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1.210-211 S126228 1 Twenty pound a yeere Lord Willoughby Twenty Pounds a Year John NOw welcome neighbour Rowland, / From London welcome home, I hardly can beleeve it, / Tis too good to be true. [with variations] Row. A Sergeant late turn'd honest, / and not abus'd his place: I never will beleeve this, / Tis too good to be true. [with variations] Pepys 1.210-211 STC 18505 [W. Jones?] for J. Trundle [c.1623] Woodblock 4: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: A lady stands facing towards her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan (or a branch?). The lady wears a large stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt (supported by a french farthingale?) and the front of her dress is decorated with a row of large flowers. Her dark overskirt is elaborately decorated.: 80 x 54 Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1 : A gentleman stands holding a rapier in the crook of his right arm. He looks over his right shoulder and extends his left hand out, palm down. He wears a soft cap, a v-necked shirt, slops, a buttoned vambrace, hose, low shoes, and ribboned garters.: 82 x 63 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, over column 2: A bearded gentleman with a cape or cloak draped over his shoulders. He wears a tall hat and has a sword sheath appearing below his cape. He wears low shoes and hose with ribbon garters.: 81 x 49 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3: A gentleman stands with his hand on his hip, holding a pair of gloves in his left hand, his left leg extended behind him. He wears a tall, narrow brimmed hat, a buttoned jacket or doublet, short fitted breeches, hose, a ruff, and low shoes. He wears a sword belt, with the hilt visible on his left hip.: 93 x 58 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: 210 1: 211 Nevves good and nevv Newes good and new News Good and New Too good to be true / The Second Part. Too good to be true The Second Part. Too Good to Be True the Second Part 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 264 x 144. 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 267 x 135 cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking cropped bottom edge, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1623 Printed for I. Trundle J.Trundle Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:210-211 under J. Trundle. Plomer lists a John Trundle active in London 1603-26. BBTI confirms that the only Trundle with an initial J. was John Trundle, 1595-1600, 1597-1626.

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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 4/15/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America State & Times economics/trade London urbanlife virtue 4/15/2008 Checker Jessica C. Murphy transcription rechecked, metadata updated 07/03/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked 2006 Transcriber Apri Medina Ballad Transcribed 7/19/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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John N Ow welcome neighbour Rowland , From London welcome home, What newes is there I pray you? From thence I heare you come. Row. The best that ere you heard, Youle say't when I you shew. John. I hardly can beleeve it, Tis too good to be true. Row. The Lawyer in his pleading to gaine gives no [res]pect, Though Cli[e]nts have no mony, he doth not them neglect: But truly pleades their cause, of these there be not few. John. I never will beleeve it, Tis too good to be true. In Lords there's no ambition, in Ladies theres no pride, The Clergie loves no monie no woman's wanton-eyde, Each one that wicked liv'd, doth strive to live anew. John. I never will bele[i]ve it, Tis too good to be true. Row I there did know an Usurer, ith hundred tooke threescore: But he is now repented, and gave all to the poore, And daily fasts and prayes, and hates that damned Crew, John. I never will beleeve it, Tis too good to be true.
Row. Your Tradesmen hate short measures false lights, and falser waights: Nor will they in their bargaines, use oathes as cunning baites, To fetch the simple ore, theres no such cunning Jew. John . I never will beleeve it, Tis too good to be true. Row. No Vintner there doth mingle, his wine with water pure: And then doth sweare tis neatest: in London's no such Brewer. Of that they all are cleare, they can, but will not brew. John. I never will beleeve it. Tis too good to be true. Row. No Ostler there will rob you, of either oates or hay: No Tapster nickes the pot there, but fils it as he may: No hoast will there be drunke, no hostesse proves untrue. John. I never will beleeve it, Tis too good to be true. Row. Your Brokers there are honest and are not ranckt with knaves, They lend their coine for conscience, which makes them ore their graves To have their good deeds writ, whose number is but few. John. I never will beleeve it, Tis too good to be true.
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Row. A Sergeant late turn'd honest, and not abus'd his place: A Baily became pitifull, and wail'[d] his prisoners case: And both to goodnesse fram'd their former course anew. John. I never will beleeve this, Tis too good to be true. Row. The Landlords there are pitiful and racke not poore mens rents, The tenant there is dutifull, and payes what he indents. The rich the poore doe love: of these there are but few. John. I never will beleeve this, Tis too good to be true. Row. Jailors are tender hearted, that doe their prisons keepe: To thinke on poore mens miseries, their yron hearts doe weepe: The poore men they relieve, and give the rich their due. John. I never will beleeve this, tis too good to be true. Ro. You there shall see no drunkards, in walking through the street: The stockes stand ever emptie, all's sober that you meet. He's hated that's but seene, amidst a drunken crew. John. I never will beleeve this, Tis too good to be true.
Row. Picthatch, and garden Allies, Turnebull, and Mutton lane, Of truth are now turn'd honest, and hate unlawfull gaine. Bridewell did them convert, and clad their backes in blew. John. I never will beleeve this, tis too good to be true. Row. Fleetstreet ha's nere a cheater, White-fryers ne're a whore: Tiburne is now delivered, and beareth theeves no more. And S[mith]field now is rid, of those horse-cheating crew. John. I never will beleeve this, tis too good to be true. Row. Ludgate ha's nere a bankrupt that can, but will not pay: The Counter nere a Prodigall, that turnes the night to day, By vile disordered life, which age doth after rue. John. I never will beleeve this, tis too good to be true. This newes doth much amaze me, the which you have me told, And truely to beleeve it, I dare not be too bold. I would [not] true it were, as it to me is new. But I will not beleeve it, tis too good to be true.
Printed for J.Trundle.