The extravagant youth, or, An emblem of prodigality. Tho' he was stout he can't get out, in trouble he'l remain young-men be wise, your freedom prize, bad company refrain. To the tune of, King James's jigg; or, The country farmer. 1684-1685? Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2011-04 (EEBO-TCP Phase 2). B03211 Wing E3934 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[96] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[138] 99887126 ocm99887126 183323

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The Extravagant YOUTH. OR, An Emblem of PRODIGALITY. Tho' he was ſtout, he can't get out, in Trouble he'l remain Young-Men be wiſe, your Freedom prize, bad Company refrain. To the Tune of, King Iames'sJigg; Or, The Country Farmer.

COme liſten a while and I will relate My ſad and moſt diſmal deplorable ſtate, For now I am in a moſt woful caſe, My running this wild and extravagent race: When Silks and Sattins did me adorn, I ſaid that I was moſt Nobly Born, Good Counſel I ſlighted, and held it in ſcorn, But now here behold how I ſtick in the Horn. I gave my ſelf over to ev'ry Vice, As Courting, and ſporting with Cards and Dice I thought in my heart it would never be day, While I was attired in rich array: With Boon Companions I did Trade, They counted me a Iocular Blade, But now all my Glory is clearly decay'd, And into the Horn my ſelf have betray'd. I once kept my Gelding abroad to Ride, My Hat and my feather, and Sword by my ſide, As long as my Pocket was lined with Gold, In pleaſure I ſwam, and abroad I roul'd: But now no longer can I reign, In ſorrowful note I here do complain, And ſtick in the Horn where I ſtill muſt remain, And cannot get out if i'de never ſo fain. My Father he went in a Thread-bare Coat, And on his old Angels was wont to dote; Which he had obtain'd by Vſury, And now I have ſpent it as merrily: I called for Wine like a Hector ſtout, My Golden Guinnies did flye about, I'de Revel and Rant, and i'de keep a fine rout, But now I am in where I cannot get out. I never would take any thought or care, I ſaid that I was my old Fathers Heir, My Feſtival Fellows was Roiſterous Boys, We liv'd in delights with a thouſand joys: While we in Splendor did abound, Methoughts the world went merrily round, But ſince friends & fortune together hath frownd I ſtick in the Horn, where I ſtill may be found. My Father gave me all his free-hold Land, And then at my Courteſie he would ſtand, O then thought I, thy Silver ſhan't ruſt, I'le make it to flye like the Summers Duſt: Then did I keep my Prancing Naggs, Till I had emptied his Golden Bags, My Silks flouriſht like to a Navy of Flags, But now they are worn and torn to Rags. I Mortgag'd and ſold, and I ſpent ſo faſt, The Miſer my father was vert at laſt, To think that I ſquander'd away ſuch ſumms, He ſcratcht his ears, and he knawed his thumbs, His whole Eſtate was quite decay'd, By thoſe vile Projects which I have play'd, Thus I have quite ruin'd the Vſurers trade, And I in the Horn am a ſorrowful Blade. Now here an Example I muſt remain, My freedom I never expect again, Young Gallants be warned, ſuch ruine ſhun, Which has both my father and I undone: All comforts now from us are flown, My Father in Bedlam makes his moan, And I in the Counter a Priſoner thrown, This Horn is a Figure by which it is known. FINIS.