The greedy Curmudgin sits all the day snudging[F. 179] at home with browne bread and small beare, To Coffer up wealth, he starveth himselfe, scarce eats a good meale in a yeare. But I'le not do so, how ere the world go so long as I have money in store I scorne for to faile, go fil us more Ale, for he that made three made four. Why sit you thus sadly, because I call madly, I meane not to leave in the lurch, My reckoning Ile pay ere I go away, else hang me as high as a Church. Perhaps you will say, this is not the way, they must pine that in this world will thrive, No matter for that, wee'le laugh and be fat, for he that made foure made five. To those my good friends my love so extends, I cannot truely expresse it; When with you I meet, your words are so sweet, I am unwilling to misse it. I hate all base slaves that their money saves, and all those that use base tricks, For with joviall blades, I'm merry as the Maids, for he that made five made six. Then drink about round till sorrow be dround, and let us sing hey downe a derry, I cannot endure, to sit thus demure, for hither I came to be merry. Then plucke up a good heart before we depart, with my Hostesse we will make it even, For I am set a madding, and still will be adding, for he that made six made seven. Sad mellancholly will bring us to folly, and this is deaths principall magent, (_sic_) But this course I will take, it never shall make me looke otherwise than an agent. And in more content my time shall be spent, and I'le pay every man his right, Then hostesse go fill, and stand not so still, for he that made seven made eight. At home I confesse, with my wife honest _Besse_, I practise good husbandry well, I follow my calling, to keep me from falling; my neighbours about me that dwell Wil praise me at large for maintaining my charge, but when I to drinking incline I scorne for to shrinke, go fetch us more drinke, for he that made eight made nine. Then while we are here, wee'le drinke Ale & Beer, and freely our money wee'le spend, Let no man take care, for paying his share, if need be I'le pay for my friend. Then Hostesse make haste, and let no time waste, you're welcome all, kind Gentlemen, Never fear to Carowse, while there is beere in the house, for he that made nine made ten. Then Hostesse be quicker, and bring us more liquor, and let no attendance be missing, I cannot content me, to see the pot empty, a full cup is well worth the kissing. Then Hostesse go fetch us some, for till you do come, we are of all joyes bereaven, You know what I mean, make haste, come again, for he that made ten, made eleven.