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Wishing that I may never find
Reft for my body, foul, or mind;
In this, or in the other state,

If from the day this vow bears date;
I do in any terms propose,

The leaft pretenfions to inclofe.

Quoth Ralph, we take this recantation,
Only by way of approbation;

But yet not doubting but you will,
What you have vow'd and fworn fulfil;
And not pretend by innuendo,

All this was done fe defendendo."
Shou'd he turn tail, by Jove, quoth Dick,
And try to ferve us a dog trick,
I'd quickly raife about his ears,
Ten thoufand ghofts of Cavaliers;
That back fhou'd drag him to this cave,
Where he fuch punishments fhall have,
That errant knight in days of yore,
Ne'er underwent the like before.
At which the king, to end the sport,
Stands up, and fo adjourns the court,

An ESSA Y.

WHEN Henry's fury firft grew tame,

For fober love he left the game.
When father call'd the youthful Aubborn,
From lewd Milk- Bank, to pious Woborn;
As well from broils and being drunk,
As from his nafty chopt-kneed punk;
Whofe honefly he'd often swear for,
Tho' he cou'd never tell us wherefore :
His noble heart, no longer able
To hear long grace at father's table;
Attended, he forfook his dwelling,
And rid abroad a paffion telling.

A wight he was, whofe very fight wou'd
Entitle him Mirror of knighthood;
Who never bent his ftubborn knee,
To any thing lefs mad than she;

Το

To whom a faithful heart he bore,

Tho' fhe lov'd mufick much before:
Big in the pit, big in the boxes,

Fam'd much for wound of fword and poxes,
And most fuccefsful he did prove,
In feats of duel as of love;

But here our authors make a doubt,
Whether he was more wife or ftout:
Some hold the one, and fome the other,
But he with both doth make a pother:
The diff'rence was fo fmall, his brain
Out-weigh'd his rage but half a grain;
Which makes some take him for a flave,
Which fools do work with, call'd a knave.

We grant, altho' he had much wit,
H' was very fhy of using it;
For he left all his pollifh'd words
Lock'd faft up with his fighting fwords;
As being loth to wear 'em out,
And therefore bore 'em not about;
Unless unto the park, or so,
As fparks their best apparel do.
He'd undertake to prove by force,
Of frowns and oaths, a man's no horse;
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl,
And my lord All was no owl;
That his fair countefs was no w
And that a window is no door.
For rhetoric he never gap'd,
But all the croud of link-boys ftop'd;
Ravish'd at his most potent speeches,
As hungry dogs at unty'd breeches.
His well-bred ord'nary difcourfe,
Was fwearing, bawdy, or else worfe;
A Southerlandish dialect,

Which learned bullies much affect:
It was a party-colour, dress,

Of patch'd and pye-bald languages;
For he cou'd coin and counterfeit,
New words with little or no wit;

Words

Words that were more debas'd and hard,
Than a foft brain could well have spar'd.

Thus was he gifted, and accoutred,
We mean on th' infide, not on th' outward;
For next of all we fhall difcourse,

Then liften, Sirs, it follows thus.
His tawny beard was th' equal grace,
Both of his wifdom and his face;
The weight about his hips did waddle,
As if his back had wore a faddle.
On which he 'as often wifh'd his fire,
To lay a broiling on the fire;
His fword puiffant on the fide
Of his triumphant thigh did ride,
The hilt of which with blows was burft,
Where ladies did their honour trust,
Tho' long before 'twas laid in dust.
I' th' holiters at his faddle-bow,
Two bright fcrubb'd pistols he did ftow,
Stufft up with ink, and quills, and paper,
As ufeful to him as his rapier.

Thus clad, and fortify'd, our Harry
Left peaceful home, refolv'd to marry.

A fquire he had, whofe name was Tom,
To help him drag his widow home,
Tho' our good breeding doth inform us,
'Twere civiller to call him Thomas:
Never did trufty fquire with knight,
Or knight with fquire jump more right;
For thofe perfections which one wanted,
Providence had to th' other granted :
The squire was useful to indite,
Or, as the world reports, the knight
Hardly knew how to read or write.
On th' other fide, the knight could fing,
Drink, roar, and dance, or any thing,
But fpeak poor fense, which he defpifeth,
Knowing his fquire hath what fufficeth.

And

And fo we leave 'em. May they speed,
Fon ne'er poor knight had greater need,
As they go on, we shall proceed.

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JANE SHORE and King EDWARD.

W

The Tune, St George and the Dragon.

HY should we boaft of Lais and her knights,
Knowing fuch champions entrapt by whorish lights?

Or why fhou'd we fpeak of Thais curled locks,
Or Rhodope, that gave fo many men the pox ?
Read old ftories and there you shall find,

How Jane Shore, Ja.Shore, fhe pleas'd K. Edward's mind,

Jane Shore he was for England, Qu.Fridegond for France; Honi foit qui mal y penfe.

To fpeak of the Amazons it were too long to tell; And likewife of the Thracian girls, how far they did excel; Thofe with Stythian lads engag'd in feveral fights; And in the brave Venereal wars did foil advent'rous knights: Meffaline and Julia, were veffels wond'rous brittle; But Jane Shore, J. Shore, took down K. Edward's mettle.

Jane fhore, he was, &c.

Thaleftris of Thermondon fhe was a doughty wight, She conquer'd Pella's king i' the exercise of night; Hercules flew the dragon, whofe teeth were all of brafs, Yet he himself became a flave unto the Lydian lafs: [der; The Theban Semele lay with Jove, not dreading all his thunBut J. Shore o'ercame K. Edward, altho' he had her under. Jane Shore he was, &c.

Helen of Greece, fhe came of Spartan blood,

Egiale and Creffida they were brave whores, and good;
Queen Clytemnestra boldly flew old Areus mighty son,
And fair Hefione pull'd down the ftrength of Telamon :
These were the ladies that caus'd the Trojan fack;
But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, the spoil'd K.Edward's back.
Jane fhore, &c.

For

For this the ancient writers did great Venus deify,

Because with her own father, Jove, the feared not to lie: Hence Cupid came, who afterward reveng'd his loving mother,

And made kind Biblis do the like with Caunus, her own brother;

And afterward the goddefs kept Adonis for referve;

But Jane Shore, Ja. Shore, the ftretch'd K. Edward's nerve

Jane Shore, &c.

The Cholcean dame, Medea, her father did betray, And taught her lover Jafon the vigilant bull to flay; And after thence convey'd away her father's golden fleece, She with her lover fail'd away, in Argo's hip to Greece: But finding Jafon falfe, fhe burnt his wife and court; But Jane Shore, Ja. Shore, the show'd king Edward sport.

Jane Shore, &c.

Remix of Saxony the Welb ftate overthrew, Igrayn of Cornwall, Pendragon did fubdue;

Queen Quiniver with Arthur fought fingle hand to hand Tho' afterwards the made horns upon his head to stand; And to Sir Mordred, Pictish prince, a paramour became But Jane Shore, Jane Shore, the made K.Edward tame.

Jane Shore, &c.

Morozia of Italy, fee how fhe ftoutly copes,

With Jefuits, Priefts, Cardinals, and triple-crowned Popes! And with K.Henry Rofamond, spent many a dallying hour, Till laftly poifon'd by the Q. in Woodstock's fatal bower. And Joan of Arc play'd in the dark, with knights of Languedoc;

But Jane Shore, met king Edward, and gave him knock for knock.

Jane Shore, &c.

Pafiphae, we know, play'd feats with the Cretan bull; And Proferpine, tho' fo divine, became black Pluto's trull;

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