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<PB REF="1">
<P>THE Poet's Ramble AFTER RICHES.</P>
<P>WITH REFLECTIONS UPON A Country Corporation.</P>
<P>ALSO The AUTHOR's Lamentation in the Time of ADVERSITY.</P>
<P><HI>The Second Edition.</HI></P>
<P><HI>By the Author of</HI> The Trip to <HI>JAMAICA.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed and Sold by <HI>J. How,</HI> in the <HI>Ram-Head-Inn-Yard,</HI> in <HI>Fenchurch-Street,</HI> 1699.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>PREFACE</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Gentlemen.</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>TO me there is nothing more Contemptible, than the Applau&s;e of <HI>Fools</HI> or <HI>Flatterers;</HI> and a Reputation gain'd, before it is truly de&s;erv'd, lay alwaies beneath my Notice. I here declare my &s;elf free from the u&s;ual vanity of Writers, and will no more thank the World for its Prai&s;e, then Blame it for its bad Opinion, &s;ince I neither Expect from it what I De&s;erve, or Covet what I do not Merit. And tho' Nature hath unluckily furni&s;h'd me with a Scrib|ling Genius, yet nothing &s;hould have forc'd it into practice, but the &s;evere u&s;age of my blind Stepmother <HI>Fortune,</HI> who hath always &s;hut her Hands T'wards me (as clo&s;e as her Eyes) from the di&s;po&s;al of her Bounty. I envy not her Darlings, &s;ince &s;he commonly be&s;tows her Favours upon tho&s;e who mo&s;t want them, tho' lea&s;t de&s;erve 'em.</P>
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<L>For &s;hould not Fortune be &s;o kind to give</L>
<L>E&s;tates to Fools, they'd &s;tarve ere they could Live.</L>
<L>The Purblind Jilt I utterly decline,</L>
<L>And Scorn &s;he &s;hould a Mi&s;tre&s;s be of mine;</L>
<L>Now &s;hould &s;he Court me, I'd her Suit refu&s;e;</L>
<L>And Stallion-like, take Pen&s;ion of my Mu&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<P>Ob&s;erving the pre&s;ent Age much troubl'd with the <HI>Hypochondry,</HI> I have ventur'd of late to endeavour to divert its Melancholly; and Emprick-like, Que&s;tion not with the help of Providence, but in at little time to find &s;ucce&s;s.</P>
<P>I have already Experienc'd what operation my Papers have upon the Publick; &s;ome they Plea&s;e, &s;ome they Vex; &s;ome Prai&s;e 'em; &s;ome Damn 'em; &s;ome Treat me, &s;ome Thank me, others Threaten me; Thus have I made in a Month or two, as much Noi&s;e in the Town, as if this Seven Years I had &s;cribled Drolls to <HI>Bartholomew-Fair,</HI> and had been the Renown'd Author of <HI>Whittingtons-Cat</HI> or <HI>Bateman.</HI></P>
<P>I Que&s;tion not but in a little time, to rai&s;e to my &s;elf a mo&s;t wonderful Reputation; and be fam'd among Fools, as much for a Wit, as <HI>Jack Adams</HI> of <HI>Clerkenwel</HI> was among&s;t Wits for a Fool; and then I &s;hall have this happine&s;s to be &s;et up as an Oracle by every <HI>Beau</HI> and <HI>Booby,</HI> and enjoy the Liberty of talking Non&s;ence, in their Company, with as much Authority as a Church Warden at a Pari&s;h Fea&s;t, or a Country Ju&s;tice at a Quarter Se&s;&s;ions.</P>
<P>The Main De&s;ign of this Preface I have hitherto forborn, which indeed is, to take Notice of the Scandalous and Ba&s;e Practice now on foot among&s;t &s;ome Printers, who (having not hone&s;ty enough to live by a Lawful way of Trade) Catch up other Mens Copies as &s;oon as they are Publi&s;h'd, and Cram four or five &s;heets into one, &s;ome left out, the re&s;t &s;o Mangled and full of Faults, that the Sen&s;e in many places is quite Perverted and &V;nintelligible, to the great abu&s;e and di&s;credit of the Author, the great injury of the Book&s;eller, the di&s;appointment of the Reader, and to the Shame of them&s;elves. I therefore u&s;e the&s;e mea&s;ures as a means to prevent their further Fraud; and if they deal by me in this, as they have done in other of my Copies, I &s;hall oblige them by this Preface to Record them&s;elves <HI>Knaves</HI> in their own <HI>Letter.</HI> For if they Omit th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s Fronte&s;piece in their Counterfeit, I hope but few Per&s;ons will encourage their Piracy; and if they are &s;o harden'd in their Villanous practice, as upon this warning not to put a &s;top to their ba&s;e proceedings, I will ex|po&s;e them to the World in the next thing I do, after &s;uch a manner as &s;uch Drones (who feed upon the Labours of the Indu&s;trious Bee) &s;hall in &s;trict Ju&s;tice de&s;erve.</P>
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<PB N="5" REF="2">
<HEAD>THE Poet's Ramble, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Sing of neither <HI>Hogan Mogan,</HI></L>
<L>Of Ancient <HI>Greek,</HI> or Tru&s;ty <HI>Trojan;</HI></L>
<L>Or is my Mu&s;e di&s;pos'd to babble,</L>
<L>Of &s;ome &s;trange Antiquated Fable:</L>
<L>In blu&s;t'ring &s;trains to boa&s;t or brag-on,</L>
<L>How <HI>George</HI> for <HI>England</HI> &s;lew the Dragon;</L>
<L>Or do I Sing in flat'ring Phra&s;es,</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Helen,</HI> or Queen <HI>Dido</HI>'s Prai&s;es:</L>
<L>Or in a whining Cant di&s;cover,</L>
<L>The Fate of &s;ome poor &s;lighted Lover.</L>
<L>Who Raves and Sighs, Laments and Wanders,</L>
<L>And on di&s;dainful <HI>Phillis</HI> ponders.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I treat you with a Merry Tale,</L>
<L>Spun o'er a Cup of Nappy Ale.</L>
<L>For Cu&s;tom's &s;ake excu&s;e Preamble:</L>
<L>I'll Sing you o'er a <HI>Country Ramble,</HI></L>
<L>Where I in doleful Cogitation,</L>
<L>Have view'd, with mighty Admiration,</L>
<L>The Circled Earth and mi&s;ty Sky,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Faries</HI> Dance, and <HI>Witches</HI> Fly;</L>
<L>With Plea&s;ure hearing harmle&s;s Wenches,</L>
<L>Complain of <HI>Hags,</HI> and <HI>Fairy</HI> Pinches;</L>
<L>And <HI>Ralph</HI> with Hands o'er flaming Cow-turd,</L>
<L>Turn Tales and Stories in&s;ide outward;</L>
<L>Where Dames who&s;e pretty Eyes would pierce-ye,</L>
<L>Will turn up Tailes for God have mercy;</L>
<L>And think no greater obligation,</L>
<L>Than the &s;weet Tie of Copulation.</L>
<L>But lea&s;t I tire your kind Complai&s;ance,</L>
<L>By thus Haranguing on your Patience,</L>
<L>No more By-Crotchets will I &s;catter,</L>
<L>But come with &s;peed unto the matter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In an Age Ble&s;t with no great Plenty,</L>
<L>When <HI>Wit</HI> and <HI>Money</HI> both were &s;c<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">nty,</L>
<PB N="4" REF="3">
<L>I then, with quiet Mind, po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>The <HI>Poets</HI> ancient Thread-bare Ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Lodg'd in a Room (I mu&s;t declare-it)</L>
<L>Was call'd, for Lofty Sound, a <HI>Garret.</HI></L>
<L>Where as I Pen&s;ively lay Thinking,</L>
<L>One Morning, after Nights hard Drinking;</L>
<L>Up came a Man with ha&s;ty look,</L>
<L>And open'd me his Pocket-Book;</L>
<L>At which my heart began to fail-me;</L>
<L>I thought of nought but who &s;hould Bail-me:</L>
<L><HI>Good Morn</HI> (quoth he) <HI>I'm come to tell-ye</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of an E&s;tate of late befell-ye;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your</HI> Grannum <HI>is this Life departed.</HI></L>
<L>Pleas'd with the News, then up I &s;tarted:</L>
<L><HI>And is my</HI> Grannum <HI>Dead</HI> (quoth I)</L>
<L>He an&s;wer'd me, <HI>Yea verily,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou may'&s;t believe me without Swearing</HI></L>
<L><HI>She is as Dead as any Herring,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well, if the News be true, &s;aid I,</L>
<L>Excu&s;e me that I do not cry,</L>
<L>Since <HI>'Tis appointed all mu&s;t Die;</HI></L>
<L>For Grief, you know, will neither &s;ave,</L>
<L>Or call Relations from the Grave;</L>
<L>I lugg'd on Ho&s;e, and fell to Dre&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Few Tears let fall, &s;mall Grief expre&s;&s;ing:</L>
<L>Yet my heart ak'd; but I prote&s;t,</L>
<L>Thro' fear the News &s;hould prove a Je&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When ready we adjurn'd to Ale-Hou&s;e,</L>
<L>Where Credit &s;eldom u&s;e to fail-us;</L>
<L>And there I made the <HI>Bumkin</HI> Fuddle,</L>
<L>Till muddy Ale had &s;eiz'd his Noddle:</L>
<L>And then was forc'd to call two Porters,</L>
<L>To lead the <HI>Lubber</HI> to his Quarters.</L>
<L>My Landlord, as I pa&s;s'd the Bar,</L>
<L>Cry'd out, <HI>Who pays the Reck'ning here?</HI></L>
<L>Said I, pray take it not ami&s;s,</L>
<L>Remember I mu&s;t pay you this.</L>
<L>Said he, <HI>Pray to prevent Mi&s;takes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will you Remember what this makes?</HI></L>
<L>Landlord let no Ill Thoughts be harbour'd,</L>
<L>I'll &s;oon be rubb'd from off your Bar-board;</L>
<L>I'll pay you in a little time;</L>
<L><HI>I doubt</HI> &s;ays he, <HI>'twill be in Rhime:</HI></L>
<PB N="5" REF="3">
<L><HI>For what &s;o e'er we tru&s;t a</HI> Poet,</L>
<L><HI>Our Bar for Seven Years may &s;how-it;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then if Dun'd, all that they &s;ay to't,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Poh, that Debt's Cancell'd by the Statute.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From thence I went to th' <HI>City Cre&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Pa&s;ty-Nook,</HI> to hire a Bea&s;t;</L>
<L>Where one I got on Reputation,</L>
<L>To prevent tedious Ambulation:</L>
<L>A pair of Boots then on I Garters,</L>
<L>The Owner &s;aid had been King <HI>Arther</HI>'s;</L>
<L>With Spurs who&s;e inlaid Gallantry,</L>
<L>Were Types of great Antiquity.</L>
<L>Girt with a Sword who in old Wars,</L>
<L>Made many bloody Wounds and Scars,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Blade was &s;o Experien&s;ive;</L>
<L>Of't &s;elf it knew to be Defen&s;ive;</L>
<L>Hung in a Belt of <HI>Bufflers</HI> Hide,</L>
<L>I think at lea&s;t eight Inches wide;</L>
<L>It was good Armour, let me tell-ye,</L>
<L>To Guard from Wounds both back and belly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus mounted I my Noble Steed,</L>
<L>In this brave order to proceed;</L>
<L>But by the way my Mu&s;e intent-is,</L>
<L>To &s;ing my Hor&s;es Excellencies,</L>
<L>A &s;hort Encomium on his Paces,</L>
<L>With all his Comely Looks and Graces:</L>
<L><HI>Don Quixot</HI>'s Steed ne'er mov'd &s;o Nimble,</L>
<L>When he advanc'd again&s;t the Wind-mill.</L>
<L>And as for &s;hape he far &s;urpa&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>The Cour&s;er of Sir <HI>Hudibra&s;s</HI>'s.</L>
<L>He was, if I am not mi&s;taken,</L>
<L>As Fat as any <HI>Hock of Bacon;</HI></L>
<L>He'd all his Ribs, I'll boldly &s;wear on't,</L>
<L>I told them, they were &s;o apparent.</L>
<L>No Curb he needed, who&s;e will Ride-him,</L>
<L>In&s;tead of that, a Thread wou'd guide-him.</L>
<L>For this much in his Prai&s;e I'll &s;ay,</L>
<L>I never knew him Run Away.</L>
<L>Three Legs he'd Gallop like a Racer,</L>
<L>But &s;till the Forth would be a Pacer.</L>
<L>Yet when he Ambled, &s;ure as cou'd-be,</L>
<L>That &s;elf &s;ame Leg a Trotter wou'd-be</L>
<PB N="6" REF="4">
<L>What Pace &s;o e'er he'd into enter,</L>
<L>One Leg would &s;till be a Di&s;&s;enter,</L>
<L>Which makes me apt to think (Plague rot-him!)</L>
<L>Some Presbyterians Cart-hor&s;e got-him;</L>
<L>With Whip and Spur he might be beat-up,</L>
<L>Into a <HI>Canterbury</HI> Tit-up,</L>
<L>But then on's Knees, he'd be &s;o Humble,</L>
<L>Each other &s;tep would be a Stumble.</L>
<L>Then would I Spur, Whip, Cur&s;e, and Mumble,</L>
<L>And he poor Jade, &s;o Groan, and Grumble,</L>
<L>That 'twould have made you Laugh to've Seen-us,</L>
<L>Such work &s;ometimes there was between-us.</L>
<L>He ne'er would &s;weat nor. Tired be;</L>
<L>Confound him! but he Tired me;</L>
<L>Hail, Rain, or Shine, he'd in all Weather</L>
<L>Trot, Stumble, Gallop, altogether;</L>
<L>So Fierce he'd look, when he was Prancing,</L>
<L>With Pendant Ears and Tail advancing;</L>
<L>And thro' both Thick and Thin wou'd Trudg-it,</L>
<L>As fa&s;t as A&s;s, with Tinkers Budget,</L>
<L>He'd rarely &s;erve &s;ome Country Par&s;on,</L>
<L>To clap his Lazine&s;s's Ar&s;e-on;</L>
<L>Or truly to exchange my Notion,</L>
<L>He'd finely fit a <HI>Spaniards</HI> Motion,</L>
<L>For Whip and Spur at any rate,</L>
<L>Would never make him change his Gate;</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Poet</HI> ne'er was mounted thus,</L>
<L>Sure on &s;o Damn'd a <HI>Pega&s;us.</HI></L>
<L>And Madam <HI>Fortune,</HI> &s;he to double,</L>
<L>Like an old Purblind Bitch, my Trouble,</L>
<L>And that my Ca&s;e might be amended,</L>
<L>My little Coin was &s;oon Expended.</L>
<L>Thus on I Travell'd, Hey-gee-<HI>Dobbin,</HI></L>
<L>Exempted from the fear of Robbing,</L>
<L>Till it grew Dark&mdash;</L>
<L>And then thro fear of being a&s;&s;aulted,</L>
<L>Into an Inn my Prancer Haulted,</L>
<L>With me upon his Back axalted.</L>
<L>Where I put up my Steed i'th' Stable,</L>
<L>Who &s;carce to crawl to th' Rack was able.</L>
<L>Then to look big, I Cock'd my Ca&s;ter,</L>
<L>And bid the <HI>O&s;tler</HI> call his Ma&s;ter;</L>
<PB N="7" REF="4">
<L>Who when he came, cry'd, <HI>Welcome Sir;</HI></L>
<L><HI>You're Welcome into</HI> Leice&s;ter:</L>
<L><HI>It's Pretty Cold, Sir; d'ye de&s;ire</HI></L>
<L><HI>To warm you by the Kitchin Fire?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here</HI> Jack, Tom, Harry, Will, <HI>who's there?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pray &s;et the Gentleman a Chair.</HI></L>
<L><HI>What News, I pray, good Sir, from</HI> London?</L>
<L>I told him now King <HI>James</HI> was Undone,</L>
<L>For that the <HI>French</HI> had made a Peace,</L>
<L>Had turn'd to <HI>Swans</HI> &s;ome Peoples <HI>Gee&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>And that the Cath'lick King of <HI>Spain,</HI></L>
<L>Was Well and Sick, and Well again:</L>
<L>Which if, &s;aid I, the News be true,</L>
<L>'Tis very bad for you know who;</L>
<L>My ho&s;t reply'd, <HI>Marry good Speed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>This is rare dainty News indeed.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here</HI> Thomas <HI>take four Cans and fill 'em,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Efack we'll drink thy Health; brave</HI> William;</L>
<L><HI>And If, good Sir, you will permit me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I with a Can or two will Treat you.</HI></L>
<L>I Thank'd him&mdash;</L>
<L>And then undaunted as a Trooper,</L>
<L>I ask'd him what he had for Supper.</L>
<L>He an&s;wer'd me, rare <HI>Duck</HI> or <HI>Chickin,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Ribs</HI> of <HI>Beef</HI> where was good picking,</L>
<L>As Fat and good as Knife cou'd &s;tick-in.</L>
<L>In then he call'd his Pretty Daughter,</L>
<L>In truth, which made my Chops to water,</L>
<L>That I &s;hould &s;carce have made a Scruple,</L>
<L>To've lent her Button to her Loophole.</L>
<L>As &s;he came in to &s;how, her Breeding,</L>
<L>She drop'd a Cur'&s;ie mo&s;t exceeding.</L>
<L>I ro&s;e and Ki&s;t her as I &s;hou'd-do,</L>
<L>And gave her earne&s;t what I wou'd-do.</L>
<L>With fine white Hands late cro&s;s her Belly,</L>
<L>She look'd &s;o tempting, let me tell-ye;</L>
<L>Her Lips &s;o Melting, &s;oft and Tender,</L>
<L>They did &s;o &s;weet a Ki&s;s Surrender,</L>
<L>That Pego like an up&s;tart Hector,</L>
<L>Finding how much I did affect-her,</L>
<L>Wou'd fain have Rul'd as Lord Protector:</L>
<L>Inflam'd by one &s;o like a Godde&s;s,</L>
<L>I &s;carce cou'd keep him in my Codpi&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="8" REF="5">
<LG>
<L>By this time &s;he had brought in Supper,</L>
<L>Then at the Tables end that's upper,</L>
<L>My <HI>Landlord</HI> &s;et his Brawny Crupper;</L>
<L>With Eyes t'wards Heaven devoutly ca&s;t,</L>
<L>As if it were to be his la&s;t,</L>
<L>He &s;aid a Grace, as I conjecture</L>
<L>As long as any Ev'ning Lecture.</L>
<L>His next Oration being then,</L>
<L><HI>Fall on; you're welcome Gentlemen,</HI></L>
<L>VVhich he had &s;poke, but I no &s;ooner,</L>
<L>Fell on as fierce as a Dragooner:</L>
<L>I Cut, and Sla&s;h'd, and Carbonado'd</L>
<L>The Meat being cold, had &s;ome Grilliado'd</L>
<L>VVe &s;at not long upon our Haunches,</L>
<L>Ere we had all well &s;tuft our Paunches.</L>
<L>Hiding with's Hat an ugly Face,</L>
<L>My <HI>Landlord</HI> then &s;aid After-Grace:</L>
<L>And &s;o in order to be Drunk,</L>
<L>Each gave the word for Drink and Funk;</L>
<L>Then na&s;ty Cans well lind with Ro<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">m,</L>
<L>VVhere brought us in by the whole Dozen.</L>
<L>An <HI>Alderman</HI> both grave and wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Did from his Elbow Chair ari&s;e,</L>
<L>Plucks off his Hat from his bald Noddle,</L>
<L>And thus t'wards me pre&s;ents his Fuddle;</L>
<L><HI>Here Hone&s;t Ma&s;ter, here's to thee;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To England Church Pro&s;peritie;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And he's a Rogue, and he'd maintain-it,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That dare to &s;peak a Word again-it.</HI></L>
<L>After we'd Cuft about the Ale,</L>
<L>And each in's turn had told his Tale,</L>
<L>The following Point we chanced to pitch-on,</L>
<L>(Being half Fuddled) was Religion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then one begins in a great Rapture,</L>
<L>And runs a Gleaning thro' the Scripture,</L>
<L>To prove it mo&s;t Divinely True,</L>
<L>That <HI>Balaam</HI> and his <HI>A&s;s</HI> were Two;</L>
<L>At which then I clap'd in a word,</L>
<L>And &s;wore by the L&mdash;d, he made the Third;</L>
<L>Then up &s;tarts he in mighty Anger,</L>
<L>And Swore but that I was a Stranger,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e he further would contend on't,</L>
<L>Then bit his Nails and there's an End-on't.</L>
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<PB N="9" REF="5">
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<L>Another he Breathes forth an Hick-up,</L>
<L>And gravely then begins to &s;peak-up,</L>
<L>That he'd before the World maintain,</L>
<L><HI>Eve</HI> Damn'd her&s;elf with a Permain.</L>
<L>I told him no, 'twas Fruit much &s;weeter,</L>
<L>Of a more Noble Charming Nature,</L>
<L>That made her Liqu'ri&s;h Chops to water.</L>
<L>At which he Skip'd, to make Eva&s;ions,</L>
<L>From <HI>Gene&s;is</HI> to th' <HI>Revelations.</HI></L>
<L>At la&s;t to th' Clouds his fancy to&s;t-him,</L>
<L>Like Doctor <HI>S</HI>&mdash;<HI>ley</HI> there we lo&s;t-him.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Third, who being more &s;edate,</L>
<L>And &s;eem'd not much to care to prate;</L>
<L>Would now and then by Chance refine-us,</L>
<L>Some godly Phra&s;e, from <HI>Tom Aquinus:</HI></L>
<L>And then began to tell a Story</L>
<L>Of <HI>Limbo,</HI> and of <HI>Purgatory:</HI></L>
<L>And Quoted much St. <HI>Gregory.</HI></L>
<L>My <HI>Landlord</HI> who had long &s;at &s;ilent,</L>
<L>At this poor St. grew very Vi'lent</L>
<L>Saying he was (excu&s;e mi&s;taking)</L>
<L>A Popi&s;h Saint o'th' Devils making.</L>
<L>And then rail'd furiou&s;ly on,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Whore of <HI>Babylon.</HI></L>
<L>Telling as many dreadful Stories,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Ma&s;&s;acres</HI> and <HI>Purgatories;</HI></L>
<L>And how their Bloody Prie&s;ts would Broil-us,</L>
<L>Stew, Friga&s;ie, nay Bake or Boil-us;</L>
<L>And where &s;o Exqui&s;ite in Evil,</L>
<L>In wicked Snares they'd Trap the Devil.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then one who&s;e Argumental Fire,</L>
<L>Spoke him &s;ome <HI>Je&s;uite</HI> or <HI>Fryar,</HI></L>
<L>Aro&s;e and Cry'd he was a <HI>Roman,</HI></L>
<L>Profe&s;s'd the &s;ame, and valu'd no-man;</L>
<L>He Huffs and Puffs, looks big and Blu&s;ters,</L>
<L>Speaking great words to m' Ho&s;t by Clu&s;ters;</L>
<L>And Stagg'ring Swore, his Brains being mellow,</L>
<L>St. <HI>Greg'ry</HI> was an hone&s;t Fellow.</L>
<L>And as for Baking, Boiling, Frying,</L>
<L>He vow'd to G&mdash;d, twas all Damn'd Lying.</L>
<L>Then one, a Church Clerk in the Town,</L>
<L>At that &s;ame Word began to Frown,</L>
<PB N="10" REF="6">
<L>He &s;martly took him up, and &s;hort,</L>
<L>Which truly made us plea&s;ant &s;port.</L>
<L>Says he I'll hold you <HI>(Sir)</HI> a Shilling,</L>
<L>I'll prove the <HI>Pope</HI> to be a Villain:</L>
<L>That no &s;uch pow'r to him is given,</L>
<L>With's <HI>Bulls</HI> to to&s;s a man to Heaven.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With that &s;uch Noi&s;e we had a while,</L>
<L>Lowd as the Cataracts of <HI>Nile:</HI></L>
<L>Each Strain'd his Lungs to keep on prating,</L>
<L>No Sweeter Mu&s;ick at Bear-bating:</L>
<L>Noi&s;e thro' the whole Society, went</L>
<L>For th' better part of Argument.</L>
<L>He that Bawl'd loude&s;t, we all cry'd,</L>
<L>Had the mo&s;t Rea&s;on on his &s;ide.</L>
<L>Then one he made a loud Oration,</L>
<L>Thumping the Table, 'n Vindication</L>
<L>O th' <HI>Pope</HI> and Tran&s;ub&s;tantiation.</L>
<L>At which the P&s;almi&s;t grew &s;o angry,</L>
<L>He roar'd like one perplex'd with Strang'ry.</L>
<L>At la&s;t, being rai'sd (thro Indignation)</L>
<L>To th' highe&s;t pitch of Di&s;putation,</L>
<L>Each-Learned Point to tell you truly,</L>
<L>Ended in You-ly Sir, and You-ly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Fir'd by heat of Argument,</L>
<L>The Di&s;putants to Boxing went;</L>
<L>That Blowes might give Determination,</L>
<L>To their deep Point in Di&s;putation.</L>
<L>To it they fell and Bang'd each other,</L>
<L>Amid&s;t the <HI>Spittle, Spew,</HI> and <HI>Smother.</HI></L>
<L>The Pipes and Noggins flew about,</L>
<L>And Candles &s;oon were all put out;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I at di&s;tance &s;tole away,</L>
<L>Not Caring for the heat o'th' fray,</L>
<L>Yet &s;tood where I could &s;ee fair play,</L>
<L>For Poets (tho they oft by Writing</L>
<L>Breed Quarrels) &s;eldom care for Fighting.</L>
<L>Both Spur'd with Honour, in Bravado,</L>
<L>Each boldly &s;tood the Ba&s;tinado.</L>
<L>One Scratch'd and Claw'd like any <HI>Ferret,</HI></L>
<L>'La&s;t t'other gave him &s;uch a wheret,</L>
<L>Who b'ing a&s;toni&s;h'd at the Cuff,</L>
<L>Cry'd out, <HI>O L</HI>&mdash;<HI>d I have enough.</HI></L>
<PB N="11" REF="6">
<L>The mighty Conqu'rer then &s;at down,</L>
<L>With torn Clothes and broken Crown.</L>
<L>His Victim from the Ground aro&s;e,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t blow'd, and then he wip'd his No&s;e;</L>
<L>Which truly much reviv'd the Noddy,</L>
<L>To find 'twas <HI>Snotty</HI> more then <HI>Bloody.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Clerk</HI> who &s;tood in Vindication</L>
<L>Of <HI>England</HI>'s People, Church, and Nation,</L>
<L>With painful thre&s;hing let us &s;ee,</L>
<L>How he could Maul down <HI>Popery.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the &s;mart Combate thus was ended,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Clerk's</HI> Courage much commended;</L>
<L>To make the Champions both amends,</L>
<L>We all agreed they &s;hould be Friends,</L>
<L>Provided they would each be willing,</L>
<L>On that Account to &s;pend a Shilling,</L>
<L>They an&s;wer'd yes, if it were Ten,</L>
<L>And &s;o &s;hook hands like hone&s;t men.</L>
<L>The <HI>Tap&s;ter</HI> we began to call-on,</L>
<L>To fill the Jug that held a Gallon.</L>
<L>Who &s;hould &s;tep in, from out the Gate-way,</L>
<L>But our Church-<HI>Ce&s;ar</HI>'s, <HI>Cleopatra;</HI></L>
<L>Who Ent'ring in a mighty Pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>Gave her great Lord this Salutation.</L>
<L><HI>You Rogue, you Ra&s;cal, are you not</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Silly, Sorry, Saphead, Sot,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To thus &s;it hugging of a Pot;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And let your poor young Infants mutter,</HI></L>
<L><HI>At home, for want of Bread and Butter?</HI></L>
<L><HI>You'll find, you Bea&s;t, your Guzzling Ale</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will one day bring you to a Goale.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be Judge your &s;elf; would it not vex-one,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;ee how hadn&s;omely the</HI> Sexton</L>
<L><HI>Maintains his Wife and Family,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In all her Silks and Bravery:</HI></L>
<L><HI>When I, 'tis well known, &s;ince my Marriage,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Have wanted Bread to Crumb my Porrage,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And you that are the</HI> Clerk <HI>o'th' Pari&s;h,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In Ale (you Sot) to be &s;o Lavi&s;h?</HI></L>
<L><HI>I will appeal, is't not a hard thing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>No one will tru&s;t us for a Farthing?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nay, don't you Grin, and thus perplex-me:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I Vow to gad, if once you vex-me,</HI></L>
<PB N="12" REF="7">
<L><HI>You know I &s;hall not be afraid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To fling the Flaggon at your Head.</HI></L>
<L><HI>You're a fit man to &s;ay Gods Word!</HI></L>
<L><HI>You &s;ay Amen! You &s;ay a Turd.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The&s;e Practices you know are Evil:</HI></L>
<L><HI>You Clerk to th' Church! You Clerk to th' Devil.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ri&s;e and go home, or by my Soul,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'll &s;plit your Noddle with the Bowl.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Noddy fear'd to di&s;obey,</L>
<L>Aro&s;e, took leave, and went away.</L>
<L>The re&s;t, as well as he, god-wot,</L>
<L>Be'ng Govern'd by the Petticoat,</L>
<L>Fearing their Wives in indignation,</L>
<L>Should blow up our A&s;&s;ociation.</L>
<L>With Sparkling Eyes, and Flaming No&s;es,</L>
<L>They all reel'd home unto their Spou&s;es:</L>
<L>Leaving my Ho&s;t and I to prate,</L>
<L>Of &s;ome affairs Concerning State.</L>
<L>Says he, <HI>What if the King of Spain</HI></L>
<L><HI>Should die? I pray you, Sir, what then?</HI></L>
<L>Why then &s;aid I, to tell you true,</L>
<L>The Lord knows what will then en&s;ue,</L>
<L>To the great Good of God knows who.</L>
<L>Then one Man very high would grow,</L>
<L>Another Tumble down as low.</L>
<L>The &s;ame thing as it was you know,</L>
<L>About a Hundred Years ago,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Bakers</HI> Chronicle, will Show.</L>
<L><HI>Truly,</HI> &s;ays he, <HI>'tis mighty Strange,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lord &s;end us then a better Change.</HI></L>
<L>By this time we were got &s;o Fudled,</L>
<L>That both our Brains, in truth were adled.</L>
<L>Thus like true Sots we neither &s;tarted</L>
<L>Till Drunk and &s;o to Bed departed.</L>
<L>A drow&s;y Tike who born far <HI>North,</HI></L>
<L>From Chimny Corner then &s;tep'd forth:</L>
<L>His bunch of Keys begins to handle,</L>
<L>And kindles up a farthing Candle.</L>
<L>Then rubs his Eyes, and Scratches Head,</L>
<L>And lights me blund'ring up to bed;</L>
<L>Into a Room not large but little,</L>
<L>Well lin'd with <HI>Cobwebs, Dirt,</HI> and <HI>Spittle:</HI></L>
<PB N="13" REF="7">
<L>Where &s;ev'ral Buggy-Beds &s;tood up,</L>
<L>As clo&s;e as Looms in Weavers Shop.</L>
<L>Where Snoaring in black Shirts there lay-men,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Sweaty Toes &s;tunk wor&s;e then Dray-men;</L>
<L>Ad's-wounds, &s;aid I, you Rogue you Dog,</L>
<L>Why what do'&s;t take me for a Hog,</L>
<L>A Pedler, Drover or a Carman,</L>
<L>To here Pig in, among&s;t &s;uch Vermin?</L>
<L>Pray know, you Ra&s;cal, you're mi&s;taken;</L>
<L>I feed not upon Ru&s;ty Bacon.</L>
<L>I do believe thou think'&s;t to day,</L>
<L>I'm got thus Drunk with <HI>Curds</HI> and <HI>Whey.</HI></L>
<L>Shew me, you <HI>Whip-&s;hire Northern Clown,</HI></L>
<L>His Wor&s;hips Room, with Bed of Down,</L>
<L>Kept lock'd again&s;t he comes to Town,</L>
<L>Or I &s;hall crack your addled Crown.</L>
<L><HI>By'r Lady, Sir,</HI> (quo' he) <HI>by th' Ma&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I&s;e &s;how you that, 'tis all a Ca&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For if his Wor&s;hip comes to morrow:</HI></L>
<L><HI>He's do the like, the meere's my &s;orrow:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Marry Lig there, or where it plea&s;e-ye,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God-take-me, Sir, I&s;e no &s;ike Ni&s;ey,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;tand a Drub; I can delay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As well until another day.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With this my Lank-hair'd Chamber Groom,</L>
<L>Convey'd me to a Noble Room,</L>
<L>Wherein all Night I Slept and Snor'd,</L>
<L>Spew'd, Belch'd, and Farted, like a Lord.</L>
<L>Waking i'th' Morning very dry</L>
<L>(Drunk over night, the Rea&s;on why)</L>
<L>I thump'd and roar'd like any Dragon,</L>
<L>Till quench'd my Drought, with double Flaggon.</L>
<L>Then 'ro&s;e (and that which made me Titter)</L>
<L>As &s;tiff as Stone-Hor&s;e from his Litter;</L>
<L>For merry Wives will &s;ay by &s;tealth,</L>
<L>It is a Noble Sign of Health;</L>
<L>Altho' a&s;ham'd to let us here-'em,</L>
<L>Le&s;t we, unlucky Wags, &s;hould Jear-'em.</L>
<L>My Ob&s;olete Accouterments,</L>
<L>Disfigur'd much with Holes and Rents,</L>
<L>I then put on, my Tilter hanging</L>
<L>Like <HI>Beau,</HI> of very ancient &s;tanding.</L>
<L>Then with a bold, not brazen Face,</L>
<L>Did to my Ho&s;t make known my Ca&s;e.</L>
<L>In down right Words (t' avoid &s;u&s;picion)</L>
<L>I open'd plain my <HI>Job</HI>'s Condition.</L>
<L>My Landlord grin'd, &s;cratch'd, humm'd, and haw'd,</L>
<L>And then his Fingers-ends he gnaw'd,</L>
<L>Replyipg thus &mdash;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To me you know, Sir, you're a Stranger,</L>
<L>And yet I hope there is no Danger,</L>
<L>But that your Moneys and your Lands</L>
<L>Will quickly come into your hands;</L>
<PB N="14" REF="8">
<L>And then, I pray Sir, when you can,</L>
<L>Take care to prove an hone&s;t Man.</L>
<L>Since 'tis, as 'tis, all I can &s;ay,</L>
<L>Your Welcome, tho you cannot Pay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho he &s;poke fair, I knew he Ly'd;</L>
<L>What his Tongue &s;aid, his Looks deny'd.</L>
<L>How e'er I gave him thanks for An&s;wer,</L>
<L>And &s;o be&s;trid my noble Prancer,</L>
<L>Who having Cru&s;t and Ale devour'd,</L>
<L>Cock'd Tail, and like a Dragon &s;cowr'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To my Attorneys then I rod,</L>
<L>To ask of him how matters &s;tood,</L>
<L>Who told me <HI>Grany's</HI> Will (in fine)</L>
<L>Was made quite oppo&s;ite to mine:</L>
<L>That my Preten&s;ions all were nought,</L>
<L>For &s;he had given ev'ry Groat,</L>
<L>T' her Laughter <HI>Doll</HI> who liv'd i'th' Hou&s;e,</L>
<L>And had not left poor <HI>Ned</HI> a Sou&s;e,</L>
<L>This baulk'd my hopes of being Rich,</L>
<L>And made me Scratch where't did not Itch.</L>
<L>No Money le&s;t, thought I, O &s;ad!</L>
<L>Nor Credit neither, that's as bad:</L>
<L>A glander'd, tired, founder'd Hor&s;e,</L>
<L>Ads-heartly-wounds! tis wor&s;e and wor&s;e;</L>
<L>Was ever Wretch beneath this Cur&s;e?</L>
<L>I ask'd the Scribe to lend's a Guinea,</L>
<L>He Snees'd, and &s;aid he had not any;</L>
<L>I fell t' a Crown, and then he &s;wore</L>
<L>He'd Pay'd it all but ju&s;t before;</L>
<L>No borr'wing P-t-ls of a Whore.</L>
<L>My Nag and I, then turn'd our Ar&s;es,</L>
<L>And breath'd out in revenge the&s;e Cur&s;es:</L>
<L>The Gout afflict thy Hands and Toes,</L>
<L>And may thy Reins be always Froze;</L>
<L>May'&s;t thee be Plagu'd with Cough all Night,</L>
<L>And Hard bound when thou go'&s;t to S&mdash;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Jade and I, for want of Pence,</L>
<L>Became the care of Providence,</L>
<L>Who brought us &s;afely up to Town,</L>
<L>But poor as when we fir&s;t went down.</L>
<L><HI>Poets,</HI> I find, in &s;pight of Fate,</L>
<L>Are never to be Rich or Great:</L>
<L>Their wealthy &s;tore con&s;i&s;ts in Thought,</L>
<L>Born never to be worth a Groat.</L>
<L>Heav'ns Will &s;hall ne'er want my Con&s;ent;</L>
<L>What e'er's my Lot, I'll be Content;</L>
<L>And bear with Patience, what I can't Prevent.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Reflections on a Country Corporation.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THE Town's an ancient Corporation,</L>
<L>Were Women hold a Tolleration,</L>
<L>For Univer&s;al Copulation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of what Degree &s;o e'er, or Function,</L>
<L>The Females never want Conjunction,</L>
<L>So great's their Love t'wards Humane Unction.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="15" REF="8">
<LG>
<L>Adultery and Fornication,</L>
<L>Are practic'd thro' the Corporation,</L>
<L>As proper means for Generation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Cuckolds and Mi&s;ers here are plenty,</L>
<L>Many Mechanicks, and few Gentry,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Bags are full, and Sculls arc empty:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Their Ju&s;tices, to &s;peak the be&s;t-on,</L>
<L>Are Country 'Squires, the People Re&s;t-on;</L>
<L>But Fools enough, you need not Que&s;tion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hone&s;t Men precious are as Rubies;</L>
<L>Their <HI>May'rs</HI> Succe&s;&s;ively are Boobies,</L>
<L>And <HI>Aldermen</HI> great Brawny Loobies.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Top oth' Town are <HI>Petty-Foggers.</HI></L>
<L>The Mean, are <HI>Mercers</HI> and <HI>Corn-Jobbers,</HI></L>
<L>The Lowe&s;t, Common <HI>Whores</HI> and <HI>Robbers.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As for Religions there are many</L>
<L>Profe&s;t, but few that Practice any;</L>
<L>They'd deny God to gain a Penny.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'The Puny &s;ort are kind of Franticks,</L>
<L>Who Pray and Prate on Stools like Anticks,</L>
<L>Follow'd by Spiritual Pedanticks.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Yea</HI> and <HI>Nay's</HI> their Communication,</L>
<L><HI>Swearing</HI> they hold's Abomination,</L>
<L>But <HI>Whoring,</HI> as a &s;mall Tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They cackle Doctrine by the Spirit,</L>
<L>Who lies, and &s;ays they &s;hall inherit</L>
<L>A Heavenly Kingdom, by their Merit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For all their Canting, Pious prating,</L>
<L>And Godly Humming at their Meeting,</L>
<L>Their Con&s;cience lets them live by Cheating.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next the&s;e, there are two Leering Factions,</L>
<L>Who rule the Roa&s;t, at all Elections,</L>
<L>And with delight brew State-Di&s;tractions.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e are the Godly Tribes we Read-of,</L>
<L>Who cut the <HI>Royal-Martyrs</HI> Head-off;</L>
<L>The&s;e are the Rogues Old-Nick has need-of.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So fix'd, their Principles ne'er alter;</L>
<L>So Hone&s;t, each de&s;erves a Halter;</L>
<L>So Learn'd, &s;carce one can Read his P&s;alter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis true, the Pa&s;tors of the Zealous,</L>
<L>Such Doctrines will in Tub Reveal-us,</L>
<L>You'd think 'twas Magick from <HI>Cornelius.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At &s;uch deep Notions they'll be reaching,</L>
<L>That all the tedious hours they're Teaching,</L>
<L>You'd think them <HI>Conjuring,</HI> not <HI>Preaching.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Their Lawyers too, by Gods great Mercy,</L>
<L>Enough of Latin can rehear&s;e-ye,</L>
<L>To fill up <HI>Noverint &V;niver&s;i.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB N="16" REF="9">
<LG>
<L>To give more ample Definition,</L>
<L>Of the&s;e the Sowers of Sedition,</L>
<L>We'll do't by way of Suppo&s;ition.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They th' benefit o'th' <HI>Clergy</HI> needing,</L>
<L>I doubt but few for all their pleading,</L>
<L>Could &s;ave their Necks by their right Reading.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Chief of the&s;e the Town relies-on,</L>
<L>And thinks he is a very Wi&s;e-one,</L>
<L>But Hone&s;t as their Fat <HI>Exci&s;e-man.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If all the Tribe were Fools what then?</L>
<L>They may be <HI>Wi&s;er,</HI> God knows when;</L>
<L>But <HI>Cuckolds</HI> &s;till, Wives &s;ay Amen.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Author's Lamentation.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>A Shirt I have on, little better than none,</L>
<L>In Colour much Like to a Cinder,</L>
<L>So Thin and &s;o Fine, it is my De&s;ign,</L>
<L>To pre&s;ent it the Mu&s;es for Tinder.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My blew Fu&s;tian Breeches, &s;o falln in the Stiches,</L>
<L>You may &s;ee what my Legs have between-'em,</L>
<L>My Pockets all four, I'm a Son of a Whore,</L>
<L>If the Devil a Penny be in 'em.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Hat I have on, which &s;o Grea&s;y is grown,</L>
<L>It Remarkable is for it's Shining,</L>
<L>One &s;ide is &s;titch'd up, '&s;tead of Button and Loop,</L>
<L>But the Devil a bit of a Lining.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Coat it is Turn'd, with the Lappets Pi&s;s-burn'd,</L>
<L>So out at the Arm-pits and Elbows;</L>
<L>That I look as Ab&s;urd, as a Seaman on Boar'd,</L>
<L>Who has lain half a Year in the Bilboes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I have Stockins 'tis true, but the Devil a Shoe,</L>
<L>I am forc'd to wear Boots all weathers,</L>
<L>Till I've broke my Spur-Rowl's, and Damn'd my Boot Souls,</L>
<L>And Confounded my Upper-leathers.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Beard is grown long, as Hogs bri&s;tles, and &s;trong,</L>
<L>Which the Wenches &s;o woundily &s;tare-at,</L>
<L>The Colour is Whey, mix'd with Orange and Grey,</L>
<L>With a little &s;mall &s;pice of the Carrot.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I have a long Sword, you may tak't on my word,</L>
<L>For the Blade is a Tolledo tru&s;ty,</L>
<L>The handle is bound, with a black Ribbon round,</L>
<L>And the Basket-hilt damnable ru&s;ty.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O had you but &s;een, the fad &s;tate I was in,</L>
<L>You'd not find &s;uch a Poet in Twenty,</L>
<L>I'd nothing that's full, but my Shirt and my Scull,</L>
<L>For my Gutts and my Pockets were empty.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As true as I Live, I have but one Sleeve,</L>
<L>Which I wear in the room of a Cravat,</L>
<L>In this plight I wait, to get an E&s;tate,</L>
<L>But the Devil knows when I &s;hall have it.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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