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A Roaring Boyes Description.
Amongst the Monsters of this present Age,That in the world like fiends incarnate rage,
Acting such villanies, and horrid crimes,
(Vnknowne to men, in our forefathers times)
The Diuell hath (amongst his fashions new)
Begotten children of the cursed crue,
In whose vngraciousnesse he greatly ioyes,
And these by name are call'd his Roring Boyes:
Villaines that in all villanies abound,
VVhich in the liues of Reprobates are found;
Their dayes, and nights, are thus consum'd away,
To liue in sloth, and eate, and drinke, and play:
God's name is neuer in their mouthes, or hearts,
Vnlesse by oathes, to teare him out in parts,
Blasphemously abusing his dread name,
And hating those that doe reproue the same.
The choisest, louing, dearest friends they haue,
Is Punke and Pander, thiefe and coozening Knaue,
Sharke, Shifter, Cheater, Cutpurse, high way-stander,
VVith these, the broad wide way to hell they wander.
He is a Villaine dyde in brimstone graine,
And will hold out while endlesse flames endures,
(Such hardned hearts, delight in sinne procures)
If the to life, his picture you will haue,
To know him, by description of a Knaue,
Then thus his outside carries all the wealth,
Coos'nage can compasse, by frauds secret stealth:
And what our neat fantasticks newest hatch,
That at the second hand hee's sure to catch:
If it be Feather time, he weares a Feather,
A golden Hat-band, or a siluer either,
A beastly bushy head of lowsie haire,
A Horse-taile locke most nitty he doth weare,
VVasted like to some Dwarfe, or coated Ape,
As if of Monsters mis-begotten shape
He were ingendred, and reiecting Nature,
Were new cut out and stitch'd, the Taylors creature:
An elbow Cloake, because wide Hose and Garters
May be apparent in the lower quarters.
The pockey legges, that beare his carrion corse,
Are dayly booted, though he backe a horse
Twice in a twelue month, or forsweare to ride
Vntill a Cart to Tyborne be his guide.
Yet still in Russetings he will appeare,
Although with Shoomaker he neuer cleere.
His Cabage Ruffe of the outragious sise,
Starched in colour to beholders eyes:
A box of Infidels and Heathens drinke,
Compos'd as hell, of fire, smoke and stinke,
His whole estate is borrow, coozen, cheate,
This is a Roring-Boyes true Picture neate.
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