An excellent new Medley,
Which you may admire at (without offence)
For every line speaks a contrary sences
To the tune of, Tarletons Medley.
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IN Summer time when folkes make Hay,
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All is not true which people say,
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The fooles the wisest in the play,
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tush take away your hand:
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The Fidlers boy hath broke his Base,
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Sirs is not this a pittious case,
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Most gallants loath to smell the Mace
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of Woodstreet.
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The Citty followes Courtly pride,
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Jone sweares she cannot John abide,
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Dicke weares a Dagger by his side.
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come tell us whats to pay:
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The Lawyers thrive by others fall,
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The weakest alwaies goes toth wall,
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The Shoomaker commandeth all
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ats pleasure.
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The Weaver prayes for Huswives store,
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A pretty woman was Jane Shore.
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Kicke the base Rascalls out oth doore:
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peace, peace, you bawling Curres.
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A Cuckolds band weares out behinde,
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Tis easie to beguile the blinde,
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All people are not of one minde,
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hold Carmen.
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Our women cut their haire like men,
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The Cockes ore-mastred by the Henne
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Theres hardly one good friend in ten,
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turne there on your right hand:
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But few regard the cryes oth poore,
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Will spendeth all upon a whore,
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The Souldier longeth to goe ore,
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brave knocking.
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When the fifth Henry saild to France,
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Let me alone for a Countrey dance,
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Nell doth bewaile her lucklesse chance,
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fie on false hearted men:
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Dicke Tarleton was a merry wagge,
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Harke how that prating asse doth bragge,
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John Dory sold his ambling Nagge,
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for Kicke-shawes.
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The Saylor counts the Ship his house,
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Ile say no more but duns the Mouse,
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He is no man that scornes a Louse,
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vaine pride undoes the Land:
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Hard hearted men make Corne so deare,
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Few Frenchmen love well English beere,
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I hope ere long good newes to heare,
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hey Lusticke.
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Now hides are cheape, the Tanner thrives,
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Hang those base men that beate their wives.
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He needs must goe that the Devill drives,
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God blesse us from a Gun:
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The Beadles make the lame to runne,
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Vaunt not before the battailes wonne,
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A Cloud sometimes may hide the Sunne,
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chance medley.
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The Second Part. To the same tune.
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THy friend such lewdnesse soon will check,
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And tell thee thou art like to lacke,
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Heel bid thee alwaies have a care
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Of that which thou dost little feare,
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And that is, poverty will grow,
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Which thy true friend would not have so.
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The false and fained Flatterer
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Will seeke to trap thee in his snare,
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His words most sweet shall still appeare
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To get thy money, wine and beere:
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These are certaine signes to know
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A faithfull friend from a flattering foe.
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If that thy friend be true indeed,
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Heel not forsake thee in thy need,
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Heel take thy part in weale and woe,
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Thy flattering friend will not doe so:
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These are certaine signes to know
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A faithfull, etc.
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Now some perchance may this object,
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And say they are of the true Sect,
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But such Ile never trust till I
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Their inward thoughts doe prove and try,
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Then I certaine am to know
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A faithfull, etc.
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If that you want, then needs of force,
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For your reliefe youl take some course,
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Need stands behind and bids you goe,
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The kindnesse of mens hearts to know,
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And where once you have tryd it so,
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Youl know your friend, etc.
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Thy friend will wondrous sorry be
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To see thee fall to misery,
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And to his power heel give reliefe
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To ease thy dolour, woe and griefe:
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These are certaine signes to know
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A faithfull, etc.
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Your faire tongud fawning hypocrite
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Will say that you were void of wit,
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To spend your meanes so foolishly,
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And lacke so long before you dye.
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These are certaine signes to know
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A faithfull, etc.
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Then this advice take then of me,
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Before need comes goe thou and see,
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Try whilst thou hast of thine owne,
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And see where favour may be showne:
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Then thou soone shalt finde and know
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A faithfull, etc.
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And looke where thou didst favour finde,
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There be not wavering like the winde,
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If that thy friend prove just and true,
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Then doe not change him for a new:
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Thus to all men I doe show
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The difference twix a friend and foe.
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For my part I may plainely say,
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That friends are apt for to decay,
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In wealth a man shall have great store,
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But very few if once growne poore:
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This I write for men to know
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A faithfull, etc.
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When I had meanes then I had friends,
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But now I want, their friendship ends,
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Now but few will take my part,
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Nor helpe release me of my smart:
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This I have writ for men to know
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A faithfull, etc.
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Thus to conclude and end my Song,
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Let me advise both old and young,
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If thou doe wish for many friends,
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Then have a care and get some meanes:
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Then you need not care to know
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A faithfull friend from a flattering foe.
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