A _Fisherman_ did boldly tell, And strongly did avouch, He Caught a Shoal of Mackarel, That Parley’d all in _Dutch_, And cry’d out, _Yaw, yaw, yaw, Myne Here_; But as the Draught they Drew, They Struck for fear that _Monck_ was there, _Which cannot but be true_. Another Swears by both his Ears, _Mounsieur_ will cut our Throats; The _French King_ will a Girdle bring, Made of Flat-bottom’d Boats; Shall compas _England_ round about, Which must not be a few, To give our _Englishmen_ the Rout; _This sounds as if ’twere true_. There’s nothing done in all the World, From _Monarch_ to the _Mouse_, But every Day or Night ’tis hurl’d Into the _Coffee-house_. What _Lillie_ or what _Booker_ can By Art, not bring about At _Coffee-house_ you’l find a Man, _Can quickly find it out_. They’l tell ye there, what Lady-ware, Of late is grown too light; What Wise-man shall from Favour Fall, What Fool shall be a Knight; They’l tell ye when our Fayling Trade Shall Rise again, and Flourish, Or when _Jack Adams_ shall be made Church-Warden of the Parish. They know who shall in Times to come, Be either made or undone, From great _St. Peter’s-street_ in _Rome_, To _Turnbull-street_ in _London_. And likewise tell, in _Clerkenwell_, What w⸺ hath greatest Gain, And in that place, what Brazen-face Doth wear a Golden Chain. At Sea their knowledge is so much, They know all Rocks and Shelves, They know all Councils of the _Dutch_, More than they know Themselves. Who ’tis shall get the best at last, They perfectly can shew At _Coffee-house_, when they are plac’d _You’d scarce believe it true_. They know all that is Good, or Hurt, To Dam ye, or to Save ye; There is the _Colledge_ and the _Court_, The _Country_, _Camp_, and _Navie_; So great a _Vniversitie_ I think there ne’re was any; In which you may a Schoolar be For spending of a Penny. A _Merchant’s Prentice_ there shall show You all and every thing, What hath been done, and is to do, ’Twix _Holland_ and the _King_; What _Articles_ of _Peace_ will bee He can precisely show, What will be good for _Them_ or _Wee_, He perfectly doth know. Here Men do talk of every Thing, With large and liberal Lungs, Like Women at a Gossiping, With double tyre of Tongues; They’l give a Broad-side presently, Soon as you are in view, With Stories that you’l wonder at, Which they will swear are true.