THE High prized Pin-Box.
This Damzel she doth set great store
by her Pin-box brisk and rare,
But every ordinary Whore
hath got such kind of ware.
Tune of,
Let every man with Cap in's hand, &c.
I Have a gallant Pin-box
the like you ne'r did see,
It is where never was the Pox,
something above my knee:
O 'tis a gallant Pin-box,
you never saw the peer;
Then Ile not leave my Pin-box
for Fifty pound a year.
My Pin-box is the Portion
my mother left with me;
Which gaines me much promotion,
and great tranquility:
It doth maintain me bravely,
although all things are dear;
Then ile not &c.
My Pin-box is a treasure
which many men delights:
For therewith I can pleasure
both Earles, Lords, and Knights;
If they shall use my Pin-box
they will not think it dear,
Although that it doth cost them
an hundred pound a year.
The Parson and the Vicar
though they are Holy men,
Yet no man shall be quicker
to use my Pin-box, when
They think no man doth know it;
for that is all their fear:
Then ile not &c.
The cogging cheating Lyer
that doth all men abuse,
Will speak me very fair
my Pin-box for to use;
Yea, and will be as liberal
as any that come there:
Then ile not leave my Pin-box
for an hundred pound a year
The Vsurer that grindeth
to get Vse upon Vse,
Often a time he findeth
to come to play with Puss;
Yea, and will give me something,
saying take this my dear:
Then &c.
The grievous hard Curmugeon
that lives upon brown bread,
Vnto me will be trudging,
if that he be not sped;
Yea, and will give me something,
though little he will spare:
Then &c.
The Chyrurgion and the Doctor,
that doth both cure and kill,
The Chanceller and Proctor,
and the Paritor will
Bestow large gifts upon me,
if that they shall come there:
Then &c.
The Grocer and the Draper
that liveth on their Tcades,
Will leap and skip and caper
and think themselves brave blades,
And for to use my Pin-box,
they will give me some Ware:
Then &c.
The Dairy-men and Farmers
that liveth on their Stocks,
Who love to fill their garners,
and to increase their flocks;
For the use of my Pin-box,
the best of it will spare:
Then &c.
The Clothier, and the Dyer,
and Tucker drest with flocks,
Doth very oft desire
for to use my Pin-box;
And though they hard doth labour,
yet something they will spare,
Then &c.
The Wool-comber that labours
for's living with his Combes,
Will sell them, and the Weavers
will do away their Loomes,
And all to use my Pin-box,
because it is so rare,
Then &c.
The Butcher that is killing,
sometimes of Cow and Calf,
Is very often willing
to give me more than half
For the use of my Pin-box,
and will not think it dear:
Then &c▪
The man that lives by's labour,
those piteous ragged sots,
Will think it a great favour
for to use my Pin-box;
And though he gets but little
yet something he will spare,
Then &c.
And to be short there's no man,
let him be high or low,
That did come of a woman
but will some Coyn bestow
For the use of my Pin-box,
because it is so rare:
Then &c.
But to conclude my Ditty,
and my most harmless Song
If any in the City
or the Country doth long
For the use of my Pin-box,
and will some money spare,
Then they shall use my Pin-box
as long as they can stare.