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The second part. To the same tune.
[illustration]
Baylifes and Serieants
all pittifull be,
And to the poore debtors
lends money most free.
And wait in the Tauerne,
vntill they agree,
Not taking one penny
in lieu of their fee.
Oh this is a siluer age,
Oh this is a fauourable age.
The honest true Hostler
repenting his sins,
Now careth for money,
no more then for pine,
The size of his prouander
iustly begins,
As bring Lady conscience
••o ••ll ou•• good Innes.
Oh this is a siluer age,
Oh this is a m••nding age.
Old frau•• and false ••eal••ng
〈◊〉〈◊〉 changed their ••••tty,
At Aldermans houses
for Porter stands pitty:
With gentle charity,
smiling most pretty,
To giue to poore people,
the loue of the City.
Oh this is a siluer age,
Oh this is a mercifull age.
The wise and the husband,
vnquiet before:
To win the old bréeches,
will quarrell no more:
For feare of the Begger
that stands at the doore.
For quiet true concord,
brings plentifull store.
Oh this is a siluer age,
Oh this is a friendly age.
Now Lady Pecunia,
growes out of regard,
and turn'd from the Chamber,
into the cold yard:
And from all true good men,
she well may be spar'd,
When such an age changed,
yet neuer was heard.
Oh this is a siluer age,
Oh this is a wondring age.
FINIS.