A New Ballad against unthrifts. When raging louts with feeble brains, most wilfully will spend away: And eke consume more than their gains, in rioting all the long day. And spend with him that will spend most: yet of their gain they need not boast. When drunken Drunkards will not spare, the Alehous daily for to ply: But sit and tipple there full square, and to their gains will have no eye. Nor will not cease I warrant ye: so long as they have one penny. When ruffling roisters will bestow, upon their backs such fine array: And be not worth that which they own, falling thereby in to decay. Yet will they set thereon a face: and brag and crack it out a pace. When lively lads will ply the dice, consuming there away their good: No man will count them to be wise, but rather to be mad or wood. For when that all their money is gone: then are they dressed like a mome. When lazy loiterers will not work: and honestly their livings get: But had rather in corners lurk, then that they would with labour sweat. Therefore no wealth they can attain: but live in trouble and in pain. When doting dolts will enterprise, to work such feats as I have told: Not ceasing for to exercise, worse deeds than those with courage bold. Then some do lay their coats to gauge: till that they have received their wage. Then some the Counter oft do kiss, if that the money be not paid: Or if that they their day do miss, for which to gauge their Coat was laid. Yet will they not by this take heed: but still continue to proceed. Then some thereby their credit lose so that no wise man will them trust: Wherefore they can no longer gloze, but rub and revel not they must. For wheresoever they become: they are not so well trust as known. Then some at length do beg their bread, who if in time they had been wise: Might well have had enough to fed, themselves, their children & their wives: But when that all is gone and spent: it is to late then to repent. Then some to pilfer do begin, but assoon as they be espied: With whips they are laid on the skin, at a carts are being well tied. But all this can not those amend: that will do mischief to the end. Then some proceed to rob and kill, counting all fish that comes to net: And if that they might have their will, for right or wrong they would not let. Till at the they last fall in bands: and can not escape out of hands. Then some at Newgate do take ship, sailing full fast up holborn hill: And at Tiborn their anchors piche, full sore in deed against their wil But than it is to late I say: to call again the yesterday. Wherefore all ye that use this trade, leave of betimes if ye be wise: Lest that perchance this way ye wade, full sore against your own devise. For here ye see the end of such: as little have and will spend much. ¶ Finis. quoth. W. F. ¶ Imprinted at London at the long shop adjoining unto Saint mildred's Church in the Poultry, by john Alde.