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(5) When long you have liv'd like a rakiſh beau,

Decripp'd and aged at length you will grow,

Then an old furnicator thou't worſe than a traitor,

Whilſt married men are honour'd wherever they go.

The charges of houſe-keeping you take it full ill,

The midwife the nurſe, and the cradles fill,

With other expences diſtracting your ſenſes,

But don't tell the charges of a doctor's bill.

When you like a languiſhing bully do lie,

For ſaving your life you're obliged to buy,

Both plaiſters and bliſters, freſh cordials and glyſters,

Oh I then your ſilver and gold muſt fly.

I'm ſure that proviſions are not ſo dear,

As phyſick, the doctors, and ſurgeon's fine geer,

For by their purgations and ſuch applications,

More's ſpent in a month than would ſerve a whole year.

Then leave of your Nancy, Kate, Joan and Nell,

If ever in credit you mean for to dwell,

Be older and wiſer no ſpendthrift or miſer,

But gen'rous and honeſt, and ſo farewel.

LET'S GO A-MAYING. My daddy was gone to the market two miles,

My mammy was gone to the Miller the while,

In came my dear Johny, and this was his ſaying,

Throw by your wheel Betſy, and let's go a-Maying.

I anſwer'd him no, 'twas a folly to ask,

My mammy at ſpinning had ſet me a task.

Said he cut the teher, and ſet the cow ſtraying,

I'll tie her up ſafely, while we go a-Maying.

His method I took how could I forbear,

I lov'd him too well, to think he'd ſwear,

He preſs'd my lips gently, the fool fell to playing,

The time ran fo ſweetly, we did not go a-Maying