An excellent new Ditty:
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Which proveth that women the best Warriers be,
For they made the Devill from earth for to flee.
To the Tune of , Deaths Dance.
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OLd Beelzebub merry
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disposed to be,
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To earth hee did hurry,
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some pastime to see;
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A Landlord he proved,
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and Leases would let,
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To all them that loved
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a long life to get.
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Come hither all mortalls,
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(quoth the Devill of Hell)
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Come long tailes and curtailes,
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now unto my Cell,
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To you I here proffer,
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a bargaine to buy;
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If youl take my offer,
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you never shall dye.
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This bargaine them pleased,
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they longd it to gaine,
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The sicke and diseased,
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came thither amaine,
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And though they were crasie,
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they hither could flye,
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The sluggard and lazy,
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this bargaine would buy.
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The Gallants and Gentry,
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his love to imbrace,
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From City and Country,
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flockt hither apace,
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Long life they desired,
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with much jollity,
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Their hearts they were fired,
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this bargaine to buy.
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The Dames of the City,
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came hither with speed,
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Your Merchant wives pretty,
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would seale to this deed,
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To live with a Lover,
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and never to dye,
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Here Curtesans hover,
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this bargaine to buy.
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No females there wanted,
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But hither they came,
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They came till they panted,
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to purchase the same,
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Wives, Widdowes, and Maidens,
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to the Devill did hye,
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Brave Lasses and Ladies,
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this bargaine would buy.
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The Lecher which viewed,
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such pretty ones there,
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His love was renewed,
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and heed have a share,
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And here he sojourned,
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cause never heed dye,
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His heart it was burned,
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this bargaine to buy.
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Now wicked sonnes roaring,
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that had their meanes spent,
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In Dicing and Whoring,
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to this office went,
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Apace they here gather,
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because theyd not dye,
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But to outlive their father,
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this bargaine theyd buy.
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The second part. To the same Tune.
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NExt comes the Shoomaker,
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to crave a long life,
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Here to be partaker,
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he brought his fine wife;
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The Taylors attends here,
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for money they cry,
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And follow the spender,
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this bargaine to buy.
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The Usurers follow,
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that pawnes have in hand,
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With whoop and with hollow,
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they call for the Land,
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Which spend-thrifts pawne to them
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while for cash they hye,
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To live to undoe them,
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this bargaine theyl buy.
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Next came these ri[s]h Farmers,
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that coozin the poore,
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And hoord up in corners,
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provision and store,
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To live till a deare yeere,
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and never to dye-
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These greedy cornmizers,
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this bargaine would buy.
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Now Brokers came hither,
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that in their hands had,
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Pawnes heaped together,
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both good ones and bad,
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To live till they view them
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all forfeited lye,
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To the Devill they sue then,
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this bargaine to buy.
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This purchase contented
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the Devill of Hell,
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To see such flockes enter
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all into his Cell,
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Yet still he proclaimed,
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they never should dye,
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Who ere it was aimed,
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this bargaine to buy.
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Next came the poore women,
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that cry fish and Oysters,
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They flocke here in common,
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and many great clusters,
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They ran hither scolding,
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and to the Devill cry,
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Sir weed be beholding,
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this bargaine to buy.
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But when these came hither,
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they kept such a noyse,
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Each brabled with other,
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which first should have choise;
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As that their noyse frighted
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the Devill of Hell,
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No more he delighted,
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such bargaines to sell.
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Quoth he, I must from them,
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for should I stay here,
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In pieces among them,
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my body theyl teare;
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(Quoth he) I am willing
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to deale among men,
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But nere will have dealing,
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mongst women agen.
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