A PEPYSIAN GARLAND - online book

Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

	A FOOL'S BOLT IS SOON SHOT 7   'THe Miser that gets wealth great store, and wretchedly doth Hue, In 's life is like to starue himselfe, at 's death he all doth giue Unto some Prodigall, or Foole, that spends all he hath got, With griping vsury and paine, at him I make a shot. 8   He that doth early rise each morne, and worketh hard all day, When he comes home can not come in, his Wife is gone to play; And lets her to drinke and spend all the moneys which he got, Shall weare my Coxcombe and my Bell, and at him heers a shot. 9   An Old-man for to dote in age vpon a Wench thats young, Who hath a nimble wit and eye, with them a pleasing tongue, Acteons plume I greatly feare will fall vnto his lot, That stoutely in his crest he'le beare, at him I make a shot. i o A Widow that is richly left, that will be Ladifide, And to some Gull or Roaring-boy she must be made a Bride, His Cloathes at Broakers he hath hir'd himselfe not worth a groat, That basts her hide and spends her meanes at her I make a shot.
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