[94.] One sitting by the Fire to take Tobacco, said the Fire was his friend, and presently spit into it: To which one replied, You do not well to quench your friends love by spitting in his face. THE JOVIALL CREW.[F. 244] or Beggars-Bush. In which a Mad Maunder doth vapour and swagger With praiseing the Trade of a bonney bold Beggar. To the tune of, _From hunger and Cold_. A Beggar, a Beggar, [126.] A Beggar I'le be, There's none leads a Life so jocond as hee; A Beggar I was, And a Beggar I am, A Beggar I'le be, from a Beggar I came: If (as it begins) our Trading do fall, I fear (at the last) we shall be Beggars all. _Our Tradesmen miscarry in all their affayrs And few men grow wealthy, but Courtiers and Players._ A Craver my father, A Maunder my mother, A Filer my sister, a Filcher my brother, A Canter my Unckle, That cared not for Pelfe, A Lifter my aunt, a Beggar myselfe. In white wheaten straw, when their bellies were full, Then I was begot, between Tinker and Trul. _And therefore a Beggar, a Beggar I'le be, For none hath a spirit so jocond as he._ [Illustration] When Boyes do come to us, And that their intent is To follow our Calling, we nere bind them Prentice, Soon as they come too't, We teach them to doo't, And give them a Staff and a Wallet to boot. We teach them their Lingua, to Crave and to Cant, The devil is in them if then they can want. _If any are here that Beggars will bee, We without Indentures will make them free._ We begg for our bread, But sometimes it happens We feast with Pigg, Pullet, Conny and Capons For Churche's affairs We are no Man-slayers We have no religion, yet live by our prayers. But if when we begg, Men will not draw their purses, We charge and give fire, with a volley of curses, _The Devil confound your good Worship we cry, And such a hold brazen fac'd Beggar am I._ _London._ Printed for _W. Thackeray_, _T. Passenger_, and _W. Whitwood_. [Footnote 244: For tune, see Appendix.] [82.] A Justice of the Peace committed a fellow to prison, and commanded him away three or foure times, but stil the fellow intreated him. Sirrah, (said the Justice) must I bid you bee gone so many times, and will you not goe? The fellow answered, Sir, if your worship had bidden mee to dinner or supper, I should in my poore manners not to have taken your offer under two or three biddings; therefore I pray you blame me not if I looke for foure biddings to prison.