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Pleasant and Diver tive. 87
But what's become of the Estate,
The which your Father left of late ;
You have no care for to spare, but to spend,
Till you bring ev'ry thing to an end :
You'll Drink away your Health, and Dice away your
Wealth,
Come along, &c.
Come you Quack-salvers that do kill
Sometimes a Patient by your Skill ;
You will urge them to Purge and let Blood,
You will tell that it will do them good :
You will ease them of their Purse, tho' their Bodies
be the worse,
Come along, &c.
Come you Ladies that do wear
More Fashions than Sundays in the Year ;
With your Locks, Ribbond Knots, and silk Roses ;
With your Spots on your Face and your Noses :
Your bear Breasts and your Back, discover what you
lack,
Come along, &c.
Come you Tradesmen of the City,
That are so Cunning and so Witty;
I would know how you grow Rich so fast,
You will swear you sell your Ware for less than't cost :
Or else you'll give the buying, but I'll not believe the
thing,
Come along, &c.
Come along you Puritan,
That make your self a Holy Man ;
Tho' you lift up your Eyes when you Pray,
And frequent Four Sermons in a Day :
Under pretence of pure Life, and yet will Kiss your
Neighbour's Wife,
Come along, &c.
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