[78.] One said a tooth drawer was a kind of unconscionable trade because his trade was nothing else but to take away those things whereby every man gets his living. [61.] There was a Gentleman who had been very smartly drinking at the Feathers Tavern in _Cheapside_, where there is a very long entry from the street door to the Bar, and a drinking roome by the way where were many civill persons with their wives at supper, but their door was only shut to and not latched; and this Gentleman staggering thorough, reeld against this door, and fell head long into the Room, to the sudden astonishment of the Company, who rise up and demanded the reason of that rudenesse; the poor Gentleman with very much adoe got up, and staggering with his hat in his hand he made hard shift to cry them all mercy in these words, Gentlemen and Ladyes, I pray excuse my boldnesse, and consider I am not the first that have fallen into ill Company. The following throws much light on the habits of people in the reign of Charles II., and is valuable as it shows a phase of life not often depicted. [85.] _A Lampoon on the_ Greenwich _Strowlers_. Oh! assist me you Powers, who have Rhimes at command, For I faith I've a weighty business in hand. Of the late _Greenwich_ Strowlers I'me now going to sing, But all things in order--first, God save the King. Hem; hem; now put we off to the matter, On _Easter_ Sunday, the Raskals took water; Where landing at _Greenwich_, they agreed that a share Should be settled o' th' Sculler, instead of his fare. Then up they march'd to the sign of the Bull, Where asking for Lodging, quoth the folks we are ful. But we'el see for some for you, and so with that wheadle, Ud's lid, exit's the Landlord, and enter the Beadle. With that their Chief Actor begins for to bristle, Quoth he, p'shaw waw, let the Beadle go whistle, For I can; and he did, too, produce straight a Pattent, That had the King's Hand and Seal, and all that in't. Well this rub of fortune is over; but stay, They call for a Reckning, theres six Pence to pay. Now mark how damn'd fortune these Strowlers do's cozen, They pawn all their stock to pay the half dozen. But promising th' Host that he should Tricket free, See their Plays every day, and his whole family. He releases 'em straight, and now all the rabble Marcht up to go lye in their Play house,--a Stable. * * * * * * * * * * I confess they had never a Scene at all, They wanted no copy, they had th' original. For the Windowes being down, and most part of the roof, How could they want Scenes when they had prospect enough. Now we will suppose that _Munday_ is come, And the Play is proclaymed by beat of a Drum. Faith, now you're supposing, let it be _Tuesday_ morn, For of _Monday_, I know no more than the child unborn.