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R227314 1 Cloris, since thou art fled away, &c. Chloris, Since Thou Art Fled Away Cloris, since thou art fled away, &c. UPon the Change where Merchants meet / 'Twixt Cornhill and Thredneedle-street: MY Lodgings never are at quiet, / Another Duns me for my Diet, Have at all. Have at all. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1233 The New Courtier: The New Courtier: The New Courtier: ?-? F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger

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UPon the Change where Merchants meet Twixt Cornhill and Thredneedle-street: Where Wits of every size is hurld, To treat of all things in the World: I saw a folded Paper fall, And upon it, these words were writ, Have at all. Thought I, if Have at All it be, For ought I know, tis have at Me: And (if the consequence be true) It may as well be Have at You: Then listen pray to what I shall, In brief declare, what's written there: Have at all. SONG. I Am a Courtier, who in sport, Do come from the Utopian Court, To whisper softly in your Ear, How high we are, and what we were: To tell you all would be too much, But here and there a little touch, Have at all.
I was not many years agoe, In tater'd trim from top to toe: But now my ruind Robes are burnd, My Rags are all to Ribbons turnd: My Patches into Peeces fall, I cogg a Dye, Swagger and Lye, Have at all. Upon my Pantelonian Pate I wear a Milleners Estate: But when he Duns me at the Court, I shew him a Protection fort: Whilst he doth to Protesting fall, I cry, Dam me, Sir, you lye, Have at all. Since Venus shavd off my Hair, A powdred Perewig I wear, Which brings me in the Golden Girls, Game-Royal for Dukes, Lords and Earls: When Love doth for a cooler call, My fancy drives, at maids & wives, Have at all,
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My Lodgings never are at quiet, Another Duns me for my Diet, I had of him in Fifty three, Which I forgot, so did not he: I call him saucy Fellow, sirrah, And draw my Sword to run him tho-rough Have at all. Yet once a Friend that savd my Life, Who had a witty wanton wife, I did in (courtesie) requite, Made him a Cuckold, and a Knight: Which makes him mount like Ten-nis ball, Whilst she & I, together cry: Have at all. But yet these Citts are subtile Slaves, Most of them Wits, and knowing Knaves; We get their Children, and they do, From us get Lands, and Lordships too: And tis most fit in those affairs The Lands should go to the right hairs Have at all.
A Souldier I directly hate: A Cavelier once broke my Pate With Cane in hand he overcome me And took away my Mistress from me: For I confess I love a Wench Be she English, Irish, Dutch, or French Have at all. A Souldiers life is not like mine I will be Plump when he shall Pine? My Projects carry stronger force Then all their Armed Foot and Horse: What though his morter-peeces roar My Chimney-peeces shall do more: Have at all. Thus I have given you in short A Courtier of Utopian Court. I Write not of Religion, For (to tell truly) we have none. If any me to Question call, With pen or Sword, Hab Nabs the Word Have at all.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.