The Royoters' Ruin, In a Dialogue betwixt a Spendthrift and a Whore. Or, a Rlation of a twopenny Bargain.  
Of a Spendthrift proffering two pence to a Whore  
Having spent all but that on her before.  
The Tune is, He that hath most Money is the best Man.  
 
 

A Lusty young Shaver, a vapouring Gallant,  
That vainly had spent, and consumed his estate,  
In Taverns and Alehouses wasting his talon  
Resolving, repentance did then come too late,  
Examining then of his Pocket, he found it  
Was very much empty, and he was grown poor,  
Quoth he now my Moners gone all to one twopences  
I'll make a clear end and spend that on a Whore.   

And as along in the streets he was walking  
He chanced with one of his Mobs for to meet,  
All in her silks and her bravery adorned  
With a Compliment he there his Mobsie did greet,  
Sweet heart if you will go with me to an Alehouse,  
And grant me thy pleasure now I am grown poor.  
I have but one twopences left, on thee I'll spend it,  
Quoth she then go look out your twopenny Whore.   

My dearest thou knoweth my former condition  
And how I have spent my estate upon thee  
And now for to slight me it breeds my contrition,  
And makes me with sorrow tormented to be.  
For I have but twopences left, and I will spend it,  
On thee, I protest my love I have no more,  
Quoth she you may serve for a Pimp to another  
For I will be none of your twopenny Whore.   
 

WHen formerly I in my silks was adorned  
And obout my neck wore, a fine flanders laced Band  
Upon my head was noles then a Beaver,  
What was there then I had not at command  
Remember that we two, at that time together,  
Took sweet recreation, before I was poor,  
Quoth she Sir at that time I was your companion,  
And what must I now be your twopenny Whore.   

My former acquaintance with nearest relations  
Because I before their advice would not take  
Do very much slight me, men of reputation  
My company shuns, and do me quite forsake,  
And bids me go seek for my bawdy companions  
Where I have consumed my estate all before,  
Qd. she I would have all your friends for to know it  
That I will be none of your twopenny Whore.   

Thou knowst that in company we two together  
Have caused five pounds to be spent at a Clap  
All out of my Pocket O how canst thou slight me,  
And then could so closely hug me in thy Lap.  
It was for my money and not for my person,  
That you did my company so much adore  
However I pray thee bestow me this two pence,  
Quoth she I will not be your two penny whore.   

How often with Oaths, and with great protestation  
Engaged you have to be faithful to me,  
In weal or in we I should ne'er be forsaken,  
And now all my Coyn's gone, I slighted must be  
But yet here●s a two pence left pray thee now take it  
And let us do once as we have done before.  
Quoth she I ne'er did for two pence and therefore  
Be packing and hunt out your two penny whore.   

Wen then my dear Love if you, I not be persuaded  
To take this my money because it is small,  
Let us do a little, a very, very little  
For former acquaintance and that shall be all.  
Quoth she, I do scorn for to break my old custom,  
Another man I have to wait on therefore  
I must bid a farewell both to you and your two pence  
For I scorn to be counted a two penny whore.   

Quoth she Sir before we depart I will tell you,  
I dare undertake, toproscribe you a way  
How you may be doing, then let's to an Alehouse  
But take notice before, Half a Crown is my pay  
Then give your two pence in earnest at present  
You shall have your request sir, although you be poor  
But this I must tell you before you begin it,  
I'll set seven Groats Sir upon your old score.   

And thus you may see the condition of wantoness  
And in what a wanton condition they are,  
Before they will leave of their lustful occasions  
If they cannot get money they trust out their ware,  
They'll keep a man company while his Coin lasteth  
And never forsake him until he be poor.  
And then much ado he shall have with his wanton,  
For one single jobbe to set on the score.   

You Gallant and others I wish you be careful,  
That have an Estate, lest you vainly 〈◊〉 waste  
And fly evil company, of them be fearful,  
Lest into Poverty you should be cast,  
And afterwards you be forced with submission  
To creep unto those where you spent all your store  
The best way I know of, for you to prevent i●,  
Is to keep your goods out of the hands of a Whore.    

Printed for T. Passenger at the three Bibles on the middle of London Bridge.