Nay further I'le tell ye the case it is thus, That all is not sav'd which is put in the Purse; A Shopkeepers Lady she utters much Ware _When drest in her Top Knots, with Powdered Hair_. What Man would not have his Wife richly Array'd When as he well knows it enlarges his Trade; Come, come, I must tell ye, 'tis fit we should wear _Rich Towers and Top Knots, with Powdered Hair_. Sometimes when our Husbands are out of the way, Pray tell me what huffing young Gallants will stay, If that a fine Delicate Wife were not there? _Then Hey for the Top Knots, and Powdered Hair_. Some young-men may flout us, yet mark what I say, There's no Woman living, now Prowder than they; Observe but the many knick-knacks which they wear. _More Costly than Top Knots, or Powdered Hair_. Their Wigg, Watch, and Rapiers we daily behold, And Embroidered Wastcoats of Silver and Gold; Likewise, Turn up Stockings, they constantly wear _More Costly than Topknots, or Powdered Hair_. If Pride be a sin and a folly, why then Han't we a far better Example from Men? If Gaudy Apparel those Gallants do wear, _We will have our Top Knots and Powdered Hair_. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Black. [103.] A Gentleman in a Town in _Hartfordshire_, being much in Debt, was oblig'd to keep House close, a Bailiff who had been promised a great reward to take that Gentleman, having made several attempts in vain to snap him, at last resolv'd upon one that he thought could not fail, so pretending himself in dispair, came by the Gentlemans Parlor Window, (which was next the Street, and where he sat Writing every Day) and pulling out of his Pocket a Halter, made a Nooze, and seemed as if he intended to Hang himself therewith; a Grindstone was before the Door, upon which he got up, and threw the Rope over a good Bough of the Tree, and fastned it, and then put his Head in, concluding the Gentleman would whip out, and so he should arrest him; but as the Devil would have it, the Grindstone which stood firm like a Rock for him to get up, tumbled down as soon as ever the Halter was about his Neck, the Innocent, Unwary Gentleman seeing what past, sallied out, to Cut the Rope, and save the Man; but the Bailiff's Follower lying in Ambuscade, snap'd the Gentleman as soon as ever he peept out, and carried him off, and let his Master hang; who carried the Jest too far, and when the Gentleman told the Bailiff's Follower that his Master would soon be Dead if he did not cut him down--Let him be D---- said he, I have got my Prize, and I shall have the Reward, and my Masters place too.