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ALL you that fathers be, look on my misery, Let not affection fond work your extremity, For to advance my son in marriage wealthily, I have my self undone without all remedy. I that was wont to live uncontrould any way, With many checks & taunts am grieved every day: Alack and woe is me I that might late command, Cannot have a bit of bread but at my Childrens hand. While I was wont to sit chief at the tables end, Now like a Servant slave must I on them attend, I must not come in place where their friends merry be, Lest I should my son disgrace with my unreverency, my Coughing in the night offends my daughter in law, my Deafness and ill-sight doth much disliking draw. Fye on this doting fool, this crooked Churl (quoth she) The Chimney corner still must with him troubled be, I must rise from my Chair to give my children place. I must speak servants fair, this is my woful case. Unto their friends they tell (I must not say they lie) That they do keep me here even of meer charity.
When I am sick in bed they will not come me nigh, Each day they wish me dead yet say ill never die: O Lord ant be thy will look on my woful case, No honest man before ever took such disgrace. This was the Old-mans plaint every night & day, With woe he waxed faint, but mark what I shall say. This rich and dainty pair, the young-man and his wife, Tho clogd with golden coin, yet led a grievous life. Seven years they married were, and yet in all that space, God sent them neer an heir their Riches to embrace: Thus did their sorrow breed, joy was from them exild, Quoth she, a hundred pound would I give for a Child, to have a joyful Child of my own body. Full oft I am revild of this my barren womb, much Physick did she take to make a fruitful Soil, And with access thereof her body she did spoil. Full of grief, full of pain, full of each grew she then, that she cries out amain, seek for some cunning men, that I my health may have, I will no money spare. But that which she did crave never fell to her share.
Alack alack, she said, what torments I live in, How well are they apaid that truly ease can win: So that I had my health, and from this pain was free, I would give all my wealth that blessed day to see. O that my health I had, tho I were neer so poor, I card not tho I went begging from door to door, fie on this muck, quoth she, it cannot pleasure me, in this my woful case and great extremity. thus lived she long in pain, all comfort from her fled, She strangled at the last her self within the bed. Her husband full of grief consumed wofully, His body pind away, suddenly he did die. Ere thirteen years was past dyd he without a will, And by this means at last the Old man, living still, Enjoyd his Land at last, after much misery, Many Years after that livd he most happily, far richer than before, by this means was he known He helpt the sick and sore, the poor-man overthrown. But this was all his Song, let all men understand, those Parents are accurst, lives on their childrens hand.
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