THE High prized Pinbox.  
This Damsel she doth set great store  
by her Pinbox brisk and rare,  
But every ordinary Whore  
hath got such kind of ware.  
Tune of, Let every man with Cap in's hand, etc.  
 
 

I Have a gallant Pinbox  
the like you ne'er did see,  
It is where never was the Pox,  
something above my knee:  
O 'tis a gallant Pinbox,  
you never saw the peer;  

Then I'll not leave my Pinbox  
for Fifty pound a year.    

My Pinbox is the Portion  
my mother left with me;  
Which gains me much promotion,  
and great tranquillity:  
It doth maintain me bravely,  
although all things are dear;  

Then i'll not &c.    

My Pinbox is a treasure  
which many men delights:  
For therewith I can pleasure  
both Earls, Lords, and Knights;  
If they shall use my Pinbox  
they will not think it dear,  
Although that it doth cost them  
an hundred pound a year.   

The Parson and the Vicar  
though they are Holy men,  
Yet no man shall be quicker  
to use my Pinbox, when  
They think no man doth know it;  
for that is all their fear:  

Then i'll not &c.    

The cogging cheating Liar  
that doth all men abuse,  
Will speak me very fair  
my Pinbox for to use;  
Yea, and will be as liberal  
as any that come there:  

Then i'll not leave my Pinbox  
for an hundred pound a year    

The Usurer that grindeth  
to get Use upon Use,  
Often a time he findeth  
to come to play with Puss;  
Yea, and will give me something,  
saying take this my dear:  

Then etc.    

The grievous hard Curmugeon  
that lives upon brown bread,  
Unto me will be trudging,  
if that he be not sped;  
Yea, and will give me something,  
though little he will spare:  

Then etc.    

The Chirurgeon and the Doctor,  
that doth both cure and kill,  
The chancellor and Proctor,  
and the Paritor will  
Bestow large gifts upon me,  
if that they shall come there:  

Then etc.    

The Grocer and the Draper  
that liveth on their Tcades,  
Will leap and skip and caper  
and think themselves brave blades,  
And for to use my Pinbox,  
they will give me some Ware:  

Then etc.    

The Dairy-men and Farmers  
that liveth on their Stocks,  
Who love to fill their garners,  
and to increase their flocks;  
For the use of my Pinbox,  
the best of it will spare:  

Then etc.    

The Clothier, and the Dyer,  
and Tucker dressed with flocks,  
Doth very oft desire  
for to use my Pinbox;  
And though they hard doth labour,  
yet something they will spare,  

Then etc.    

The Wool-comber that labours  
for's living with his Combs,  
Will sell them, and the Weavers  
will do away their Looms,  
And all to use my Pinbox,  
because it is so rare,  

Then etc.    

The Butcher that is killing,  
sometimes of Cow and Calf,  
Is very often willing  
to give me more than half  
For the use of my Pinbox,  
and will not think it dear:  

Then &c▪    

The man that lives by's labour,  
those piteous ragged sots,  
Will think it a great favour  
for to use my Pinbox;  
And though he gets but little  
yet something he will spare,  

Then etc.    

And to be short there's no man,  
let him be high or low,  
That did come of a woman  
but will some Coin bestow  
For the use of my Pinbox,  
because it is so rare:  

Then etc.    

But to conclude my Ditty,  
and my most harmless Song  
If any in the City  
or the Country doth long  
For the use of my Pinbox,  
and will some money spare,  

Then they shall use my Pinbox  
as long as they can stare.