A fooles bolt is soone shot Good friends beware, I'me like to hit yee, what ere you be heer's that will fit yee; which way soeuer that you goe, at you I ayme my bolt and bowe. To the tune of, Oh no no no not yet.

A Fooles Bolt is soone shot . Good Friends beware , I 'me like to hit yee , What ere you be heer 's that will fit yee ; Which way soeuer that you goe , At you I ayme my Bolt and Bowe . To the Tune of , Oh no no no not yet .

STand wide my Masters , and take heed , for feare the Foole doth hit yée , If that you thinke you shall be shot , I d'e wish you hence to get yee ; My Bowe you see stands ready bent , to giue each one their lot , Then haue amongst you with my Bolts , for now I make a shot . He that doth take delight in Lawe , and euer to be brangling , Would he like to the Bells were hang'd , that loues still to be iangling ; His Lawyers purse he fills with Coine , himselfe hath nothing got , And proues a begger at the last , at him I make a shot . Who all the wéeke 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 egge , at him I make a shot . 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 Qeanes , doth make himselfe a sot , May in a Spittle chance to dye , at him I make a shot . He that is apt to come in bands for euery common friend , May shake a begger by the hand , and pay the debt it 'h 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 . 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 liue at libertie , at him I make a shot .

The Second Part. To the same Tune .

THe Miser that gets wealth great store , and wretc●edly doth liue , In 's life is like to starue himselfe , at 's death he all doth giue Unto some Prodigall , or Foole , that spends all he hath got , With griping vsury and paine , at him I make a shot . He that doth early rise each morne , and worketh hard all day , When he comes home can not come in , his Wife is gone to play ; And lets her to drinke and spend all the moneys which he got , Shall weare my Coxcombe and my Bell , and at him heer s a shot . An Old-man for to dote in age vpon a Wench that s young , Who hath a nimble wit and eye , with them a pleasing tongue , Acteons plume I greatly feare will fall vnto his lot , That stoutely in his crest he 'le beare , at him I make a shot . A Widow that is richly left , that will be Ladifide , And to some Gull or Roaring-boy she must be made a Bride , His Cloathes at Broakers he hath hir'd himselfe not worth a groat , That basts her hide and spends her meanes at her I make a shot . A Mayden that is faire , and rich , and young , yet is so proud , That ●auour vnto honest men by no meanes can be low'd ; And thus she spends her chiefest prime , refusing her good lot , In youth doth scorne in age is scornd , at her I make a shot . But she that wanton is and fond , that fast and loose will play , When that her reconings are cast vp , must for it soundly pay , And may the Father chance to séeke of that which she hath got , Besides her standing in a shéete , at her I make a s●●t . Who spends his time in youth away , to be a Seruing-man , Dotd seldome grow for to be rich , doe he the best he can ; And then when age doth come , God knows this Man hath nothing got , But is turnd out amongst the dogges , at him I make a shot . He that doth sell his Lands away , an Office for to buy , May kéepe a quarter for a time , but will a begger dye ; For he hath sold his Lambes good man , and younger Shéepe hath got , Although he thinke himselfe so wise , at him I make a shot . He that will goe vnto the Sea , and may liue well on shore , Although he venture life and goods , may hap to come home poore , Or by the Foe be made a Slaue , with all that he hath got , Whose Limbes in péeces are all torne , at him I make a shot . Those that their Parents doe reiect , and makes of them a scorne , Who wishes then with griefe and woe they neuer had béen borne ; For portion they may Twelue-pence haue beside a heauy lot , For disobedience ordaind , at them I make a shot . The Parents which their Child brings vp to haue their owne frée will , The wise and antient Salomon doth say they them will spill : And when correction comes too late , they wish they 'd nere béen got : But for their folly which is past , at them I make a shot . They that continue still in sinne , and thinke they nere shall dye , Deferring off repentance still , and liues in iollitie , Death quickly comes and ceases them , and then it is their lot In hells hot flame for to remaine , at them I make a shot . And so farewell my Masters all , God send 's a merry méeting ; Pray be not angry with the Foole that thus to you sends gréeting : And if that any haue 〈◊〉 and saies I did not hit them , It is because my Bolts are spent , but I le haue more to fit them . FINIS . T.F.