%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Tis Money that makes a Man: / OR, The Good-Fellows Folly. / Here in this Song Good-Fellow thou mayst find, / How Money makes a Man, if thou'rt not blind? / Therefore return e're that it be too late, / And don't on Strumpets spend thy whole estate, / For when all is gone, no better thou wilt be: / But Laught to scorn in all thy poverty. Wade, John University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1678-1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/25/2008 21914

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4.254 R235457 2 Bonny black Bess Methinks the Poor Town Bonny Black Bess Digby Digby's Farewell Digby OH what a madness 'tis to borrow or lend, / Or for strong Liquor thy Money to spend; imprint unclear: Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, . Wright, J. C[l]arke, W. Thackery, and T. Passinger. Pepys 4.254 Wing W174; Rollins (2) 1653 (Mch. 12, 1630, IV, 230, Fran. Grove); Rollins (2) ?2641 (May 24, 1632, IV, 278, Henry Gosson, Fran. Coles). 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: 254 Tis Money that makes a Man: / OR, The Good-Fellows Folly. / Here in this Song Good-Fellow thou mayst find, / How Money makes a Man, if thou'rt not blind? / Therefore return e're that it be too late, / And don't on Strumpets spend thy whole estate, / For when all is gone, no better thou wilt be: / But Laught to scorn in all thy poverty. Tis Money that makes a Man: OR, The Good-Fellows Folly. Here in this Song Good-Fellow thou mayst find, How Money makes a Man, if thou'rt not blind? Therefore return e're that it be too late, And don't on Strumpets spend thy whole estate, For when all is gone, no better thou wilt be: But Laught to scorn in all thy poverty. 'Tis Money That Makes a Man: Or, The Good Fellow's Folly. Here in This Good Fellow Thou Mayest Find, How Money Makes a Man, If Thou Art Not Blind? Therefere Return Ere That It Be Too Late, and Don't on Strumpets Spend Thy Whole Estate, for When All is Gone, No Better Thou Wilt Be: But Taught to Scorn in All Thy Poverty. Wade, John 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 207 x 317 cropped top and right edges, uneven inking vertical rule 1678-1680 Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, . Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackery, and T. Passinger. F. Coles, T. Vere, Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackery, T. Passinger 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 4/25/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Various Subjects advice affliction/health alcohol class economics/trade vice 04/25/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/09/07 Checker Rachel Mann Ballad checked, ESTC # R235457 08/30/06 Transcriber Simone Chess Original transcription 9/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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OH what a madness 'tis to borrow or lend, Or for strong Liquor thy money to spend; For when that is wanting thy courage is cool, Thou must stand Cap in hand to every fool: but if thy pockets can jingle they will take thy word Oh then thou art company for Knight or yet Lord: Then make much of a Penny as near as you can, For if that be wanting thou'rt counted no man. Then listen a while and i'le tell you in brief, The most of my sorrow, my care, and my grief; I had an estate Ile make it appear, Besides all my stock, was worth fifty a year: But so soon as I to drinking then fell, My Land I then Morgaged, my Cattle did sell; No sooner the money I for them had took, But it went to the Ale-house i'le swear on a book. Thus in a short time my money did waste, And I found my self not a pin better at last; Whilst other Tradesmen were working full hard, I from an Ale-house could not be debar'd;
There would I sit tipling day after day, And my Wife she unto me full often would say, Make much of a Penny as near as you can, For if that be wanting thou'lt be counted no man. But the words that she spoke i'd regard not a straw But would kick her & beat her, & keep her in awe; My children at home might eat the bare wall, Whilst I in an Ale-house for strong liquor did call: And my Hostis forsooth must needs sit on my knee though my wife she hath twice more beauty than she Yet that would not please my letcherous mind, Because for my Money my Hostis was kind. But in conclusion here comes all my care, My back it grew thin, and my pockets grew bare; Then I told my Hostis my pittiful tale, In hopes that my sorrows she would bewail: But she turn'd up her nose, and she looked a squoy, You might have been wiser she straight did reply; This was all the comfort that I got from she, That always pretended my friend for to be.
THerefore all young-men that loves the Ale-bench Some counsel i'le give them before they go hence; If thou sit'st day an night, & drink'st never so fast Yet thou'lt find thy own home is the best at last: It is but for your money they wait you upon, And when that is wanting you'r lightly look't on; If she sees but two-pence you run on the score, She'l swear by her troth she will trust you no moe Then have a care young-men, be ruled in time, Lest drink overcome thee, in old days you pine: For you see Good-fellows how thread-bare they go And what good-husbandry brings a man to; For some lives most bravely tho means they have small, An some that had hun[d]reds do quickly spend all; Then make much of a Penny as near as you can, For if that be wanting thou'rt counted no man. 'Tis money you see makes a Lord, or yet Earl, 'Tis money you see that sets out a young Girl; Likewise 'tis money makes the Lawyer to prate, & 'tis money doth make the man love his wife Kate And 'tis money breeds love where never was none. Although she be old, yet money makes her young: A Knight or a Begger, whatever they be If they have but money they'r welcome to me. Thus money you see, and do well understand, If a poor man can but get it, he buys house and land But it must not be those that works hard all day, And at night in an Ale-house doth throw it away.
Nay, that will not serve, but twice as much more If his word it will pass, he runs on the score; Then all the week after, though then he don't heed He wanteth bread-corn his poor children to feed. Therefore be advised boon Companions all, For you see the worlds so they laugh at a mans fall With speed your old haunts pray begin for to shun Take warning by others the which are undone: You'l say a good-fellow it is a brave name, But many a man doth pay dear for the same: The which hath all spent, now in Goal he doth lye, And none will relieve him of his poverty. But some men have got such a spark in their throat That I would not be him that should quench't for a groat; All the fair words his wife can him give, Yet he'l not be ruled though poor he doth live: Hang money he crys, till all on't is gone, As for house and Land I mean to buy none; I must see my Hostis to go neat and fine, Although that my family doth starve and pine. And thus have I told you the conditions of some, That all long of strong liquor will never keep home His stock it decays, although his wife cries, And in the conclusion a begger he dies: but a good husband's means you see doth increase He maintains his houshold in joy and in peace; Then make much of a penny as near as you can, For if that be wanting, thou'lt be counted no man
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With Allowance, Ro. L'Estrange. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere,. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackery, and T. Passinger.