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KNAVERY IN ALL TRADES |
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A man I may rightly say,
may be mad to note these times, Since Vertue doth decay,
and Vice to preferment climes: Now couetousnesse and pride,
is ore the Land bespread, All charities laid aside,
and conscience is quite dead: The Master abuseth his Maid,
which makes the Mistris sad, Thus honesty is decaf d,
here's an age would make a man mad.
Some men that haue wiues at home,
both beautifull, vertuous, and chaste, Abroad amongst whores doe rome,
and with them their meanes they wast: While the wife at home doth stay,
the husband in Tauernes doth roare. She thinkes he is busie all the day,
indeed so he is with his whore: In briefe no more need be said,
all things doe appeare too bad, For honesty is decay d,
here's an age would make a man mad.
M.P.
London, Printed for F. Groue. |
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