'Tis Money makes a Man: 
 OR, The Good-Fellows Folly.  

Here in this Song Goodfellow thou mayst find,  
How Money makes a Man, if thou'rt not blind?  
Therefore return e'er that it be too late,  
And done't on Strumpets spend thy whole estate,  
For when all is gone, no better thou wilt be:  
But Laughed to scorn in all thy poverty.   
To a pleasant new Tune: Bonny black Bess: Or, Digby.  By J. Wade. 
 

OO what a madness 'tis to borrow or lend,  
Or for strong Liquor thy Money to spend;  
For when that is wanting thy courage to cool,  
Thou most sta●d Cap in hand to every fool:  
but if thy pocket's can sing & they will take thy word  
Oh then thou art company for Knight or yet Lord:  
Then make much of a Penny as near as you can,  
For if that be wanting thou'rt counted no man.   

Then listen a while and i'll tell you in brief,  
The most of my sorrow, my care, and my grief;  
I had an estate I'll make it appear,  
Besides all my stock, was worth fifty a year:  
But so soon as I to drinking then fell,  
My Land I then Mortgaged, my Cattle did sell;  
No sooner the money I for them had took,  
But it went to the Alehouse i'll swear on a book.   

Thus in a short time my money did waste,  
And I found myself not a pin better at last;  
Whilst other Tradesmen were working full hard,  
I f●om an Alehouse could not be debarred:  
There would I sit tippling day after day,  
And my Wife she unto me full often would say,  
Make much of a Penny as near as you can,  
For if that be wanting thou'lt be counted no man.   

But the words that she spoke i'd regard not a straw  
But would kick her, & beat her, & keep her in awe;  
My children at home might eat the bare wall,  
Whilst I in an Alehouse for strong liquor did call:  
And my Host forsooth must needs sit on my knee  
though my wife she hath twice more beauty than she  
Yet that would not please my lecherous mind,  
Because for my Money my Hostis was kind.   

But in the conclusion here comes all my care,  
My back it grew thin, and my pockets grew bare;  
Then I told my Host my pitiful tale,  
In hopes that my sorrows she would be wail:  
But she turned up her nose, and she looked a squoy,  
You might have been wiser she strait did reply;  
This was all the comfort that I got from she,  
That always pretended my friend for to be.   
 
 
 

THerefore all youngmen that loves the Alebench  
Some counsel i'll give them before they go hence;  
If thou sittest day and night, & drinkest never so fast  
Yet thou'lt find thy own home is the best at last;  
It is but for your money they wait you upon,  
And when that is wanting you're lightly looked on;  
If she sees but twopences you run on the score,  
She'll swear by her troth she will trust you no more   

●hen have a care youngmen, be ruled in time,  
Lest drink overcome thee, in old days you pine;  
For you see Good-fellows how threadbare they go  
And what good-husbandry brings a man to;  
For some lives most bravely though means they have small,  
And some that has hundreds do quickly spend all;  
Then make much of a penny as near as you can,  
For if that be wanting thou'rt counted no man.   

'Tis money you see makes a Lord, or yet Earl,  
'Tis money you see that sets out a young Girl;  
Likewise 'tis money makes the Lawyer to prate,  
& 'tis money doth make the man love his wife Kate  
And 'tis money breeds love where never was none,  
Although she be old, yet money makes her young:  
A Knight or a Beggar, whatever they be  
If they have but money they're welcome to me.   

Thus money you see, and do well understand,  
If a poor man can but get it, he buys house and land  
But it must not be those that works hard all day,  
And at night in an Alehouse doth throw it away.  
Nay, that will not serve, but twice as much more,  
If his word it will pass, he runs on the score;  
Then all the week after, though then he don't ●eed  
He wanteth breadcorn his poor children to feed,   

Therefore he advised boon Companions all,  
For you see the worlds so they laugh at a man's fall  
With speed your old haunts pray begin for to shun,  
Take warning by others the which are undone:  
You'll say a good fellow it is a brave name,  
But many a man doth pay dear for the same:  
The which hath all spent, now in Goal he doth lie,  
And none will relieve him in his poverty.   

But some men have got such a spark in their throat  
That I would not be him that should quenched for a groat;  
All the fair words his wife can him give,  
Yet he'll not be ruled though poor he doth live:  
Hang money he c●ys, till all ●●'t is gone;  
As for house ●nd Land I mean to buy none;  
I must see my Hostis to go neat and fine,  
Although that my family doth starve and pine.   

And thus have I told you the conditions of some,  
That all long of strong liquor will never keep home  
His stock it decays, although his wife cries,  
And in the conclusion a beggar he dies:  
but a good husband's means you see doth increase  
He maintains his household in joy and in peace;  
Then make much of a penny as near as you can,  
For if that be wanting, thou'lt be counted no man   
FINIS.   

With Allowance,  
Ro. L'Estrange.   

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.