DITTY.--_A ballad-man._ "Come, new books, new books, newly printed and newly come forth! All sorts of ballads and pleasant books! _The Famous History of Tom Thumb_ and _Unfortunate Jack, A Hundred Goodly Lessons_ and _Alas, poor Scholar, whither wilt thou go? The second part of Mother Shipton's Prophecies, newly made by a gentleman of good quality_, foretelling what was done four hundred years ago, and _A Pleasant Ballad of a bloody fight seen i' th' air_, which, the astrologers say, portends scarcity of fowl this year. The _Ballad of the Unfortunate Lover_. I have _George of Green_, _Chivy Chase_, _Collins and the Devil; or, Room for Cuckolds_, _The Ballad of the London 'Prentice_, _Guy of Warwick_, _The Beggar of Bethnal Green, the Honest Milkmaid; or, I must not wrong my Dame_, _The Honest Fresh Cheese and Cream Woman_. Then I have _The Seven Wise Men of Gotham_, _A Hundred Merry Tales_, _Scoggin's Jests; or, A Book of Prayers and Graces for Young Children_. I have very strange news from beyond seas. The King of Morocco has got the black jaundice, and the Duke of Westphalia is sick of the swine-pox, with eating bacon; the Moors increase daily, and the King of Cyprus mourns for the Duke of Saxony, that is dead of the stone; and Presbyter John is advanced to Zealand; the sea ebbs and flows but twice in four-and-twenty hours, and the moon has changed but once the last month." BUDGET.--_A Tinker._ "Have you any work for the tinker? Old brass, old pots, old kettles. I'll mend them all with a tara-tink, and never hurt your metal." GUM.--_A Tooth drawer._ "Have you any corns upon your feet or toes? Any teeth to draw?" JENNITING.--_An Apple wench._ "Come buy my pearmains, curious John Apples, dainty pippins? Come, who buy? who buy?" CURDS.--_A fresh Cheese and Cream woman._ "I have fresh cheese and cream; I have fresh cheese and cream." THE SORROWFUL LAMENTATIONS of the PEDLARS AND PETTY CHAPMEN, For the Hardness of the Times and the Decay of Trade. _To the Tune of_ "My Life and my Death." "The times are grown hard, more harder than stone, And therefore the Pedlars may well make their moan, Lament and complain that trading is dead, That all the sweet golden days now are fled. Then maidens and men, come see what you lack, And buy the fine toys that I have in my pack! "Come hither and view, here's choice and here's store, Here's all things to please ye, what would you have more? Here's points for the men, and pins for the maid, Then open your purses and be not afraid. Come, maidens, &c. "Let none at a tester repent or repine: Come bring me your money, and I'll make you fine; Young Billy shall look as spruce as the day, And pretty sweet Betty more finer than May. Then, maidens, &c.