(1665). 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. Printed for R, [sic] Burton, at the Horse-shooe in West-Smithfield.
Chicago Style (17th ed.) CitationThe 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.
MLA (9th ed.) CitationThe 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. Printed for R, [sic] Burton, at the Horse-shooe in West-Smithfield, 1665.