Ill-gotten Goods seldom thrive. Or, The English antic.  
For Dick, that was a Miller by his Trade,  
Did think to be a swaggering roaring Blade,  
He bought brave Clothes, and powdered all his hair,  
But served in's kind for meddling with light ware.  
The tune is, was ever Young-man crost.  

 depiction of the meeting of young man and woman  

A lusty country Lad,  
that lately came to town,  
His pockets were so clad,  
with many a Silver crown:  
A Miller by his Trade,  
his dwelling is at Bow,  
A place of much resort,  
as sundry people know:  

But Dick the Millers son,  
that powdered all his hair.  
Alas, he is undone,  
by meddling with light ware.    

He bought a Perry-wig,  
a gallant svit of Clothes,  
Which was bestre w'd with Musk,  
more sweeter then a Rose:  
A cambric Bend and cuff,  
his Halfe-shirt out before,  
His breeches had of Ribbons  
at least a dozen score:  

But Dick, &c.    

A Beaver, and a Feather  
the crown did over-top,  
With Ribbons round about,  
like a Haberdashers-shop:  
He bought a pair of Boots,  
with huge and mighty Toes,  
The size was twenty four,  
which péept up to his nose:  

But Dick, &c,    

A Rapier by his side,  
against his Spurs did clap,  
At last he met a Lasse,  
that proved a cunning snap:  
His cloak about his middle,  
most brave he wore the same,  
And walking in Moore-fields,  
he met a Venus Dame:  

But Dick, &c.    

She rusled in her silk,  
as she by him did pass,  
And after as I heard  
she served him like an ass:  
Good morrow sir, quoth she,  
which made young Dick amza'd,  
To see her painted face,  
his spirits soon were raised:  

But Dick, &c.    

Faire Mistris then, said Dick,  
let's to the tavern go,  
Yet like a Maiden chased,  
at first she auswere● no:  
But Dick oppressed with lust,  
his spirits did so rise,  
That he did her request,  
and she no more denies:  

But Dick the Millers son,  
that powdered all his hair,  
Alack, he is undone,  
by meddling with light ware.     

 depiction of the playing of young man and woman  

IMagine how their time  
in merriment was spent,  
With kisses sweet and fine,  
which Richard did content:  
And with her apron strings  
young Dick began to play,  
Yet the with modest looks  
cried, pish, nay fie, away:  

But Dick the Millers son,  
that powdered all his hair,  
Alas, he is undone,  
by meddling with light ware.    

So smoking of his Nose,  
and drinking store of Sack,  
Thinking to have his will,  
but his wits began to crack:  
So civilly to bed  
this loving couple goes,  
She left him fast asleep,  
and stolen away his Clothes.  

But Dick &c.    

The Vintner he came up,  
his Reckoning for to have,  
But Dick not well awaked,  
did call him saucy Knave:  
But turning round about,  
and could no Clothes spy,  
Then Richard soon was forced  
Peccavi for to cry.  

But Dick &c.    

The Vintner much in rage,  
did strike him ore the face,  
That Richard at that time  
was in a stinking case;  
And with his leg and feet  
he kicked him out of door,  
And bid him like a Rogue  
go to his pocky whore.  

Thus Dick &c.    

Thus naked home he went  
unto his Fathers Mill,  
Where he was entertained,  
and doth continue still:  
When Richard took his toll,  
he three times more did take,  
To buy him other Clothes,  
which she sold for his sake.  

Thus Dick &c.    

All gotten goods nere thrive,  
take heed you pilferers all,  
Lest you like strutting Dick  
to such mischances fail:  
Then young men have a care  
of painted curled Locks,  
For such, though faire above,  
below may have the Pox.  

But Dick the Millers son,  
that powdered all his hair,  
Alas, he is undone,  
by meddling with light ware.      

London, Printed for W. Gilbertson.