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Sir Thomas Jenner's Speech to his Wife and Children.
Dear Wife let me have a Fire made,
I'll tell you such News will make you all glad,
The like for another is scarce to be had:
This it is to be learned and witty.
I'll tell you such News will make you all glad,
The like for another is scarce to be had:
This it is to be learned and witty.
First, Butler, do you a Glass of Wine bring:
I'll tell you all the great Love of my King,
Which is a dainty curious fine thing.
This it is, &c.
I'll tell you all the great Love of my King,
Which is a dainty curious fine thing.
This it is, &c.
A wise learned Serjeant at Law I was made,
And a dainty fine Coif was put on my Head,
Which is heavier by far than a Hundred of Lead.
This it is, &c.
And a dainty fine Coif was put on my Head,
Which is heavier by far than a Hundred of Lead.
This it is, &c.
But soon after this I was made the Recorder,
To keep the worshipful Rabble in order,
And wore a Red Gown with long Sleeves and Border.
This it is, &c.
To keep the worshipful Rabble in order,
And wore a Red Gown with long Sleeves and Border.
This it is, &c.
What Justice I did, my dear Wife, you can tell;
Right or wrong I spar'd none, like the Devil in Hell,
But guilty or not, I sent all to Bridewel.
This it is, &c.
Right or wrong I spar'd none, like the Devil in Hell,
But guilty or not, I sent all to Bridewel.
This it is, &c.
Unless it were those that greased my Fist,
To them I gave Licence to cheat whom they list,
For it was only those my Mittimus miss'd.
This it is, &c.
To them I gave Licence to cheat whom they list,
For it was only those my Mittimus miss'd.
This it is, &c.
But then the King dy'd, which caus'd a Pother,
So I went to condole with the new King his Brother,
With Sorrow in one Hand, and Grief in the other.
This it is, &c.
So I went to condole with the new King his Brother,
With Sorrow in one Hand, and Grief in the other.
This it is, &c.
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For an ignorant Judg I was call'd by the King
To the Chequer Court, 'tis a wonderful thing,
Of which in short time the whole Nation did ring.
This it is, &c.
To the Chequer Court, 'tis a wonderful thing,
Of which in short time the whole Nation did ring.
This it is, &c.
By Great James I was rais'd to the Common-Pleas Bench,
'Cause he saw I had exquisite Politick Sense,
Which his Wisdom perceiv'd in the Future Tense.
This it is, &c.
'Cause he saw I had exquisite Politick Sense,
Which his Wisdom perceiv'd in the Future Tense.
This it is, &c.
At Sarum five hundred Pounds I have gotten,
To save Malefactors from swinging in Cotton,
For which they were hang'd and are now almost rotten.
This it is, &c.
To save Malefactors from swinging in Cotton,
For which they were hang'd and are now almost rotten.
This it is, &c.
But now, my dear Love, comes the Cream of the Jest,
For the King would take off the Oaths and the Test,
Which I told all his People would be for the best.
This it is, &c.
For the King would take off the Oaths and the Test,
Which I told all his People would be for the best.
This it is, &c.
He had my Opinion that 'twas in his power
To destroy all the Laws in less time than an hour,
For which I may chance to be sent to the Tower.
This it is, &c.
To destroy all the Laws in less time than an hour,
For which I may chance to be sent to the Tower.
This it is, &c.
And now to Magdalen College I come,
Where we have turn'd out most, but kept in some,
That so a new College of Priests might have room.
This it is, &c.
Where we have turn'd out most, but kept in some,
That so a new College of Priests might have room.
This it is, &c.
And so by that means we left the Door ope,
To turn out the Bishops, and let in the Pope,
For which we have justly deserved a Rope.
This it is to be learned and witty.
To turn out the Bishops, and let in the Pope,
For which we have justly deserved a Rope.
This it is to be learned and witty.
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