A dialogue betweene Master Guesright and poore neighbour Needy. Or A few proofes both reall and true, shewing what men for mony will doe. To a pleasant new tune, called, But I know what I know. E. F. (Edward Ford), fl. 1630?-1660. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B00046 of text150 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 11152.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B00046 STC 11152.5 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[74] 99884200 ocm99884200 182961 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B00046) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182961) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:1[42]) A dialogue betweene Master Guesright and poore neighbour Needy. Or A few proofes both reall and true, shewing what men for mony will doe. To a pleasant new tune, called, But I know what I know. E. F. (Edward Ford), fl. 1630?-1660. 1 sheet ([1] p.). for F. Cowles, Printed at London : [ca. 1640?] Signed: E.F. [i.e. Edward Ford]. Verse: "VVell met neighbour Needy, what walking alone ..." Publication date suggested by STC. In two parts, separated for mounting; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. B00046 150 (STC 11152.5). civilwar no A dialogue betweene Master Guesright and poore neighbour Needy. Or A few proofes both reall and true, shewing what men for mony will doe. To E. F 1640 880 4 0 0 0 0 0 45 D The rate of 45 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-11 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A Dialogue betweene Master Guesright and poore neighbour Needy . OR A few proofes both reall and true , Shewing what men for mony will doe To a pleasant new tune , called , But I know what I know . WEll met neighbour Needy , what walking alone , Fow comes it I pray that you thus sigh and groane , The cause by your physiognomie straight I can tell , And know by the same that all is not well . In truth master Guesright you speake very true , For money I want , and beléeve so do you . And therefore éene say , and do what you please , I know you are sicke of my sore disease . For me neighbour Needy , the world is so hard . That solely my selfe I now cannot guard Besides young and old loves coyne so intire , That have it they will though out of the fire . Nay , good neighbour Needy , I pray say not so , For then you will wrong a many I know , Besides I no way perswaded can be , That money is loved in the highest degrée . Money if you thinke so I instant will prove , That few or none but money do love , And when I have done I know you will say , T is all reall truth , then harken I pray . Inprimis your Tailor , is loving and kind , Nor doe I with him any fault find , But rest you assured , and take it from mée , That most he doth , he doth for his fée . Your Mercer in courtesie seldome forbeares . To show you the prime and best of his wares , But if that a reason you 'd have me to show , 'T is cause he would get by the bargaine I know . Your Barber most nimbly will trimme ●ort fine Patto , And if that you please turne up yorr mo●●●atto , But marke you what followes my kind loving neighbour , He lookes to be gratified well for his labour . Your Vintner will spread you his linnen most fine , And bring you both Super , Tobaco and Wine , And having so done requires but this To pay him his shot , which you must not misse . Againe this is true , as I know doe tell yée , A Cooke in Pye-Corner will fill up your belly , And when you are satisfied he like an Asse , Desires no money but éene for his sawce . The second part , to the same tune . Your Taps●er is growne a right honest man , For he will misreckon no more than he ran , For by his Iug , his Pot , and his Pipe , He has danc't himselfe an Officer ripe . Your out-landish Doctour most ready will be , To cure you of your infirmity , Which being effected , he for his skill , Desires no more but a golden Pill . Nay , what makes your Land-lord let housen by lease , That you may live in 'em daily peace , But that he imagines and has an intent , You will not faile for to pay him his rent . What makes your In-kéeper to harbour the poore , And unto all comers set open his dore , But that he intends if possible can , To have his reward of every man . What makes your Vsurer ever your friend , And be so officious his money to lend , But that he intends to bring you in thrall , And get if he can , the Devill and all . Nay , what makes your Hang-man , I tell you but so Such a base office for to under-goe , But that he hopes , and ever pre●ages , To have all their cloathes as well as his wages . What makes your Broker so often to cry , Sée what you lacke friend what will you buy , But that he would as his neighbours all doe , Get if he could for one penny two . What makes your Carrier to traverse the land , Nay , what makes your Souldier fight while he ran stand , But that they intend my owne déerest honey , To gaine this same paultry thing called money . What makes your footh drawer to cut off your corne , What makes your Sow-gelder to wind up his horne , Nay , what makes the world to do as they doe , But that they would purchase this same mony too . Nay , neighbour there 's more then all these are yet , Which I for brevities sake doe omit , But these I hope will very well prove , That men doe more for money then love . Well neighbour Guesright if this same be true , Then home we will straight without more adoe , And what we intend to none we will tell , But kéepe to our selves and so fare-you well . FINIS . Printed at London for F. Cowles .