%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> MONEY, / MONEY, my Hearts; / See here what Money do's! O Mighty Money ! / He that has Money has but Evil's Root; But he that has none has the Branches to boot. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1675-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/04/2008 21982

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4.319 R188590 2 High Boys up go we Hey, Boys, Up Go We Hi Boys, Up Go We Ienny Gin Jenny Gin Jenny Gin GOod Folks look to your Purses, / whilst I of Money sing, Pepys 4.319 Wing M2413[A] 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: 319 MONEY, / MONEY, my Hearts; / See here what Money do's! O Mighty Money ! / He that has Money has but Evil's Root; But he that has none has the Branches to boot. MONEY, MONEY, my Hearts; See here what Money do's! O Mighty Money! He that has Money has but Evil's Root; But he that has none has the Branches to boot. Money, Money, My Hearts; See Here What Money Does! Oh Mighty Money! He That Has Money Has but Evil's Root; But He That Has None Has the Branches to Boot. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?195 x 308 cropped left and right edges, uneven inking vertical rules 1675-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby. I. Deacon. I. Blare. I. Back. P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back PBA

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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 4/4/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Various Subjects advice economics/trade vice virtue 04/04/08 Transcriber Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/18/07 Checker Rachel Mann Ballad checked 01/25/07 Transcriber Talya Meyers Original transcription 9/7/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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GOod Folks look to your Purses, whilst I of Money sing, For 'tis the Curse of Curses, the want of it do's bring: But though you love your Money so, yet sometimes for a Song, You'll let some of your Money go, or else I'm in the wrong.
Money makes the Mare to go, it makes the Old Wife Trot; Money is a Friend, a Foe, and what do's Money not? Money's an Almighty thing, it makes the Rich to swagger, And makes the only differing betwixt a Prince and Beggar.
Money makes the Prodigal unto the Usurer run, For he has got the Devil and all, and that's enough for one. 'Tis Money do's the Lover spur when he would a Mistress catch; 'Tis not so much for love of her, 'tis Money makes the Match. Money makes the Lass to do what she ne'er did before; The Gallant with kind words do's wooe, but 'tis Money makes the Whore. 'Tis Money makes a Fop a Knight, and makes the Lady fine, Be she ugly, black as Night, Money will make her shine, Money is the Papist's Tool, the Protestant's likewise; 'Twill make a Wise man of a Fool, 'tis his own Paradice. Oh! Money is a precious thing, from it all Comfort springs; 'Twill out of Purgatory bring and pardon all your Sins. Money of it self do's vaunt, as Milk to Butter Churns; For it a very Protestant unto a Papist turns. Money it do's Wonders work, to it the Powers belong, To make a Christian turn a Turk, and make the Right the Wrong.
Money has made Towns to yield, which Arms could never do; Money is Master of the Field, a King and General too: More powerfull than he of France, that mighty Western Turk; When his Arms cannot advance, then Money do's the Work. Money makes your Tradesmen cheat, the Soldiers kill and slay; The Empiricks with their Patients meet and Murther more than they. The Lawyer snaps at ev'ry Hook, halted with Money o'er. The Popish Priest's a spiritual Rook, still gaping after more. Money's a Justice of the Peace, and a Peace-breaker too, If you'll have Justice you must grease, or sometimes 'twill not do. 'Tis a Peace-breaker eke I say, Love lasts whilst there is store; But when all's gone, begins a Fray, and then 'tis Rogue and Whore. Money it is ('tis often spoke) a wond'rous Charm, no doubt; I have a penny in my poke, to keep the Devil out; If then, he dares not to appear, where any Coin do's dwell, And where there's none the Devil's there, an empty Pocket's Hell.
Printed for P. Brooksby. J. Deacon. J. Blare. J. Back.