 | The Night Raven |  |
A night Swaggerer.
Tell me the Watch is set! why th' art an asse!What Constable dare say I shall not passe?
Who euer bids me stand, ile make him lye,
And cut his watchmen out like steakes to frye.
I am a gentleman in three degrees,
And for three worlds my tytles ile not leese:
A gentleman by true discent of blood,
My auncient stocke, was long before the flood.
Then for my schollership a gentleman,
Both reade and write, and cast a count I can.
Then third degree of gentleman I clayme
Is my profession of a Souldiers name,
Looke but your Chronicle for eighty eight,
And turne to Tilbury, you haue me straight.
And doest thou thinke that I will stand in feare,
Of Lanthorne bill-men, asking, who goes there?
No, in the night I must and will beare sway,
Although my humour be not so by day,
For then in policy I hold it best,
To shun a Sargeant, 'cause I feare arrest.
| The Night Raven | |