The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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Way-walker. |
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Way-walker.
Gentlemen your charities for the loue of God,
Wee are poore Souldiers newly come from France:
In hard aduentures for you we haue trod,
In sturdie seruice, though it be our chance
In our owne countreys now to craue releefe,
We haue been Captaines, our exploits the cheefe.
Wee are poore Souldiers newly come from France:
In hard aduentures for you we haue trod,
In sturdie seruice, though it be our chance
In our owne countreys now to craue releefe,
We haue been Captaines, our exploits the cheefe.
When came you ouer? Friday seuen-night last,
God is our iudge, and to our great expences:
We had of forreine coine, well, that is past,
Ye'a spent it all among your pretty wenches,
No God renounce vs, by a storme at Sea,
We were compeld to throw much goods away.
God is our iudge, and to our great expences:
We had of forreine coine, well, that is past,
Ye'a spent it all among your pretty wenches,
No God renounce vs, by a storme at Sea,
We were compeld to throw much goods away.
I you say well, but as I chaunst to ride
To Higate ward, some sixteene weekes ago:
Where you were standing by the high-way side,
With euery one his trull, what ist not so?
'Twas but to craue an almes, it was no worse:
You spake me faire, but tooke away my purse.
To Higate ward, some sixteene weekes ago:
Where you were standing by the high-way side,
With euery one his trull, what ist not so?
'Twas but to craue an almes, it was no worse:
You spake me faire, but tooke away my purse.
You shamelesse rascals, thus you do abuse,
The worthy name of souldiors by your roging:
You neuer were in seruice, you refuse
To leaue this shameles course & kind of progging.
Come Countus mountus, downe with all your hose,
Your bums shall feele my whip, your sconce the blowes:
The worthy name of souldiors by your roging:
You neuer were in seruice, you refuse
To leaue this shameles course & kind of progging.
Come Countus mountus, downe with all your hose,
Your bums shall feele my whip, your sconce the blowes:
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