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Square Cap.
Come hither Appollo's bouncing girle,
And in a whole Hipocrine of Sherry
Let's drink a round till our braines do whirle,
Tuning our pipes to make our selves merry;
A Cambridg-Lasse, Venus-like, borne of the froth
Of an old half-fill'd Jagg of barly broth;
She she's my Mistresse, her suiters are many,
But shee'l have a Square-cap if ere she have any.
And in a whole Hipocrine of Sherry
Let's drink a round till our braines do whirle,
Tuning our pipes to make our selves merry;
A Cambridg-Lasse, Venus-like, borne of the froth
Of an old half-fill'd Jagg of barly broth;
She she's my Mistresse, her suiters are many,
But shee'l have a Square-cap if ere she have any.
And first, for the Plush sake, the Monmouth-cap comes
Shaking his head like an empty bottle.
With his new fangled oath by Jupiters thumbs,
That to her health hee'l begin a pottle:
He tels her that after the death of his Grannam,
He shall have God knowes what per annum:
But still she replyed, good Sir La bee,
If ever I have a man, Square-cap for mee,
Shaking his head like an empty bottle.
With his new fangled oath by Jupiters thumbs,
That to her health hee'l begin a pottle:
He tels her that after the death of his Grannam,
He shall have God knowes what per annum:
But still she replyed, good Sir La bee,
If ever I have a man, Square-cap for mee,
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Then Calot Leather-cap strongly pleads,
And faine would derive his pedigree of fashion:
The Antipodes wear their shooes one their heads,
And why may not we in their imitation?
Oh, how this foot-ball noddle would please,
If it were but weel toss'd on S. Thomas his Lees.
But still she repli'd, good Sir La-bee,
If ever I have a man, Square-cap for me.
And faine would derive his pedigree of fashion:
The Antipodes wear their shooes one their heads,
And why may not we in their imitation?
Oh, how this foot-ball noddle would please,
If it were but weel toss'd on S. Thomas his Lees.
But still she repli'd, good Sir La-bee,
If ever I have a man, Square-cap for me.
Next comes the Puritan in a Wrought-cap,
With a long wasted conscience towards a Sister,
And making a chappell of ease of her lap,
First he said grace, and then he kist her.
Beloved, quoth he, thou art my Text,
Then falls he to Use and Application next:
But then she replied, your Text (Sir) I'le be,
For then I'me sure you'l ne'r handle me.
With a long wasted conscience towards a Sister,
And making a chappell of ease of her lap,
First he said grace, and then he kist her.
Beloved, quoth he, thou art my Text,
Then falls he to Use and Application next:
But then she replied, your Text (Sir) I'le be,
For then I'me sure you'l ne'r handle me.
But see where Satten-cap scouts about,
And faine would this wench in his fellowship marry;
He told her how such a man was not put out,
Because his wedding he closely did carry,
Hee'l purchase Induction by Symony,
And offers her money her incumbent to be.
But still she replied, good Sir La-bee,
If ever I have a man, Square-cap for me.
And faine would this wench in his fellowship marry;
He told her how such a man was not put out,
Because his wedding he closely did carry,
Hee'l purchase Induction by Symony,
And offers her money her incumbent to be.
But still she replied, good Sir La-bee,
If ever I have a man, Square-cap for me.
The Lawyer's a Sophister by his Round-cap,
Nor in their fallacies are they divided;
The one milks the pocket the other the tap,
And yet this wench he fain would have bribed.
Come leave these thred-bare Scholars, quoth he,
And give me livery and season of thee:
But peace John-a-Nokes, and leave your Oration,
For I never will be your Impropriation.
I pray you therefore good Sir La-bee;
For if ever I have a man, Square-cap for me.
Nor in their fallacies are they divided;
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And yet this wench he fain would have bribed.
Come leave these thred-bare Scholars, quoth he,
And give me livery and season of thee:
But peace John-a-Nokes, and leave your Oration,
For I never will be your Impropriation.
I pray you therefore good Sir La-bee;
For if ever I have a man, Square-cap for me.
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