Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[A cittizen for recreation sake] |
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[A cittizen for recreation sake]
A cittizen for recreation sake,To see the Countrey would a iourny take.
Some dozen Mile, or very little more,
Taking his leaue with friends, two months before:
With drinking health's, and shaking by the hand,
As he had trauail'd to some new found land.
Well, taking Horse with very much a doe,
London he leaueth for a day or two;
And as he rideth, meetes vpon the way
Such, as (what hast soeuer) bid men stay:
Sirrah sayes one, stand, and your purse deliuer;
I am a taker, thou must be giuer:
Vnto a wood hard by, they hale him in,
And rifle him vnto his very skinne:
Maysters (quoth he) pray heare me ere you go,
For you haue rob'd more now then you do know.
My horse (in troth) I borrow'd of my brother,
The bridle and the Saddle of another:
The Scarfe (I do assure you) is a Saylours:
The falling-band is likewise none of mine,
Nor Cuffes, as true as this good light doth shine;
The Sattin Doublet and rays'd-Veluet hose,
Are our Church-wardens (all the parish knowes,)
The boots are Iohn the Grocers at the Swan,
The Spurs were lent me by a Seruing-man:
One of my Rings (that with the great red stone)
Insooth I bōrrowed of my Gossip Ione;
Her Husband knowes not of it. Gentlemen
Thus stands my case, I pray shew fauour then.
Why (quoth the Theeues) thou needst not greatly care,
Since in thy losse so many beare a share:
The world goes hard, many good-fellowes lacke,
Looke not at this time for a penny backe;
Go tell at London, thou didst meete with foure,
That rifling thee, haue rob'd at least a score.
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