The MISER; written by the Author of The Old Man's Wish, and set to Music by Mr. Michael Wise.  
WHat ails the old Fool? Why dost thou not drink, and eat of the WHat ails the old Fool? Why dost thou not drink, and eat of the best, and well— come thy Friend, at this time of day so near to thine end? Why best, and well— come thy Friend, at this time of day so near to thine end? Why dost thou not make the best use of thy Chink? Let that Bag of Guinneys be dost thou not make the best use of thy Chink? Let that Bag of sent to the Poor, to thy Niece of Fifteen give two or three more, to buy her a Guinneys be sent to the Poor, to thy Niece of Fif— teen give two or three more, to Husband, a Husband, for fear she turn Whore. For when once the Phy- buy her a Husband for fear she turn Whore. For when once the Phy— si— cian has si— cian has gi'— ven thee o'er, thy Heir will come lea—ping in at the Door. And gi'— ven thee o'er, thy Heir will come leaping, come lea—ping in at the Door. And ri— i'll thy Coffers, and gree-di-ly seize on thy Bills and thy Bonds, on thy Bags and thy Keys. And ri— i'll thy Coffers, and gree-di-ly seize on thy Bills and thy Bonds, on thy Bags and thy Keys. think that he rich— lie deserves all thy Gold, if he lau— gh not out- And think that he rich— lie deserves all thy Gold, if he lau— gh not out- right before thou art cold. And the Youth that appeared so demure, so demure, and so right before thou art cold. And the Youth that appeared so demure, so demure, and so ci— vil, what thou go'st to Hell for, what thou go'st to Hell for, he'll spend at the Devil. ci— vil, what thou go'st to Hell for, what thou go'st to Hell for, he'll spend at the Devil.   

Printed by I. P. for Charles Brome, at the Gun at the West-end of S. Paul's Church, 1685.