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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

1.154-155 S4117 1 a pleasant new Court tune Whoop! Do me no harm good man A Pleasant New Court Tune MY Lady Pecunia / is a faire creature, Oh this is a siluer age, / Oh this is a changing age. [with variations] CArmen and Porters / are now no more dogged, Pepys 1.154-155 Rollins (1) I:200-206; STC 197.3 G. E[ld c.1623]; Rollins (2) 2446 (Nov. 16, 1621, IV, 61, Henry Gosson). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet folio, below title and tune, above column 1, 2 : A well-dressed woman (presumably Petunia) stands facing the left of the cut. She holds a large feather fan in her right hand, and rests her left hand at her waist. She wears a stiff ruff, buttoned bodice, and patterned sleeves and cuffs. A long necklace falls to her chest. She has a long skirt with vertical lines or pleats, and a crosshatched underskirt shows below it. She has a small hat with a plume, and her hair is pulled back. Her facial expression is unclear. : 89 x 51 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet folio, below title and tune, above column 2, 3: A man stands looking slightly towards his right with his weight on his right leg. He wears a hat, he has a beard, and his right hand is at his hip and his left hand touches the cape slung over his left shoulder. He wears a jerkin, slops, and riding boots with the spurs visible. His sword is slung from his right hip and the tip is visible appearing on his left side. : 94 x 62 Woodblock 3: 2nd 1/2 sheet folio, below title and tune, above column 3: A well-dressed man with a beard stands facing towards his right with his weight on his right leg and his left arm and leg held out behind him. He wears a wide-brimmed hat with a large feather in his cap. An elaborate cape is draped around his shoulders. His sword his hung at his right hip and the tip is visible beneath the bottom of the cape. He wears short pants that are tied at the knees with bows. Visible on the ground behind him are a few small plants.: 75 x 49 Woodblock 4: 2nd 1/2 sheet folio, below title and tune, above column 4: A man stands facing the left side of the cut. He looks towars his own right hand, which seems to lean on the edge of the cut. He has no beard, and wears a tall, pointed hat. He wears a buttoned coat, short gathered pants, tights and shoes. He holds a walking stick or staff in his left hand. On his left wrist, he carries a heavy keyring.: 103 x 43 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 154 1: 155 The siluer Age, / or, The VVorld turned backward. The silver Age, or, The World turned backward. The Silver Age: or, The World Turned Backward. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 267 x 152 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 268 x 115 cropped right edge, uneven inking uneven inking horizontal and vertical rules horizontal rules and cast fleurons Printer G. E. 1623 Printed at London by G.E. Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:154-155 under G. E. [G. Eld]. BBTI lists about a half-dozen names active during this period in London with the intitials G. E. Plomer likewise notes two other printers active during this period with intials G. E. ESTC only lists this ballad under G.E., with no conjectural full name. I have, for now, decided to assign this ballad to G. E., for lack of evidence supporting that this is George Elde. Should someone decide to nominate this printer, Elde with an "e" at the end might parry any confusion with the word "elder."

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 2/5/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America State & Times appearance class economics/trade 2/5/2008 Checker Jessica C. Murphy rechecked transcription, entered ESTC ID from bl.uk, updated metadata 8/2/2007 Checker Gordon Batchelor ESTC matching record found: #S4117 . 2/5/2005 Transcriber Apri Medina 7/15/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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M Y Lady Pecunia is a faire creature, All cloathed in silver, according to nature: She flieth most freely, none doth await her, To wash off her pinions by counterfeit water. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a changing age. The Lord and the Lady, the Begger the Knight, For Lady Pecunia cares not a Doit: Redeemed from prison, she taketh delight, To goe to the Prodigall spender aright. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a wasting age. Our lusty brave gallants now walkes among clownes With their full pockets well stored with crownes, To give to poore people the rents of their grounds, where almes of brasse farthings are changed to pounds. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a bountifull age.
The Merchant refuseth to gaine by adventure, The Citizen leaveth to lend by Indenture. Young gallants grow carelesse their titles to enter, But put their whole livings to'th stretch of the tenter. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a liberall age. Rich mizers have turned their gold to good cheare, And bids the poore begger most kindly draw neare: And with the fat gluttons, they spend away sheere, What greedinesse gained by fraud in ten yeares. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a spending age. He that hath riches lockt up in his chest, With too many crosses himselfe he hath blest. To raise up the divell, his mind to molest, But conjur'd by conscience, in quiet doth rest. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a mending age.
Young women grow weary of walking the street, They scarce in a Taverne, will set in their feet, Their husbands they feare not, with whom they doe meet, And like to good Angels they never doe fleet. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a vertuous age. The bawd and the pander are turned to grace, And for a full pocket they hold it but base. A wench that is painted, comes not into place, For feare lest the beadle her shoulders uncase, Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is an honest age. The Tapster still living by foame and by froth, The Broaker that eateth most like to the moath, Are now turned honest and vertuous both: One penny ill gotten to take they are loath. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is an honest age.
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C Armen and Porters are now no more dogged, Nor the old watermen rough and so hogged, The Thames lately frozen, with want have them clogged Now money comes trouling, for which they have jogged. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a bettered age. Baylifes and Serjeants all pittifull be, And to the poore debtors lends money most free. And wait in the Taverne, untill they agree, Not taking one penny in lieu of their fee. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a favourable age. The honest true Hostler repenting his sins, Now careth for money, no more then for pins, The size of his provander justly begins, To bring Lady conscience to all our good Innes. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a mending age. Old fraud and false dealing [have] changed their ditty,
At Aldermans houses for Porter stands pitty: With gentle charity, smiling most pretty, To give to poore people, the love of the City. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a mercifull age. The wife and the husband, unquiet before: To win the old breeches, will quarrell no more: For feare of the Begger that stands at the doore. For quiet true concord, brings plentifull store. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a friendly age. Now Lady Pecunia , growes out of regard, And turn'd from the Chamber, into the cold yard: And from all true good men, she well may be spar'd, When such an age changed, yet never was heard. Oh this is a silver age, Oh this is a wondring age.
FINIS. Printed at London by G.E.