Such a like Pack of Cards to the Park making entry, Or Apothecaries lay up their Dogs Turds in Boxes. Wood in, Whilft another true Trojan to fome Paffage runs, As to keep in the Debtors, fo to keep out the Duns; Or a Prentice, or his Miftrefs, with Oaths to confound, [Ground, "Till he hyes him from the Park as from forbidden 'Cause his Credit is whole, and his Wench may be found, And quits the Guard, &c. Now it's Night, and the Patrole in Alehouse drown'd, For nought elfe but the Pot and their Brains walk the round; [does shew, Whilft like Hell the Commanders Guard-chamber There's fuch damning themselves and all else of the Crew, [his due, For tho' thefe cheat the Men, they give the Devil On the Guard, &c. Whilft a Main after Main at old Hazard they throw, And their Quarrels grow high as their Mony grows low; Strait they threaten hard (using bad Faces for Frowns) To revenge on the Fleth, the default of the Bones. But the Blood's in their Hofe, and in Oaths all their Like the Guard, &c. Wounds, In the Morning they fight, just as much as they pray; But for scratching of Faces, or biting of Thumbs; And now hey for fat Alewives, and Tradesmen grown lean; For the Captain grown Bankrupt, recruits him again, With fending out Tickets, and turning out Men From the Guard, &c. Strait the poor Rogues cafhier'd with a Cane, and a Curfe, Fall from wounding no Men, now to cut ev'ry Purfe : And what then? Man's a Worm; thefe we Glow worms may name: For as they're dark of Body, have Tails all of flame. The RAM B WH By Captain Alexander Radcliffe. Hile Duns were knocking at my Door, With Back fo weak--- You'd wonder. Like Thunder. I fate at Muskat's in the dark, From thence I went, with muffled Face, So fine is. When Play was done, I call'd a Link, I employ'd 'em? Why, Sir, I went to Miftrefs Spering, per fidem, Seven's the Main, 'tis Eight, God dam 'me 'Twas Six, faid I, as God shall fa' me, Now being true you cou'd not blame me So faying, Sa' me! quoth one, what Shamaroon Is this, has begg'd an Afternoon Of's Mother, to go up and down A playing? This was as bad to me as killing; Miftake not, Sir, faid I, I'm willing, And able both, to drop a Shilling, Or two, Sir. Goda'mercy then, faid Bully Hec---- To fhew, Sin With mangled Fift he grasp'd the Box, He throws---and calls for Plague and Pox T'affift him. Some twenty Shillings he did catch, Have mift him. As Luck would have it, in came Will, Canary. Which is in Fleetstreet to be feen, Where we drank Wine----not foul---but clean Contrary. Our Hoft, y'cleped Thomas Hammond, Drink Water.. Being o'er-warm'd with laft Debauch, When hot-bak'd-Wardens did approach, Or later. We broke the Glaffes out of hand, Or Ogle. But oh the damn'd confounded Fate Attends on drinking Wine fo late. Which Hammond's Wife would not endure; From Bitching A Club there was in t'other Room, They use a plain familiar Stile, Inteftine. The firft as Steward did appear, A Band 'had on, His Reading. that's very plain, A Velvet Coat, a fhining Cane, Some Law, lefs Wit, and not a Grain The Company were in a fit Of Breeding. Of talking News about Maestricht, Was fudden, Quoth he, (because they thould not say In Plowden. An angry Captain that was there, Such Non-fense? We talk of Sieges, Camps, and Forts, Damn'd long fince, |