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Or rather how wisely his stall was built near.
Lest with di'iving too far his tallow impair ;

When like the good ox, ft>r public good-cheer.
He comes to be roasted next St. James's fair.



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UPON ins HOUSE.

Here lie the sacred bones

Of Paul beguiled of his stones :

Here lie golden briberies,

The price of ruined families ;

The cavalier's debenture wall,

Fixed on an eccentric basis :

Here 's Dunkirk-Town and Tangier- Hall,*

The Queen's marriage and all.

The Dutchman's templum pctcis. f

* Some call it Dunkirk house, intimating that it was
builded by liis share of the price of Dunkirk. Tangier was
part of Queen Catherine's portion, the match between whom
and the King he was suspected to have a hand in making.

t It was said he had money of the Dutch, to treat of a



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ON THB

LORD MAYOR, AND COURT OF ALDERMEN,

rKESEJfTVXQ THE Kli(Q AXD THE DUKE OF YOItK, E^VCH
WITH ▲ COPT OP HIS FUKKDUOI, AKNO DOM. 1674.

A BALLAD.



The Londoners gent
To the King do present,

In a booc, the City maggot ;

'Tis a thing full of weight,
That requires all the might

Of the whole Guiid-IIall team to drag it

II.
Whilst their churches unbuilt.
And their houses undwelt,

And their orphans want bread to feed 'em ;
Themselves they've bereft
Of the little wealth they 'd left,

To make an offering of their freedom.



O ye addle-brained cits !
Who henceforth, in their wits,



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Would intrust their youth to your heeding ?
When in diamonds and gold
You have him thus enrolled ?

Ye know both his friends and his breeding !

IV.

Beyond sea he began,

Where such a riot he ran,
That every-one there did leave him ;

And now he 's come o'er

Ten times worse than before,
When none but such fools would receive
him.

V.

He ne'er knew, not he,

How to serve or be free.
Though he has passed through so many adven-
tures;

But e'er since he was bound,

(That is, he was crowned)
He has every day broke his indentui*es.

VI.

He spends all his days

In running to plays,
When he ought in his shop to be poring ;

And he wastes all his nights

In his constant delights,
Of revelling, drinking, and whoring.



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VII.

Throughout Lombard-street,

Each roan he did meet,
He would i*un on the score with and borrow ;

When they asked for their own,

He was broke and was gone,
And his creditors all left to sorrow.

VIII.