Come buy this new Ballad, before you do go: If you rail at the Author, I know what I know. To the Tune of, I'll tell you but so.  

 

IT is an old saying,  
that few words are best,  
And he that says little,  
shall live most at rest:  
And I by experience  
do find it right so,  
Therefore i'll spare speech,  
but I know what I know.   

Yet shall you perceive well,  
though little I say,  
That many enormities  
I will display:  
You may guess my meaning,  
by that which I show,  
I will not tell all,  
but I know etc.   

There be some great climbers,  
composed of ambition,  
To whom better-borne men  
do bend, with submission:  
Proud Lucifer climbing,  
was cast very low,  
I'll not stay these men,  
but I know etc.   

There be many Foxes  
that go on two legs,  
They steal greater matters  
than Cocks, Hens, and Eggs,  
To catch many Gulls  
in Sheep's clothing they go,  
They might be destroy 〈◊〉  
but I know etc.   

There be many men  
that Devotion pretend,  
And make us believe,  
that true Faith they'll defend:  
Three times in one day  
to Church they will go,  
They cousin the world,  
but I know etc.   

There be many rich men,  
both Yeomen and Gentry,  
That for their own private gain  
hurt a whole Country,  
By closing free Commons,  
yet they'll make as though  
'twere for common good,  
but I know etc.   

There be diverse Papists,  
that to save their Fine,  
Come to Church once a month,  
to hear Service Divine,  
The Pope gives them power,  
as they say, to do so,  
They save money by't too,  
but I know etc.   

There be many Upstarts  
that spring from the Cart,  
Who gotten to th'Court,  
play the Gentleman's part:  
Their fathers were plain men,  
they scorn to be so,  
They think themselves brave,  
but I know etc.   

There be many Officers,  
men of great place,  
To whom if one sue  
for their favour and grace.  
●e must bribe their servants,  
while they make as though  
They know no such thing,  
but I know etc.    

The Second Part. To the same Tune.  
 

THere be many Women  
that seem very pure,  
A kiss from a stranger  
they'll hardly endure,  
They are like Lucretia,  
modest in show,  
I will accuse none,  
but I know etc.   

Likewise there be many  
dissembling men,  
That seem to hate Drinking  
and Whoring, yet when  
They meet with a Wench,  
to the Tavern they'll go,  
They are civil all day,  
but I know etc.   

There be many Bachelors,  
that to beguile  
Believing kind Lasses,  
use many a wile,  
They all swear that they love,  
when they mean nothing so,  
And boast of these tricks,  
but I know etc.   

There's many an Usurer,  
that like a Drone  
Doth idly live  
upon his money's Loan,  
From Ten unto Hundreds  
his money doth grow:  
He says he doth good,  
but I know etc.   

There be many Gallants  
that go in gay Raiment,  
For which the Tailor  
did never receive payment,  
They ruffle it out  
with a gorgeous show,  
Some take them for Knights,  
but I know etc.   

There be many Roarers  
that swagger and roar,  
As though they in th'wars had b●  
seven years and more,  
And yet they never look  
in the face of a F●e:  
They seem gallant Sparks,  
but I know &c,   

There's many, both Women  
and Men that appear  
With beautiful Outsides,  
the World's eyes to blear:  
But all is not Gold,  
that doth glister in show,  
They are fine with a Pox,  
but I know etc.   

There's many rich Tradesmen  
who live by Deceit,  
And in Weight and Measure  
the poor they do cheat,  
They'll not swear an Oath,  
but indeed, I, and No,  
They truly protest,  
but I know etc.   

There be many people  
so given to strife,  
That they'll go to Law  
for a twopenny Knife:  
The Lawyers ne'er ask them  
why they do so,  
He gets by their hate,  
but I know etc.   

I know there be many  
will carp at this Ballet,  
Because it is like  
sour Sauce to their Pallet:  
But he, she, or they,  
let me tell ere I go,  
If they speak against this Song,  
I know what I know.    
Fini●.   

Printed by the Assigns of Thomas Symcocke.