Faire fall all good tokens. Or, A pleasant new song not common to be had, which will teach you to know good tokens from bad To a pleasant new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A13799 of text S101986 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 24098). 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. 5 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 A13799 STC 24098 ESTC S101986 99837789 99837789 2132 2240866297

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A13799) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2132) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1039:23) Faire fall all good tokens. Or, A pleasant new song not common to be had, which will teach you to know good tokens from bad To a pleasant new tune. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?, attributed name. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. for for H. Gosson, Printed at London : [ca. 1630] Sometimes attributed to Martin Parker. Publication date suggested by STC. In two parts; woodcut illustrations at top of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Faire fall all good tokens. Or, A pleasant new song not common to be had, which will teach you to know good tokens from bad. To a pleasant new tune. [no entry] 1630 2 814 2 0 0 0 0 0 24.57 C The rate of 24.57 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-07 Sampled and proofread 2002-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-08 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Faire fall all good Tokens . OR , A pleasant new Song not common to be had , Which will teach you to know good tokens from bad . To a pleasant new tune .
TO you that haue bad tokens , this matter I indight , Yet nothing shall be spoken , that shall your minds afright : Be silent therefore and stand still , marke what procéedeth from my Quill : I speake of tokens good and ill , and such as are not right . But first I le haue you understand , before that I doe passe , That there are many tokens which are not made of brasse , It is a token of my loue , that I to you this matter moue ; For many tokens bad doe prooue , we see in euery place . Yet by all signes and tokens , as I may iudge or thinke , The man that hath lost both his eyes , he cannot chuse but winke ; But some will winke when they may sée , but that is nothing vnto me : Some shut their eyes to haue a fée , which are in loue with chinke . He that hath gain'd much siluer , and doth possesse much gold , It 's a token that he shall be rich , if he his substance hold : But he that hath but little store , and spendeth all and something more , It 's a token that he shall dye poore , to say 't you may be bold . He that is a very foole , and wisedome doth despise , It 's a token that he shall be old if he liue till he be wise : And he that hath great store of wit , and maketh no right vse of it , It 's a token that he is unfit in honour to arise . But this is a bad token , marke well what I shall say : When a young man hath a handsome wife and lets her run astray , It is a token she will be naught , and quickly vnto lewdnesse brought , If that she be no better taught , shee 'll bring him to decay .
The second part , To the same tune .
HEe that hath a fiery nose , which lookes like Claret red ; It 's a token then he doth consume in drinke more then in bread : For if his nose be fiery hot , it 's a token that he loues the pot : He hates small drinke and loues it not , he hath not so béene fed . Then faire fall all good tokens , now it comes into mind : Marke which way sits the Wether-cocke , and that way blowes the wind : Marke which w●y rowles a Wantons eye , and something you may see thereby ; Or if you please then you may trie , and so the trut●●●y finde . He that hath liu'd in wickednesse , and doth in vice , remaine , It is a token he hath no care to free his soule from paine : When Conscience doth on Crutches créepe its a token Truth is lulld asleepe , Which makes poore men in dangers déepe to call and cry in vaine . But this is a token of a truth , which doth betoken ill : An angry wife will worke much woe , but shee will haue her will : For if she chance to bend her browe , or seeme to looke I know not how It 's a token she will scold I vow , her tongue will not lye still . But this is a true token , then marke my word aright : When Sol is setting in the West the world will lose her light . So when an old mans head growes gray , he may thinke on his dying day : For to the graue he must away and bid the world good night . He that hath a wandring eye , and loues lewd women deare , It 's a token that hée le proue a knaue : Bust I le tell you in your eare For sure you neuer saw the like a Souldier loues to tosse a pike : The Capster drawes but dares not striks which doth betoken feare . Then faire fall all good tokens and well fare a good heart : For by all signes and tokens t is time for to depart : And now it 's time to end my song I hope I haue done no man wrong : For he that cannot rule his tongue shall feele a greater smart .
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Printed at London for Henry Gosson .