A PENNY WORTH OF WIT.
PART. I.
HERE iſ a penny worth of wit,
- for thoſe that never went aſtray
If warnining they will take by it,
- 'twill do them good another day.
It is a touchſtone of the love,
- betwixt a harlot and a Wife.
The former doth deſtruction prove,
- the latter yields the joy of life.
As in this book you may behold,
- ſet forth by famious Willian Lane;
A wealthy merchant brave and bold,
- who did a harlot long maintain,
Although a virtuous Wife he had,
- likewiſe a youthful daughter dear
Which might have made his heart full glad,
- yet ſeldom wou'd he them come near.
The treaſure which he tradded for,
- on the tempeſtious ocean wide,
His Harlot had he had brought it her,
- But nothing to his virtuous Bride.
The fineſt ſilks that could be bought,
- nay, jewelſ, robes, diamonds, rings,
He to his wanton Harlot brought,
- with many other coſtly things.
She Still receiv'd him with a ſmile,
- when he came from the raging ſeas,
And ſaid with words as ſmooth as Oil.
- my deareſt come and take thy eaſe.
To thy ſoft bed of linnen fine,
- thou art welcome love ſaid ſhe,
Both I and all that e'er was mine,
- ſhall ſtill at thy devotion be.
He brought two hundred pounds of gold,
- and after that two hundred more.
