Cries not till death, and then but gives a groane, To leave his silver, and his golden bags, Then gapes and dies, and with a little moane Is lapped up in a few rotten ragges: What will this Clunch fist leave upon his grave? Here lies the Carkasse of a wretched Knave. [4.] An Arch Wag speaking of the late dreadful Fire of _London_, said Cannon Street roared, Wood Street was burnt to Ashes, Bread Street was burnt to a Coal, Pie Corner was over bak'd and Snow hill melted down. [4.] A Highway man being to be hang'd in a Country Town, Order was sent to the Carpenter to make a Gallows; which he neglecting to do, the Execution was forc'd to be defer'd, for which the Judge was not a little angry, who sending for the Carpenter, asked him why he had not done it? Why Sir, said he, I have done two or three already, but was never paid for them; but had I known it had been for your Worship, I would have left all other business to have done it. Sir _Egley More_[F. 9] that Valiant Knight, [3.] With his fa, la, lanctre down dille; He fetcht his sword and he went to fight With his fa, la, lanctre down dille; As he went over hill and dale, All cloathed in his coat of Male, With his fa, la, lanctre down dille. A huge great Dragon leapes out of his Den, With his &c. Which had kill'd the Lord knowes how many men, With his &c. But when he saw Sir _Egly More_, Good lack had you seen how this Dragon did roare With his &c. This Dragon he had on a plaguy hide, With his &c. Which could both sword and speare abide, All the trees in the wood did shake, With his &c. Stars did tremble and man did quake, With his &c. But had you seen how the birds lay peeping, 'Twould have made a mans heart to a' fallen a weeping. With his &c. But now it was too late to feare, With his &c. For now it was come to fight dog, fight beare, With his &c. And as a yawning he did fall, He thrust his sword in, hilts and all. With his &c. But now as the Knight in coller[F. 10] did burne, With his &c. He ow'd the Dragon a shrewd good turne; With his &c. In at his mouth his sword he bent, The hilt appeared at his fundament. With his &c. Then the Dragon like a Coward began to fly, With his &c. Unto his Den that was hard by. With his &c. And there he laid him down and roar'd; The Knight was vexed for his sword, With his &c. The Sword it was a right good blade, With his &c. As ever Turk or Spaniard made; With his &c. I for my part do forsake it, And he that will fetch it, let him take it. With his &c. When all this was done to the Ale house he went, With his &c. And by and by his two pence he spent; With his &c. For he was so hot with tugging with the Dragon, That nothing could quench him but a whole Flagon. With his &c.