THE Tyde taryeth no Man.
A MOSTE PLEA∣sant and merry commedy, right pythie and full of delight.
Compiled by George Wapull.
¶Fowre persons may easily play it.
¶Imprinted at London, in Fleete∣streate, beneath the Conduite, at the Signe of Saynt Iohn Euaungelist, by Hugh Iackson. 1576.
The Song. FYrst Corage causeth mindes of men, to wish for good or ill: And some by Corage now and then, at Tiborne make their will. Helpe, Profite, and Furtheraunce do fayne, Where Corrage doth catch in any mans brayne. ¶Then helpe in hope to haue his pray, full secretly doth wayte: And as the time doth serue alway, he throweth forth his bayte. Helpe, Profite, &c. ¶Profite prolongeth not the time, to please his paynted mind: He passeth not though mayster pyne, so he his pleasure find. Helpe, Profite. &c. ¶And Furtheraunce, thou last of all, he came into the rowte: He wayeth not his maysters thrall, nor séekes to helpe him out. Helpe, Profite, &c. Finis.
The Song. WE haue great gayne, with little payne, And lightly spend it to: We doe not toyle, nor yet we moyle, As other pore folkes do. We are winners all thrée, And so will we bée, Where euer that we come a: For we know how, To bend and bow, And what is to be done a. ¶To knéele and crouch, to fill the pouch, We are full glad and fayne: We euer still, euen at our will, Are getters of great gayne. We are winners. &c. ¶It is our will, to poule and pill, All such as doe vs trust: We beare in hande, good friendes to stand, Though we be most vniust. We be winners. &c. ¶Full far aboutes, we know the routes, Of them that riches had: Whome through deceite, as fysh t bayte, We made their thrift forth gad. We are winners. &c. Finis.
The Song. THough Wastfulnesse and wantonnesse, Some men haue vs two named: Yet pleasauntnesse and plyauntnesse, Our names we haue now framed. For as I one is pleasaunt, to kisse and to cully, The other is plyaunt as euer was holly. As youth would it haue, So will we be braue. ¶To liue in blisse, we will not misse, What care we for mens ayings: What ioy is this, to sporte and kisse, But hurte comes in delayings. The one is full ready to the others becking, Betwéene vs there is neither chiding, nor checking. As youth will it haue, &c. ¶Full braue and full fyne, we passe the time, Take time while time is byding: What ioy is thine, the same is mine, My mind shall not be slyding. Our goods are our owne, why should we spare, Or for time to come, why should we care. As youth would it haue. &c.