An excellent new Medley. To to tune of the Spanish Pavin. When Philomela begins to sing, the grass grows green & flowers spring, Me thinks it is a pleasant thing, to walk on Primrose hill, Maids have you any Connie-skins To sell for Laces or great Pins The Pope will pardon venial sins: Saint Peter, Fresh fish and news grew quickly stale: Some say good wine can ne'er want sale, But God send poor folk's Beer & Ale, enough until they die Most people now are full of pride. The Boy said no but yet be lied: His Aunt did to the Cuckstoole ride for scolding. Within our Town fair Susan dwells: Sure Meg is poisoned, for the swells, My friend pull oft your bazzards bells, and let the haggard 〈◊〉. Take heed you play not at Tray-trip. Short heels forsooth will quickly slip. The beadle makes folk with his whip, dance naked. Come rapster tell us what's to pay, jane frowned and cried good Sir away. She took his kindness. yet said nay, as Maidens use to do, The man shall have his Mare again, When all false knaves prove honest men. Our Sisly shall be Sainted then, true Roger. The Butcher with his masty Dog At Rumford you may buy a Hog, I faith Ralph Goose hath got a clog, his wench is great with child. In Pillory put the Baker's head, For making of such little bread, Good conscience now a days is dead, Pierce ploughman. The Cutpurse and his Company thieves find receivers presently: eat Brokers, Bawds, and Usury, for fear of after-claps. Lord, what a wicked world is this The stone lets Kate she cannot piss: Come hither sweet and take a kiss in kindness In Bath a wanton wife did dwell, She had two buckers to a well, Would not a dog for anger swell, to see a pudding creep: The Horseleech is become a Smith, When haiters fail then cake a With: They say an old man hath no pith, Round Robin. Simon doth suck up all the Eggs, Frank never drinks without Nutmegs, And pretty Parnell shows her legs, as slender as my waste. When fair jerusalem did stand, The match is made give me thy hand, Malkin must have a Cambric hand blew starched. The Cuckoo sung hard by the door, Gyll brawled like a butter whore Cause her buckeheaded Husband swore the Miller was a knave. Good Poets leave of making plays Let players seek for Soldiers pays I do not like the drunken frays, in Smithfield. Now Roisters spurs do jingle brave, john Sexton played the errand kanue. To dig a Coarse out of the Grave. and steal the sheet away. The wand'ring Prince of stately Troy Green sleeves were wont to be my joy, He is a blind and paltry boy god Cupid, Come hither friend and give good ear, A leg of mutton stuffed is rare, Take heed you do not steal my Mare, it is so hot it burns. Behold the trial of true love, He took a screech-owl for a Dove: This man is like ere long to prove a Monster. 'tis merry when kind Maltmen meet: No Cowards fight but in the street, Me thinks this wench smells very sweet, of Musk, or somewhat else. There was a man did play at Maw, The whilst his wife made him a daw, Your Case is altered in the law, quoth ployden. The Weaver will no shuttle shoot, Go bid the Cobbler mend my boot He is a fool will go a foot and let his Horse stand still. Did john a Nokes and john a Styles, Many an honest man beguiles. But all the world is full of wiles and knavery. Of treason and of Traitor's spite The house is haunted with a spirit, Now Nan will rise about midnight, and walk to Richard's house. You Courtly states and gallants all, Climb not too high for fear you fall: If one please not another shall, King pipping. Diana and her Darlings dear, The Dutchmen ply the double Beer: Boys rings the bells & make good cheer when Kempe returns from Rome, O man what means thy heavy look Is Will not in his Mistress Book, Sir Roland for a refuge took Hornecastle Rich people have the world at will Trades fade, but Lawyers flourish still, jack would be married unto Gyll: but care will kill a Cat. Are you there Sirrah with your Bears, A Barber's shop with nitty hairs. Doll, Phillis hath lost both her ears, for cozening. Who list to lead a soldier's life: Tom would eat meat but wants a knife, The Tinker swore that Tib his wife, would play at uptails all Believe my word without an an Oath The Tailor stole some of her cloth: When George lay sick & loan made him broth with Hemlock. The Patron gelded the parsonage, And Esau sold his heritage, Now Leonard lack-wit is fool age, to be his Father's heir. there's many scratch before it itch, Saul did ask counsel of a Witch. Friend, ye may have a Bacon flitch at Dunmow. King David played on a Welsh Harp, This thread will never make good warp At wise men's words each fool will carp and shoot their witless bolts. jone like a Ram wore horns and wool. Knew you my Hostis of the Bull, Spure Curio once was made a gull in Shoreditch The blackamoors are blabber lipped, At yarmouth are the Herrings shipped, And at Bridewell the beggars whipped, a man may live and learn, Grief in my heart doth stop my tongue, The poor man still must put up wrong, Your way lies there then walk along, to Witham There lies a Lass that I love well, The Broker hath gay clothes to sell, Which from the Hangman's budget fell, are you no further yet? In Summer times when Pears be ripe, Who would give sixpence for a Tripe, Play Lad or else lend me thy Pipe and Taber. Saint Nicholas Clerks will take a purse, Young children now can swear and curse I hope ye like me ne'er the worse, for finding fault therewith. The servant is the Master's mate. When gossips meet, there's too much prate Poor Lazarus lies at Dives gate half starved, Make haste to Sea, and hoist up sails The hogs were served with milking pales From filthy sluts, and from all joayles, good Lord deliver us all. I scorn to ride a raw boned jade, Fetch me a Mattocke and a Spade, A Graves end Toast will soon be made, Saint Dennis. But for to finish up my Song, The Alewife did the brewer wrong, One day of sorrow seems as long as ten days do of mirth, My Medley now is at an end, Have you no Bowls or Trayes to mend 'tis hard to find so true a friend as Damon. FINIS. Printed by the Assigns of Thomas Symcocke.