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ON a time I was great, now little Im grown, A mimick of MULTUM IN PARVO; Im buryd alive in a cloister of stone, Some say it is what I deserve O. In what they say there is something of truth, I have been a wild and extravagant youth, Some hundreds I have spent on Rachel and Ruth, But now I have got into Limbo. The song that I sing is absolute true Then mark well my woeful condition, It is of myself (Give the devil his due) I hope it may make an impression On the heart of all Prodigal beaus; For friend, let me tell you under the Rose, Those whom you feasted will be your worse foes, If ever you get into Limbo. My Father and Mother tis very well known, They left me abundance of riches, But I was so wild and extravagant grown, That I daily furnishd my breeches With guineas, and then to the tavern Id stray, As fine as a fool, or a fop at a play, I thought in my heart it would never be day, Till now I am got into Limbo. My Father he left me five hundred a year, My Mother she left me her jointure; And every acre from mortgage was clear, But I was for bottle and pint, sir: So field after field to market I sent, My lands was morgaged and money I spent, My heart was hardend it would not relent, Until I got into Limbo. My goods with abundance of old fashiond plan, In short I sent packing together, And set myself up in a pageant of state, With my powderd wig, hat, and feather, With hounds, hawks, and whores making my brags, I rambled about till I emptied my bags, So all my gay cloathing was turned to rags, And now Im fast-locked in Limbo. I used to vaunt as if I would fly, And strut like a crow in a Gutter; The people would cry as I did pass by, There goes Sir Fopling Flutter: Then top and top-gallant I hoisted my sails, With fringed cravat and wig of two tails: But now I am ready to gnaw my own nails, Confind to my chamber in Limbo. My time and my money I woefully spent, On furbelowd Ladies of pleasure; The cunning young gypsies would sit and invent, Which way for to squander my treasure. Watever they asked I would presently get, Rich garments or dainties my palates to fit, Thus made a mere fool of an absolute wit, But now I have got into Limbo. I once kept a brace of as delicate Jades As ever brought Ninepence to Nothing; My credit I morgagd to several trades, To keep them in meat, drink, and cloathing. The goldsmith for Jewels, lockets, and rings, And others for laces, and rich bridle-strings, I pleasurd my doxies with fifty fine things, For which I have got into Limbo.