 | The Knave of Harts |  |
A prodigall Knaue.
Braue house, braue cloaths, braue cheere, braue Prodigall,Braue foole, braue eu'ry thing, braue whores & all
Are for this Gallant, all his care is growne
How he may spend his mony, to be knowne.
Along the streetes, as he doth ietting passe,
His out-side showes him, for an inward Asse,
In a Tobacco-shop (resembling hell,
Fire, stinck, & smoake must be where diuels dwell)
He sits, you cannot see his face for vapour,
Offring to Pluto with a tallow Taper:
In Tauernes, with his drunken fellow sinners,
He paies the bill of all their Bacchus dinners.
And there in bowles of wine, he onely ioyes,
Consorted thus, VVhores, Fidlers, Roring-boyes:
But note him now, and leaue him at the best;
Best, said I? then the Diuell's an honest guest.
Past the Meridian, now his Sunne declines,
And in the stead of French and Spanish wines,
Betakes himselfe to English Bere and Ale,
Sels all his Land, dies in some dolefull Iayle.
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