 | To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes |  |
A Shifters Bolt shot.
Trickes, Shifts deuices, worker by his wits,Compos'd of knauish humor, Roguish fitts,
Brings a commoditie in secret sort,
Vnto a Tapster, making this report:
I haue a rowle of good Tabacco heere,
Which is exceeding good, and cost me deere:
Vpon the same I do entreat to borrow
Fiue shillings, which I will repay to morroow.
This was at night, the Tapsters hast being great,
To ply his knocking guests, it made him sweat,
So that with speed, crying I come, I come,
He quickly tooke the pawne, and lent the some.
Next morning, early at his better leasure,
He would go try the goodnesse for his pleasure:
But to his comfort and his further hope,
His rowle was nothing but a rowl'd vp Rope.
Oh had you seene the dolefull Tapster stand!
With that same sore temptation in his hand,
You would haue sworne hanging was all his care,
Till guests came in, and drancke him from dispaire.
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