’Tis the Gentry that Lulls ’um While the Quaker begulls ’um: They dandle ’um in their Lapps, Who should strike of[f] their Capps; And make ’um stand bare Both to Justice and Mayor, Till when ’twill nere be faire weather; For now the proud Devel Hath brought forth this Level None Knows who and who is together. _Now since Mayor and Justice, &c._ Now silence and listen [p. 122.] Thou shalt hear how they Christen: Mother Midnight comes out With the Babe in a Clout, Tis Rachell you must know tis, Good friends all take notice, Tis a name from the Scripture arising. And thus the dry dipper (Twere a good deed to whip her) Makes a Christning without a Baptizing. _Now since Mayor and Justice, &c._ Their wedlocks are many, But Marriages not any, For they and their dull Sows, Like the Bulls and the mull Cows, Do couple in brutify’d fashion: But still the Official, Declares that it is all Matrimoniall Fornication. _Now since Mayor and Justice, &c._ Their Lands and their Houses W’ont fall to their Spouses: They cannot appoint her One Turff for a Joynter. His son and his daughter, [p. 123.] Will repent it hereafter; For when the Estate is divided; For the Parents demerit Some Kinsman will inherit; Why then let them marry as I did. _But since Mayor and Justice, &c._ Now since these mad Nations Do cheat their relations, Pray what better hap then Can we that are Chap men, Expect from their Canting, The sighing and panting? We are they use the house with a steeple, And then they may Cozen All us by the Dozen; For Israel may spoyle Pharaohs people. _Now since Mayor and Justice, &c._ The Quaker who before Did rant and did roare; Great thrift will now tell yee on. But it tends to Rebellion: For his tipling being don, He hath bought him a gun Which hee saves from his former vain spending. O be drunk agen _Quaker_, [p. 124.] Take thy Canniken and shake her, For thou art the worse for the mending. _Now since Mayor and Justice, &c._ Then looke we about, And give them a Rout, Before they Encumber The Land with their number: There can be no peace in These Vermins encreasing; For tis plaine to all prudent beholders, That while we neglect, They do but expect A new head to their old mans Shoulders. _Now since Mayor and Justice_ _Are assured that thus ’tis:_ _To abate their encrease and redundance_ _Let us send them to WICKHAM_ _For there’s one will Kick ’um_ _Into much better manners by abundance._