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A New Ballad, call'd, The Chequer-Inn.
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I'll tell thee, Dick, where I have been,Where I the Parliament have seen,
The Choice of Ale and Beer:
But such a Choice as ne'er was found,
In any Age on English Ground,
In Borough or in Shire.
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At Charing-Cross, hard by the wayWhere all the Berties make their Hay,
There stands a House new painted:
Where I could see 'em crouding in;
But sure they often there had been,
They seem'd so well acquainted.
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The Host that dwells in that same House,Is now a Man that was a Mouse,
Till he was Burgess chosen:
And for his Country first began,
But quickly turned Cat in Pan;
The way they all have rosen.
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And ever since he did so wex,That now he Mony tells by Pecks,
And heaps up all our Treasure:
Thou'lt ken him out by his white Wand
He dandles always in his Hand,
With which he strikes the Measure.
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And tho he now does look so big,And bear himself on such a Twig,
'Twill fail him in a Year:
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For all his slender Quarter-staff,
And have him here and there.
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He is as stiff as any Stake,And leaner, Dick, than any Rake,
Envy is not so pale:
And tho by selling of us all,
He'as wrought himself into Whitehall,
He looks like Bird of Jail.
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And where he might e'er now have laid,Had not the Members most been made,
For some had been indicted:
For whosoe'er that peach him durst,
To clear him would have been the first,
Had they too been requited.
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But he had Men enough to spare,Besides a good Friend in the Chair,
Tho all Men blush'd that heard it:
Therefore I needs must speak my Mind,
They all deserv'd to have been kind
For such a shameful Verdict.
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And now they march'd all Tag and Rag,Each of his handy work to brag,
Over a gallant Supper:
On backside of their Letter some
For sureness cited were to come;
The rest were bid by Cooper.
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They stood, when enter'd in the Hall,Mannerly rear'd against the Wall,
Till to sit down desir'd:
And simper'd, justly to compare,
Like Maidens at a Statue-Fair,
None went away unhir'd.
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The Lady, dress'd like any Bride,Her Forehead-Cloth had laid aside,
And smiling thro did sail:
Tho they had dirted so the Room,
That she was forc'd to call for Groom,
To carry up her Tail.
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Wheeler at Board then next her set,And if it had been nearer yet,
She might it well afford:
For ev'n at Bed the time has been,
When no one could see Sun between
His Lady and her Lord.
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This Knight was sent t'America,And was as soon sent for away,
Tho not for his good Deeds:
But 'twas, it seems, with this Intent,
To plant with us that Government,
From thence he brought the Seeds.
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And next him sat George Mountague,The Foreman of the British Crew,
His Cup he never fails:
Mansel and Morgan, and the rest,
All of them of the Grand Inquest,
A Jury right of Wales.
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Wild with his Tongue did all out-run,And popping like an Elder-Gun,
Both Words and Meat did utter:
The Pellets which his Chaps did dart,
Fed all his Neighbours overthwart,
That gap'd to hear him sputter.
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But King, God save him, tho so cramm'd,The Cheer into his Breeches ramm'd,
Which Butt'ry were and Larder:
And of more Prov'nder to dispose,
Had sew'd on too his double Hose;
For Times thou know'st grew harder.
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H---lt, out of Linen, as of Land,Had mortgag'd of his two one Band,
To have the other wash'd:
And tho the Sweat, the while he eat,
With his own Gravy fill'd the Plate,
That Band with Sauce too dash'd.
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His Brain and Face Tredenham wrung,For Words not to be said but sung;
His Neck it turn'd on Wier:
And Berkenhead of all the Rout,
There was but one could be found out,
To be a greater Lyar.
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Old Hobbes's Brother Cheyney there,Throgmorton, Neville, Doleman were,
And Lawley, Knight of Shropshire:
Nay, Portman, tho all Men cry'd shame,
And Cholm'ley of Vale Royal came
For something more than Chop-cheer.
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The Western Glory, Harry Ford,The Landlord Bailes out-eat, out-roar'd,
And did his Trencher lick:
What pity 'tis a Wit so great,
Should live to sell himself for Meat;
But who can help it, Dick?
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Yet, wot'st thou, he was none of those,But would as well as Meat have Clothes,
Before he'd sell the Nation:
And wisely lodging at next Door,
Was serv'd more often than the Poor,
With his whole Generation.
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Sir Courtney Poole and he contend,Which should the other most commend
For what that Day they spoke:
The Man that gave that woful Tax,
And sweeping all our Chimney-Stacks,
Excises us for Smoke.
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The Hanmers, Herberts, Sandys, Musgr---s,Fathers and Sons, like coupled Slaves,
They were not to be sunder'd:
The Tale of all that there did sup
On Chequer-Tallies, was scor'd up,
And made above a hundred.
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Our greatest Barn could not have heldThe Belly-Timber that they fell'd,
For Mess was rick'd on Mess:
'Twas such a Treat, that I'm afraid
The Reck'ning never will be paid,
Without another Cess.
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They talk'd about, and made such din,That scarce the Lady could hedg in
The Papishes and Frenches:
On them she was allow'd to rail,
But, and thereby does hang a Tale,
Not one word of the Wenches.
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The Host, who sat at lower end,The Healths in order up did send,
Nor of his own took care:
But down the Visick Bottle threw,
And took his Wine, when 'twas his Due,
In spite of 'Pothecare.
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They drank, I know not who had most,Till King both Hostess kiss'd and Host,
And clap'd 'em on the Back:
And prithee why so pale? then swore,
Should they indict him o'er and o'er,
He'd bring him off i'fack.
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Then all said Ay, who had said No,And now, who would, 'twas time to go,
For Grace they did not stay:
And for to save the Serving-Men
The Pains of coming in agen,
The Guests took all away.
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Candlesticks, Forks, Salts, Plates, Spoons, Knives,Like Sweet-meats for their Girls and Wives,
And Table-Linen went:
I saw no more, but hither ran,
Lest some should take me for the Man,
And I for them be shent.
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