An excellent Medley, Which you may admire at (without offence) For every line speaks a contrary fence. The Tune is, Tarlton's Medley. IN Summer time when folks make Hay, All is not true that people say, The Fool's the wisest in the Play, tush take away your hand. The Fiddler's boy hath broke his Base, Sirs is it not a piteous case, Most gallants loath to smell the Mace, of Woodstreet. The City follows courtly pride, jone swears she cannot john abide, Dick wears a Dagger by his side, come tell us what's to pay. The Lawyers thrives by others fall, The weakest always goes to th'wall, The Shoemaker commandeth all at's pleasure. The Weaver prays for Huswives store, A pretty woman was jane Shore, Kick the base Rascal out o'th' door, peace, peace, you brawling curs. A Couckolds' band wears out behind, 'Tis easy to beguiled the blind, All people are not of one mind, hold Carman. Our women cut their hair like men, The Cock's ore-mastred by the Hen. There's hardly one good friend in ten, turn there on the right hand: But few regard the cries o'th' poor, Will spendeth all upon a whore, The Soldier longeth to go o'er, brave knocking. What shall we do in these sad days? Will not the wicked mend their ways, Some lose their lives in drunken frays, the pudding burns to th'pot: The Cooper says the Tub's bepist, The Cobbler preaches what he list, Their knavery now is manifest, hold halter. When the fifth Henry sailed to France, Let me alone for a Country dance, Nell doth bewail her luckless chance, fie on false hearted men: Dick Tarleton was a merry wag, Hark how that prating Ass doth brag. john Dorv sold his ambling Nag, for Kickshaws. The Sailor counts the Ship his house, I'll say no more but Duns the Mouse, He is no man that scorns a Louse, vain pride undoes the Land: Hardhearted men makes Corn so dear, Few Frenchmen love well English Beer I hope ere long good news to hear, hay Lustick, Now Hides are cheap, the Tanner thrives, Hang those base knaves that beat their wives He needs must go whom the Devil drives, God bless us from a Gun: The Beadles make the lame to run, Vaunt not before the battle's won, A Cloud sometimes may hide the sun, chance medley. The second part, To the same Tune. THe Surgeon thrives by fencing schools, Some for strong liquor pawn their tools, For one wise man there's twenty fools, oh when shall we be married? In time of youth when I was wild, Who toucheth pitch shall be defiled, Moll is afraid that she's with child, peace Peter. The poor still hopes for better days, I do not love these long delays, All love and charity decays, in the days of old: I'm very loath to pawn my cloak, Mere poverty doth me provoke, They say a scald head is soon broke, poor trading. Hark, mother hark, there's news in town, What tell you me of half a Crown, Now the Excise is going down, thou pratest like an Ass: I scorn the coin give me the man, Pray pledge the health Sir, I began, I love King Charles say what you can, God save him. The Dutchmen thrive by Sea and Land, Women are Ships and must be maned, Let's bravely to our colours stand, Courage my hearts of Gold: I read in modern Histories, The King of sweden victories, At Islington there's Pudding Pies, hot Custards. The Tapster is undone by Chalk, Tush 'tis in vain to prate and talk, The Parrot prattles, walk knaves, walk Duke Humpher● lies in Paul's: The soldiers hath but small regard; There's wéekly news in Pauls-Church Yard, The poor man cries the world grows hard, cold winter. Heigh for New-England, hoist up sail, The truth is strong and will prevail, Fill me a cup of nappy Ale, hang care, the King's a coming, This Egg hath long a hatching been, When you have done then we'll begin, Oh what an age do we live in. hang pinching. From Long-lane cloth, & Turnstile boots, O fie upon these scabbed Cootes, The cheapest meat is Reddish roots, come, all for a penny: Light my Tobacco quickly here, There lies a pretty woman near, This Boy will come to naught I fear, proud Coxcomb. The world is full of odious sins, 'Tis ten to one but this Horse wins, Fools set stools to break wise men's shins, This man's more knave than fool, jane oft in private meets with Tom, Husband thou art kindly welcome home, Hast any money? lend me some, I'm broken. In ancient times all things were cheap, 'Tis good to look before you leap, When Corn is ripe, 'tis time to reap, once walking by the way. A jealous man the Cuckoo loathes, The Gallant compliments with Oaths, A wench will make you sell your clothes, run Broker. The Courtiers and the Country man, Let's live as honest as we can, When Arthur first in Court began, his men wore hanging sléeves. In May when Grass and Flowers green, The strangest sight that ere was seen, God send our graciou Kings and Queen to London. FINIS. Printed at London for F. Grove.