What though I cannot labour, Shall I therefore pine with hunger, No, rather than I Will starve where I lye, I'le beg of the money monger: No other care shall trouble My minde, nor griefe disease me, Though sometimes the flash I get or the lash 'Twill but a while displease me. _And still will I cry &c._ No tricks at all shall scape me, But I will by my maunding Get some reliefe To ease my griefe, When by the highway standing: 'Tis better be a Begger And aske of kind good fellowes, And honestly have What we do crave, Than steale and goe to the Gallowes. _Therefore I'le cry &c._ FINIS. Printed at London for _F. Coules_.[F. 59] [Footnote 59: Same as Francis Coles (see "The Great Boobee").] [26.] One coming into _New-Market_ to buy some Butter, and there cheapened some; and the woman askt. 10d a pound: then he smelt to it; _What_, says she, _do you smell to it, it seems you do not like my Butter: Yes_, says he, _but 'tis no better than it should be. Then you'll buy none_, says she: _No_, says he, _for a reason best known to myself_. Then she askt him the reason, and with much importunity he told her, 'twas because he had no Money: _Well then_, says the Woman, _take it for nothing, so you'll pay me for it next time you come_. Sirrah, you are base [12.] To spit in my face, That he vow'd, he wou'd him kill; Sir, I pray forbear, I thought no hurt here, Nay, I'le tread it out, if you will. _A contest at the_ Hoop-Tavern _between two Lawyers_. Two _Lawyers_ had of late a _Tavern_ Jarr [25.] And as 'twas made, 'twas try'd at _Bacchus_ Bar; The _Jury_ Pints and Quarts, and Pottles were, Each of a quick and understanding Eare, Brought in their verdict, which no sooner pass'd But that the Lawyers they themselves did cast. Sir _Burdeux_ Claret, White, Signiour Canary, Sir _Reynold Rhenish_, with a tertiorary, Whipt up my Youths (& they ye know were able) This into th' Chimny, that beneath the Table. Where They lay both, instead of a demur, So foxt, that neither, in the case, could stir, They might have else a _Writ of Error_ got, But, O the Error of the Pottle Pot! Both over-thrown, and on their backs now laid, Let the Sute fall, and their own charges paid. And thus, though _Westminster_ makes _Clients_ stoop, The _Lawyer's_ Case was alter'd at the _Hoop_.