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<HEAD>ON THE Second Entertainment of the Batchelours BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE The Lord Mayor of the City of London, <HI>SEPTEMBER</HI> viij. MDCLXIX.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOW, Gallants, Much good do't ye. But d' you hear</L>
<L>The News abroad? I heard one ju&s;t now &s;wear</L>
<L>That all th' unmarry'd Ladies, that were met</L>
<L>To &s;ee your Pomp, are fighting in the &s;treet.</L>
<L>Th' have pin'd away, e're &s;ince their former &s;ight,</L>
<L>With the <HI>Green-Sickne&s;s,</HI> all; but now they'l &s;ight.</L>
<L>While this Mans Face was prais'd, and that Mans Foot,</L>
<L>One Gallants Perruque, and anothers Sute,</L>
<L>A jealous humour took 'em all i'th' pate,</L>
<L>And th' are by th' ears, none knows for whom, or what.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;ome of You; pray think upon their Ca&s;es:</L>
<L>Unle&s;s You part 'em, they'l &s;poil all their Faces.</L>
<L>They rave (alas!) to think their de&s;tinies</L>
<L>Have Damn'd 'em Maids, till You'l be otherwi&s;e.</L>
<L>Th' are tantaliz'd; what would you have 'm do?</L>
<L>They neither can enjoy your Fea&s;t, nor You.</L>
<L>The&s;e <HI>Sabine</HI> Ladies came with longing Eyes</L>
<L>To view your more than <HI>Roman</HI> Gallantries:</L>
<L>And now they'l prove th' inverted Story true,</L>
<L>And will (I fear) commit a Rape on You. &mdash;</L>
<L>&mdash; But I'l no longer 'fright you, ben't dejected:</L>
<L>'Twas but to try you, how you &s;tood affected.</L>
<L>The Ladies thank you for their Noble View:</L>
<L>The Men, both for the &s;ight of Them, and You.</L>
<L>You've beg'd th' young City Ladies this daies Play:</L>
<L>But they mu&s;t Fa&s;t upon their Holy-day.</L>
<L>They were both gallant Sights; but 'troth 'tis pity,</L>
<L>Maids may Adorn, but ne're can Make a City:</L>
<L>And Maids and Batchelours are a finer &s;ight</L>
<L>For a Summers Day, than for a Winters Night.</L>
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<L>'Pray, Gallants, think upon't; but for to day</L>
<L>Eat, drink, be jovial: &mdash; let the Ladies &s;tay.</L>
<L>If to their Healths you'l drink a Gla&s;s or two,</L>
<L>I dare be bold they'l do as much for You.</L>
<L>See all before you, you can wi&s;h; and here</L>
<L>You need no Horn, but that of Plenty, fear.</L>
<L>Such &s;tore of Ammunition is able</L>
<L>To 'fright one with th' Artill'ry of the Table.</L>
<L>Tables fo nobly fill'd, as if la&s;t Fleet</L>
<L>Had brought home no Commodity, but Meat:</L>
<L>And Wines &s;o rich and co&s;tly, as if there was</L>
<L><HI>Cleopatra</HI>'s Pearl di&s;&s;olv'd in ev'ry gla&s;s.</L>
<L>Two more &s;uch Fea&s;ts were able to undo</L>
<L>A Land, and bankrupt all the World, but You.</L>
<L>This very Sight would make a Mi&s;er bold</L>
<L>To wi&s;h (like <HI>Midas</HI>) he could eat his Gold.</L>
<L>A <HI>Puritans</HI> eternal Lungs would wa&s;te</L>
<L>To &s;ay a Grace, of length for &s;uch a Fea&s;t:</L>
<L>He'd leave his Fa&s;ts, though ne're &s;o great a Sinner,</L>
<L>And keep a long Thank&s;giving, for the Dinner.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e nau&s;eous &s;tomachs o'th' preci&s;er Ones</L>
<L>Bark at tho&s;e Tables, where they'd pick the Bones.</L>
<L>But Envy, no not Theirs, can dare to call</L>
<L>What's Noble by the name of Prodigal.</L>
<L>'Tis free from all Exce&s;s, as full of State:</L>
<L>All Great Mens Actions, like Them&s;elves, are Great.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He from who&s;e only Pattern may be &s;een</L>
<L>What MAYORS mu&s;t be, and what they &s;hould have been:</L>
<L>Who&s;e early Vig'lance keeps th' Rebellious in,</L>
<L>That they want Opportunity to &s;in:</L>
<L>Who &s;tays not calmly till the Law is broke,</L>
<L>But keeps Men &s;tom't, his Eye prevents his &s;troke:</L>
<L>Who rouzes Ju&s;tice from her &s;leeping hole,</L>
<L>Is both the Body of the Law, and Soul:</L>
<L>Who weighs things with an equal &s;teady hand,</L>
<L>And to who&s;e Te&s;t Ju&s;tice her &s;elf may &s;tand:</L>
<L>He who does this, and more wou'd you but know,</L>
<L>What ample boon Heaven does on him be&s;tow?</L>
<L>H' has <HI>Adam</HI>'s ble&s;&s;ings in his &s;ingle life,</L>
<L>His Wi&s;dom, Inn'cence, Honour, and no VVife.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Let <HI>London</HI> lift up her recruited Head:</L>
<L>She's New-born, and her Father is a Maid.</L>
<L>May th' <HI>Omen</HI> hold, and She forever be</L>
<L>Cha&s;t as a Virgin, as a Virgin Free.</L>
<L>When She's again with this daies &s;plendour ble&s;t,</L>
<L>Make this brave Pattern th' <HI>Epo'che</HI> to the re&s;t.</L>
<L>But may no <HI>Poeta&s;ter</HI> of the Times</L>
<L>Send in Sedition crouch'd in Joking Rimes:</L>
<L>Still may all tho&s;e that rail ad <HI>Bi&s;hop&s;gate</HI></L>
<L>Feel an eternal <HI>Bedlam</HI> in their Pate.</L>
<L>For next to &s;uch a PRINCE, and &s;uch a Day,</L>
<L><HI>London</HI> can only wi&s;h, She ever may</L>
<L>Have &s;uch a MAYOR, though She &s;till want a Mayore&s;s:</L>
<L>So may the City hope to be His Heire&s;s.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed M DC LXIX.</P>
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