A turn-coat of the times. Who doth by experience profess and protest, that of all professions, a turn-coat's the best. Tune is, The King's delight, or, True love is a gift for a queen. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06302 of text R227421 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T3265). 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 B06302 Wing T3265 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[123] 99887329 ocm99887329 182040 2264218059

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06302) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182040) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[123]) A turn-coat of the times. Who doth by experience profess and protest, that of all professions, a turn-coat's the best. Tune is, The King's delight, or, True love is a gift for a queen. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for William Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-lane, [London] : [1688 or 9] Verse: "As I was a walking through ..." Place and date of publication from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A turn-coat of the times. Who doth by experience profess and protest, that of all professions, a turn-coat's the best. Tune is, The King's delight, or anon 1688 1 714 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A TURN-COAT of the Times . Who doth by experience profess and protest , That of all professions , a Turn-Coat's the best . Tune is , The King's Delight , Or , True Love is a Gift for a Queen .

AS I was walking through Hide-Park as I us'd to do , some two or three months ago I laid me all along Without any fear of wrong , And listen'd unto a Song ; It came from a powdered thing As fine as a Lord or a King , he knew not that I was got so nigh , And thus he began to sing . I am a Turn-coat Knave , Although I do bear it brave , and do not shew all I have , I can with tongue and pen Court every sort of men , And kill 'em as fast agen . With Zealots I can pray , With Cavaliers I can play : with Shop-keepers I can cogg and lye , And couzen as fast as they . When first the Wars began , And Prentices lead the Van , 't was I that did set them on , When they cryed Bishops down , In Country , Court and Town , Quoth I , and have at the Crown , The Covenant I did take , For form and fashions sake , but when it would not support my plot , 'T was like an old Almanack . When Independency , Had superiority I was of the same degree ; When Keepers did command , I then had a holy hand In Deans and in Chapters land : But when I began to spy , Protectorship drew nigh , and Keepers were thrown o'er the Bar ; Old Oliver then cry'd I.

WHen Sectarists got the day I used my yea , and nay ; to flatter and then betray , In Parliament I gat , And there a Member sat , To tumble down Church & State , For I was a trusty trout In all that I went about and there we did vow to sit till now , But Oliver turn'd us out . We put down the house of Peers , We killed the Cavileers , and tippl'd the widows Tears We sequestred mens Estates , And made 'em pay monthly rates To trumpeters and their mates . Rebellion we did Print , And altered all the Mint ; no knavery then was done by men , But I had a finger in 't . When Charles was put to flight Then I was at Wor'ster fight and got a good booty by 't At that most fatal fall I killed and plundered all , The weakest went to the wall , Whilst my merry mates fell on , To pillaging I was gone , there is many ( thought I ) will come by and by , And why should not I be one . We triumphed like the Turk , We crippled the Scottish Kirk that set us at first to work , When Cromwell did but frown They yielded every Town , St. Andrew's Cross went down But when old Nol did dye , And Richard his Son put by , I knew not how to guide my plow , where now shall I be thought I. I must confess the Rump Did put me in a dump , I knew not what would be trump When Dick had lost the day My gaming was at a stay , I could not tell what to play , When Monk was upon that score I thought I would play no more I did not think what he would be at , I ne'er was so mumpt before . But now I am at Court , With men of the better sort and purchase a good report ; I have the eyes and ears , Of many brave Noble Peers , And slight the poor Cavileers , Poor knaves they know not how , To flatter , cringe and bow , for he that is wise and means to rise , He must be a Turn-coat too .

Printed for William Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-lane .