HAVE been quite through England wide With many a faint and weary stride, To see what people there abide That love me, Reprove me. Few now endure my presence here, I am despised every where, And scorned, Yet is my fortune now and then To meet some good woman or man, Who have, when they my woes did scan, Sore mourned. To think that Conscience is despised, To blind men, 'Cause Conscience tells them of their ways, Which are so wicked now-a-days, They stop their ears to what he says; Unkind men! I first of all went to the court, As soon as e'er my name they heard, From hell come. 'Conscience,' quoth one, 'begone with speed, The court few of thy name doth breed, We of thy presence have no need;— Be walking; Thou tellst us of our pride and lust, Thus banished from the court, I went Where I, alas, was sorely shent For coming; The lawyers did against me plead; "'Twas no great matter,' some there said, 'If Conscience quite were knocked in th' head.' Then running From them I fled with winged haste; For lawyers cannot me abide, Because for falsehood I them chide, Must down still. Unto the city hied I then, To try what welcome there tradesmen Would give poor Robin Conscience; when I came there, The shop-keepers that use deceit Did come about me and did threat, Me lame there And every one, both high and low, Each minute. Therefore the city in uproar Come in it. On Friday I to Smithfield went, Did chide me; They said that I was not myself, And said I was a pinching elf, And they could get more store of pelf, Beside me. I told them of a cheating trick I' th' belly; Another which they use full oft To bear their lame jades' heads aloft, I told them that their wealth would rot, And charged me quickly to begone; From thence I stept into Long Lane, Poor Conscience But my name when I to them told, For Conscience is so hard a word With lying; He knows not what this Conscience means, That is no cause unto his gains; Thus I was scornéd for my pains; All crying, Away with Conscience from this lane, For we his presence do disdain:' They said if I came there again Among them, They said they'd band me back and side; Being menaced, away I hied; Thus wordlings think that, when I chide, Among the butchers then went I: As soon as e'er they did me spy, They threatened me most spitefully To kill me; Quoth one, 'If Conscience here should dwell, We were not able to live well, Nor could we gain by the meat we sell; Be bound to follow Conscience nice, (Quoth he then) And get thee to some other place; Did flee then. To Newgate Market went I then, At me the butter-woman rails, Whose butter weighd not down the scales; Did claw me. The bakers which stood in a row Because I Told them they did make lesser bread;- Thus chid of them, my way I took Glanced at me as the devil did look O'er Lincoln. 'Conscience,' quoth he, thou shewst no wit In coming to this place unfit; I'll run thee thorow with a spit; Then think on These words to thee which I have said, I cannot well live by my trade, If I should still require thy_aid In selling: Sometimes one joint I must roast thrice, Then here's for thee, who art so nice, |