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THE CHEATING AGE |
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16 I gaue my consent, and with them did play, From wine for dry money, till next breake of day, Where vext at my losses, I set at one cast,
Full forty good pounds to be rid of my last. For this is the cheating age, &c.
17 My money being set, the cast straight was throwne, And he like the diuell cride, All is mine owne:
So euery penny he from me did get, And bad me to Lincolne goe backe by my wit. For this is the cheating age, &c.
18 They hauing my money, did all steale away, And left me with nothing, fiue pound for to pay: But my cloake lin'd with veluet, & my rapier guilt gay, Did make cleane the score, and all charges defray,
For this is the cheating age, &c.
19 A Pox of all Cheaters, and grim roaring Boyes: All rooking base Pandars and nitty Decoyes: And all that make practise to thriue by such fits, The three cornerd night-cap once cocker their wits.
For this is the cheating age, &c.
20 Now Leonard of Lincolne with griefe bids adiew: My iourney to London long time I shall rue:
I ne're in my life met with villaines so vilde, To send a man home like the Prodigall Childe.
For this is the cheating age,
For this is the cheating age.
By William Cooke.
Printed at London by E.J. for Iohn Wright. |
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