The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new play-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c.

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Title:	The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new play-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c.
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Print source:	The prodigal son converted, or The young-man return'd from his rambles Wit ne're till now, was cry'd about the street, at the low rate o[f] a poor penny sheet; sharp times will make sharp wits, not fear sharp tongues, 'tis we who money want which suffer wrongs; you can't command a poet with a frown to write new songs: but yours, for a crown: here's that will please you sure, and much befriend ye. You'll thank the author, if the devil be n't in ye. To a pleasant new play-house tune call'd The delight of the bottle, &c. [London]: Printed for R, [sic] Burton, at the Horse-shooe in West-Smithfield, [1665?]
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The Prodigal Son Converted, OR The Young-man return'd from his Rambles. part 1 The Second part, colophon