The Smith and his boy went to work for some chink, To pay for the liquor which others did drink Of all trades in London few break as I heare, That sell Tobacco, strong Ale and good Beer, They might have done better, but they were loth To fill up their measure with nothing but froth. Let no Ale-house keeper at my Song rayl, These things must be if they sell Ale. Humfrey Crowch.[F. 17] FINIS. London. Printed for RICHARD HARPER[F. 18] in Smithfield. [Footnote 15: A Stand of Ale was a beer barrel set on end.] [Footnote 16: Guests.] [Footnote 17: Of Humphrey Crowch or Crouch little is known, but we know he published many ballads and books of the chap-book order; among the former is the Mad Man's Morrice, and among the latter is England's Jests refin'd. He certainly wrote from 1637 to 1687.] [Footnote 18: Richard Harper published from 1635 to 1642.] [8.] _Jack Roberts_ was desired by his Taylour, when the reckoning grew somewhat high, to have a Bill of his hand. _Roberts_ said, I am content, but you must let no man know it; when the Taylour brought him the Bill, he tore it as in choler, and said to him, _You use me not well, you promised me that no man should know it, and here you have put in: Be it known unto all Men by these Presents_. [1.] A Certain Butcher was flaying a Calf at night and had stuck a lighted Candle upon his head, because he would be the quicker about his business, and when he had done, he thought to take the same Candle to light him to bed: but he had forgot where he had set it, and sought about the House for it, and all the while it stuck in his Cap upon his head, and lighted him in seeking it. At the last one of his fellows came and asked him what he sought for? Marry, (quoth he) I look for the Candle which I did flay the Calf withal. Why, thou fool, qd. he, thou hast a Candle in thy Cap: and then he felt towards his Cap, and took away the Candle burning, whereat there was great laughing and he mocked for his labour, as he was well worthy. A rich man, and's Wife, [12.] Were every day at strife, And each wisht t'other in the Grave; But their good Son and Heir Begg'd God grant their Prayer, That both their desires they might have. One _Hart_, that was Wild [12.] Got a woman with Child, But the Justice did take his part; Then she cry'd and did mumble, Sayes the Justice de'e grumble? No, I grieve, Sir, and lay it to _Hart_.