"But she did give her blessing to some, but not to all, To bear a load to Tyburne, and there to let it fall: The miller and his golden thumb, and his dirty neck, If he grind but two bushels, he must needs steal a peck. "The weaver and the taylor, cozens they be sure, They cannot work but they must steal, to keep their hands inure; For it is a common proverb thorowout the town, The taylor he must cut three sleeves to every woman's gown. "Mark but the waterman attending for his fare, Of hot and cold, of wet and dry, he alwaies takes his share: He carrieth bonny lasses over to the playes, And here and there he gets a bit, and that his stomach staies. "There was a singing boy who did not ride to Rumford; When I go to my own school I will take him in a comfort; But what I leave behind shall be no private gain; But all is one when I am gone: let him take it for his pain. "Old shoes for new brooms! the broom-man he doth sing, For hats or caps or buskins, or any old pouch ring. Buy a mat, a bed-mat! a hassock or a presse, A cover for a close stool, a bigger or a lesse. "Ripe, cherry ripe! the coster-monger cries; Pippins fine or pears! another after hies, With basket on his head his living to advance, And in his purse a pair of dice for to play at mumchance. "Hot pippin pies! to sell unto my friends, Or pudding pies in pans, well stuft with candle's ends. Will you buy any milk? I heard a wench that cries: With a pale of fresh cheese and cream, another after hies. "Oh! the wench went neatly; me thought it did me good, To see her cherry cheeks so dimpled ore with blood: Her waistcoat washed white as any lilly floure; Would I had time to talk with her the space of half an hour. "Buy black! saith the blaking man, the best that ere was seen; Tis good for poore citizens to make their shoes to shine. Oh! tis a rare commodity, it must not be forgot; It will make them to glister galantly, and quickly make them rot. "The world is full of thread-bare poets that live upon their pen, But they will write too eloquent, they are such witty men. But the tinker with his budget, the beggar with his wallet, And Turners turned a gallant man at making of a ballet." THE SECOND PART. _To the same Tune._ [Illustration] "That's the fat foole of the Curtin, and the lean fool of the Bull: Since Shancke did leave to sing his rimes, he is counted but a gull. The players on the Bankside, the round Globe and the Swan, Will teach you idle tricks of love, but the Bull will play the man.