I tell you, John Jarret, you'l breake:
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John Jarrets wives counsell to her husband, to have care to his estate in this hard
time, lest he turne Bankerout. To the tune of the wiving Age.
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PRay gentle John Jarret, give eare to my words,
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It is my true kindnesse this counsell affords,
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And every good husband to his wife accords:
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If your time you wast away at Alehouse boords,
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I tell you, John Jarret, you'l breake,
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I tell you, John Jarret, you'l breake.
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You see how the world to vices inclines.
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Which if you doe follow, my soule thus divines,
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That you'l want the mony which you wast in wines:
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Men being drunkards, are worse than base swines.
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I tell you John Jarret, etc.
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They say, at the Talbot you runne on the score,
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Beside, at S. Katherines you keepe a brave whore.
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Where you on a night spent an Angell and more:
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If you use such dealings, twill make you full poore.
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I tell you, etc.
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I heare y'have a wench, they call her Blacke Kate,
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Whose dwelling, they say, is neere to Billingsgate,
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Besides, how you gave her a new gowne of late:
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If you upon harlots doe thus waste your state.
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I tell you, etc.
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Besides, at S. Toolies, another mans wife,
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They say that (John Jarret) you love as your life,
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Twixt her and her husband you daily breed strife,
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Consuming your meanes, if you lead still this life,
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I tell you, etc.
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I heare say at Wapping that you keepe another,
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And when you goe there, you say tis to your brother
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But you maintaine her, with the old bawd her mother
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Such scurvy dealings I by no meanes can smother:
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I tell you, etc.
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You rise in the morning before breake of day,
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And unto the Alehouse you straight take your way,
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Where you in base manner at shuffle-boord play,
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Untill you have wasted your money away.
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I tell you, etc.
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You have a Bastard at Brainford at nurse,
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That weekly doth cost you two shillings thats worse:
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These things, sweet John Jarret, will empty your purse
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Besides, if you still persever this course,
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I tel you, etc.
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You into ill company daily doe rome,
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Whilst I and your children sit sighing at home,
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With brown bread and small drink I sit like a mome
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And sometimes at midnight you drunke in do come
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I tell you, etc.
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This is a hard world, and every thing's deare,
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Sweet gentle John Jarret, my counsell pray heare
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Before all be wasted, I pray' have a care.
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For if you doe hold this course one other yeere.
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I tell you. John Jarret, you'l breake,
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I tell you, John Jarret, you'l breake.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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YOu see how the Farmers doe hoord up their graine,
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No eare will they lend to the poore mens complaine,
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Although we should starve, these Curmugins will gaine
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They never thinke on us, nor pitty our paine,
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I feare me, John Jarret, you'l breake,
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I feare me, John Jarret, you'l breake.
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This is no world to borrow nor lend
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Nor (if you consider it) vainely to spend:
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Receive this my counsell (good John) as a friend,
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For if you pursue this vaine course to the end,
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I tell you, etc.
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When you in your shop should be plying your worke,
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In some scurvy blinde Alehouse you all day doe lurke,
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More like than a Christian to some Jew or Turke:
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If thus you neglect your living and worke,
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I tell you, etc.
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Be rul'd by my counsell, good husband, I pray,
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For t'will be your owne I'm sure another day:
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Yet, if you please live full well you may,
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But if you persist in your drinking and play,
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I tell you, etc.
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You know, you have wasted away a good Farme,
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And now we want firing for to keepe us warme,
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Besides a good house for to shelter a storme:
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I give not this counsell unto you for harme:
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I tell you, etc.
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Give over in time your scurvy base whores,
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For feare they should fill you with scars & with sores
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And laboure besides to pay your old scores:
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If whores still you follow, with company that rores,
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I tell you, etc.
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You see that the ould yeare is almost quite spent
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The new one is comming, good John then repent
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Your wicked old follies, and with one consent,
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Your downe-sinking state with care to prevent.
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I tell you, etc.
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Some that have enough, at Gods blessings repine,
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But whilest I live, that fault shall not be mine,
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Then to thy power, sweet John, with me joyne,
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And pray that God daily will guard thee and thine,
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I tell you, etc.
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Be rul'd by your wife, that doth love you full deare,
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And all ill society see you forbeare,
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And of these children I pray have a care,
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Begin a new course, I pray, with the yeare,
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Or else, sweet, etc.
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There commeth no goodnes by following of queane[s]
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But ryotous drinking, and wasting of meanes.
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Who trusts to such harlots, on wickednes leanes,
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And may with the Prodigall feed upon beanes.
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I tell you, John Jarret, you'l breake,
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I tell you, John Jarret, you'l breake.
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