The Worlds Sweet-heart:
Whereby it is shewed that Mistris Money,
Is the worlds Sweet-heart and Hony.
To the tune of, The Begger Boy.
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SWeet Mistris Money I here will declare,
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thy beauty which every one adoreth,
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The lofty gallant and beggar so bare,
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some help and comfort from thee imploreth:
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For thou art become the worlds sweetheart,
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while every one doth make thee their honey,
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And loath they are from thee to depart,
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so well they doe love sweet Mistris Money.
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Money is that which all men obey,
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the wealthy rich miser doteth upon it,
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He puts her to trading untill such a day,
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and is very carefull in parting from it:
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It joyes him to see a great heap of wealth,
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and Lady Pecunia is his deare honey,
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While he is content for to starve himselfe,
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even for the love of Mistris Money.
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The Citty of London doth take great care,
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to gaine her favour by some new fashion,
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And for her sake they will give you such ware,
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as there is not better in any Nation:
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For every ones heart is now set upon her,
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and she is become their onely deare Honey,
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Where ever she goes her steps they doe honour
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so well they doe love sweet Mistris Money.
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Though Moneys complexion be very white,
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yet I doe thinke there was never yet any
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Could equall her beauty which is so bright,
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so that she hath friends and lovers many.
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Each one will lend her a helping hand,
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to carry abroad their dearest honey,
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And they will be ready at her command,
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even for the love of Mistris Money.
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Your Country men to the Market will goe,
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with corne and such other like provision,
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And to procure money sometimes you do know
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they will sell it off upon any condition:
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To cure their hearts of sorrow and care,
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the savour of coyne is as sweet as honey,
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And they are glad to sell off their ware,
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even for the love of Mistris Money.
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The Shepheard that lyeth abroad in the field,
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and never careth for wind or weather,
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Doth hope that his sheepe some profit wil yeeld,
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which makes him to keepe them all together:
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For he wil sit on the side of a Rock,
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or else lye upon a green banke that is sunny,
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And there he will keepe his poore little flock,
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even for the love of Mistris Money.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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IN City and Country and every place,
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tis money that is so much respected,
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For she can never receive disgrace,
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since many devises are still projected
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By those which seeke her favour to gaine,
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and make her their onely delight and honey,
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For they will refuse no labour and paine,
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in hope for to get sweet Mistris Money.
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I thinke the world shall come to an end,
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before that Money shall be despised,
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For in every corner she hath a close friend,
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and by every one she is highly prised:
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In every country where ever you ride,
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the savour of coyne is sweet as the hony,
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And all the Inns on the roade doe provide,
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to entertaine sweet mistris Money.
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Now Cupid may lay by his quiver and bow,
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whereby sometime much love was procured,
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Since now to marry they are very slow,
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unlesse that a portion may be assured:
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For that doth carry their fancy away,
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so that young men doe make it their honey,
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And many a wedding without all delay,
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is made up for the love of money.
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Mark where you doe come & you shal still find,
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that for your money you shal be attended,
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My Host and my Hostesse will be very kind,
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but when that your silver and coin is spended
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Faith then you may goe with much grief & woe
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because you have parted from your deare hony;
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For that respect which to you they did show,
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was for the love of mistris Money.
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At Rome the priests doe make her a Saint,
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who cheat the people by fond delusion,
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And if that you no mony doe want,
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you shall for your sins have an absolution:
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Thus in forraine countries wherever you goe,
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this Mammon is counted their onely hony,
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And unto you much kindnesse theyl shew,
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even for the love of mistris Mony.
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The Seaman likewise will travaile abroad,
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in storms & in tempests his heart nere faileth
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Untill with commodities he be wel stord,
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and then through the Ocean he lustily saileth
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He cares not if that he meet with some blowes,
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for he so esteemeth his dearest hony,
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That he spreadeth his sayls and away he goes,
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& sometimes he bringeth home gold & Mony.
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Thus all mens affections are equally bent,
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to Money, which maketh them ful of mettle,
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And when they doe want it they are discontent,
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because their love on it they doe settle:
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Yet I would not have you to set your heart
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on worldly treasure to make it your hony,
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But to buy this ditty before you depart,
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if that you doe love sweet Mistris Mony.
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