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An accomplisht Gallant.
Poore Tom goes barely, his best sute is prestTo be forth comming in a Brokers chest:
And aske you Thomas why he goes so bare,
He answeres you, for pride he doth not care:
Vnto the seruice of a Barbors chayre:
As fit for euery lacke and Iourneyman,
As for a knight, or worthy Gentleman.
And therefore sweares poore Tom, I scorne it I,
To imitate such vulgar rascaldry:
But by and by when fortune gins to fawne,
The Gentleman redeems his sute from pawne.
And now abiures those raggs for euermore,
Which but as yesterday his worship wore:
And aske him now the reason of this change,
And why he is transformed thus so strange:
He answers you 'tis base, and much reiected,
To be a gentleman and not respected.
Rich habits cause each vassall be esteemd,
When raggs make Gentlemen be vassals deemd:
Now sir because hee's generous, therefore
He scornes to be attyred like a Bore.
Thus Tom penurious doth excuse his raggs,
And if reform'd, scornes beggery with braggs.
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