Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1624 [Aug 19] (Annals) entertainment unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 489 words
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This Bird is London bred As you may see by his horned head. And had like to have been ta'en At his shop in Jvy-lane, Where he sold by the peney Tobacco, as good as any; But, whether it did provoke His conscience, he sold smoke; Or some other toy he took, Towards his calling to look: He fled by Moonshine thence; And broke for sixteen pence. hay, Owl second. This too, the more is the pity Is of the breed, of the same City, A true Owl of London That gives out he is undone, Being a Cheesemonger, By trusting two of the younger Captains, for the hunger Of their half-starved number; Whom since they have shipped away: And left him God to pay, With those ears for a badge Of their dealing with his Madge. hay, Owl third. A pure native Bird This, and though his hue Be not Coventrie-blue, Yet is he undone By the thread he has spun, For since the wise town Has let the sports down Of May-games, and Morris, For which he right sorry is: Where their Maids, and their Makes, At dance, and Wakes, Had their Napkins, and poses, And the wipers for their noses. And their smocks all-be-wrought With his thread which they bought, It now lies on his hands, And having neither wit, nor lands, Is ready to hung, or choke him, In a skeyne of that, that broke him. hay, Owl fourth. Was once a Bankrupt of worth; And having run a shifting race At last by money, and grace, Got him a Sergeants place, And to be one of Chase. A full so rtnight was not spent, But out comes the Parliament, Takes away the use of his Mace, And left him in a worse, than his first case. hay, Owl the fift. But here was a defeat, Never any so great, Of a Don, a Spanish Reader, Who had thought to have been the Leader (Had the Match gone on) Of our Ladies one by one, And triumphed our whole Nation, In his Rodomant fashion: But now since the breach, He has not a Scholar to teach. hay, Owl sixth. The Bird-bringer up is a Knight, But a passionate wight, Who, since the Act against swearing, (The tale's worth your hearing) In this short times growth Hath at twelve pence an oath; For that (I take it) is the rate Sworn himself out of his estate. The third varied. A Crop-eared Scrivener, this, Who when he heard but the whisper of moneys to come down, Fright got him out of Town With all the Bills and Bands Of other men's in his hands, And cried, who will drive the trade, Since such a Law they had made: It was not he that broke. Two i'the hundred spoke. Nor cared he for the curse, He could not hear much worse, He had his ears in his purse.
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This Bird is London bred As you may ſee by his horn'd head. And had like to have beene tane At his ſhop in Jvy-lane, Where he ſold by the peney Tobacco, as good as any; But, whether it did provoke His conſcience, he ſold ſmoke; Or ſome other toy he tooke, Towards his calling to looke: He fled by Moone-ſhine thence; And broke for ſixteene pence. Hey, Owle ſecond. This too, the more is the pittie Is of the breed, of the ſame Citie, A true Owle of London That gives out he is undone, Being a Cheeſe-monger, By truſting two of the younger Captaines, for the hunger Of their halfe-ſtaru'd number; Whom ſince they have ſhipt away: And left him God to pay, With thoſe eares for a badge Of their dealing with his Madge. Hey, Owle third. A pure native Bird This, and though his hue Be not Coventrie-blue, Yet is he undone By the thred he has ſpunne, For ſince the wiſe towne Has let the ſports downe Of May-games, and Morris, For which he right ſorry is: Where their Maides, and their Makes, At dancings, and Wakes, Had their Napkins, and poſes, And the wipers for their noſes. And their ſmocks all-be-wrought With his thred which they bought, It now lies on his hands, And having neither wit, nor lands, Is ready to hang, or choke him, In a skeyne of that, that broke him. Hey, Owle fourth. Was once a Bankrupt of worth; And having run a ſhifting race At laſt by money, and grace, Got him a Serjeants place, And to be one of Chace. A full ſo rtnight was not ſpent, But out comes the Parliament, Takes away the uſe of his Mace, And left him in a worſe, then his firſt caſe. Hey, Owle the fift. But here was a defeat, Never any ſo great, Of a Don, a Spaniſh Reader, Who had thought to have bin the Leader (Had the Match gon on) Of our Ladyes one by one, And triumpht our whole Nation, In his Rodomant faſhion: But now ſince the breach, He has not a Scholler to teach. Hey, Owle ſixt. The Bird-bringer up is a Knight, But a paſſionate wight, Who, ſince the Act againſt ſwearing, (The tale's worth your hearing) In this ſhort times growth Hath at twelve pence an oath; For that (I take it) is the rate Sworne himſelfe out of his eſtate. The third varied. A Crop-eard Scrivener, this, Who when he heard but the whiſper of moneys to come downe, Fright got him out of Towne With all the Bills and Bands Of other mens in his hands, And cry'd, who will drive the trade, Since ſuch a Law they had made: It was not he that broke. Two i'the hundred ſpoke. Nor car'd he for the curſe, He could not heare much worſe, He had his eares in his purſe.