An excellent new Medly.
To to tune of the Spanish Pauin.
VVHen Philomel begins to sing,
the grasse growes green & flowres spring,
Me thinks it is a pleasant thing,
to walk on Primrose hill,
Maides haue you any Connie-skins
To sell for Laces or great Pinnes
The Pope will pardon veniall sinnes:
Saint Peter,
Fresh fish and newes grew quickly stale:
Some say good wine can nere want sale,
But God send poore folkes Beere & Ale,
enough untill they die
Most people now are full of pride.
The Boy said no but yet be lyde:
His Aunt did to the Cuck-stoole ride
for scolding.
Within our Towne faire Susan dwells:
Sure Meg is poyson'd, for the swels,
My friend pull oft your bazzards bells,
and let the haggard [...].
Take heed you play not at Tray-trip.
Short heeles forsooth will quickly flip.
The beadle makes folke with his whip,
dance naked.
Come rapster tell us whats to pay,
Iane frownd and cryde good Sir away.
She tooke his kindnesse. yet said nay,
as Maidens vse to do,
The man shall have his Mare agen,
When all false knaues proue honest men.
Our Sisly shall be Sainted then,
true Roger.
The Butcher with his masty Dog
At Rumford you may buy a Hog,
I faith 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 Companie
Theeues finde receivers 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 sweet and take a kisse
in kindenesse
In Bath a wanton wife did dwell,
She had two buckers to a well,
Would not a dog for anger swell,
to see a pudding creepe:
The Horse-leach is become a Smith,
When haiters faile then cake a With:
They say an old man hath no pith,
Round Robin.
Simon doth suck up all the Egges,
Franke neuer drinks 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 have a Cambrick hand
blew starched.
The Cu [...]kow sung hard by the doore,
Gyll brawled like a butter whore
Cause her buckeheaded Husband swore
the Miller was a knave.
Good Poets leaue of making playes
Let players seek for Souldiers payes
I doe not like the drunken fraies,
in Smithfield.
Now Roysters spurs do gingle braue,
Iohn Sexton playd the arrand kanue.
To digge a Coarse out of the Grave.
and steal the sheet away.
The wandring Prince of stately Troy
Greene sleeves were wont to be my ioy,
He is a blinde and paultry boy
god Cupid,
Come hither friend and giue good eare,
A leg of mutton stuft is rare,
Take heed you do not steal my Mare,
it is so hot it burns.
Behold the tryall of true loue,
He took a scrich-Owle for a Doue:
This man is like ere long to proue
a Monster.
Tis merry when kinde Maltmen meet:
No Cowards fight but in the street,
Me thinkes this wench smels very sweet,
of Muske, or somewhat else.
There was a man did play at Maw,
The whilest his wife made him a daw,
Your Case is altered in the law,
quoth ployden.
The Weaver will no shuttle shoote,
Goe bid the Cobler mend my boot
He is a foole will go a foot
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 hie for feare you fall:
If one please not another shall,
King pipping.
Diana and her Darlings deere,
The Dutchmen ply the double Beere:
Boyes rings the bels & make good cheere
when Kempe returnes from Rome,
O man what meanes thy heavie 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 Lawiers flourish still,
Iacke would be married unto Gyll:
but care will kill a Cat.
Are you there Sirrah with your Beares,
A Barbers shop with nittie haires.
Doll, Phillis hath lost both her eares,
for coozning.
Who list to lead a souldiers life:
Tom would eat meat but wants a knife,
The Tinker swore that Tib his wife,
would play at uptailes all
Beleeve my word without an an Oath
The Tailor stole some of her cloath:
When George lay sicke & loane made him broath
with Hemlocke.
The Patron gelt the parsonage,
And Esau sold his heritage,
Now Leonard lack-wit is foole age,
to be his Fathers heire.
Ther's many scratch before it itch,
Saul did ask counsel of a Witch.
Friend, ye may haue a Bacon flitch
at Dunmow.
King David plaid on a Welch Harpe,
This threed will neuer make good warpe
At wise mens words each foole will carpe
and shoot their witlesse bolts.
Ione like a Ram wore hornes and wooll.
Knew you my Hostis of the Bull,
Spure 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,
Grief in my heart doth stop my tongue,
The poore man still must put up wrong,
Your way lies there then walk along,
to Witham
Theee lies a Lasse that I loue well,
The Broker hath gay clothes to sell,
Which from the Hangmans budget fell,
are you no further yet?
In Summer times when Peares be ripe,
Who would give sixpence for a Tripe,
Play Lad or else lend me thy Pipe
and Taber.
Saint Nicholas Clarkes wil take a purse,
Young children now can sweare and curse
I hope yee like me nere the worse,
for finding fault therewith.
The servant is the Masters mate.
When gossips meet, ther's too much prate
Poore Lazarus lies at Diues gate
halfe starued,
Make hast to Sea, and hoyst up sailes
The hogs were serud with milking pales
From filthy sluts, and from all Ioayles,
good Lord deliver us all.
I scorne to ride a raw boned Iade,
Fetch me a Mattocke and a Spade,
A Graves end Toste will soone be made,
Saint Dennis.
But for to finish up my Song,
The Ale-wife did the brewer wrong,
One day of sorrow seems as long
as ten daies do of mirth,
My Medly now is at an end,
Haue you no Bowles or Trayes to mend
Tis hard to finde so true a friend
as Damon.
FINIS.
Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke.