There is no law, nor lawyers fees, all men are free from fury, For e'ery one do's what he please, without a judge or jury: The summer-time is warm they say, the winter's ne'er the Colder, They have no landlords rent to pay, each man is a free-holder. You that are free to cross the seas, make no more disputation, At _Lubberland_, you'll live at ease, with pleasant recreation: The captain waits but for a gale, of prosperous wind and weather, And that they soon will hoist up sail, make hast away together. Printed for _J. Deacon_,[F. 27] at the Angel in _Gilt Spur Street_. [Footnote 25: Richard Pocock, who licensed from 1685 to 1688.] [Footnote 26: Salt beef.] [Footnote 27: Jonah Deacon published from 1684 to 1695.] [4.] An ignorant Country Fellow coming along _Paternoster Row_, had occasion to change a Half-Crown into small money, and looking over a Grate which stood on the Stall, there sate a large Monkey, whom he prayed to change his Money; the Monkey took it and put it into the Till of the Compter, where he had observed to be put, and then came and Grinn'd at the Man, who, being in a passion, made a noise at the Door, whereat the man of the Shop, coming into the Shop, asked him what was the matter? _Sir_, said he, _I gave your Son half a Crown to change, and he will not give it me again, but laughs at me, and will not give me one word of answer, tho I have asked him for it many a time._ The old name of Robbing, [13.] Is now call'd Padding, For when the Padders have done, Their Lodgings are ta'ne At the Rope in Tyburn Lane In the Parish of _Paddington_. Epitaph _On an usurer._ Here lies at least ten in the hundred, [14.] Shackled up both hands and feet, That at such as lent mony _gratis_ wondred, The gain of usury was so sweet; But thus being now of life bereav'n 'Tis a hundred to one he's scarce gone to heav'n. [8.] In Chancery, one time, when the Councel of the parties set forth the boundary of the Land in question, by the plot, and the Councel of one part said, we lie on this side my Lord, and the Councel of the other part said, we lie on this side. The Lord Chancellor _Hatton_ stood up and said, _If you lie on both sides, whom will you have me to believe?_ _In praise of the Black Jack[F. 28]_ Be your liquor small, or as thick as mudd. [13.] The Cheating bottle cryes, good, good, good, Whereat the master begins to storme, 'Cause he said more than he could performe. _And I wish that his heires may never want Sack, That first devis'd the bonny black Jack._ No Tankerd, Flaggon, Bottle nor Jugg Are half so good, or so well can hold Tugg, For when they are broke or full of cracks, Then they must fly to the brave black Jacks, _And I wish &c._