A new song, called Jacke Doues resolution by which he doth show, that he cares not a rush how ere the world goe. To the tune of, To driue the cold winter away. Jacke Doves resolution G. B., fl. 1592-1597. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A00235 of text S113442 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1030). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A00235 STC 1030 ESTC S113442 99848676 99848676 13787 2240923612

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A00235) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 13787) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 733:07) A new song, called Jacke Doues resolution by which he doth show, that he cares not a rush how ere the world goe. To the tune of, To driue the cold winter away. Jacke Doves resolution G. B., fl. 1592-1597. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. for Iohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop in Giltspur-street at the signe of the Bible, Printed at London : [ca. 1635] Signed at end: G. B. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Verse - "To all my good friends, these presents I send,". Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A new song, called Jacke Doues resolution, by which he doth show, that he cares not a rush how ere the world goe. To the tune of, To driue the cold wi G. B., 1635 2 1004 12 0 0 0 0 0 119.52 F The rate of 119.52 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-03 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-05 Sampled and proofread 2002-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A new Song , called Jacke Doues Resolution , by which he doth show , That he cares not a rush how ere the world goe . To the tune of , To driue the cold winter away .

O all my good Friends , these presents I send , yet neyther to beg nor to craue , though some haue store , and I am but poore , I me content with that little I haue ; I le nere for my want , turne Sycophant , though many there be that doe so ) ●●t i le honest bée , loue them that loues mée , And care not how ere the world goe . though fortune frowne , I le not cast my selfe downe But mildly beare what doth fall ; ●re will make me but worse , and nere fill my purse , ●ut the day may come will mend all , ●●en t is but a folly , for that to be sorry , which must be whether I will or no ; ●●t impatience in rest , then I le hope for the best And care not how ere the world goe . why should a man care , or drowne in despaire , though his fortunes be nere so vnkind ? why should I be sad , for what I nere had , ●r foolishly trouble my mind ? 〈◊〉 I doe hate , to pine at my fate , ●here is none but fooles will doe so , 〈◊〉 and be fatte , for care kils a Catte , and I care not how ere the world goe . To sigh and to waile , what will it preuaile , or any whit better my fare , When a little good mirth , mong'st friends , is more worth , and better then a great deale of care ; Then I le chéere vp my selfe , for content is great wealth let sighing and sorrowing goe , I le laugh and be merry , with a cup of old Sherry , and care not how ere the world goe . Though many a Chuffe , hath more then enough , why should I repine at their blisse ? If I am content with what God hath sent , I thinke I doe not amisse : Let others haue wealth , so I haue my health , and money to pay what I owe , I le laugh and be merry , sing downe a downe derry , and care not how ere the world goe . I le make much of one , for when I am gone , then what s all the world unto mée ? I le not be a slaue , to that which I haue , but mong'st my friends let it flée , And least there rise debate , about my estate , when my heads laid full low , Or some knaues circumuent it , to whom I nere meant it I le spend it , how ere the world goe .
The second part , To the same tune .

SOme Men doe suppose , to goe in braue Cloathes , doth purchase a great deale of respect ; Though I am but poore , I run not on score , I thinke my selfe honestly deckt : Let others goe braue t is my owne that I haue , and I thinke they can not say so . And I like that I weare , though it cost not so deare , and I care not how ere the world goe . I 'de rather goe meane , then be like to them , which liuing in pompe and state , Maintaine all their brauerie , with priuate knauerie , getting gold at any rate : Such conscience professe , but vse nothing lesse , deceiuing the world with a show , But the time it may com will pay such knaues home . but I care not how ere the world goe . Your delicate Cates your hippocrites eates , and Wine of the best doe drinke Much money they spend , but to little end , and ne're on their end they thinke . Low Shrubbes be secure , when Cesars endure all stormes and tempests that blow , Let others rise high , but so will not I , for I care not how ere the world goe . For ambitions best sceane , is but a fine dreame , which for a time tickles the minde , And the hap of an houre , with such enuy may lowre , as may turne all ones hope into winde , Then worse then before , they may sigh and deplore to ●●e themselues cast off so low . When I all the while , doe sit and smile , and care not how ere the world goe . The flattering Curres , which fawne vpon surres , and hang on the Noble-mans becke , That crouch at their héele , whilst their bounty they féel professing al loue and respect , Yet when they doe fall , they runne away all , but I hate to dissemble so What I doe for my part , shall come from my heart , and I care not how ere the world goe . I le wrong none not I , but if some through enuy , doe wrong me without a cause , Or if me they disdaine , I le slight them againe , and reckon not of it two strawes ; Dissembling I scorne , for I am frée borne , my happinesse lies not below , Though my words they want art , I speake from m● hear● and I care not how ere the world goe .
G. B. FINIS .

Printed at London for Iohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop in Giltspur-street at the signe of the Bible