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T44050 1 The New Pack of Cards UNKNOWN The New Pack of Cards HOW now! good Fellow, what all amort? / I prithee tell me what is the news? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 472 3: 473 Poor ROBIN's DREAM / Commonly called / POOR CHARITY. Poor ROBIN’s DREAM: Commonly called POOR CHARITY. Poor Robin's DREAM: Commonly called POOR CHARITY. 1728-1728

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HOW now! good Fellow, what all amort? I prithee tell me what is the news? Trading is dead, and Im sorry fort. Which makes me look worse than I use. If a Man has no Employment whereby to get a Penny, He has no Enjoyment, if that he wanteth Money, And Charity is not usd by any. I have nothing to spend, nor Ive nothing to lend, Having nothing to do, I tarried ar home, Sitting in my Chair. I drew near to the Fire, Where I fell asleep like an idle Drone. And as I slept, I fell into a Dream, I saw a Play acted without eer a Theme, But I could not tell what the Play did mean. But afterwards I did plainly perceive, And something more I did understand; The Stage was the World wherein we live, And the Actors were all Mankind.
And when the Plays ended, the Stage down they fling. There will be no Difference in this Thing Between a Beggar and a King. The first that acted I do protest Was Time with a Glass and a Scythe in his Hand, With the Globe of the World upon his Breast, To shew how the same he could command. Theres a Time for to work, and a Time for to play, A Time for to borrow, and a Time for to pay, And a Time that will call us all away. Conscience in Order first takes Place, And very gallantly plays his Part: He fears not to fly in a Rulers Face, Although it cuts him to the Heart: He tell them all, that this is the latter Age, Which put the Actors into such a Rage, That they kickd poor Conscience off the Stage.
Plain-Dealing presently appears, In Habit like to a simple Man. The Actors at him did mock and jeer; Pointing their Fingers as they ran. How came this Fellow into our Company? Away with him, many a gallant did cry, For Plain-Dealing will a Beggar die. Dissimulation mounted the Stage, But he was cloathed in gallant Attire. He was acquainted with Youth and Age; Many his Company did desire: And they entertaind him in their very Breast, For there he could have Harbour, and quietly rest, Since Dissemblers and Turn-Coats fare the best. Then cometh in poor Charity: Methought she looked very old. She quiverd and quakd most piteously. It grievd me to think she lookd so cold. She had been in the City, and in the Country, Amongst the Lawyers, and the Nobility, But there was no Room for poor Charity. Then comes in Truth, not cloathed in Wool, But like unto a Youth in his Lawn Sleeves. And said the Land it it full, full, full, Too full of Rebels, worse than Thieves. The Citys full of Poverty, the Country full of Pride. Fanaticks full of Envy, who Order cant abide, And the Usurers Bags are full beside. Hark! how Bellonas Drums they do beat, Methinks they go rattling through the Town. Hark! how they thunder through the Street, As though theyd shake the Chimnies down. Then came in Mars, the great God of War. Ahd bid us Face about, and be as we were. But when I awoke, I sat in my Chair.
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