But be it so, we will admit, The State of _Spain_ hath no more wit, Then to invent such tales, Yet as great _Alexander_ drew, And cut the Gorgon Knot in two, So shall the Prince of Wales. 12. The reverend Bishops whisper too, That now they shall have much adoe With Friers and with Monks, And eke their wives do greatly feare Those bald pate knaves will mak’t appeare They are Canonical punks. 13. At _Cambridge_ and at _Oxford_ eke, They of this match like Schollers speak By figures and by tropes, But as for the Supremacy, The Body may King _James’s_ be, But sure the Head’s the _Pope’s_. 14. A Puritan stept up and cries, That he the major part denies, And though he Logick scorns, Yet he by revelation knows The Pope no part o’ th’ head-piece ows Except it be the horns. 15. The learned in Astrologie, That wander up and down the sky, And their discourse with stars, [there] Foresee that some of this brave rout That now goes faire and soundly out, Shall back return with scars. 16. Professors of Astronomy, That all the world knows, dare not lie With the Mathematicians, Prognosticate this Somer shall Bring with the pox the Devil and all, To Surgeons and Physitians. 17. The Civil Lawyer laughs in’s sleeve, For he doth verily believe That after all these sports, The Cit[i]zens will horn and grow, And their ill-gotten goods will throw About their bawdy Courts. 18. And those that do _Apollo_ court, And with the wanton Muses sport, Believe the time is come, That Gallants will themselves addresse To Masques & Playes, & Wantonnesse, More than to fife and drum. 19. Such as in musique spend their dayes, And study Songs and Roundelayes, Begin to cleare their throats, For by some signes they do presage, That this will prove a fidling age Fit for men of their coats. 20. But leaving Colleges and Schools, To all those Clerks and learned Fools, Lets through the city range, For there are Sconces made of Horn, Foresee things long ere they be born, Which you’l perhaps think strange. 21. The Major and Aldermen being met, [Mayor] And at a Custard closely set Each in their rank and order, The Major a question doth propound, And that unanswer’d must go round, Till it comes to th’ Recorder. 22. For he’s the Citys Oracle, And which you’l think a Miracle, He hath their brains in keeping, For when a Cause should be decreed, He cries the bench are all agreed, When most of them are sleeping. 23.