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Idle Caterpiller.

Ah good-man snekes by, tender fingerd roge,
Idle companion, you that will not worke:
But round about the fields and streetes go proge,
And all day in the bowling alley lurke,
Spinning of streat-webs, hunting after playes,
Dice, Cardes, and whores, and all accursed wayes.
Not being able for thy life to set,
Thy hand to any exercise or paines:
Towards thy liuing any thing to get,
To goodnesse neuer thou appliest thy braines.
Either in Powles all day, thou t'sit and sleepe,
Else to some bawdie miching Ale house creepe.
How canst thou shift to passe away the day,
Either thou must haue money or a dew:
Pilfring and stealing needs must be the way,
Thou art ring-leader of the filthy crew.
Thou fearst not Marshall, New gate, nor Bridewell,
Their punishment, thou canst already tell.
But good-man Rascall you did neuer see,
So fine a clacking whip as I haue made,
To teach your idle skinne actiuitie,
Come hoist arise, come vp you lasie Iade.
Come hayt a-ree, ile ierke your idle sides,
The slouthfull griefe vpon your shoulders rides.