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Y'ave a brave mind to work on, use my rules, And you shall cut a Caper in November, When other years your Grandfathers lay bedrid. What's he, that looks so piteously, and shakes so? A Fasting-day? How's that? A foolish Fasting-day, An unseasonable coxcomb, seeks now for a service, Has hunted up and down, has been at Court, And the Long-Porter broke his head across there, He had rather see the Devil, for this he says, He ne'er grew up so tall with fasting-days, I would not for the price of all my Almanacs; The Guard had took him there, they would ha' beat out his brains with Bombards. I bade him stay till Lent, and now he whimpers; He would to Rome forsooth, that's his last refuge, But would try awhile, How well he should be used in Lancashire. He was my Father's servant, That he was, sir. 'tis here upon Record. I served him honestly, and cost him little. ay, I'll be sworn for that. Those were the Times, sir, That made your Predecessors rich, and able To lay up more for you, and since poor Fasting-days Were not made reckoning on, the pampered flesh H'as played the knave, Maids have had fuller bellies, Those meals that once were saved, have stirred, & leapt, And bègot Bastards, and they must be kept, Better keep fasting-days, yourself may tell you, And for the profit of purse, back and belly? I never yet heard Truth better whined out. Thou shalt not all be lost, not for vainglory Greedily welcomed, we'll begin with Virtue, As we may hold with't, that does Virtue right, Set him down, Sir, for Candlemas Eue at night. Well, better late than never. This is my comfort, I shall come to make All the Fat Rogues go to bed supperless, Get dinners where they can. How now? what's he? 'tis old Time, Sir, that belonged To all your Predecessors. Oh I honour That Reverend Figure, may I ever think How precious thou'rt in youth, how rarely Redeemed in Age. Time Observe, you have Times service. There's all in brief. Hah? Doctor? What are these? Time The Rabble that I pity, these I have served too, But few or none have ever observed me, Amongst this dissolute Rout, Candlemas day! I'm sorry to see him so ill associated? Why that's his cause of coming to complain, Because Shrove-Tuesday this year dwells so near him. But t's his place he cannot be removed. You must be patient, Candlemas, and brook it. This Rabble, Sir, Shrove-Tuesday, hungry Lent, Ill May-day, Midsummer Eue, and the first dog-day, Come to receive their places due by custom, And that they build upon. giv'em their charge, and then admit'em.
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Y'aue a braue mind to work on, vſe my rules, And you ſhall cut a Caper in Nouember, When other yeeres your Grandfathers lay bedrid. What's he, that lookes ſo piteouſly, and ſhakes ſo? A Faſting-day? How's that? A fooliſh Faſting-day, An vnſeaſonable cock ſcomb, ſeeks now for a ſeruice, Ha's hunted vp and downe, ha's beene at Court, And the Long-Porter broke his head a'croſſe there, He had rather ſee the Deuill, for this he ſayes, He ne're grew vp ſo tall with Faſting-dayes, I would not for the price of all my Almanacks; The Guard had tooke him there, they would ha beate out his braines with Bombards. I bade him ſtay till Lent, and now he whimpers; He would to Rome forſooth, that's his laſt refuge, But would trie awhile, How well he ſhould be vſde in Lancaſhire. He was my Fathers ſeruant, That he was, ſir. Tis here vpon Record. I ſeru'd him honeſtly, and coſt him little. I, Ile beſworne for that. Thoſe were the Times, ſir, That made your Predeceſſors rich, and able To lay vp more for you, and ſince poore Faſting-daies Were not made reckoning on, the pampered fleſh H'as plaide the knaue, Maides haue had fuller bellies, Thoſe meales that once were ſau'd, haue ſtird, & lept, And bègot Baſtards, and they muſt be kept, Better keepe Faſting-dayes, your ſelfe may tell you, And for the profit of purſe, backe and belly? I neuer yet heard Truth better whin'de out. Thou ſhalt not al be loſt, not for vainglorie Greedily welcom'd, wee'le begin with Vertue, As we may hold with't, that do's Vertue right, Set him downe, Sir, for Candlemas Eue at night. Well, better late then neuer. This is my comfort, I ſhall come to make All the Fat Rogues goe to bed ſupperleſſe, Get dinners where they can. How now? what's he? Tis old Time, Sir, that belongd To all your Predeceſſors. Oh I honour That Reuerend Figure, may I euer thinke How precious thou 'rt in youth, how rarely Redeemed in Age. Time Obſerue, you haue Times ſeruice. There's all in briefe. Hah? Doctor? What are theſe? Time The Rabble that I pitie, theſe I haue ſeru'd too, But few or none haue euer obſeru'd me, Amongſt this diſſolute Route, Candlemas day! I'me ſorie to ſee him ſo ill aſſociated? Why that's his cauſe of cōming to cōplaine, Becauſe Shrouetueſday this yeere dwels ſo neere him. But ti's his place he cannot be remou'd. You muſt be patient, Candlemas, and brooke it. This Rabble, Sir, Shrouetueſday, hungrie Lent, Ill May-day, Midſummer Eue, and the firſt Dogge-day, Come to receiue their places due by cuſtome, And that they build vpon. Giu'em their charge, and then admit'em.