke the Dogge The neighbour iustly measur'de out his land And helpt to pull his Horse out of the bogge No Titles tride about a Timber-logge But rather loose it then to goe to Law To spende a Sheafe of Corne about a Straw And then was Law the onely rule of Loue Where many hartes agreed all in one And carefull Conscience did in Concord proue The blessed life of such an vnion When Grace with Pride could not be ouergon But humble milde and modest smiling eyes Made the Worlde seeme a kinde of Paradise But some will say All those good dayes are past Well let them goe as good may come againe Time goes apace but runne hee nere so fast He may be ouertaken in the plaine Such as haue Golde are in the golden vaine While that the poore must champe vpon the bit And Fooles must fret because they haue no wit Hee that hath Money may do many thinges Yet all as good as nothing in the ende And he that wantes knowes what the spirit wringes That goes to heau'ne to seeke to finde a friende While all in vaine doth hee his spirit spende That thinkes on Earth is any daintie hony But that which Arte distilleth out of mony 3 MAD-CAPS Out vpon Money OH Money Money t is a Monarch such As makes men know not what thēselues may bee It makes the churle his neighbors good to grutch And felles the Plant before it be a Tree And makes the Miller through a Mil-stone see More cunning towling in a Strike of Rie Then can be found out by the Farmers eie It makes a Wench as tawnie as a Moore To seeme as faire as shee were red and whighte It makes a Rich men make him selfe as poore As hee that were not scarcely worth a Mighte It makes a Cowarde quarrell with a Knight Yea and sometime to giue him such a blow As all his strength doth wholly ouerthrow It makes a Rascall in his rogish pride To thrust his Nose at tandom in the winde And bringes a Groome a wooing to a Bride That scarce would wish to let him looke behinde Nor take a Trencher till her Dogge had dinde And yet that Subiect of all thoughts disgrace Shall put a handsome Stripling out of place Why Money puts a Foole into some Wit And makes a Wise man wary of his will And puts on Roast-meate on the Beggers Spit And makes a Bungler learne a better skill Then take a Trade and liue by losses still Why Money such a power in Mallice beares As sets a Worlde togither by the eares But what of this Be Money what it can T is but a kinde of purified drosse The ouerthrow of many an honest Man That hath not patience to endure a Crosse While one mans game doth breed an others losse And therefore let them loue it that

playes And buffets made no sword and buckler frayes No puntos nor stoccados were not knowne When Iohn had nought to doe but with his Ione When fine maid Marian in a Moris daunce Could bride it like a millers ambling Mare And euery blew-cote by his Cognisance Made all the Countrey know whose cloth hee ware And euery Farmer kept good houshold fare And not a rich man would a begger rate But he would giue him almes at his gate When pride did teach no Princocks to goe gay Nor Pricke me daintie picke her fingers ends Nor lust could take the virgines loue away Nor heedelesse wits were carelesse of their friends Nor blessed spirits fear'd accursed fiends But honest wits so neere to wisedome came That nothing almost could be out of frame VVhen Mistris Fubs that Fiddle faddle fusse No colours knew to mend her coorse complexion Nor Prancking Parnel like an idle pusse Could gull a Nimph with an imperfection But euerie Schole-boy knowes his Interiection And had by heart a better part of speech Then make a full point only in a Breech When swearing Swopskin could not swash it so But euerie Mule could point him for an Asse Nor munching Miser could so closely goe But men could note him for an Owliglasse And make him hatefull wheresoe're he was And not a whore but is so woe begone her That all the Countrie would crie out vpon her When faith and truth was found in yea and nay And words of wisedome had their worthy weight When Sunne-shine beames did make the blessed day And euerie stalke did beare her flower full streight And such as saw them ioy'd to see their height And euerie Bird was bush't within the spring When all were husht when Philomen did sing When all the day the Connies kept their burrowes And not a Lambe was troubled with a worme The fearefull Hare was squat amid the furrowes Till feare or hunger made her leaue her forme And season'd Shepheards neuer fear'd a storme And youth and beauty liu'd like Turtle Dones VVhen age would not be angry at their loues When Nymphs and Muses sweetly kept the woods And olde Hob-goblin kept within the caues The Farmer sought not for his neighbours goods But Sam and Simkin were the merry slaues That danced Trenchmoore on their graundsirs graues And Su and Sib would trip it on the toe As if they knew not on what ground to goe When curds and creame were such a dainty dish As made the Louers licke their lips for ioy And youth as mery as their hearts could wish When Cupid was so kinde a hearted boy As neuer wrought a blessed thought annoy But gracious Spirits were so well agreed That truth was faire on euery face to reed When Ale and Beere was once olde English wine And Beefe and Mutton was good Countrie cheere And bread and cheese would make the Miller dine When that an honest neighbour might come neere And welcome Hoh maide fill a pot of Beere And drinke it soundly in a woodden dish When wagges were merrie as their harts could wish When not a Pedler walk't without his packe And not a Tinker but did sound his panne And euerie Trades-man by What do you lacke And euery Tapster by his woodden canne And by his dealing euerie honest man And euerie wife was by her husband knowne And then it was a blessed world alone When Susan Sowre-face that would sit and powt For all the parish was a pointing stocke And Lazy Lobkin like an idle lowte Was made no better then a washing blocke While the good husbands that maintaynde the stock And laide vp closely for a raynie day Were they that kindly bare the bell away When no man kept a dogge but for an vse The Mastife chiefly for to hunt a hogge The Hound to hunt the Hare out of her mewse And for a piece a fetching water-dogge Or for to beate a Foule out of a bogge A Horse to beare as easie as a cradle And not to kicke nor fling out of the saddle When maidens wink 't to see a Hen a tredding And carefull Widdowes caried honest mindes And Brides would blush to heare but of their bedding And humours would not alter with the windes But loue was it that faith for euer bindes And pitch and pay and take and trie and trust When hearts were hatefull that were found vniust The word of connicatching vvas not heard The practise vvas so seld or ne're in vse And vertues grace vvas chiefly in regard When iustice gaue redresse for all abuse VVhile care of conscience suffered no excuse But iudgement cut off vvicked vvilfulnesse Or mercy vvrought repentance happinesse Then honest husbands had the merrie liues That saw their children well brought vp at schoole And ioy in heart to see their honest wiues Seldome or neuer from their spinning stoole When none was idle but was held a foole And he nor she could iustly be offended When all amisse could quickly be amended When vsurers were counted but as Iewes And Parasites did goe in painted coates And whores and drabs were kept but in the slewes And Cuckowes might be sounded by their notes While Farmers mixt no Rie among their Otes But euerie Eare could shew what corne was sowne And euerie wife was by her husband knowne When Huswiues lou'd to talke of home-made cloth The fine euen threed and of the kindly whiting And how to kill the canker and the Moth And of my childrens reading and their writing And of mine Vncles eldest sonnes inditing As well in prose as pleasing Countrie-rime And chat and worke for feare of losing time When men would meet on Sundayes at the Church With true deuotion not for fashion sake When cunning wit would giue no foole the lurch But in each cause a kinde of conscience make And with indifferent hand both giue and take While all things were so common among friends That good beginnings made as blessed ends When maidens sate and neately milkt their Cowes And Lambs and Rabbits skipped vp and downe And little children marched with their bowghes In a May morning to a market towne And Batchelers gaue wenches a greene gowne And smouching yonkers gaue the gyrle a kisse When all was wel where nothing was amisse When Cake and Pudding was no simple feast And dealt about in bittes like holy bread And ripe yong Rooks were taken in the neast While Ruth and Rachel did the Rye loafe knead When Kit would smile to see cocke Sparrowes tread And Pipe and Taber made as merry glee As at a May-pole one would wish to see When Bride-cups with their dainty gay Bride-laces The Bachelers with such a grace would carry And maidens follow with such mincing faces As would allure a man halfe madde to marry And not a wagge nor wench without Rosemary A Nose-gay Napkin and a paire of Gloues These were the orders of the ancient loues When the olde folkes went mannerly before And the young people kindely followed after The parents held the bason at the dore