The householders newyears Gift, containing a pleasant Dialogue betwixt the Husband and his Wife, pleasant to be regarded. To the tune of, where is my true-love.  

GRieve no more, sweet Husband,  
to grieve it is in vain,  
Little it availeth  
to grieve or else complain:  
Then show thy need to no man,  
for it doth breed disdain:  
Now comes a good new year.   H. 

Alack and alas for woe,  
how can I choose,  
The world is grown so cruel,  
that friendship few do use:  
Flattery gets credit,  
Plain troth is overthrown:  
O Lord send a good new year.   W. 

The world it is deceitful,  
then trust it not, my dear:  
But take this comfort to thee  
thy saddest thoughts to cheer:  
The Lord will never leave them,  
where true love doth appear:  
And God send a merry new year.   H. 

What comfort can I take, Wife,  
when sorrow is so great:  
Misery on all sides  
doth us always threat:  
When labour is too little  
to find us bread and meat:  
O Lord send a good new year.   

Scarcity is planted  
in village and in town,  
We see our neighbour's children  
Go begging up and down,  
Few persons do relieve them;  
but all at them do frown:  
O Lord send a good new year.   W. 

Greediness is causer,  
good husband, of this ill,  
Pride that madding monster,  
kind charity doth kill:  
Lord Jesus soon amend it,  
according to thy will:  
And send us a merry new year.   H. 

Corn in every Market  
so dear we daily see:  
We pay more for a bushel,  
Than we were wont for three:  
This cuts the hearts of poor men,  
and this undoeth me:  
O Lord send a good new year.   W. 

Why husband, this hath caused  
so many at this day,  
To pinch their pretty bellies  
within their garments gay:  
And all they think too little,  
upon themselves to lay:  
Good Lord send a merry new year.   H. 

Sweet wife, a thousand sorrows  
Do yet torment my mind,  
To think for all my labour  
how I am still behind:  
And for the same no remedy  
Alack, that I can find:  
Good Lord send a merry new year.   W. 

Take courage, gentle Husband,  
and harken what I say,  
After freezing January  
Cometh pleasant May:  
There is no storm so cruel,  
but comes as fair a day:  
Good Lord send a merry new year.   H. 

Gentle Wife, I tell thee,  
my very heart is done  
The world's great calamity,  
no way can I shun:  
For still in debt and danger,  
more and more I run:  
Good Lord send a merry new year.   W. 

Be content, sweet Husband,  
and harken unto me:  
The Lord is still as merciful  
as he was wont to be.  
Go thou and ply thy labour,  
and I will work with thee:  
God Lord send a merry new year.   

I will not be idle,  
but I will Card and Spin:  
I will save together  
that thou bringest in:  
No man for debt is hanged,  
then pass thou not a pin:  
And God send a merry new year.   H. 

Dear Wife, thy gentle speeches  
revive me at the heart,  
To see thee take my poverty  
in such a gentle part:  
If God do ever raise me,  
thou shalt h●ve thy desert:  
And God send a merry new year.   W. 

Poverty (sweet Husband)  
oft time hath been blamed:  
But poverty with honesty  
never yet was shamed:  
The rich man discontented,  
may be a poor man called:  
But God send a merry new year.   

What thou want'st in riches,  
I will supply in love,  
Thou shalt be my honey,  
and I thy Turtle Dove:  
Thou art my beloved,  
no sorrow shall remove:  
And God send a merry new year.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed for F. Coules, dwelling in the Old-bailey.