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A FOOL'S BOLT IS SOON SHOT
11 A Mayden that is faire, and rich,
and young, yet is so proud, That fauour vnto honest men
by no meanes can be low'd; And thus she spends her chiefest prime,
refusing her good lot, In youth doth scorne in age is scornd,
at her I make a shot.
11 But she that wanton is and fond,
that fast and loose will play, When that her reconings are cast vp,
must for it soundly pay, And may the Father chance to seeke
of that which she hath got, Besides her standing in a sheete,
at her I make a shot.
13 Who spends his time in youth away,
to be a Seruing-man, Doth1 seldome grow for to be rich,
doe he the best he can; And then when age doth come, God knows
this Man hath nothing got, But is turnd out amongst the dogges,
at him I make a shot.
14 He that doth sell his Lands away,
an Office for to buy, May keepe a quarter for a time,
but will a begger dye; For he hath sold his Lambes good man,
and younger Sheepe hath got, Although he thinke himselfe so wise,
at him I make a shot.
15 He that will goe vnto the Sea,
and may Hue well on shore, Although he venture life and goods, may hap to come home poore, 1 Text Dotd. |
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