Now finding the Men return'd no more, and that the good People would not trust, They presently call'd to know the Score, it chanc'd to be fifteen shilling just: Poor Kate had but five pence in her purse, but Sue had a crown besides a guinney; And since the case had happen'd thus, poor Soul she paid it e'ry penny, Penny, Penny, e'ry, e'ry penny, tho' with a sad and doleful Ditty Said she, for this I had not a kiss, and was not, was not that a pity? Printed for J. Bissel,[F. 12] in West Smithfield. [Footnote 11: Congées, low bows.] [Footnote 12: James Bissel lived at the Bible and Harp, by the Hospital Gate, and published between 1685 and 1695.] [1.] There was a Priest in the Country, which had christned a Child; and when he had christned it, he and the clark were bidden to the drinking that should be there, and thither they went with other people, and being there, the Priest drunk and made so merry that he was quite foxed,[F. 13] and thought to go home before he laid him down to sleep; but having gone a little way, he grew so drowsie, that he could go no further, but laid him down by a ditch side, so that his feet did hang in the water, and lying on his back, the Moon shined in his face: thus he lay till the rest of the Company came from drinking, who as they came home found the Priest lying as aforesaid, and they thought to get him away, but do what they could he would not rise, but said, Do not meddle with me, for I lie very well, I will not stir hence before morning, but I pray you lay some more cloathes on my feet, and blow out the Candle, and let me lie and take my rest. [Footnote 13: Drunk.] _In Getam._ _Geta_ from wool and weaving first began, [5.] Swelling and Swelling to a gentleman; When he was gentleman, and bravely dight, He left not swelling till he was a knight; At last forgetting what he was at first, He swole to be a Lord ... and then he burst. _On Button a Sexton making a grave._ Ye powers above, and heavenly poles, [5.] Are graves become but _Button_ Holes. [4.] Two Sparks standing together in the Cloysters, seeing a pretty Lady pass by, says one of them, _There goes the handsomest Lady that I ever saw in my Life_; She hearing him, turned back, and seeing him very ugly, said, _Sir I would I could in way of Requital say as much of you_. _Faith_, says he, _so you may, and Lye as I did_. _On Jack Wiseman._ _Jack Wiseman_ brags his very name, [3.] Proclaims his wit, he's much to blame, To doe the Proverb so much wrong, Which sayes he's wise that holds his tongue; Which makes me contradict the Scooles, And apt to thinke the wise men fools, Yet pardon _Jack_, I hear that now Thou'rt wed, and must thy wit allow, That by a strange [oe]nigma can, Make a light Woman a _Wiseman_. _Of a Woman's Kindnesse to her Husband._