THE
High prized Pin-Box.
This Damzel she doth set great store
by her Pin-box brisk and rare,
But every ordinary Whore
hath got such kind of ware.
Tune of, Let every man with Cap in 's hand, etc.
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I Have a gallant Pin-box
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the like you ne'r 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 Ile not leave my Pin-box
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for Fifty pound 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 gaines 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 ile 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 there with I can pleasure
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both Earles, Lords, and Knights;
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If they shall 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 pound a year.
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The Parson and the Vicar
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though they are Holy men,
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Yet no man shall be 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 ile not etc.
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The cogging cheating Lyer
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that doth all men abuse,
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Will 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 ile not leave my Pin-box
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for an hundred pound 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 to play with Puss;
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Yea, and will give me something,
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saying take this my dear:
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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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though little he will spare:
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Then etc.
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The Chyrurgion and the Doctor,
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that doth both cure and kill,
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The Chanceller 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 Ware:
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Then etc.
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The Dairy-men and Farmers
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that liveth on their Stocks,
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Who love to fill their garners,
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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 flocks,
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Doth very oft desire
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for to use my Pin-box;
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And though they hard doth 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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for's living with his Combes,
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Will sell them, and the Weavers
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will do away their Loomes,
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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 will not think it dear:
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Then etc.
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The man that lives by's 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 there's 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 Coyn 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 long
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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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