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A FOOL'S BOLT IS SOON SHOT
Or by the Foe be made a Slaue,
with all that he hath got, Whose Limbes in peeces are all torne,
at htm I make a shot,
16 Those that their Parents doe reiect,
and makes of them a scorne, Who wishes then with griefe and woe
they neuer had been borne; For portion they may Twelue-pence haue
beside a heauy lot, For disobedience ordaind,
at them I make a shot.
17 The Parents which their Child brings vp
to haue their owne free will, The wise and antient Salomon
doth say they them will spill: And when correction comes too late,
they wish they'd nere been got: But for their folly which is past,
at them I make a shot.
18 They that continue still in sinne,
and thinke they nere shall dye, Deferring off repentance1 still,
and Hues in iollitie, Death quickly comes and ceases them,
and then it is their lot In hells hot flame for to remaine,
at them I make a shot.
19 And so farewell my Masters all,
God send 's a merry meeting; Pray be not angry with the Foole that thus to you sends greeting:
1 Text has the p upside down.
R.P.G. 32 1 X |
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