An excellent new Medley,
Which you may admire at (without offence)
For euery line speakes a contrary sences
To the tune of, Tarletons Medley.
IN Summer time when solkes make Hay,
All is not true which people say,
The foole's the wisest in the play,
tush take away your band:
The Fidlers boy hath broke his Base,
Sirs is not this a pittious case,
Most gallants loath to smell the Mace
of Woodstréet.
The Citty followes Courtly pride,
Ione sweares she cannot Iohn abide,
Dicke weares a Dagger by his side.
come tell vs what's to pay.
The Lawyers thriue by others fall,
The weakest alwaies goes to'th wall,
The Shoomaker commandeth all
at's pleasure.
The Weauer prayes for Huswiues store,
A pretty woman was Iane Shore.
Kicke the base Rascalls out o'th doore:
peace, peace, you bawling Curres.
A Cuckolds band weares out behinde,
Tis easie to beguile the blinde,
All people are not of one minde,
hold Carmen.
Our women cut their haire like men,
The Cocke's ore-mastred by the Henne
There's hardly one goodfriend in ten,
turne there on your right hand:
But few regard the cryes o'th poore,
Will spendeth all vpon a whore,
The Souldier longeth to goe ore,
braue knocking.
When the fifth Henry saild to France,
Let me alone for a Countrey dance,
Nell doth bewaile her lucklesse chance,
f [...]e on false hearted men:
Dicke Tarleton was a merry wagge,
Harke how that prating asse doth bragge,
Iohn Dory sold his ambling Nagge,
for Kicke-shawes.
The Saylor counts the Ship his house,
Ile say no more but dun's the Mouse,
He is no man that scornes a Louse,
vaine pride vndoes the Land:
Hard hearted men make Corne so deare,
Few Frenchmen loue well English beere,
I hope ere long good newes to heare,
hey Lusticke.
Now hides are cheape, the Tanner thriues,
Hang those basemen that beate their wiues.
He néeds must goe that the Deuill driues,
God blesse vs from a Gun:
The Beadles make the lame to runne,
Vaunt not before the battaile's wonne,
A Cloud sometimes may hide the Sunne,
chance medley.
The Second Part.
To the same tune.
THy friend such lewdnesse soon wil check,
And tell thée thou art like to lacke,
Hée'l bid thée alwaies haue a care
Of that which thou dost little feare,
And that is, pouerty will grow,
Which thy true friend would not haue so.
The false and fained Flatterer
Will séeke to trap thée in his snare,
His words most swéet shall still appeare
To get thy money, wine and béere:
These are certaine signes to know
A faithfull friend from a flattering foe.
If that thy friend be true indéed,
Hée'l not forsake thée in thy néed,
Hée'l take thy part in weale and woe,
Thy flattering friend will not doe so:
These are certaine signes to know
A faithfull, &c.
Now some perchance may this obiect,
And say they are of the true Sect,
But such Ile neuer trust till I
Their inward thoughts doe proue and try,
Then I certaine am to know
A faithfull, &c.
If that you want, then néeds of force,
For your reliefe you'l take some course,
Need stands behind and bids you goe,
The kindnesse of mens hearts to know,
And where once you have try'd it so,
You'l know your friend, &c.
Thy friend will wondrous sorry be
To see thee fall to misery,
And to his power hee'l giue reliefe
To ease thy dolour, woe and griefe:
These are certaine signes to know
A faithfull, &c.
Your faire tongu'd fawning hypocrite
Will say that you were void of wit,
To spend your meanes so foolishly,
And lacke so long before you dye.
These are certaine signes to know
A faithfull, &c.
Then this aduice take then of me,
Before need comes goe thou and see,
Try whilst thou hast of thiue owne,
And see where fauour may be showne:
Then thou soone shalt finde and know
A faithfull, &c.
And looke where thou didst fauour finde,
There be not wauering like the winde,
If that thy friend proue iust and true,
Then doe not change him for a new:
Thus to all men I doe show
The difference twix a friend and foe.
For my part I may plainely say,
That friends are apt for to decay,
In wealth a man shall haue great store,
But very few if once growne poore:
This I write for men to know
A faithfull, &c.
When I had meanes then I had friends,
But now I want, their friendship ends,
Now but few will take my part,
Nor helpe release me of my smart:
This I have writ for men to know
A faithfull, &c.
Thus to conclude and end my Song,
Let me aduise both old and young,
If thou doe wish for many friends,
Then haue a care and get some meanes:
Then you need not care to know
A faithfull friend from a flattering foe.
C. R.
FINIS.
LONDON, Printed for Richard Harper in Smithfield.