There be many rich men both Yeomen and Gentry, That for their owne private gaine hurt a whole Countrey: By closing free Commons, yet they'le make as though Twere for common good, but I know &c. There be divers Papists that to save their Fine, Come to Church once a moneth to heare Service Divine: The Pope gives them power, as they say, to doe so They save money by't too but I know &c. There be many Upstarts that spring from the Cart, Who gotten to th' Court play the Gentleman's part: Their fathers were plaine men, they scorne to be so, They think themselves brave but I know &c. There be many Officers men of great place, To whom, if one sue for their favour and grace, He must bribe their servants while they make as though They know no such thing, but I know &c. There be many Women that seem very pure, A kisse from a stranger they'le hardly endure: They are like Lucretia, modest in show. I will accuse none, but I know &c. Likewise there be many dissembling men, That seeme to hate Drinking and Women, yet when They meet with a Wench to the Taverne they'le goe, They are civill all day but I know &c. There be many Batchelors that to beguile Beleeving kind Lasses, use many a wile, They all sweare that they love, when they meane nothing so, And boast of these tricks but I know &c. There's many an Usurer, that like a Drone, Doth idly live upon his moneys Lone: From Tens unto Hundreds his money doth grow, He sayes he doth good, but I know &c. There be many Gallants that goe in gay Rayment, For which the Taylor did never receive payment; They ruffle it out with a gorgeous show, Some take them for Knights, but I know &c. There be many Rorers that swagger and rore, As though they in the warres had been, seven yeeres or more: And yet they never lookt in the face of a Foe; They seeme gallant Sparkes but I know &c. There's many both Women and Men that appeare With beautifull Outsides the Worlds eyes to bleare: But all is not Gold that doth glister in show, They are fine with a Pox, but I know &c. There's many rich Trades-men who live by Deceit, And in Weight and Measure the poore they doe cheat, They'le not sweare an Oath but indeed, I, and No, They truly protest, but I know &c. There be many people so given to strife, That they'le goe to Law for a two-penny Knife, The Lawyers ne're aske them why they doe so, He gets by their hate, but I know &c. I know there be many will carpe at this Ballet, Because it is like sowre Sawce to their Pallet; But he, shee, or they, let me tell ere I goe, If they speak against this Song I know what I know. FINIS. Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke.[F. 153]