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2 You see how the world to vices inclines, Which if you doe follow, my soule thus diuines, That you'l want the mony which you waste in wines: Men being drunkards, are worse than base swines.
/ tell you Iohn Iarret, &c.
3 They say, at the Talbot you runne on the score, Beside, at S. Katherines you keepe a braue whore,1 Where you on a night spent an Angell and more: If you vse such dealings, twill make you full poore.
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4 I heare y' haue a wench, they call her Blacke Kate, Whose dwelling, they say, is neere to Billingsgate, Besides, how you gaue her a new gowne of late: If you vpon harlots doe thus waste your state,1
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5 Besides, at S. Toolies, another mans wife, They say that (John Iarret) you loue as your life. Twixt her and her husband you daily breed strife, Consuming your meanes, if you lead still this life,
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6 I heare say at Wapping that you keepe another, And when you goe there, you say tis to your brother But you maintaine her, with the old bawd her mother.2 Such scuruy dealings I by no meanes can smother:
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7 You rise in the morning before breake of day, And vnto the Alehouse you straight take your way, Where you in base manner at shuffle-boord play, Untill you haue wasted your money away.
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1 Text has a period. 2 No period in the text.
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