To common Fidlers I _Will_ that they, Shall go in poor and thread-bare Coats; And at most places where they Play, To carry away more _Tunes_ than _Groats_: To wand'ring _Players_ I do give, Before their _Substance_ be all spent; Proud Silk'n _Beggars_ for to live, _By this_, &c. To _Wenching_ Smell-smocks give I these, Dead looks, gaunt purrs, and crasy Back; And now and then the foul _Disease_, Such as _Gill_ gave to _Jack_; To _Parretors_ I give them clear, For all their _Toil_ and _Travel_ spent; The _Devil_ away such _Knaves_ to bear, By _this my_ Will _and_ Testament. I _Will_ that _Cutpurses_ haunt all _Fairs_, And thrust among the thickest Throng; That neither _Purse_ nor _Pocket_ spare, But what they get to bear along: But if they Falter in their Trade, And so betray their bad intent; I give them _Tyburn_ for their share, _By this my_ Will _and_ Testament. To serving Men I give this Gift, That when their Strength is once decay'd; The Master of such Men do shift, As Horsemen do a toothless _Jade_: _Item._ I give them leave to _Pine_, For all their Service so ill spent: And with _Duke Humphry_ for to Dine, _By this_, &c. _Item._ To _Millers_ I Grant withal, That they Spare, nor Poke, nor Sack; But with _Grist_, so e'er befal, They Grind a Strike, and steal a Peck: I _Will_ that _Butchers_ Huff their Meat, And sell a lump of _Ramish_ scent; For Weather Mutton good and sweet, _By this_, &c. I _Will_ Ale Wives punish their Guests, With hungry Cakes and little Canns; And Barm their Drink with new found _Yeest_, Such as is made of _Pispot_ Grounds: And she that meaneth for to Gain, And in her House have Money spent, I _Will_ she keep a pretty Punck, _By this my_ Will _and_ Testament. To jealous Husbands I do grant, Lack of Pleasure, want of Sleep; That Lanthorn Horns they never want, Tho' ne'er so close their Wives they keep: And for their Wives, I _Will_ that they, The closer up that they are pent; The closer still they seek to Play, _By this my_ Will _and_ Testament. For Swearing _Swaggerers_ nought is left, To give them for a parting Blow; But leaving off of damned Oaths, And that of them I will bestow: _Item._ I give them for their Pain, That when all Hope and Livelihood's spent, A Wallet or a Hempen Chain, _By this_ &c. Time and longest Livers do I make, The Supervisor of my _Will_: My Gold and Silver let them take, That will dig for't in _Malvein_ Hill. _A New_ SONG, _Sung at the Playhouse. By Mr._ DOGGET. [Music] In the Devil's Country there lately did dwell, A crew of such Whores as was ne'er bred in Hell, The Devil himself he knows it full well, _Which no Body can deny, deny;_ _Which no Body can deny._ There were Six of the Gang, and all of a Bud, Which open'd as soon as got into the Blood, There are five to be hang'd, when the other proves good, _Which no Body_, &c.