[Th]e Chimmney-mans Lamentation
OR, Gold ill got, never prospers.
To the Tune of, [Packingtons] Pound. Licensed according to Order.
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[? Chi]mney-man lately in London did dwell,
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[?]o by that hard Tax had liv'd many years well,
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[?]ing for certain the same must go down,
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[?]e Kingdom, in City and Town,
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[?]ot what course in the World he should take,
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[?]was afflicted and ready to break,
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[?]hat he now must that practice give o're,
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[?] had long used in grinding the poor.
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[?]ns he haunted both early and late,
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[?] Feasting he spent at that rate,
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[?] then the whole World in a string,
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[?]neys such plenty of treasure did bring,
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[?]d his pockets with silver and gold,
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[?]t that his practice for ever would hold,
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[?] it fails him, this troubles him sore,
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[?] no longer should punish the poor.
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He was never marry'd all days of his life,
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Yet now is resolved to chuse him a Wife,
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Some Lady induc'd with a worthy Estate,
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That still he might live at a flourishing rate,
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For finding the Chimneys no longer would do,
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His Fortune he now was resolv'd to pursue;
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In Guineas he then had a thousand or more,
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Which he by oppression had rak'd from the poor.
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The Plays he frequented, in order to find
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Some beautiful Lady exact to his mind;
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At length he beheld one so amarous fair,
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That few in the City with her could compare;
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He straightways inquir'd what Birth she might be,
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'Twas answer'd a Lady of noble degree:
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I'll Court her, for why, her sweet Charms I adore,
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Besides I no longer can live by the [? poor?]
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[? up] her that night to the Strand,
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Her Coach and five Servants were at her Command;
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As if a high Heiress of Fame and Renown,
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And yet was no more than a Miss of the Town;
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Her Coach and Attendants she hir'd as Tools,
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The better to baffle and rifle such Fools:
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The Chimney-man boasted and bragg'd of his store,
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Which was in good Guineys a thousand or more.
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He Courts her, but she was invincible coy,
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[?] Chimney-man feared he ne'er shou'd enjoy
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This Lady, to whom his whole heart he reveal'd,
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Long time he contended before she wou'd yield,
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At length she did willingly grant him his Suit,
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He then brought his Plate, and his Guineas to boot,
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His Watch, with his Rings, and the rest of his store,
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Which he by oppression had got from the poor.
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The subtle young Lady of pleasure did say,
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I am bound in duty my Friends to obey,
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Therefore to the Marquess my Father pray go,
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And see [if] he'll grant you his Daughter or no;
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He lives about seventy miles from this Town,
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The Chimney-man straightways took Horse and rid do[wn]
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But e're he came back she was fled with his store,
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Which he by oppression had got from the poor.
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Her pretended Father he never could find,
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At length he return'd much afflicted in mind,
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When coming alas to the house of his Love,
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And call'd for his Lady, his sweet Turtle-Dove:
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The Chimney-man then they did answer and say,
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She did leave her Lodglng the very same day;
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A stranger she is that we ne'er knew before;
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The Chimney-man found she had rifled his store.
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His heart was so full it was ready to break,
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That he for a while was not able to speak,
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But straightways he fell into violent Fits,
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As if quite distracted and out of his Wits;
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I've lost all my Gold by a miss of the Town.
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The Tax of the Chimneys besides will go down,
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So that I can never replenish my store,
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As often I have by oppressing the poor[.]
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