The Poetical Entertainer Or, Tales, Satyrs, Dialogues, And Intrigues, &c. Serious and Comical. All digested into such Verse as most agreeable to the several Subjects. To be publish'd as often as occasion shall offer [by Edward Ward] |
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The Wanton much concern'd to find
That she could be no longer kind
To her dear Thackum, now was forc'd,
In short, to let him know the worst,
Telling him, tho' she lov'd him dearly,
And would oblige him late or early,
She'd not a Peny left to give him,
Or any Present to relieve him,
Besides those Favours which he knew
He always should be welcome to.
That she could be no longer kind
To her dear Thackum, now was forc'd,
In short, to let him know the worst,
Telling him, tho' she lov'd him dearly,
And would oblige him late or early,
She'd not a Peny left to give him,
Or any Present to relieve him,
Besides those Favours which he knew
He always should be welcome to.
Marry, quoth Thackum, in a bluster,
Without the Pence no Pater-noster.
Adding, Large goings out, my dear,
You know, large comings in require;
Money buys Wine that makes as glad,
Without, no Pleasure's to be had.
For if you once withhold your Purse
My am'rous Courage flags in course.
Without the Pence no Pater-noster.
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You know, large comings in require;
Money buys Wine that makes as glad,
Without, no Pleasure's to be had.
For if you once withhold your Purse
My am'rous Courage flags in course.
After they had a while reflected
On their past Pleasures, much dejected
To think that Want should put an end
To Love, and sep'rate Friend from Friend,
Young Thackum and his dear departed,
In mutual Grief, half broken hearted;
The Dame lamenting for the loss
Of what she'd often hug'd so close.
The Spark, now left without Provision,
As much concern'd at his Condition,
Who was of all support bereft,
And to the greatest hardships left.
Thus pleasures gain'd by Usurpation,
Have soon a sorrowful Cessation,
And e'ery sweet bewitching Vice,
Leaves Stings proportion'd to their Joys.
On their past Pleasures, much dejected
To think that Want should put an end
To Love, and sep'rate Friend from Friend,
Young Thackum and his dear departed,
In mutual Grief, half broken hearted;
The Dame lamenting for the loss
Of what she'd often hug'd so close.
The Spark, now left without Provision,
As much concern'd at his Condition,
Who was of all support bereft,
And to the greatest hardships left.
Thus pleasures gain'd by Usurpation,
Have soon a sorrowful Cessation,
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Leaves Stings proportion'd to their Joys.
Thackum, who'd been of late so jolly,
Now felt the smart of all his Folly,
And bit so hard upon the Bridle,
That he could live no longer idle;
Therefore resolv'd, whate'er came on't,
By Robb'ry to relieve his Want.
Accordingly he rode abroad,
To try his Fortune on the Road,
Flushing himself in divers places,
With very notable Successes.
That now his Pockets b'ing replenish'd,
And his late fear of Starving vanish'd,
He soon renew'd his am'rous League,
And carry'd on his old intrigue,
Wanting no Money to support
Th'Expence of meeting with his Flirt,
That now they revell'd up and down
In this and 'tother Country-Town,
As oft as the Adult'rous Blowze
Could feign a Lye to cheat her Spouse:
But as such sweet delights at last,
Are always bitter to the tast,
Thackum, who'd gone a step too far,
And kill'd a noted Traveller,
As well as rob'd him, was pursu'd
By Clowns, and taken in a Wood,
Carr'd, Coram nobis, and committed
To Prison, where he lay unpity'd;
Till try'd, the next Assize, before
Judge Graybeard, and a dozen more,
And when convicted by his Betters,
Was sentenc'd to be hang'd in Fetters,
Which, on the next Fish-day, in presence
of Hundreds, was perform'd with decence,
Whilst many Gammars in the Crowd
Held up their Hands and cry'd aloud
'Twas pity such a clever smug
Well-looking Fellow, tho' a Rogue,
Should be tuck'd up, so like a Dog;
But all the sorrow that they shew'd,
Did dying Thackum little good,
For there, as soon as he had sung
His penetential Psalm, he swung,
And hung to scare the Crows away
From the Corn-Fields that round him lay,
And to deter the Country Gaffers
From ploughing with their Neighbours Heifers.
Thus wanton Women, we may see,
Bring foolish Men to Poverty,
And Poverty, for want of Grace,
Still prompts them to be further base.
Now felt the smart of all his Folly,
And bit so hard upon the Bridle,
That he could live no longer idle;
Therefore resolv'd, whate'er came on't,
By Robb'ry to relieve his Want.
Accordingly he rode abroad,
To try his Fortune on the Road,
Flushing himself in divers places,
With very notable Successes.
That now his Pockets b'ing replenish'd,
And his late fear of Starving vanish'd,
He soon renew'd his am'rous League,
And carry'd on his old intrigue,
Wanting no Money to support
Th'Expence of meeting with his Flirt,
That now they revell'd up and down
In this and 'tother Country-Town,
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Could feign a Lye to cheat her Spouse:
But as such sweet delights at last,
Are always bitter to the tast,
Thackum, who'd gone a step too far,
And kill'd a noted Traveller,
As well as rob'd him, was pursu'd
By Clowns, and taken in a Wood,
Carr'd, Coram nobis, and committed
To Prison, where he lay unpity'd;
Till try'd, the next Assize, before
Judge Graybeard, and a dozen more,
And when convicted by his Betters,
Was sentenc'd to be hang'd in Fetters,
Which, on the next Fish-day, in presence
of Hundreds, was perform'd with decence,
Whilst many Gammars in the Crowd
Held up their Hands and cry'd aloud
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Well-looking Fellow, tho' a Rogue,
Should be tuck'd up, so like a Dog;
But all the sorrow that they shew'd,
Did dying Thackum little good,
For there, as soon as he had sung
His penetential Psalm, he swung,
And hung to scare the Crows away
From the Corn-Fields that round him lay,
And to deter the Country Gaffers
From ploughing with their Neighbours Heifers.
Thus wanton Women, we may see,
Bring foolish Men to Poverty,
And Poverty, for want of Grace,
Still prompts them to be further base.
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