At Grace-church corner there shall stand A troop of Graces hand in hand, And they to her shall say, Your Grace of _France_ is welcome hither, ’Tis merry when Graces meet together, I pray keep on your way. 36. At the Exchange shall placed be, In ugly shapes those sisters three That give to each their fate, And _Spaine’s Infanta_ shall stand by Wringing their hands, and thus shall cry, I do repent too late. 37. There we a paire of gloves will give, And pray her Highnesse long may live On her white hands to wear them; And though they have a _Spanish_ scent, The givers have no ill intent, Wherefore she need not feare them. 38. Nor shall the Conduits now run Claret, Perhaps the _Frenchman_ cares not for it, They have at home so much, No, I will make the boy to pisse No worse then purest Hypocris, Her Grace ne’re tasted such. 39. About the Standard I think fit Your wives, my brethren, all should sit, And eke our Lady Mayris, Who shall present a cup of gold, And say if we might be bold, We’l drink to all in _Paris._ 40. In _Pauls_ Church-yard we breath may take, For they such huge long speeches make, Would tire any horse; But there I’le put her grace in minde, To cast her Princely head behind And view S. _Paul’s_ Crosse. 41. Our Sergeants they shall go their way, And for us at the Devil stay, I mean at Temple-barre, And there of her we leave will take, And say ’twas for King _Charls_ his sake We went with her so farre. 42. But fearing I have tir’d the eares, Both of the Duke and all these Peeres, Ile be no more uncivill, Ile leave the Mayor with both the Sheriffs, With Sergeants, hanging at their sleeves, For this time at the Devill. _A SONG._ A Story strange I will you tell, But not so strange as true, Of a woman that danc’d upon the ropes, And so did her husband too. _With a dildo, dildo, dildo,_ _With a dildo, dildo, dee,_ _Some say ’twas a man, but it was a woman_ _As plain report may see._ She first climb’d up the Ladder For to deceive men’s hopes, And with a long thing in her hand She tickled it on the ropes. _With a dildo, dildo, dildo,_ _With a dildo, dildo, dee,_ _And to her came Knights and Gentlemen_ _Of low and high degree._ She jerk’d them backward and foreward With a long thing in her hand, And all the people that were in the yard, She made them for to stand. _With a dildo, &c._ They cast up fleering eyes All under-neath her cloaths, But they could see no thing, For she wore linnen hose. _With a dildo, &c._