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<HEAD>THE PRENTICES An&s;vver to the VVHORES PETITION.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SAd was the day although clear was the weather</L>
<L>When the rude rout again&s;t you met together,</L>
<L>Though boys were &s;aid to be the fir&s;t beginners</L>
<L>T'was men on mi&s;cheif bent that were the <HI>Sinners.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Prentices</HI> tis known are not &s;o rude,</L>
<L>Twas but the &s;cum of a rude multitude,</L>
<L>Who under that &s;ame Name of <HI>Prentices</HI></L>
<L>Would have pul'd down hou&s;es and Pentices</L>
<L>In every place, twas they that were the hollowers,</L>
<L>Such as were <HI>Naples Ma&s;&s;anelle's</HI> followers,</L>
<L>Tis truth we will not your ba&s;e actions own,</L>
<L>But let the truth unto the world be &s;hown;</L>
<L>Though you by your loo&s;e actions fouly deal,</L>
<L>We &s;corn to plunder, or to rob or &s;teal</L>
<L>But tis our griefs we &s;hould be &s;o ba&s;e fitted</L>
<L>Under our Names &s;uch things &s;hould be committed.</L>
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<L>We are full &s;en&s;ible &s;uch rude beginnings</L>
<L>Can be to you and us but fatal winnings,</L>
<L>No, tho&s;e who in &s;uch de&s;perate actions deal,</L>
<L>Are &s;uch who only minde to rob and &s;teal,</L>
<L>Men of as wicked lives as you can be,</L>
<L>Who &s;purn the rope, kick at the Gallow tree</L>
<L>Who would, and have no doubt with you drove trades,</L>
<L>We &s;corn their acts, and hate &s;uch dirty Jades:</L>
<L>Who a right <HI>Prentice</HI> is doth &s;corn ba&s;e Actions</L>
<L>And under fair pretences head rude factions,</L>
<L>We know the con&s;equence of &s;uch di&s;ta&s;ters</L>
<L>What us when as the rabble becomes ma&s;ters;</L>
<L>"When men on freedome given do make intru&s;ion</L>
<L>"What follows but di&s;order and confu&s;ion.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Yet let us tell you too you are not blamele&s;s</L>
<L>Your damned impudence hath made you &s;hamele&s;s,</L>
<L>You at your doors doe &s;tand Poxed and Painted</L>
<L>Perfum'd with powder yet with all vice tainted.</L>
<L>You with your becks and damn'd alluring looks</L>
<L>Are unto men ju&s;t like to tenter hooks</L>
<L>To pull them in, and truck with &s;uch ba&s;e Jades</L>
<L>And &s;o to make work for the <HI>Surgeons</HI> trades</L>
<L>It is your cur&s;ed acts and dealings ba&s;e</L>
<L>Makes pocky Bills &s;o thick in every place,</L>
<L>A man can't pi&s;s but if he ca&s;ts his eye</L>
<L>A two or three of them he &s;hall e&s;py,</L>
<L>All this occa&s;ioned by your ba&s;e Jading</L>
<L>For why, &s;o long as Rogues and VVhores are trading,</L>
<L>The <HI>Surgeons</HI> will have work, who in &s;uch wars</L>
<L>Gain more by <HI>Venus,</HI> then they do my <HI>Mars.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Tis known that mo&s;t of us we are well bred</L>
<L>And &s;corn a giddy multitude to head,</L>
<L>We know we &s;hall Ma&s;ters become in time</L>
<L><HI>And that Rebellion is</HI> a &s;curvy crime,</L>
<L>T'was &s;uch as bad as you this harm hath done you,</L>
<L>For us, we &s;corn to foul our fingers on you,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now think the Proverb right falls to your lot</L>
<L>That <HI>what upon the Devils back is got</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is &s;pent under his belly,</HI> all men believes</L>
<L>You got your wealth by <HI>Rogues,</HI> lo&s;t it by <HI>Theives.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then for our &s;elves we to the world appeal</L>
<L>If in this ca&s;e we do not fairly deal;</L>
<L>Let the right Hor&s;e the &s;addle have on's back,</L>
<L>Let us not blamed be you went to wrack</L>
<L>We know you not nor did we know your hou&s;es,</L>
<L>We &s;corn &s;uch Pocky Jades, &s;uch dirty Blow&s;es,</L>
<L>VVe partly do believe that it is true</L>
<L>T'was &s;ome you clapt before, that now clapt you.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Next unto them let's &s;peak, who in our Names</L>
<L>By their ba&s;e facts doe murther our good fames,</L>
<L>VVe wi&s;h you hence forth for to have a care</L>
<L>Lea&s;t that the Halter doe fall to your &s;hare,</L>
<L>For tho&s;e who do &s;uch acts, it is their lot,</L>
<L>Ar la&s;t to fall in <HI>Squire Duns</HI> Porridge-pot;</L>
<L>Such Rope ripe Actions will cau&s;e you to wear</L>
<L>A Riding knot an inch below your ear.</L>
<L>And all men know it is a dangerous thing</L>
<L>At the <HI>Tiburnian</HI> Tree to take a Swing.</L>
<L>Let our advice to &s;o much goodne&s;s win ye</L>
<L>As not to &s;tirre, unle&s;s the <HI>Devils</HI> in ye,</L>
<L>For if you in proceedings further &s;ink</L>
<L>The more you &s;tir, the wor&s;er will you &s;tink.</L>
<L>You and whoever &s;hall be your partaker</L>
<L>VVill by that means make work for the <HI>Rope-maker,</HI></L>
<L>For though you think much by it may be won</L>
<L>By <HI>doing</HI> thus you'r &s;ure to be <HI>undone,</HI></L>
<L>For what &s;o ere by &s;uch things you may hope</L>
<L>The final end of Tumults is a ROPE.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed 1668.</P>
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