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A FOOL'S BOLT IS SOON SHOT
His Lawyers purse he fills with Coine,
himselfe hath nothing got, And proues a begger at the last,
at him I make a shot.
3   Who all the weeke doth worke full hard,
and moyle both night and day, Will in a trice spend all his coine,
and foole his meanes away, In drinking and in rioting,
at pipe and at the pot, Whose braines are like an adled eggc,
at him I make a shot.
4   The Prodigall that is left rich,
that wastes his state away, In wantones and surfeting,
in gaming and in play, And spends his meanes on Whores and Queanes,
doth make himselfe a sot, May in a Spittle chance to dye,
at him I make a shot.
5   He that is apt to come in bands
for euery common friend, May shake a begger by the hands1,
and pay the debt i'th2 end, By selling Goods and Lands away,
or in a Prison rot, Where none will pitty his poore case,
at him I make a shot.
6   The Man that wedds for greedy wealth,
he goes a fishing faire, But often times he gets a Frog,
or very little share; And he that is both young and free,
and marries an old Trot, When he might Hue at libertie,
at him I make a shot. 1 2>#/hand.                        2 Textit'h.
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