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A new Dittie, in Prayse of Money.
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A new Dittie, in Prayse of Money.
Cant. 15.
Money
's a Lady: nay, she is a Princesse:
nay more, a Goddesse adorned on earth.
With Without this Money, who can be merry,
though he be neuer so noble by byrth.
Her presence breeds ioy, her absence breeds annoy
where Money lacketh, there wanteth no dearth.
nay more, a Goddesse adorned on earth.
With Without this Money, who can be merry,
though he be neuer so noble by byrth.
where Money lacketh, there wanteth no dearth.
Uertue is nothing, if Money be wanting:
Uertue is nothing esteemed, or set by.
Wisedome is Folly, and so accounted,
if it be ioyned with base Pouertie.
Learning's contemned, Wit is condmned,
both are derided of rich Miserie.
Uertue is nothing esteemed, or set by.
Wisedome is Folly, and so accounted,
if it be ioyned with base Pouertie.
Learning's contemned, Wit is condmned,
both are derided of rich Miserie.
He that is wealthy, is greatly regarded,
though he be neuer so simple a Sot:
He that is needy, he is despised,
tho he haue wisedome, which th'other hath not.
Though he haue wisdome (which many wanteth)
yet is his Credit not worth a Grot.
though he be neuer so simple a Sot:
He that is needy, he is despised,
tho he haue wisedome, which th'other hath not.
Though he haue wisdome (which many wanteth)
yet is his Credit not worth a Grot.
When thou hast Money, then friendes thou hast many
when it is wasted, their friendship is cold:
Goe by Ieronimo, no man then will thee know,
knowing thou hast neither siluer nor gold,
No man will call thee in, no man will set a pin
for former friendship, though neuer so old.
when it is wasted, their friendship is cold:
Goe by Ieronimo, no man then will thee know,
knowing thou hast neither siluer nor gold,
No man will call thee in, no man will set a pin
for former friendship, though neuer so old.
Money doth all things, both great things & small things
Money doth all things, as plainely we see:
Money doth each thing, Want can do nothing,
Pouertie parteth still good companie:
When thou hast spent all, or els hast lent all,
who then is louing, or kind vnto thee?
Money doth all things, as plainely we see:
Money doth each thing, Want can do nothing,
When thou hast spent all, or els hast lent all,
who then is louing, or kind vnto thee?
Money makes soldiers to serue their prince truly
Money hyres Souldiers, & Seruing-men too:
Money makes Lawyers plead the Case duly,
without this Money, what can a man doo?
This auncient Lesson I learned newly,
if Money misseth, in vaine thou dost sue.
Money hyres Souldiers, & Seruing-men too:
Money makes Lawyers plead the Case duly,
without this Money, what can a man doo?
This auncient Lesson I learned newly,
if Money misseth, in vaine thou dost sue.
Money subdueth, where Force can not conquer,
shee ouercommeth both Castle and Towne:
Her power quayleth, where Ualour fayleth,
neuer was Lady of greater renowne.
Many a Towne is so betraid vnto the Foe,
her Wals are razed, and Turrets puld downe.
shee ouercommeth both Castle and Towne:
Her power quayleth, where Ualour fayleth,
neuer was Lady of greater renowne.
Many a Towne is so betraid vnto the Foe,
her Wals are razed, and Turrets puld downe.
Beautie that standeth on Pride, and Opinion,
by Lady Lucre oft catcheth a fall:
And though she scornes Desart, and haue a flinty heart,
yet is she ready when Money doth call.
The Clowne for Money, may haue a Coney,
when the poore Gallant can get none at all.
by Lady Lucre oft catcheth a fall:
And though she scornes Desart, and haue a flinty heart,
yet is she ready when Money doth call.
The Clowne for Money, may haue a Coney,
when the poore Gallant can get none at all.
Thus we see Money, makes euery place sunny:
each place is shady that wanteth her shine.
Phœbus is not so bright, nor giues such store of light
as this faire lady whose beauti's diuine.
Of night she maketh day, all care she driues away,
her fame and glory nere yet did decline.
each place is shady that wanteth her shine.
as this faire lady whose beauti's diuine.
Of night she maketh day, all care she driues away,
her fame and glory nere yet did decline.
Riches bewitches the minde of a Miser:
Money enchaunteth both young age, and old:
Yet cannot Money, purchase thee Heauen,
Heauen's not purchac'd with Siluer nor Gold:
But to the godly, righteous, and blessed,
the ioyes of Heauen are giuen, not sould.
Money enchaunteth both young age, and old:
Yet cannot Money, purchase thee Heauen,
Heauen's not purchac'd with Siluer nor Gold:
But to the godly, righteous, and blessed,
the ioyes of Heauen are giuen, not sould.
FINIS.
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