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COme John sit thee down I have somewhat to say,
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In my mind I have kept it this many a day,
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Your Master you know is a Fool and a Sot,
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And minds nothing else but the Pipe and the Pot:
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Till twelve or till one he will never come home,
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And then he's so drunk that he lies like a Mome:
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Such usage as this would make any one mad,
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But a Woman will have it if 'tis to be had.
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'Tis true forsooth Mistris, the case is but hard,
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That a woman should be of her pleasure debar'd:
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But 'tis the sad fate of a thousand beside,
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Or else the whole City is fouly beli'd:
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There is not a man among twenty that thrives,
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Not ten in fifteen that do lie with their Wives,
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Yet still you had better be merry than sad,
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And take it where ever it is to be had.
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But John, 'tis a difficult matter to find,
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A man that is trusty and constantly kind:
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An Inns-of-Court Gallant he cringes and bows,
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He's presently known by his Oaths and his Vows,
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And though both his cloaths and his speeches be gay,
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Yet he loves you but onely a night and away:
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Such usage as this would make any one mad,
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Yet a Woman will have it, if 'tis to be had.
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What think you of one that belongs to the Court,
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They say they are youthful, and given to sport:
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He'l present you with bracelets, and jewels, & Rings,
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With stones that are precious, & twenty fine things:
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Or if you are not for the Court nor the Town,
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What think you forsooth of a man with a Gown?
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You must have a gallant, a good or a bad,
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And take it where ever it is to be had.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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NO John, I confess that not any of these,
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Had ever the power my fancy to please;
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I like no such blades for a trick that I know,
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For as soon as they've trod, they are given to crow;
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Plain dealing is best, and I like a man well,
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That when he has kiss'd will be hang'd e're he'l tell:
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My meaning is honest, and thou art the Lad,
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Then give it and take it where 'tis to be had.
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Alas! my dear mistris, it never can be,
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That you can affect such a fellow as me:
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Yet heaven forbid, once I am but your man,
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I should ever refuse to do all that I can;
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But then if my master should know what we've done
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We both shou'd be blown up as sure as a Gun:
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For after our joys, he would make us as sad,
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For taking it where it ought not to be had.
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But how shou'd he know it thou scrupulous Elf,
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Do'st think i'me so silly to tell him myself?
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If we are but so wise our own counsel to keep,
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We may laugh and lye down while the sot is asleep:
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Some hundreds I know in the city that use,
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To give to their men what their masters refuse:
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The man is the master, the Pren[t]ice the Dad,
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For women must take it where 'tis to be had.
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Some Prentices use it, forsooth, I allow,
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But I am a Novice and cannot tell how:
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However, I hope that I shall not be blam'd,
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For to tell you the truth I am somwhat asham'd;
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I know how to carry your Bible to Church,
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But to play with my mistris i'me left in the lurch:
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Yet if you can shew me the [w]ay good or bad,
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I'le promise you all that there is to be had.
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You quickly may learn it, my Johnny, for----- Thus,
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Before you proceed we begin with a buss;
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And then you must clasp me about with your arm,
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Nay, fear me not Johnny i'le do thee no harm:
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Now I sigh, now I tremble, now backwards I lye,
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And now dear Johnny, ah now I must dye:
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Oh! who can resist such a mettle-some Lad,
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And refuse such a pleasure when 'tis to be had.
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Alas, pritty mistris the pleasure is such,
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We never can give one another too much:
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If this be the business, the way is so plain,
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I think I can easily find it again:
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'Twas Thus we began; and---- Thus we lye down,
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And thus---- Oh thus! that we fell in a swoun:
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Such sport to refuse who was ever so mad,
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I'le take it where ever it is to be had.
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Now Johnny you talk like an ignorant mome,
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You can have such pleasure nowhere but at home,
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Here's fifty broad pieces for what you have done,
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But see that you never a gadding do run;
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For no new imployment then trouble your brains,
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For here when you work you'l be paid for your pains
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But shou'd you deceive me no womans so sad,
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To lose all the pleasure that once she has had.
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A mistris so noble I never will leave,
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'Twere a sin and a shame such a friend to deceive;
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For my Masters shop no more will I care,
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'Tis pleasanter handling my mistrisses ware:
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A fig for Indentures for now I am made,
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Free of a Gentiler and pleasanter trade:
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I know when i'me well, I was never so mad.
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To forsake a good thing when 'tis to be had.
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