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Coueteous Person.

You that are troubled mith a golden care,
I meane your care of hoording wordly wealth,
Not caring by what meanes or way to reare,
Your substance be it well got or by stealth,
But so you haue it hoorded in your bagges,
You care not if your father goe in rags.
What doe you passe in flattrie by alurements,
To induce poore seruants by a cunning meanes:
To rob their frinds or maisters, your procurements
Are the supporters of oll theeues and queanes.
Rascalls and runagates you with lickorish things,
Are all the way that youth to folly brings.
When pilfring Tom hath bene abroad at worke,
Cheating or picking poketts if he scape:
Your are his land-lord at your house heele lurke,
Let cunstable and officers goe scrape.
Y'are of such welth by such most dam'd defects,
That neuer a man or neighbor you suspect.
Who Maister Monymonger a good old man?
And why his mony couers all his crimes:
He walkes demurely with his cap in hand,
More knaue then all the rest a thousand times,
But with my whip for all your mony baggs,
I meane to ierre-lick your old knaues ragges.