The silver Age, or, The World turned backward. To a pleasant new Court tune.  

 
MY Lady Pecunia  
is a fair creature,  
All clothed in silver,  
according to nature:  
She flieth most freely,  
none doth await her,  
To wash off her pinions  
by counterfeit water.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a changing age.   

The Lord and the Lady,  
the Beggar the Knight,  
For Lady Pecunia  
cares not a Doi●:  
Redeemed from prison,  
she taketh delight,  
To go to the Prodigal  
spender aright.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a wasting age.   

Our lusty brave gallants  
now walks among clowns  
With their full pockets  
well stored with crowns,  
To give to poor people  
the rents of their grounds,  
Where alms of brass forthings  
are changed to pounds.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a bountiful age.   

The Merchant refuseth  
is gain by adventure,  
The Citizen leaveth  
to lend by Indenture.  
Young gallants grow careless  
their titles to enter,  
But put their whole livings  
to'th stretch of the tenter.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a liberal age.   

Rich miser's have turned  
their gold to good cheer,  
And bids the poor beggar  
most kindly draw nears:  
And with the fat gluttons,  
they spend away shear,  
What greediness gained  
by fraud in ten years.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a spending age.   

He that hath riches  
locked up in his chest▪  
With too man● crosses  
himself he hath breast.  
To raise up the devil,  
His mind to molest,  
But conjured by conscience,  
in quiet doth r●st.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a mending age.   

Young women grow weary  
of walking the street,  
They scarce in a Tavern,  
will set in their feet,  
Their husbands they fear not,  
with whom they do meet,  
And like to good Angels  
they never do fleet,  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a virtuous age.   

The bawd and the pander  
are turned to grace,  
And for a full pocket  
they hold it but base.  
A wench that is painted,  
comes not into place,  
For fear lest the beadle  
her shoulders uncase.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this an honest age.   

The Tapster still living  
by foam and by froth,  
The ●●oc●er that eateth  
most like to the moth,  
Are no● turned honest  
and virtuous both:  
One penny ill gotten  
to take they are loath  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is an honest age.    

The second part. To the same tune.  

 
CArmen and Porters  
are now no more dogged,  
Nor the old watermen  
rough and so hogged,  
The Thames lately frozen,  
with w●nt have them clogged  
Now money comes trolling,  
for which they have jogged.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a bettered age.   

Bailiffs and Sergeants  
all pitiful be,  
And to the poor debtors  
lends money most free.  
And wait in the Tavern,  
until they agree,  
Not taking one penny  
in lieu of their fee.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a favourable age.   

The honest true Ostler  
repenting his sins,  
Now careth for money,  
no more then for pine,  
The size of his provender  
justly begins,  
As bring Lady conscience  
●o ●ll ou● good Inns.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a m●nding age.   

Old fraud and false ●eal●ng  
〈◊〉 changed their ●●tty,  
At Alderman's houses  
for Porter stands pity:  
With gentle charity,  
smiling most pretty,  
To give to poor people,  
the love of the City.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a merciful age.   

The wise and the husband,  
unquiet before:  
To win the old breeches,  
will quarrel no more:  
For fear of the Beggar  
that stands at the door.  
For quiet true concord,  
brings plentiful store.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a friendly age.   

Now Lady Pecunia,  
grows out of regard,  
and turned from the Chamber,  
into the cold yard:  
And from all true good men,  
she well may be spared,  
When such an age changed,  
yet never was heard.  
Oh this is a silver age,  
Oh this is a wondering age.   
FINIS.   

Printed at London by G. E.