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<HEAD>THE QUAKERS ANSWER, To the Quakers Wedding, November, 8. 1671.</HEAD>
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<L>_O <HI>Times! O Manners!</HI> Both indeed are Strange:</L>
<L>But wither did the <HI>Ry'mers</HI> Man|ners range?</L>
<L>Wee, I confe&s;s, took one anothers Word,</L>
<L>But when will be &s;uch Publique <HI>Rites</HI> afford?</L>
<L>In this, I doubt, he deem'd our <HI>Deeds</HI> ami&s;s,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e, with the Publick he &s;till private is.</L>
<L>'Twas a good Meeting, I pre&s;ume, for him,</L>
<L>To make his <HI>Brains</HI> in <HI>Sack</HI> and <HI>Claret</HI> &s;wim:</L>
<L>Well, I perceive &s;ince it did &s;o Advance thee,</L>
<L>The <HI>Quakers Wine</HI> can rai&s;e the <HI>Poets</HI> Fancie.</L>
<L>We had good &s;tore of <HI>Offalls</HI> for the Poor&middot;</L>
<L>And what are <HI>Poets?</HI> People think no more.</L>
<L>Know we have <HI>Linnen</HI> too; And &s;ure a <HI>Shirt,</HI></L>
<L>If thou a <HI>Poet</HI> be? wou'd do no hurt.</L>
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<L>If we cou'd &s;ee <HI>Thee</HI> to the <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> packt,</L>
<L>Wee'd judge there were great <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> in the act.</L>
<L>Thou talk'&s;t of <HI>Banes,</HI> and <HI>Whipping-Po&s;ts</HI> &s;evere;</L>
<L>Wee &s;hou'd not <HI>Cry,</HI> if we cou'd find <HI>Thee</HI> there:</L>
<L>But <HI>Laugh</HI> to hear thee for thy &s;elf there Plead,</L>
<L>And &s;ee the <HI>Whipper</HI> too, Hand over Head.</L>
<L>Thou talk'&s;t of <HI>Couples</HI> &s;uch as ne're were known;</L>
<L><HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter-Weddings!</HI> Did&s;t thou mean thine own?</L>
<L>Fond <HI>Libertine,</HI> in thine own wrong and room!</L>
<L>VVhere thou wer't neither <HI>Par&s;on,</HI> nor yet <HI>Groom.</HI></L>
<L>Thou Babble&s;t like a <HI>Brute,</HI> what thou ha&s;t &s;e'd,</L>
<L>As one acquainted with a <HI>Brothel-Bed.</HI></L>
<L>Thou mai&s;t indeed abate thy worldly Cares:</L>
<L>VVho having many <HI>Children,</HI> need'&s;t no <HI>Heirs.</HI></L>
<L>For, if thou can&s;t not leave 'um an E&s;tate</L>
<L>They'r almo&s;t bad as <HI>Illegitimate.</HI></L>
<L>VVee &s;hould have had e'ne gue&s;ts enough, if wee</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Jew</HI> nor <HI>Gentile</HI> had, but only <HI>Thee.</HI></L>
<L>And out of doubt, thou did&s;t thy &s;elf <HI>Invite,</HI></L>
<L>For who of <HI>Thee</HI> wou'd hope of <HI>Pro&s;elyte!</HI></L>
<L>And for <HI>Thy</HI> &s;ake, for ought that I can tell,</L>
<L>That <HI>Thunder, Lightning,</HI> and that <HI>Tempest</HI> fell.</L>
<L>Too <HI>Greedy</HI> too of what they might have had,</L>
<L>'Twas &s;uch as <HI>Thee</HI> that the <HI>Confu&s;ion</HI> made.</L>
<L>It was thy <HI>Self,</HI> if there were any <HI>Cheat?</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>We</HI> got Nothing, but <HI>Thou</HI> gott'&s;t our <HI>Meat.</HI></L>
<L>Thou &s;ee&s;t I am no <HI>Quaker</HI> of that Sort,</L>
<L>That for their Lu&s;t, their <HI>Loves</HI> in <HI>Corners</HI> Court.</L>
<L>And to their <HI>Faith</HI> no longer will be Debtor,</L>
<L>Than till they &s;ee another they like Better.</L>
<L>I take her to my <HI>Wife</HI> till my Decea&s;e</L>
<L>And call the <HI>World</HI> to be my VVitne&s;&s;es.</L>
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<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed for</HI> Dorman Newman <HI>at the</HI> Kings-Armes <HI>in the</HI> Poultry, <HI>1671.</HI></P>
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