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Prodigall Gallant.
You Sir that haue your purse cram'd full of crownes
The liuely picture of the Prodigall:
That haue your mouth furnish'd with blood and woundes
And come in Whores, Wine, Fidlers: you'le pay all,
You that are like the Dwarfe in Athens, right,
Who in fiue dayes, spent's Patrimony quite.
The liuely picture of the Prodigall:
That haue your mouth furnish'd with blood and woundes
And come in Whores, Wine, Fidlers: you'le pay all,
You that are like the Dwarfe in Athens, right,
Who in fiue dayes, spent's Patrimony quite.
You that are churched once in seuen yeere,
But in a Tauerne you could liue and die:
You that haue your Ioy in Belly-cheere,
In Dice, in Dauncing, and in Venerie.
You that for pennance of your passed sinne,
In Woodstreete, or the Poultry, meane to Inne.
But in a Tauerne you could liue and die:
You that haue your Ioy in Belly-cheere,
In Dice, in Dauncing, and in Venerie.
You that for pennance of your passed sinne,
In Woodstreete, or the Poultry, meane to Inne.
Ile Stabbe thee.
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