%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Wit never ought, till it be bought; & then it is stark nought. / OR The Spendthrifts Recantation. / That spent his Means in such a wastful fashion / He sold his land & goods & let his mony fly, / Come fill us in ten dozen what care I / He neither cares for Children nor for Wife / So long as mony could be got he lives that life, / Now at the last that he has spent his store / He does repent his wastful life before; / He works & takes great pains now all his Life, / For to maintain his Children and his Wife; / He desires that he an example be to all / And every one take warning by his fall. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 0-1689 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2008 21921

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4.260 R187662 1 the Bad Husband's Folly, or, Come hither my own sweet Duck Come Hither, My Own Sweet Duck; Hey, Ho, My Honey The Bad Husband's Folly, or, Come Hither My Own Sweet Duck OF all spendthrifts in this Land / I am the worst you see But if ever I do get money again/ I will save some in store, / To keep better Cloaths upon my back / I never will go so poor. I rambled up and down / And I let my mony fly But if ever I do get money again / I will save some in store, / To keep better Cloaths upon my back / I never will go so poor. imprint unclear: Printed for J. Conyers, at the Black-Raven / the first shop in Fetter-Lane nex[t] Holborn. / Where all Chapmen may be furnished with / all sorts of small Books and Ballads. Pepys 4.260 Wing W3136B 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: 260 Wit never ought, till it be bought; & then it is stark nought. / OR The Spendthrifts Recantation. / That spent his Means in such a wastful fashion / He sold his land & goods & let his mony fly, / Come fill us in ten dozen what care I / He neither cares for Children nor for Wife / So long as mony could be got he lives that life, / Now at the last that he has spent his store / He does repent his wastful life before; / He works & takes great pains now all his Life, / For to maintain his Children and his Wife; / He desires that he an example be to all / And every one take warning by his fall. Wit never ought, till it be bought; & then it is stark nought. OR The Spendthrifts Recantation.That spent his Means in such a wastful fashion He sold his land & goods & let his mony fly, Come fill us in ten dozen what care I He neither cares for Children nor Wife So long as mony could be got he lives that life, Now at last that he had spent his store He does repent his wastful life before; He works & takes great pains now all his Life, For to maintain his Children and his Wife; He desires that he an example be to all And every one take warning by his fall. Wit Never Ought, Till It Be Bought; And Then It is Stark Nought. Or the Spendthrift's Recantation. That Spent His Means in Such a Wasteful Fashion He Sold His Land and Goods and Let His Money Fly, Come Fill Us in Ten Dozen What Care I He Neither Cares for Children Nor For Wife So Long as Money Could Be Got He Lives That Life, Now at the Last That He Has Spent His Store He Does Repent His Wasteful Life Before; He Works and Takes Great Pains Now All His Life, for to Maintain His Children and His Wife; He Desires That He an Example Be to All and Every One Take Warning by His Fall. The second Part The second Part The Second Part 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?215 x 314 cropped right edge vertical rules and cast fleurons 0-1689 Printed for J. Conyers, at the Black-Raven / the first shop in Fetter-Lane next Holborn. / Where all Chapmen may be furnished with / all sorts of small Books and Ballads. J. Conyers BBTI

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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 4/18/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Various Subjects advice alcohol economics/trade family/procreation marriage vice violence 04/18/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/09/07 Checker Rachel Mann Ballad checked 08/31/06 Transcriber Simone Chess Original transcription 9/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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OF all the spendthrifts in this Land I am the worst you see If you do but understand To take warning all by me A Man may be a good fellow And not to make away all To mind the Beer so much in the Celler, That hath brought Me to this thrall, But if ever I do get money again I will save some in store, To keep better Cloaths upon my back I never will go so poor. That Man thats always drinking Amongst the drunken Crue His estate must needs be sinking Without any more ado; That I might be an example To all that go astray, That every Man may mend his life And be warn'd by me this day For If ever I do get mony again. etc.,
I had a fine Estate of Land of my one Was worth fifty pound a year That my Father he did leave me For I was his only Heir, I sold and I morgaged it all away And made myself so poor, My Wife and my Friends could not rule me I kept drinking on so sore But if ever I do get mony again, etc. I came unto my Hostess And call'd for liquor apace She saw my money was plenty Then she smiled in my Face, If I said fill a Flagon She set two upon the score She slaber'd and kis't and sate on my Knee, A Pox on her then for a Whore. But if ever I do get mony again I will save some in store, To keep better Cloathes upon my back, I never will go so poor.
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I rambled up and down And I let my mony fly While my Wife was ready to break her heart To hear her Children cry For she was almost pin'd and starv'd Their want it was so sore, And their nakedness they scarce could hide Their poverty was so poor But if ever I do get money again, etc. At two a clock i'th morning I would come drunken home If my Wife but chance to speak a word I would kick her about the room And call her Bitch and Whore I'de abuse my one dear Wife I was a Villain for my pains To live such a wicked life But if ever I do get mony again The I got a Surfit and lay sick And lay twenty weeks and more But never an Alewife in my need Would come within my door, But my poor Wife was my best Friend Tho I had been bad with her before She suckered me unto the end And of me she took great care But if I get strength and Money again, My Wife she sold the Sheets from her Bed, And she pawn'd he Wedding Ring To releive me in my Misery To get my Health agen, O was not I woful Man To spend away my store To let my Wife & Children want at home, I was a knave therefore, If ever I do get money again. When I began get strength to mend a little I walkt to take the air, And as I went along the Town I came by my Hostises door I askt her for to trust me two pence But she deny'd me like a Whore, The mony that I have spent with her Doth grieve me very sore if ever I do get mony again
As soon as I get my Health again I'le call to work apace To maintain my Wife and Children For my Hostises are base I see who is a Mans best Friend If he be sick or sore They'l draw a Man to consume his means Then after they do not care If ever I do get money again, etc, If I get any thing under my hand again. I'le learn to be more wise I'le never be rul'd by the drunken Crew That tickled me up with lyes And carry my money home to my Wife, To mend my Childrens fare I have paid for my wit to mend my Life, For to have a better Care. If I do get money again. He runs a long race that never has end Good People understand Let every one be rul'd by their Friend, I say quite through this Land For wilful wast comes often to want With me and a great many more But the greatest grief I have wronged my wife Which troubles me wonderous sore If ever I do get money again, And so i'le have you understand Good People every one I lost my time and spent my money The more I was to blame But yet I wish all others may Take warning now by me Here is a Groatsworth of wit if ye look in it Come buy this Ballad and see, If ever I do get money again, I wlll save some in Store And keep a better House & Cloaths on our backs I will never live so poor.
This may be Printed, R.P. Printed for J. Conyers, at the Black-Raven the first shop in Fetter-Lane next Holborn. Where all Chapmen may be furnished with all sorts of small Books and Ballads.