If adverse fortune bring to passe [5.] And will that thou an asse must bee, Then be an asse, and live an asse, For out of question wise is hee That undergoes with humble mind The state that chance hath him assign'd. A Fellow told his Friends. [12.] That a Pudding had two ends; But that's a lye, sayes another; Do but think agen, And you'l find it begin At one end, and ends at t'other. If that from Glove you take the letter G [14.] Then glove is love, and that I send to thee. [15.] THE JOLLY WELSH WOMAN Who drinking at the Sign of the _Crown_ in _London_, found a Spring in her Mugg, for Joy of which hur Sung the praise of Old _England_ resolving never to return to _Wales_ again. Tune of, _Hey brave_ Popery &c. Licensed according to Order. There was an Old woman came out of North Wales, And up to fair London her merrily Sails, It was for her pleasure Cuts-plutter-a-nails _Sing O brave_ Welsh _Woman_, _Jolly brave_ Welsh _Woman_, _Delicate_ Welsh _Woman_. _O._ As soon as hur came into fair _London_ town Hur went to an Alehouse the sign of the Crown, In order to tipple hur streight did sit down. _Sing O brave_ &c. Hur being a weary and willing to rest, Hur would not be one of the worst of the guest, But call'd for a Pitcher of Ale of the best. _Sing O brave_ &c. [Illustration] The Tapster then giving the Jugg in her hand, The _Welsh_ woman streight on hur feet she did stand, And drank a good health to hur King of England. _Sing O brave_ &c. Now while she had gotten the jugg at her snout, And being both lusty, courageous and stout, Hur gave it a tug, till hur swigg'd it half out. _Sing O brave_ &c. The Tapster he see her to be of that strain, And how she did tipple the Liquor amain, Thought he, I will fill up thy pitcher again. _Sing O brave_ &c. The jugg hur had plac'd on the Bench by her side, To which the young tapster did cunningly slide, And fill'd it as if it had been a full tide. _Sing O brave_ &c. Now hur did not know how her pitcher did fill, Therefore hur did say with a merry good will Here's Tipple and drink, and her Pitcher full still. _Sing O brave_ England &c. The praise of this Nation Cuts-plut her will sing, Hur never had known such a wonderful thing, The juggs in this land has a delicate Spring. _Sing O brave_ England &c. Once more she saluted the lips of her Mugg, And gave it a hearty and dextrous tugg, The Tapster once more he did fill up her jugg. _Sing O brave_ England &c. The Liquor up into her Noddle did steel, The Floor with her feet hur hardly could feel, So that hur began for to stagger and reel. _Sing O brave_ England &c.