The Golden age, or, An Age of plaine-dealing to a pleasant new court tune, or, Whoope doe me no harme good man. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A09286 of text S4116 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 196.5). 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 A09286 STC 196.5 ESTC S4116 23199496 ocm 23199496 26382 2240908289

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A09286) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 26382) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1806:3) The Golden age, or, An Age of plaine-dealing to a pleasant new court tune, or, Whoope doe me no harme good man. [2] p. : ill. Printed for I.T., At London : [ca. 1625] In double columns. In two parts. Imprint taken from colophon. Date of imprint suggested by STC (2nd ed.). Without music. Reproduction of original in the Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English. eebo The golden age: or, an age of plaine-dealing to a pleasant new court tune: or, Whoope doe me no harme good man. [no entry] 1625 2 898 4 0 0 0 1 0 155.9 F The rate of 155.9 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Golden Age : Or , An Age of plaine-dealing . To a pleasant new Court tune : Or , Whoope doe me no harme good man .
COme grant me , come lend me your listning eares : The golden Age now again● plainely appeares , Carowse away sorrow , and fling away feares , Leaue your wife wealthy , Shee 'l neuer shead teares : Oh this is a golden Age , Oh this is a Iouiall Age , The bountifull Lawyer that neuer doth wrong , To plead poore mens cases for price of a song , Who is by bright Angels still guided along , For twenty two shillings , Hee 'le lend you his tongue , To plead in this golden Age , Oh this is a Iouiall Age. The Ladies haue put away painting and pride , The foolish French fashion they cannot abide , Without Maske or Caroches , they ciuilly ride , And to the poore people Their purses ope wide : Oh this is a bountifull Age , Oh this is a liberall Age. Base dealing is banisht , and women growne chaste , And by their owne Husbands will scarce be imbrac'd , And will not their times in idlenesse waste , For feare in their carriage Thou should be disgrac●d : Oh this is an honest Age , Oh this is a hopefull Age. Your Cittizens bounty is growne now of late , To raise a poore Gallants decayed estate , Hee 'l vtter his wares at a reasonable rate , And vnto all commers Keepe open his gate : Oh this is a bountifull Age , Oh this is a liberall Age. The valourous Souldiers stout manhood is spred ▪ With armes on his backe , and Helmet on 's head , With Pike and with Musket ▪ to the field they tread , While the base Coward Lyes sleeping in bed : Oh this is a valourous Age , Oh this is a warlike Age ▪ The Courtier , his Taylor doth pay with good will , The Taylor he thinketh , his payment is ill . But yet if he yeerely , doe cancell his Bill , His onely desire is To deale with him still : Oh this is a ventering Age , Oh this is a trusting Age. The Usurer that lent out his money before , Hath burned his Bonds , and lendeth no more , Because his broad conscience oppresseth him sore , The Diuell still for him , Oh this is a m●nd●ng Age ▪ Oh this is 〈…〉 Age.
The second Part. To the same Tune .
THe couetous aged , doe sore bruise their braines , To make their yong Gallants , sole Lords of their gaines : But being once buried , full little remaines , But idle consuming The fruit of their paines : Oh this is a wasting Age. Oh this is a spending Age. The prodigall spender consumeth his wit , With foolish deuices , his humours to fit , At Ale and Tobacco , if he can sit , Like to a braue Gallant , Taketh he it : Oh this is a smoking Age , Oh this is a fiery Age. Dull Drunkards sit drinking , and neuer giue o're . Till they haue runne freely on the Uintners score , Brasse farthings in charitie , fly to the poore , While many gold pieces Are spent on a W — : Oh this is a dissembling Age , Oh this is a wanton Age. Old Robin Russet coat walkes without Cloake , Amongst our braue Gallants , with pictures in 's poake , And learnes the new fashion , to feede vpon smoake , A foode farre more fitting , The Diuell to choake : Oh this is a burning Age , Oh this is a smoking Age. Grim the blacke Collier , brings Coales to the towne , In Sacks more then measure , yet spends he his crowne , From the broad Pillory , to keepe himselfe downe . Amongst the blue Beadles , To purchase renowne , Oh this is an honest Age , Oh this is a mending Age. The Baker , the Brewer , doe both mend their size , And with their plaine dealing , base falshood defies , Poore naked conscience , well cloathed now lyes , In their warme Bake-house , Still held in great prize : Oh this is a changing Age , Oh this is a bettering Age. The Weauer , Miller and Tailor leaue off for to steale , And with their worke-masters more honestly deale , In stead of dry browne-bread , they make a good meale , Or else to the Tapsters We must here appeale ▪ Oh this is an eating Age , Oh this is a drinking Age. All Trades-men grow weary , of liuing by wrong . The Punke and the Cutpurse haue thriued too long , The Hangman hath haltred these Raskals vp strong : And so for one penny , I sell you my Song . Oh this is a tottring Age , Oh this is a hanging Age.

At London printed for I. T.