An excellent new Medley,  
Which you may admire at (without offence)  
For every line speaks a contrary senses  
To the tune of, Tarlton's Medley.  
 
 

IN Summer time when solkes make Hay,  
All is not true which people say,  
The fool's the wisest in the play,  
tush take away your band:  
The Fiddler's boy hath broke his Base,  
Sirs is not this a piteous case,  
Most gallants loath to smell the Mace  
of Woodstréet.   

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 thrive by others fall,  
The weakest always goes toth' wall,  
The Shoemaker commandeth all  
at's pleasure.   

The Weaver prays for Huswives store,  
A pretty woman was jane Shore.  
Kick the base Rascals out o'th' door:  
peace, peace, you bawling Curs.  
A Cuckold's band wears out behind,  
'tis easy to beguile the blind,  
All people are not of one mind,  
hold Carmen.   

Our women cut their hair like men,  
The Cocke's ore-mastred by the Hen  
There's hardly one goodfriend in ten,  
turn there on your right hand:  
But few regard the cries o'th' poor,  
Will spendeth all upon a whore,  
The Soldier longeth to go over,  
brave knocking.   

When the fifth Henry sailed to France,  
Let me alone for a Country dance,  
Nell doth bewail her luckless chance,  
f●e on false hearted men:  
Dick Tarleton was a merry wag,  
Hark how that prating ass doth brag,  
john Dory sold his ambling Nag,  
for Kicke-shawes.   

The Sailor counts the Ship his house,  
I'll say no more but dun's the Mouse,  
He is no man that scorns a Louse,  
vain pride undoes the Land:  
Hard hearted men make 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 basemen that beat their wives.  
He needs must go that 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.  
 

THy friend such lewdness soon will check,  
And tell thee thou art like to lack,  
Hée'l bid thee always have a care  
Of that which thou dost little fear,  
And that is, poverty will grow,  
Which thy true friend would not have so.   

The false and feigned Flatterer  
Will seek to trap thee in his snare,  
His words most sweet shall still appear  
To get thy money, wine and beer:  
These are certain signs to know  
A faithful friend from a flattering foe.   

If that thy friend be true indeed,  
Hée'l not forsake thee in thy need,  
Hée'l take thy part in weal and woe,  
Thy flattering friend will not do so:  
These are certain signs to know  
A faithful, etc.   

Now some perchance may this object,  
And say they are of the true Sect,  
But such I'll never trust till I  
Their inward thoughts do prove and try,  
Then I certain am to know  
A faithful, etc.   

If that you want, then needs of force,  
For your relief you'll take some course,  
Need stands behind and bids you go,  
The kindness of men's hearts to know,  
And where once you have tried it so,  
You'll know your friend, etc.   

Thy friend will wondrous sorry be  
To see thee fall to misery,  
And to his power he'll give relief  
To ease thy dolour, woe and grief:  
These are certain signs to know  
A faithful, etc.   

Your fair tongued fawning hypocrite  
Will say that you were void of wit,  
To spend your means so foolishly,  
And lack so long before you die.  
These are certain signs to know  
A faithful, etc.   

Then this advice take then of me,  
Before need comes go thou and see,  
Try whilst thou hast of thive own,  
And see where favour may be shown:  
Then thou soon shalt find and know  
A faithful, etc.   

And look where thou didst favour find,  
There be not wavering like the wind,  
If that thy friend prove just and true,  
Then do not change him for a new:  
Thus to all men I do show  
The difference twixt a friend and foe.   

For my part I may plainly say,  
That friends are apt for to decay,  
In wealth a man shall have great store,  
But very few if once grown poor:  
This I write for men to know  
A faithful, etc.   

When I had means than I had friends,  
But now I want, their friendship ends,  
Now but few will take my part,  
Nor help release me of my smart:  
This I have writ for men to know  
A faithful, etc.   

Thus to conclude and end my Song,  
Let me advise both old and young,  
If thou do wish for many friends,  
Then have a care and get some means:  
Then you need not care to know  
A faithful friend from a flattering foe.    
C. R.  
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for Richard Harper in Smithfield.