%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Cavaliers Complaint. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1660-1660 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/17/2018 36241

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

R171122 1 I'le tell thee / Dick. &c. I'll Tell Thee, Dick, Where I Have Been I'll Tell Thee, Dick, etc. COme Jack, let's drinke 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. : The Cavaliers Complaint. The Cavalier's Complaint. 1660-1660

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 10/17/2018 11:26:58 AM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl G Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction / health alcohol Americas animals / nature Bible / biblical figures buildings / architecture catastrophe children class clothing / appearance country / nation crime death economics / commerce entertainments family Featured folklore gender holidays / seasons infidelity labor / craft law London love maritime marriage military / war monstrosity mythology / Classical news nobility / court politics / government procreation punishment race / ethnicity religious concepts religious figures religious groups royalty rural life servitude sex / sexuality supernatural / magic travel trickery / deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgar humor youth / age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 10/17/2018 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America country / nation nobility / court politics / government royalty Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 10/17/2018 11:26:58 AM XBallad Messner, Milena Created XML Version of Ballad 10/17/2018 11:26:58 AM Transcription Supervisor McCants, Kristen Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/17/2018 11:26:58 AM Double-Key Comparison and Merging Adkison, Katie Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/17/2018 11:26:58 AM Transcriptionist Two White, Jessica Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/17/2018 11:26:58 AM Transcriptionist One McCants, Kristen Transcription of ballad manuscript 8/20/2018 Checker Minh Hua Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 1/23/2017 Bibliographer Kristen McCants Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Cavaliers Complaint.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To the Tune of, <hi rend="bold">I'le tell thee</hi></hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="bold"><hi rend="italic">Dick. Etc.</hi></hi></seg>
COme Jack, let's drinke 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 sight, Of all the Crew, but by this light I hardly knew one face. S'life of so many Noble Sparkes, Who on their Bodies beare the markes Of their Integrity: And suffred ruine of Estate, It was my base 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, Whose Chins are beardlesse, yet their Hose And backsides still weare Muffes: Whil'st the old rusty Cavaliers, Retires or dares not once appeare, For want of Coyne and Cuffes. When none of those I could descry, Who better farre deserv'd then I, I calmely did reflect: Old Servants by rule of State, Like Almanacks grow out of date, What then can I expect? Troth in contempt of Fortunes frowne, I'le get me fairely out of Towne, And in a Cloyster pray: That since the Starres are yet unkind To Royalists, the King may find, More faithfull Friends then they.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">An Echo to the Cavaliers</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Complaint.</hi></seg>
I Marvaile Dick that having beene, So long abroad, and having seene The World as thou hast done: Thou shouldst acquaint me with a Tale, As old as Nestor, and as stale, As that of Priest and Nunne. Are we to learne what is a Court? A Pageant made for Fortunes sport, Where merits scarce appeare: For bashfull merits only dwels In Camps, in Villages, and Cels, Alas it comes not there. Desert is nice in it's addresse, And merit oft times doth oppresse, Beyond what guilt would doe: But they are sure of their Demands, That come to Court with Golden hands, And brazen faces too. The King indeed doth still professe, To give his Party soone Redresse, And cherish Honesty: But his good wishes prove in vaine, Whose service with his Servants gaine, Not always doth agree. All Princes be they ne're so wise, Are faine to see with other eyes, But seldome heare 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 'tother day, When none but Tyrants bore the sway, What did we then expect? Meanewhile a calme retreat is best, But discontent if not supprest, Will breed Disloyalty: This is the constant note I'le sing, I have been faithfull to the King, And so shall live and dye.
FINIS. LONDON, Printed, 1660.