%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Careless Gallant: Or, A farewel to Sorrow. / Whether these Lines do please, or give offence, / Or shall be damn'd as neither wit nor sence, / The Poet is, for that, in no suspence, / For it is all one a hundred years hence. Jordan, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1674-1679 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/14/2008 21901

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4.241 R228023 1 an Excellent, and delightful Tune The Flatteries of Fate An Excellent, and Delightful Tune LEt us sing and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoyce, / With Claret and Sherry, Theorbo and voice, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence. (with variations) YOur Chancery-Lawyer, who by conscience thrives, / In spinning a sute to the length of three lives, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence. (with variations) author attributed by Simpson and Wing; another edition at 4.347 Pepys 4.241 Wing J1021 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. 4: 241 The Careless Gallant: Or, A farewel to Sorrow. / Whether these Lines do please, or give offence, / Or shall be damn'd as neither wit nor sence, / The Poet is, for that, in no suspence, / For it is all one a hundred years hence. The Careless Gallant: Or, A farewel to Sorrow. Whether these Lines do please, or give offence, Or shall be damn'd as neither wit nor sence, The Poet is, for that, in no suspence, For it is all one a hundred years hence. The Careless Gallant: Or, a Farewell to Sorrow. Whether These Lines Do Please, or Give Offence, or Shall Be Damned as Neither Wit nor Sense, the Poet is, for That, in No Suspense, for It is All One a Hundred Years Hence. The Second Part, The Second Part, The Second Part, Jordan, Thomas 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?210 x 330 cropped right edge vertical rule 1674-1679 Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke. F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke Blagden

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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 8/14/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Various Subjects advice death economics/trade law nobility/court 08/14/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # recorded / found in bl.uk 07/05/07 Checker Rachel Mann Ballad Checked 08/28/06 Transcriber Simone Chess Original Transcription 9/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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LEt us sing and be merry, dance, joke and rejoyce, With Claret and Sherry, Theorbo and voice, The changeable world to our joy is unjust, All treasures uncertain, Then down with your dust: In frolicks dispose your pounds, shillings and pence, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence. We'l sport and be free, with Frank, Betty, and Dolly, Have Lobsters and Oysters to cure melancholly, Fish-dinners will make a man spring like a Flea, Dame Venus, loves Lady, Was born of the Sea: With he and with Bacchus we'l tickle the sense, For we shall be past it a hundred years hence. Your beautiful bit, who hath all eyes upon her, That her honesty sells for a hogo of honour, whose lightness and brightness doth cast such a splender,
That none are thought fit, But the stars to attend her; Though now she seems pleasant, & sweet to the sence Will be damnable mouldy a hundred years hence. Your greatest Grand-Seignior who rants it in riot, Not suffering his poor Christian neighbors live quiet, Whose numberless army that to him belongs, Consists of more Nations, That Babel hath tongues: Though numerous as dust, yet in spight of defence, Shall all lie in ashes a hundred years hence. Your Usurer that in the hundred takes twenty, Who wants in his wealth and pines in his plenty, Lays up for a season which he shall ne'r see, The year of one thousand, Eight hundred and three; Shall have chang'd all his Baggs, his houses and Rents, For a worm-eaten Coffin a hundred years hence.
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YOur Chancery-Lawyer, who by conscience thrives, In spinning a sute to the length of three lives, A sute which the Clyent doth wear out in slavery, whilst pleader makes conscience a cloak for his Knavery: Can boast of his cunning but i'th present-Tence, For Non est inventus a hundred years hence. The why should we turmoyl in cares and fears? And turn our tranquility to sighs and tears, Let's eat, drink, and play, e're the worms do corrupt us, For I say, that Post mortem nulla voluptas: Let's deal with our Damsels, that we may from thence Have broods to suceed us a hundred years hence. I never could gain satisfaction upon, Your dreams of a bliss when we'r cold as a stone, The Sages, call us Drunkards, Gluttons, & wenchers, But we find such Morsels, upon their own Trenchers: For Abigal, Hannah, and sister Prudence, Will simper to nothing a hundred years hence.
The Plush -coated Quack that his fees to inlarge, Kills people with Licence, and at their own charge, Who builds a vast structure of ill gotten wealth, from the degrees of a Piss-pot, and ruines of health: Though treasures of life he pretends to despence, Shall be turn'd into mummy a hundred years hence. The Butterflye Courtier that Peagant of state, The Mouse-trap of honour, and May-game of fate, With all his ambitions, intrigues, and his tricks, must dye like a Clown, and then drop into Stir; His plots against death, are too slender a fence, For he'l be out of fashion a hundred years hence. Yea, the Poet himself that so loftily sings, As he scorns any subjects, but Hero's or Kings, Must to the Capricio's of fortune submit, and often be counted a fool for his wit, Thus beauty, wit, wealth, law learning and sence, All come to nothing a hundred years hence.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.