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They afken that, and talken this, "Lo here is Coz, and here is Mifs. But, as he glozeth with Speeches foote, The Ducke fore tickleth his Erfe roote: Fore-piece and buttons all-to-breft, Forth thrust a white neck, and red creft. Te-he, cry'd Ladies; Clerke nought spake: Miss star'd; and gray Ducke cryeth Quaake. "O Moder, Moder, (quoth the daughter) "Be thilke fame thing Maids longer a'ter? "Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke, "Then truft on Mon, whose yerde çan talke.
The ALLE Y.
N ev'ry Town where Thamis rolls his Tyde, A narrow Pass there is, with Houses low; Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd, And many a Boat soft fliding to and fro.
There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe, 5 The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and fhriller
How can ye, Mothers, vex your children fo? Some play, fome eat, fome cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10
And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by;
At ev'ry door are fun-burnt matrons seen,
The fnappifh cur, (the paffengers annoy)
IV. Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch, Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days Baskets of fish at Billinfgate did watch, Cod, whiting, oyfter, mackrel, fprat, or plaice: There learn'd fhe fpeech from tongues that never ceafe.
Slander befide her, like a Mag-pie, chatters, With Envy, (fpitting Cat) dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd Cur, Malice before her clatters, 35 And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to tat
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry Collier's hand,
Nor ever did askance like modest Virgin look. 45
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, fmelling ftrong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick'nam fuch, which fairer fcenes enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo---n's Dog and Bitch,