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We our wives turn'd out of doors,
And took in concubines and whores,
To make an alteration :

Our pulpiteers are proud and bold,
They their own wills and factions hold,
And fell falvation still for gold:

And here's our reformation!

'Tis a madness then to make
Thriving our employment,
And lucre love for lucre's fake,

Since we've poffeffion, not enjoyment.
Let the times run on their course,
For oppofition makes them worse,
We ne'er fhall better find 'em;
Let grandees wealth and pow'r engross,
And honour too, while we fit close,
And laugh, and take our plenteous dose
Of fack, and never mind 'em.

The SAFETY.

INCE it has been lately enacted high-treafon

For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state,

Let every one make use of his reafon,

See and hear what he can, but take heed what he prate; For the proverbs do learn us,

He that ftays from the battle fleeps in a whole fkin,
And our words are our own if we can keep 'em in z
What fools are we then who to prattle begin

Of matters that do not concern us?

Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones,
My mind is a kingdom, and fhall be to me:
I'd make it appear, if I had but the time once,
I'm happier with one than he can be with three,
If I may but enjoy it :

He that's mounted on high, is a mark for the hate,
And the envy, of every pragmatical pate,

While he that lies low is fecure in his ftate,

And the great ones do fcorn to annoy it.

I'm never the better which fide gets the battle,
The tubs or the croffes, what is it to me?
'Twill neither encrease my goods nor my chattle,
For a beggar's a beggar, and fo he fhall be,
Unless he turn traytor.

Let mifers take courfes to heap up their treasure,

Whose luft has no limits, whose mind has no measure ; Let me but bé quiet, and take a little pleasure,

A little contents my nature.

My petition fhall be, that canary be cheaper,

Without patent, or custom, or curfed excife,

That the wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper,
And not be undone while their heads they baptize,
And in liquor to drench 'em :

If this were but granted, who wou'd not defire
To dub himself one of Apollo's own choir ?

We'll ring out the bells when our noses are on fire,
And the quarts fhall be buckets to quench 'em.

I account him no wit that is gifted at railing.
And flirting at those who above him do fit,
While they can outdo him at whipping and jayling,
Then his purse or his perfon must pay for his wit,
'Tis better to be drinking:

If fack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart,
I'd study for money to merchandise for't,

And with a true friend wou'd make merry and fport, Not a word, but we'll pay 'em with thinking.

The Tub-preacher.

ITH face and fashion to be known,

WWith eyes all white, and many a groan,

With neck awry, and fnivelling tone,
And handkerchief from nofe new blown,

And loving cant to fifter Joan,

'Tis a new teacher about the town,

Oh! the town's new teacher.

With

With cozening laugh, and hollow cheek,
To get new gatherings every weak,
With paltry sense as man can speak,
With fome fmall Hebrew and no Greek,
With hums and haws when stuff's to feek,

'Tis a new teacher, &c.

With hair cut fhorter than the brow,
With little band, as you know how,
With cloak like Paul, no coat I trow,
With furplice none, nor girdle now,
With hands to thump, nor knees to bow,

'Tis a new teacher, &c.

With fhop-board breeding and intrusion,
By fome outlandish institution,
With Calvin's methods and conclufion,
To bring all things into confufion,
And far-fetcht fighs, for meer illufion,

'Tis a new teacher, &c.

With threats of abfolute damnation,
But certainly of fome falvation
To his new fect, not every nation;
With election and reprobation,
And with fome use of confolation,

'Tis a new teacher, &c.

With troops expecting him at door
To hear a fermon and no more,

And women following him good ftore,
And with great bibles to turn o'er,

Whilft Tom writes notes, as bar-boys fcore,

'Tis a new teacher, &c.

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P.45

Du Val & Highwayman

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