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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A u&s;e of Exhortation TO THE LONDON APPRENTICES OR, A &s;econd Me&s;&s;age after their PETITION.</HEAD>
<L>_YOung-men where are you now; what fa&s;t a&s;leep?</L>
<L>What in a Dream? or do you keep</L>
<L>Clo&s;e to the fire-&s;ide, becau&s;e 'tis cold?</L>
<L>Or (as your Ma&s;ters &s;ay) mu&s;t you be told</L>
<L>Over and over; What are you blinde?</L>
<L>Be&s;otted quite, or do you fear the winde?</L>
<L>Or has the <HI>Gun-men</HI> plung'd you into fears?</L>
<L>Or are you frighted with their <HI>Bendileers</HI>?</L>
<L>Why gaze you thus? like men di&s;tracted,</L>
<L>Looking at one another, and nothing acted:</L>
<L>Crying <HI>a Lyon lurketh</HI> in the way,</L>
<L>When as 'tis but a <HI>Lob&s;ter,</HI> whom (men &s;ay)</L>
<L>Turn him but o're and o're he'l turn to you;</L>
<L>Then turn for &s;hame, <HI>O &s;luggards,</HI> lea&s;t you rue</L>
<L>When 'tis too late, be wi&s;e betimes,</L>
<L>Me thinks the <HI>Countries</HI> valour &s;hould ring <HI>chimes</HI>:</L>
<L>Unle&s;s you &s;top your eares, you can't but hear,</L>
<L>How <HI>EXITER</HI> and <HI>CORNWAL</HI> bani&s;h fear;</L>
<L>They help for you, to better your condition,</L>
<L>They hazard All, to fulfil your <HI>Petition</HI>;</L>
<L>Yet you won't help your &s;elves, I blu&s;h to &s;ee</L>
<L>Such pettie places venture more then We.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Prentices,</HI> awake, awake, for &s;hame,</L>
<L>Be faint no more, all <HI>cowardize</HI> di&s;claim;</L>
<L>Di&s;band feamality, let courage be your Portion,</L>
<L>In &s;uch a ca&s;e, Vallour's the be&s;t Devotion.</L>
<L><HI>Petitions</HI> will not do, fare means are &s;lighted,</L>
<L>You are compell'd, at lea&s;t, much more invited,</L>
<L>To do the <HI>Work</HI> your &s;elves, then &s;ince 'tis &s;o,</L>
<L>Shew your &s;elves men, about the <HI>bu&s;ine&s;s</HI> go:</L>
<L>Time is a precious thing, forbear delay,</L>
<L>While&s;t the <HI>Sun &s;hines,</HI> he &s;ure to <HI>make your Hay.</HI></L>
<L>Fear not <HI>Cornation-coats,</HI> they are but men,</L>
<L>They'd rather <HI>eat</HI> then <HI>fight</HI>; not one in ten,</L>
<L>But (<HI>like &s;elf-&s;eeking Ra&s;cals</HI>) are &s;o evil,</L>
<L>For <HI>Six pence</HI> more they'd Li&s;t unto the <HI>Devil,</HI></L>
<L>Then <HI>Blades</HI> revive, thus far I dare a&s;pire,</L>
<L>You may your &s;elves accompli&s;h your de&s;ire:</L>
<L>The Day's your own, and &s;uch is your condition,</L>
<L>Your &s;elves may quickly grant your own <HI>Petition</HI></L>
<L>Till the&s;e things come to pa&s;s, till this We &s;ee,</L>
<L>Serve <HI>Jacobs</HI> Prenti&s;hip, you &s;han't be Free.</L>
<L>Till Men have noble hearts, till Youths grow bold,</L>
<L>Till Men do one anothers good uphold,</L>
<L>Till Valour &s;prings, till courage doth increa&s;e,</L>
<L>Till Wrong have Right, expect no &s;ettled Peace:</L>
<L>Here's Arguments enough, if you be wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Reduce your <HI>Honour,</HI> though you lo&s;e your Eyes,</L>
<L>Uphold your Trade, maintain the <HI>Good Old Cau&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Un-coat the <HI>Lob&s;ters,</HI> take away their clawes.</L>
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<L>Take this for all, I have no more to &s;ay,</L>
<L>I am the guide to put you in the way;</L>
<L>Here's the right Path, hang him that goes a&s;tray.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J.E. App&punc;</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>OXFORD, Printed for <HI>Carolus Adolphus.</HI></P>
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