Why fhould I truft my foul with one His folemn oaths he looks upon Which like their wives our fathers took But he takes oaths, as fome take whores, And rogues and whores it is well known At this the cobbler bolder grew, What have I faid, I will maintain, I know your character, quoth he, Th' honeft gentleman who faw Vicar, fays he, for fhame give o'er, You fcandalize your cloth too much All peoples eyes are on your tribe, And ev'ry little ill They multiply and aggravate, But now let's call another cause, Quoth Ralph, all this is empty talk, Your worship may do what you please, I think that you can do no less And I'll affift the constable In fixing in their hocks. There let 'em fit and fight it out, Ralph, quoth the knight, that's well advis'd, Let them both thither go, And you and the sub-magiftrate Take care that it be fo. Let them be lock'd in face to face, Bare buttocks on the ground; And let them in that posture fit "Till they with us compound. Thus Thus fix't, we'll leave them for a time How at a wake this knight and fquire, Valued at a higher rate. He that bears a fword, or a word Against the throne, And does prophanely prate, To abuse the state, Hath no kindness for his own. Till they come to 't agen; And letchery lin'd with furr, A cuckold may be made a knight, But But what's that to us, brave boys, Ho for cavaliers, Dub a dub, dub a dub, Oliver ftinks for fear. Fifth-monarchy-men muft down boys, We'll rally and to 't again, Face to the right about, Sing tantara rara boys, Tantrara rara boys; This is the life of an old CAVALIER. |