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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Money -- England -- Early works to 1800. 2007-01 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-01 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-02 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2007-02 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE CITIZENS COMPLAINT For want of TRADE , OR The Trades-mans OUTCRY for lack of MONEY . By G. M. Being the poor distressed Tradesman's Cry , Down with all Sects ; but up with Loyalty : Making it to appear in these his Rhimes , That 't is bad men alone that make bad Times . London , Printed in the Year , 1663. Thos. Jolley Esq. r F. S. A. blazon or coat of arms THE CITIZENS Complaint for want of Trade . ROom for a Tradeseman ; let him tread the Stage With these his Rhimes in this declining Age : What though no Player ; yet , I think , as free To speak his mind as any Players be : Room then , I say , for him who does intend To speak of that which once , perhaps , may mend ; And that 's the Times ; for never were they worse , As by Experience knows my empty Purse . Trading is dead , is every mans complaint ; The Shop keepers themselves begin to faint For want of Trade ; And as for my own part , The ●●nt thereof doth pierce my very heart : M●●…e's my life ; for what I got thereby Wo●●● once maintain my self and family ; 〈…〉 alas , the Times are grown so dead , That by my Trade I scarcely can get bread : And more then that , my Wife , the Times b'ing bad , 〈…〉 Rails ( enough to make one mad ) My Children too for Cloaths at me do call , And I want Money , which is worst of all : My Alewives now begin to whet their Teeth ; The Butcher cries , Now pay me for my Beef ; The Baker swears ; what though the Times are dead , He will be paid ; for do you think his Bread Did cost him nothing ; y'faith if I 'le not do 't , He knows a way whereby to force me to 't : My Landlord too , I had almost forgot , Who for his Rent doth swear hee 'l trust me not : This is my case ; for Lodging , Drink , and Diet , I cannot rest , nor live one hour in quiet : I 'm like a Hare , I 'm forc'd to keep my bounds , I dare not stir for fear o th' Counter-hounds ; For if they take me , there I 'm sure to lye Till I am suck'd to an Anatomye : Oh cruel Times ! thou mak'st me keep my Cell , I dare not stir for fear of Counter Hell : Dun upon Dun about my doors do lurch , My Body to devour ; As for the Church , I dare not go to ; for indeed they say , They can Arrest me on the Sabbath day : DUN take 'em all ; I cannot rest at night , The thoughts of them my body doth affright ; Sometimes me thinks , within a Dream , I see Two lusty Catch-poles in pursuit of me , Which to avoid I make what hast I can , Thinking to scape those Bugbears unto man ; But yet alas , I could not run so fast , But these two Hounds o'retook poor Hare at last ; And I , with striving , out of sleep did start , Which finding but a Dream was glad at heart . Thus am I plagu'd both day and night with Duns , Whose loud Reports affr●ght me worse then Guns : One calls me Rogue ; the next a drunken Sot ; Another swears I shall i th' Counter rot ; Then comes a Ludgate Wolf , who strait doth swear , I ne're should stir could she but catch me there ; ( Were I to chuse my Prison , it should be Either of these , before the Marshalsee ; God keep me thence ; the Keepers may be well Compar'd to Devils , and their Prison Hell. ) These are those Cats that daily haunt my house ; I dare not stir ; but like unto a Mouse , Am forc'd to home ; ( I fear e'm more then death ) And dare not peep lest they Arrest my breath : But what am I that thus should stand in fear Of you my Hostess for your Ale and Beer ? Go hang your selves , I value not your Threats , I 'le mak 't appear you are all cursed Cheats ; You Nick and Froth ; besides , unto my Score ( Each time you view 't ) you adde a penny more : Nay more then this , he that will run o th' trust Oft drinks the Tappings ; which is most unjust : What is 't I owe ? pray tell it to my friend ; You shall be paid when as the Times do mend ; Had I but Money I would pay you all , And rid my self from your accursed thrall : In the mean while I wish you to forbear Your Thunder-claps ; oh do not curse nor swear At me your Debtor ; rather learn to pray Your Trusting-faith may keep you till I pay ; Which when 'twilbe I know not , he that can , Pay what he has not is a cunning man : Oh cursed MONEY ! the want of thee indeed Is the chief cause from whence my woes proceed : MONEY ! What is 't ? Oh rare ! that very Thing Makes some to smile , to some doth sorrow bring : It is a Jewel ( though but made of drois ) That 's highly priz'd ; but yet it brings a cross Where it is wanting . O that man is blest , In his conceit , that is but full possest Of this same Coin. Can there be greater bliss , Then for a man each morn and night to kiss His lovely Bags , which are heap'd up with Gold , Besides whole Chests of Silver daily told ? 'T is some mens God , who only take delight To sit and count their Bags from morn till night ; They lov't so well , they scarcely can afford To break one Bagge to set upon their Board A Meal of Meat that 's fit to entertain A friend or two ; no , no , they cry their gain Is very small ; though oftentimes they take Ten in the Hunder'd ; they no Conscience make Of what they do ; I dare be bold to say , They 'd lend the Devil , were they but sure he 'd pay Them double Int'rest ; yet I 'm sure they are Th'Devils Brokers ; though he doth forbear Them at the present ; he 'l at last lay hold Upon the Usurer himself and not his Gold ; For he it is that all this while did trade With th'Devils stock ; for which there must be made A Restitution , which will never be Until the Usurer the Devil see ; Then must those Bonds be cancelled also , Which he priz'd more then soul and body too ; For he that loves his Money more then either , The Devil and he deserve to live together . Others likewise , this Jewel fain would have ; But not content , more more they still do crave , Still hoarding up , but never will disburse Unless it be per force , and then a curse Sometimes doth follow , as indeed if they Must have all gratis , but yet never pay : Nay more then that , one thing I most admire , The Hireling too , from such oft wants his hire . Others there be , that Money love so well , That with the same they 'l neither buy nor sell ; But hoard it up ; This being still their cry , The Times are fickle ; but Disloyalty Makes them afraid ; 't is not the Times that make Poor Trades-mens hearts ( for want of Trading ) ake ; No , no , 't is not the Times , it is bad men ; Which if but good the Times would mend agen : These , these , are only Saints ; but can there be A perfect Saint that has no Charitie ? No , no ; 't is not alone the Brotherhood Can make them Saints ; they likewise must do good Unto the Kingdom ; And they 'r bound by Law To love the King ; of Him to stand in awe ; Which can't be done , unless they do approve Of His just Laws , submitting to His Love ; Were this but so , you need not then to fear But Trade would mend , and every thing appear In its full Lustre ; Then the poor would cry , God blesses us because of Vnity . MONEY' 's a Jewel ; yet there 's few can finde Within that Jewel a contented minde : Money 's a World ; for many men there be In getting it do gain Eternitie ; As he that picks a Pocket ; do you think That he would venture so , wer 't not for Chink ? And he that steals a Horse , if once got free , Minds not his Horse ; he must converted be Into this Money : Others that oft do stand Upon the Rode , 't is Money they demand : Murder and Treason ; both these grounded be On , So much Coin for this thy Treacherie : Money 's the Law ; for he that 's full possest Of Gold and Silver , always fares the best : Money 's the Judge ; 't is that condems them all , You took so much , and therefore Hang you shall : Money 's the Gallows and the Hangman both ; Wer 't not for that , Sir Dun , he would be loth To tye them up ; And had they been content With what they had , they need not now repent For what they did : This Money makes some sad . Others rejoyce ; and some it makes quite mad : Money makes some rich ; some it maketh poor : Money makes Rogues ; 'T is Money makes a Whore : Money makes Knaves ; the reason 's very plain ; They'd ne're turn Knaves , wer 't not for knavish gain : Money makes men Fools , ( as daily you may see ) 'T is for the same that men Jack-Puddings be ; Are these not Fools indeed ? Nay , simple Elves , That thus for Money will transform themselves From men to Devils , assuming any shape , And , like to Monkies , at you grin and gape ; They get their means by fooling ; yet some say , He that is Fool is wisest of the Play ; But my weak judgment tells me 't can't be so ; For , Who more fool then he that makes him so : Money makes a Man ; Money makes a Wife : Money breeds content ; Want it breedeth strife : Money is all things ; what is there in this Land , But this thing Money has it at command ? 'T is Money that I want ; for Trading it is bad ; 'T is for the want thereof that makes my heart so sad ; I think , therefore , my wisest course will be , To seek Redress for this my povertie ; Which how I know uot ; but , would Strife once end , And men turn good ; the TIMES , no doubt , would mend . FINIS .