THE
High-Prizd PIN-BOX:
This Damsel she doth set great Store,
By her Pin-Box Fine and rare;
But every ordinary Whore,
Hath got suck Kind of Ware.
To the Tune of, Let every Man with Cap in Hand, etc.
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I Have a gallant Pin-Box,
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The like you neer did see,
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It is where never was the Pox,
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Something above my Knee:
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O tis a gallant Pin-box,
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You never saw the Peer;
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Then Id not want my Pin-Box
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For forty Pounds a Year.
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My Pin Box is the Portion
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My Mother left with me;
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Which gains me much Promotion,
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And great Tranquility:
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It doth maintain me bravely,
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Although all Things are dear:
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Then Ill not, etc.
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My Pin-Box is a Treasure
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Which many Men delights;
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For therewith I can pleasure
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Both Earls, Lords, and Knights,
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If they do use my Pin-Box,
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They will not think it dear,
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Although that it doth cost them
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An hundred Pounds a Year.
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The P---n and the V---r,
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Though they are holy Men,
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Yet no Man eer is quicker
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To use my Pin-box, when
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They think no Man doth know it;
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For that is all their Fear:
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Then Id not, etc.
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The cogging cheating Lawyer,
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That doth all Men abuse,
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Will also speak me very fair
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My Pin-Box for to use;
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Yea, and will be as liberal
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As any that come there;
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Then Id not want my Pin-Box
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For an hundred Pounds a Year.
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The Usurer that grindeth
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To get Use upon Use;
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Often a Time he findeth
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To come and play with Puss:
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Yea, and will give me something,
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Though little he will spare:
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Then, etc.
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The grievous hard Curmugeon
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That lives upon Brown-Bread,
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Unto me will be trudging,
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If that he be not sped;
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Yea, and will give me something,
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If that he shall come there:
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Then, etc.
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The Chirurgeon and the Doctor,
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That doth both cure and kill;
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The Chancellor and Proctor,
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And the Paritor will
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Bestow large Gifts upon me,
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If that they shall come there:
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Then, etc.
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The Grocer and the Draper
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That liveth on their Trades,
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Will leap and skip and caper,
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And think themselves brave Blades,
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And for to use my Pin-Box,
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They will give me some Geer,
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Then, etc.
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The Dairy-Men and Farmers
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That live upon their Stocks,
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Who love to fill their Graneries,
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And to increase their Flocks;
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For the Use of my Pin-Box,
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The best of it will spare:
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Then, etc.
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The Clothier and the Dyer,
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And Tucker drest with flock,
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Doth very oft desire
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To use my Pin-Box;
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And though they hard do labour,
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Yet something they will spare;
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Then, etc.
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The Wool-Comber that Labours
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Fors Living with the Combs,
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Will sell them; and the Weavers
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Will do away their Looms,
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And all to use my Pin-Box,
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Because it is so rare;
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Then, etc.
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The Butcher that is killing,
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Sometimes of Cow and Calf,
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Is very often willing
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To give me more than half
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For the Use of my Pin-Box.
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And does not think it dear:
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Then, etc.
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The Man who lives by his Labour
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Those piteous ragged Sots,
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Will think it a great Favour
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For to use my Pin-Box.
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And though he gets but little,
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Yet something he will spare;
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Then, etc.
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And to be short, theres no Man,
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Let him be high or low.
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That did come of a Woman
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But will some Coin bestow
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For the Use of my Pin-Box,
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Because it is so rare:
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Then, etc.
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But to conclude my Ditty,
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And my most harmless Song,
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If any in the City,
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Or the Country doth belong
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For the Use of my Pin-box,
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And will some Money spare,
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Then they shall use my Pin-Box
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As long as they can stare.
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