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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Beggers, Idle Roges, and Counterfet madmen. |
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Beggers, Idle Roges, and Counterfet madmen.
You sturdy roges and harlots that doe lie,
Begging and crauing still at euery dore:
Some vpon stiltes and crouches, some there be,
That neuer shew your selues but alwaies poore,
Vnder the collour of those tattred raggs,
You hord great summes of mony in your baggs.
Begging and crauing still at euery dore:
Some vpon stiltes and crouches, some there be,
That neuer shew your selues but alwaies poore,
Vnder the collour of those tattred raggs,
You hord great summes of mony in your baggs.
Another sort there is among you: They,
Doe rage with furie as if they were so frantique,
They knew not what they did but euery day,
Make sport with stick and flowers, like an antique.
Stowt roge and harlot counterfeted gomme,
One calls her selfe poore Besse the other Tom.
Doe rage with furie as if they were so frantique,
They knew not what they did but euery day,
Make sport with stick and flowers, like an antique.
Stowt roge and harlot counterfeted gomme,
One calls her selfe poore Besse the other Tom.
Yar able all to serue and doe good worke,
Were not the rootes of rogry so enrooted:
Within your lazie bodies: that you lurke,
In fields or hedges dawbed and bebooted.
Vp to the very eyes in durt and mire,
Bridewell hath often paid you for your hire.
Were not the rootes of rogry so enrooted:
Within your lazie bodies: that you lurke,
In fields or hedges dawbed and bebooted.
Vp to the very eyes in durt and mire,
Bridewell hath often paid you for your hire.
But thats a thing of nothing for y'haue fellt,
All the whole punishment Bridewell can yeeld:
I tell you iolly yongsters I haue smelt,
A whip out for you which you cannot shild,
Nor yet defend your selues by all your shiftes,
From tasting of his franke and liberall gifts.
All the whole punishment Bridewell can yeeld:
I tell you iolly yongsters I haue smelt,
A whip out for you which you cannot shild,
Nor yet defend your selues by all your shiftes,
From tasting of his franke and liberall gifts.
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