%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A light hearts A Iewell. Or, / The honest good blade who a free heart doth carry, / And cares for nothing but to haue's owne vagary. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1602-1602 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30152

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

R214420 2 Jacke Puddings vagary UNKNOWN Jack Pudding's Vagary the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune ALL you that merry lives doe lead, / although your meanes bee little, NO Bowling Alley Rooke am I, / that sweareth all by dam mee, to haue mine owne vagary. [with variation] those fit not my vagary. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 210 1: 211 A light hearts A Iewell. Or, / The honest good blade who a free heart doth carry, / And cares for nothing but to haue's owne vagary. A light hearts A Jewell. Or, The honest good blade who a free heart doth carry, And cares for nothing but to have’s owne vagary. A light heart's A Jewel. Or, The honest good blade who a free heart doth carry, And cares for nothing but to have his own vagary. 1602-1602 I. Wright

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 4/18/2011 4:09:04 PM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/ health alcohol animals/ nature Bible/ biblical figures buildings/ architecture catastrophe children class clothing/ appearance country/ nation crime death economics/ commerce entertainments family folklore gender holidays/ seasons infidelity labor/ craft law London love maritime marriage military/ war monstrosity mythology/ Classical news nobility/ court politics/ government procreation punishment race/ ethnicity 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 youth/ age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 4/18/2011 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America class virtue Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 4/18/2011 4:09:04 PM XBallad Doss, MacKenzie Created XML Version of Ballad 4/18/2011 4:09:04 PM Transcription Supervisor McAbee, Kristina, Nebeker, Eric Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/18/2011 4:09:04 PM Double-Key Comparison and Merging Mann, Rachel Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/18/2011 4:09:04 PM Transcriptionist Two Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/18/2011 4:09:04 PM Transcriptionist One Becker, Charlotte Transcription of ballad manuscript 9/22/2010 Checker Shannon Meyer Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 7/9/2008 Bibliographer Giles Bergel Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created 10/27/2008 Checker Meghan Fadel Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 1/24/2011 Checker Bethany Wong Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 1/24/2011 Checker Bethany Wong Edited Ballad Catalogue Record
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">A light hearts A Jewell.</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">Or,</hi></hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The honest good blade who a free heart doth carry,</hi></seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">And cares for nothing but to haves owne vagary.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To the tune of <hi rend="bold">Jacke Puddings</hi> vagary.</hi></seg>
ALL you that merry lives doe lead, although your meanes bee little, That seldome are oreseene in bread, nor take much thought for vittle: Attend while Ile exemplyfie, the mind that I doe carry, I take delight both morne and night, to have mine owne vagary. Though fortune have not lent me wealth as shee hath done to many, Yet while Ive liberty and health, Ile bee as blith as any: Ile beare an honest upright heart, theres none shall prove contrary, Yet now and then Abroad Ile start, and have mine owne vagary. No base profession will I chuse, thereby to get my living, No Kent-street maunding will I use, my minds more bent to giving: I will not say Im this and that, with bug Beare boasts to scare ye, Let Coxcombs prate they know not what, Ile have mine owne vagary. I am no Graves-end Travailour, No teller of strange storyes, No forger of Corantos nor, a man that evermore is Extolling of his owne deserts, and with proud words will dare ye, Let such as these are act their parts, Ile have mine owne vagary.
I am no haunter of the Playes, to picke poore peoples purses, Nor one that every word he saies, doth coyne new oathes and curses: If I doe runne on Tapsters scores, to pay them I am wary, Let others spend their means on whoors, I love mine owne vagary. I am no blade nor Roaring Boy, aboading in they City, No Whiske, no Lift, nor no Decoy, nor one that asks for pitty: My educations not the best, yet such a heart I carry, That what my humour cant disgest, it fits not my vagary. No City Shuffler scarce of age, to have what fate hath left me, No haire braind Asse thats full of rage, reason hath not bereft me: No great Bum-Bayly that may fright, my fearefull adversary, But one that loves and takes delight, to have his owne vagary. No Usurer that hords up trash, nor yet a noted Spender, No borrowing Sharke that never payes, but to a Friend a Lender: No Petyfog, nor Common-bayle, For no such fellowes care I, In honest sort Ile never faile, to have mine owne vagary.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part, To the same tune.</hi></seg>
NO Bowling Alley Rooke am I, that sweareth all by dam mee, By such Ile not ore reached bee, In this theirs none can blame mee: No swaggering Pimp that champion is, to Dole, to Kate, and Sary, I hate such slavish Offices, those fit not my vagary. Those painefull Swaines that on the greene, doe dayly take their pleasure, The pleasantst life that can bee seene, though not so stord with treasure: When Husband-men and Sheapheard Swaines, with Lasses of the Dary, Doe sportingly trip ore the Plaines, O that fits my vagary. I care not to weare Gallant raggs, and owe the Taylour for them, I care not for those vaunting brags, I ever did abhorre them: What to the world I seeme to bee, no man shall prove contrary, My Suites shall suite to my degree, O that fits my vagary. I care not for those scarre Crow blades, whose valour lyes in speeches, That in discourse of manhood wades, oft-times above their reaches: If I have not a minde to fight, Ile urge no adversary, When word and deed both jump aright, O that fits my vagary.
I care not for the Broakers Booke, my names not there inrouled, I nothing owe, therefore I looke, by none to be controuled: I doe not feare the Sergeants Mace, walke by the Counter dare I, And looke a Bayliffe in the face, O this is my vagary. I care not much in company, to spend what is allotted, Ile drinke but for sufficiency, Ile never bee besotted: When I doe feele my spirits dull, a cup of old Canary Will fill my heart with courage full, and this is my vagary. I care not for sad malecontent, that is the bane of nature, I love good honest merryment, and Ile despise no creature: Thats for my use and sustinence, and still I will bee wary, Least I exceed in my expence, that fits not my vagary. Still will I have an honest care, that none lyes wronged by mee, Ile not build Castles in the ayre, whoever lists to try me, Shall find in all thats promisd heere, not any word contrary, I envious censure doe not feare, Ile have mine owne vagary.
Printed at London for J. Wright, dwelling in Gilt-spur street.