%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Trades-men's Lamentation; / OR, / A Discourse between WILL the Weaver, and RICHARD the / Glover, concerning the Dullness of their Trades: Together with / William's Chearful hopes of seeing the Blessed Sun of Prosperity to shine / once more upon this Land. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1688 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/04/2008 21977

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4.315 R187519 1 A Touch of the Times A Touch of the Times AS William one morning was walking the street, / With his Neighbour Richard he happen'd to meet; For Trading is dead, I have nothing to do. [stanzas 1-6; with variations] And flourish much better than ever before. [stanzas 7-9; with variations] date from imprint Pepys 4.315 Rollins (1) III:315-318; Wing T2009A 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: 315 THE / Trades-men's Lamentation; / OR, / A Discourse between WILL the Weaver, and RICHARD the / Glover, concerning the Dullness of their Trades: Together with / William's Chearful hopes of seeing the Blessed Sun of Prosperity to shine / once more upon this Land. THE Trades-men's Lamentation; OR, A Discourse between WILL the Weaver, and RICHARD the Glover, concerning the Dullness of their Trades: Together with William's Chearful hopes of seeing the Blessed Sun of Prosperity to shine once more upon this Land. The Tradesmen's Lamentation; Or, a Discourse between Will the Weaver, and Richard the Glover, Concerning the Dullness of Their Trades: Together with William's Cheerful Hopes of Seeing the Blessed Sun of Prosperity to Shine Once More upon this Land. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 212 x 282 cropped right and bottom edges horizontal and vertical rules 1688 Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur- / street, without Newgate, 1688. J. Deacon Weinstein: imprint

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AS William one morning was walking the street, With his Neighbour Richard he happen'd to meet; Then taking each other fast hold by the Hand, They for a short time there disputing did stand: I prithee, quoth William, what News do you hear? Faith, none that is good, as i'le make it appear; Which makes my poor Visage look pitiful blew, For Trading is dead, I have nothing to do. I went to the Market to utter my Ware, But could take no Money when as I came there: Where-ever I Travel the City about, All Men are unwilling their Coin to lay out: This troubles me sore, and I being poor, I have not so much as a Penny in store; My Sorrows are many, as I tell to you, Trading being dead, I have nothing to do.
Why Neighbour, quoth William, it is my own case, And other poor Tradesmen in every-place, Whose Family's large, and their substance but small, And none but their Care to maintain them withal: I well may relate, their sorrows are great, To think of their present deplorable state; All Mirth is departed, and Troubles renew, For Trading is dead we have nothing to do. All over the Nation strange Stories are told, And one by the other is often Controul'd: Some said that the Dutch-men are come to the shore, And others declar'd they wou'd never come o're: Thus we cou'd scarce find, two Men of a mind, But what did both waver and turn with the Wind; But here is one thing which we find is too true, All Trading is dead, there is nothing to do.
Rich Misers now turns all their Silver to Gold, And those that have Houses do wish they were sold; And therefore dear Neighbour, I heartily fear, We shall have but pittiful Trading this Year: But let Heaven Crown, this Land with renown, And pull all the Force of our Enemies down, For now at the present Care makes us look blew, For Trading is dead, we have nothing to do. While poor Men has scarce e're a penny to use, The Rich are in fear they their Treasure shall loose. Dame Fortune she hands forth her Favours to such, That some has too little, and others too much; Yet out of their store, they'll not pity the poor; But still will be having, and craving for more; Out of poor Mens labours they something will screw We having but little or nothing do. Tho' now from our Foes a dark Cloud does appear, E're long we may have our Element clear; The Sun in much Glory and Splendor may shine, And e'ery man eat the fruit of his own Vine: This cannot long last, our Foes we may blast; For when all this Storm and the Tempest is past, Instead of bad Trading, we then shall have store, And flourish much better than ever before. Let's wait but with patience, we hope to subdue Those Troubles and Cares, with our Enemies too; The Earth in abundance brings forth her increase, We want nothing here but the Blessing of peace: Therfore my dear Friend, our Lives let's amend, That Heaven unto this great Land may extend, Toe Blessing of peace all our Joys to restore, And flourish more better than ever before. Altho' our Trouble may seem to last long, Yet if God stands for us, who can do us wrong? This Nation and People I hope he'll defend From all kind of Dangers unto the Worlds end; Then now let us pray, for this happy day, Wherein all our troubles may vanish away; The Joys of this Kingdom in peace to restore, To flourisn more better then ever before.
This may be Printed. R. P. Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur- street, without Newgate, 1688.