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R210947 1 I tell Thee DICK I Tell Thee, Dick I'll tell thee, Dick COme Jack, let's drink a Pot of Ale, / And I shall tell Thee such a Tale Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 The Cavaleers Complaint. The Cavaleers Complaint. The Cavalier's Complaint. ?-? Robert Crofts

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: The Cavaleers Complaint. COme Jack, lets drink a Pot of Ale, And I shall tell Thee such a Tale Will make thine Eares to ring: My Coyne is spent, my Time is lost, And I this Only Fruit can boast, That Once I saw my KING. But This doth most afflict my mind, I went to Court, in hope to find Some of my Friends in Place; And walking There, I had a fight Of all the Crew: But, by this Light, I hardly knew One Face! Slife, of so many Noble Sparkes, Who, on their Bodies, bear the Markes Of their Integritie, And sufferd Ruine of Estate; It was my damnd unhappy Fate, That I not One could see! Not One, upon my Life, among My old Acquaintance, all along At Truro, and before; And, I suppose, the Place can shew As few of Those, whom Thou didst know At Yorke, or Marston-moore. But, truly, There are swarmes of Those, Who lately were our chiefest Foes, Of Pantaloons and Muffes; Whilst the Old rusty Cavaleer Retires, or dares not once appear For want of Coyne, and Cuffes. When none of These I could descry, Who, better far deservd; Then I Calmely did reflect; Old Services, (by Rule of State) Like Almanacks, grow out of Date, What then can I expect? Troth, In contempt of Fortunes frown, Ill get me fairly out of Town, And, in a Cloyster, pray, That, since the Starres are yet unkind To Royallists, the King may find More Faithfull Friends than They.
: An Eccho to the Cavaleers Complaint. I Marvel Dick, That having been So long abroad, and having seen The World, as Thou hast done, Thou shouldst acquaint Mee with a Tale As old as Nestor, and as stale As That of Priest and Nunne! Are We to learn what is a Court? A Pageant, made for Fortunes sport, Where Merits scarce appear: For bashfull Merit only dwells In Camps, in Villages, and Cells; Alas! it dwells not There. Desert is nice in its Addresse, And Merit oftimes doth oppresse Beyond what Guilt would do: But They are sure of Their Demands, That come to Court with Golden-hands And Brazen-faces too. The King, They say, doth still professe To give His Party some Redresse, And cherish Honestie: But His good Wishes prove in vain, Whose Service, with His Servants gain, Not always doth agree. All Princes, (be They nere so wise) Are fain to see with Others Eyes, But, seldom hear at all; And Courtiers find Their interest, In Time to feather well Their Nest, Providing for Their Fall. Our Comfort doth on Time depend; Things, when They are at worst, will mend: And let Us but reflect On our Condition thother Day, When None but Tyrants bore the sway, What did We Then expect? Mean while, a calm Retreat is best: But Discontent, (if not supprest) Will breed Disloyaltie. This is the constant Note I sing, I have been Faithfull to the KING, And so shall ever be.
LONDON, Printed for Robert Crofts at the CROWN in Chancery lane. 1661.