An excellent new Medley.
To the tune of the Spanish Pauin:
WHen Philomel begins to sing,
the grasse growes gréene & flowres spring,
Me thinks it is a pleasant thing,
to walke on Primrose hill,
Maydes haue you any Conny-skins
To sell for Laces or great Pinnes?
The Pope will pardon veniall sinnes:
Saint Peter.
Fresh fish & newes grow quickly stale:
Some say good Wine can nere want sale,
But God send poore folkes Béere and Ale enough vntill they die.
Most people now are full of pride;
The Boy sayd no but yet he lyde:
His Aunt did to the Cuck-stoole ride
for scolding.
Within our Towne faire Susan dwells:
Sure Meg is poyson'd, for she swels,
My friend, pull off your buzzards bels,
and let the haggard flye.
Take héed you play not at Tray-trip.
Short héeles forsooth will quickly slip.
The beadle makes folke with his whip,
dance naked.
Come Tapster tell vs whats to pay,
Iane frownd and cryde good Sir away,
She tooke his kindnesse, yet sayd nay,
as Maydens vse to doe.
The man shall haue his Mare agen,
When all false knaues proue honest men,
Our Cisly shall be Sainted then,
true Roger.
The Butcher with his masty Dog,
At Rumford you may buy a Hog,
I saith Raph Goose hath got a clog,
his wench is great with childe:
In Pillory put the Bakers head,
For making of such little bread,
Good conscience now a dayes is dead,
Pierce plowman.
The Cutpurse and his Company
Théeues finde receiuers presently:
Shun Brokers, Bawdes, and Vsury,
for feare of after-claps.
Lord, what a wicked world is this?
The stone lets Kate she cannot pisse?
Come hither swéet and take a kisse
in kindnesse.
In Bath a wanton wife did dwell,
She had two buckets to a well,
Would not a dog for anger swell,
to sée a Pudding créepe?
The Horse-leach is become a Smith,
When halters fayle, then take a With:
Then say an old man hath no pith,
Round Robin.
Simon doth sucke vp all the Egges,
Franke neuer drinkes without Nutmegs,
And pretty Parnell shewes her legs,
as slender as my waste.
When faire Ierusalem did stand,
The match is made giue me thy hand.
Maulkin must haue a Cambricke band
blew starched.
The Cuckow sung hard by the doore,
Gyll brawled like a butter whore,
Cause her bucke-headed Husband swore
the Miller was a knaue.
Good Poets leaue off making playes
Let players seeke for Souldiers payes
I doe not like these drunken frayes,
in Smithfield.
Now Roysters spurs doe gingle braue,
Iohn Sexton playd the arrand knaue,
To digge a Coarse out of the Graue,
and steale the shéet away.
The wandring Prince of stately Troy,
Gréene sléeues were wont to be my ioy,
He is a blinde and paultry boy
god Cupid.
Come hither friends and giue good care,
A legge of mutton stuft is rare.
Take héed you doe not steale my Mare,
it is so hot it burnes.
Behold the tryall of true loue,
He tooke a scrich-Owle for a Doue:
This man is like ere long to proue
a Monster.
Tis merry when kind Maltmen méet:
No Cowards fight but in the stréet,
Me thinkes this wench smels very swéet,
of Muske, or somewhat else.
There was a man did play at Maw,
The whilst his wife made him a Daw,
Your Case is altered in the Law,
quoth Ployden.
The Weauer will no shuttle shoote,
Goe did the Cobler mend my boote
He is a foole will goe a foote
and let his Horse stand still.
Did Iohn a Nokes and Iohn a Stiles,
Many an honest man beguiles.
But all the world is full of wiles
and knauery.
Of treason and of Traytors spight
The house is haunted with a sprit,
Now Nan will rise about midnight,
and walke to Richards house.
You Courtly states and Gallants all,
Climbe not too high, for feare you fall:
If one please not, another shall,
King Pippin.
Diana and her Darlings déere,
The Dutchmen ply the double Béere:
Boyes ring the bels and make good chéere,
when Kempe returnes from Rome.
Oh man what meanes thy heauy looke?
Is Will not in his Mistris Booke,
Sir Rouland for a refuge tooke
Horne-Castle.
Rich people haue the world at will
Trades fade, but Lawyers flourish still,
Iacke would be marryed vnto Gyll:
but care will kill a Cat.
Are you there Sirrah with your Beares?
A Barbers shop with nitty haires.
Doll, Phillis hath lost both her eares,
for coozning.
Who list to lead a Souldiers life?
Tom would eate meat, but wants a knife,
The Tinker swore that Tib his wife,
would play at Vptayles all
Beléeue my word without an Oath
The Taylor stole some of her cloath:
When George lay sicke, Ioane made him broath
with Hemlocke.
The Patron gelt the parsonage,
And Esau sold his heritage,
Now Leonard lacke-wit is foole age
to be his Fathers heire.
There's many scratch before it itch,
Saul did aske counsell of a Witch,
Friend, yee may haue a Bacon flitch
at Dunmow.
King Dauid playd on a Welch Harpe,
This thréed will neuer make good warpe
At wise mens words each foole will carpe
and shoote their witlesse bolts.
Ioue like a Ram wore hornes and wooll,
Knew you my Hostis of the Bull,
Spruce Curio once was made a gull
in Shoreditch.
The blackamores are blabber lipt,
At Yarmouth are the Herrings shipt,
And at Bride-well the beggers whipt,
a man may liue and learne,
Griefe in my heart doth stop my tongue,
The poore man still must put vp wrong,
Your way lyes there, then walke along
to Witham.
There lyes a Lasse that I loue well
The Broker hath gay clothes to sell,
Which from the Hangmans but get fell,
are you no further yet?
In Summer time when Peares be ripe
Who would giue sixe pence for a Trip [...]
Play Lad, or else lend me thy Pipe
and Taber.
Saint Nicholas Clarkes will take a [...]
Young children now can sweare and [...]
I hope yee like me nere the worse,
for finding fault therewith.
The seruant to the Masters mate.
When gossins méet, there's too much [...]
Poore Lazarus lyes of Diues gate
halfe starued.
Make hast to Sea, and hoyst vp sayles
The hogs ware ser [...]'e with milking p [...]
From filthy sluts, and from all Iayles
good Lord deliuer vs all.
I scorne to ride a raw bon'd Iade,
Fetch me a Mattocke and a Spade,
A Graues end Coste will soone be mad [...]
Saint Dennis.
But for to finish vp my Song,
The Ale-wife did the Brewer wrong
One day of sorrow séemes as long
as ten dayes doe in mirth,
My Medly now is at an end,
Haue you no Bowles or Trayes to [...]
Tis hard to finde so true a friend
as Damon.