Shift here, in town, not meanest among squires, That haunt Pikthatch, Marshlambeth, and Whitefriars, Keeps himself, with half a man, and defrays The charge of that state, with this charm, god pays. By that one spell he lives, eats, drinks, arrays Himself: his whole revenue is, god pays. The quarter-day is come; the hostess says, She must have money: he returns, god pays. The tailor brings a suit home; he it 'ssays, Looks o'er the bill, likes it: and says, god pays. He steals to ordinaries; there he plays At dice his borrowed money: which, god pays. Then takes up fresh commodity, for days; Signs to new bond, forfeits: and cries, god pays. That lost, he keeps his chamber, reads essays, Takes physic, tears the papers: still god pays. Or else by water goes, and so to plays; Calls for his stool, adorns the stage: god pays. To every cause he meets, this voice he brays: His only answer is to all, god pays. Not his poor cockatrice but he betrays Thus: and for his lechery, scores, god pays. But see! The old bawd hath served him in his trim, Lent him a pocky whore. She hath paid him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG SIGNATURE OF LOVE by KAREN SWENSON PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |