Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets With variety of other drolling Verses upon several Subjects. Composed by no body must know whom, and are to be had every body knows where, and for somebody knows what [by John Eliot] |
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A Sonnet upon the same subject.
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A Sonnet upon the same subject.
Room for unthrifts here comes a Company,
Room for spendthrifts St. George is at hand,
With his Idolators,
Dect up in costly furs,
And their rich Colours,
That lately were paun'd.
Bald pates and periwigs,
High plumes and tossing Sprigs,
See how they daunce their Iygs,
Thorough the Strand.
Room for spendthrifts St. George is at hand,
With his Idolators,
Dect up in costly furs,
And their rich Colours,
That lately were paun'd.
Bald pates and periwigs,
High plumes and tossing Sprigs,
See how they daunce their Iygs,
Thorough the Strand.
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Room for Rascalls here comes a company,
Ushers and Marshalls look well to your doors,
Taylors and Sempsters,
With Silkemen and Mercers,
And Goldsmiths and cutlers,
Approach with their stoares:
And see who comes after,
Made fit for the slaughter,
A wife and her daughter
For the Chavaliers Whoors.
Ushers and Marshalls look well to your doors,
Taylors and Sempsters,
With Silkemen and Mercers,
And Goldsmiths and cutlers,
Approach with their stoares:
And see who comes after,
Made fit for the slaughter,
A wife and her daughter
For the Chavaliers Whoors.
Room for Beggers here comes a company,
Old Retayners to this upstart crew;
That many years served,
And well have deserved,
But now may be starved,
For ought their Lords doe.
For some Lady mother,
Or some Basterd brother
Some Pander or other
To black turn'd their blew.
Old Retayners to this upstart crew;
That many years served,
And well have deserved,
But now may be starved,
For ought their Lords doe.
For some Lady mother,
Or some Basterd brother
Some Pander or other
To black turn'd their blew.
Old King Henry blest by thy Memory,
Lord how we vary since thy golden dayes!
Thy Knights of the Order,
Like Knights to Prince Arthur,
Did search out each quarter,
For Honour and praise:
But now they adventure
A Tavern to enter,
And sit in the Center
Of common stage Playes.
Lord how we vary since thy golden dayes!
Thy Knights of the Order,
Like Knights to Prince Arthur,
Did search out each quarter,
For Honour and praise:
But now they adventure
A Tavern to enter,
And sit in the Center
Of common stage Playes.
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Room for Bowlers, here comes a company.
Room for Iockyes, the Lords do appear;
Let Ordinary Eaters,
And old Iest repeaters,
With Banckers and Cheaters,
Make all places cleare.
Heers Blew and Carnation,
The Colours in fashion,
In spite of damnation
Shall sweare and forsweare.
Room for Iockyes, the Lords do appear;
Let Ordinary Eaters,
And old Iest repeaters,
With Banckers and Cheaters,
Make all places cleare.
Heers Blew and Carnation,
The Colours in fashion,
In spite of damnation
Shall sweare and forsweare.
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