How like a round Bottle it also doth hang, Well stuffed with Liquor will make it cry twang; With all, it is sweating in the midst of the Cold, More worth to the honour than ransoms of Gold. You see it is gilded with Claret and Sack, A Food and fit cloathing for belly and back: Then let my Nose challenge of all that be here, To sit at this Table as chiefest in cheer. _All Sing._ Room for, _&c._ _The Second Part._ _We have the best Noses that be in our Town, If any bring better come let him sit down._ _The FLATEST._ My Nose is the Flatest of all that be here, Devoid of all Danger and bodily fear; When other long Noses let fly at a Post, My Nose hath the advantage, well known to my Host. For 'tis of the making of _Dunstable_ way, Plain without turning as Travellers say, Though no Nose but approveth to some disgrace, It bringeth less trouble unto a good Face. Then let me do homage to them that have best, For all Nose and no Nose, are both but a Jest; Yet my Nose shall Challenge although it be flat, A place with my Neighbours at whiping the Cat. _All Sing._ Room for good Noses the best in our Town, Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown: For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel, So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel. _The SHARPEST._ My Nose is the Sharpest good Neighbours mark well, The smoak of a Banquet three Mile I can smell; Forged and shaped so sharp at the End, Makes known that I pass not what others do spend. Yet must my Nose spiced most orderly be, With Nutmegs and Ginger, or else 'tis not for me; And so to the bottom the same I commit, Of every Man's cup whereas I do sit. My Nose is the foremost you see at each Feast, Of all other Noses the principal Guest: Then let my Nose challenge as sharp as it shows, The chiefest of every good and bad Nose. _All Sing._ Room for, _&c._ _The BROADEST._ My Nose is the Broadest how like you Sir, that, It feeds on good Liquor and grows very fat; For like to a Panack it covers my Face, To make other Noses the more in disgrace. And look how it glisters like Copper-smith's Hall, To which our good Noses are summoned all; When if that the Colours hold out not good red, A Fine must be levied and set on their Head. For having the Broadest and fairest to the Eye, The Sergeant of Noses appointed am I; Then let my Nose challenge the chiefest from the rest, Of all other Noses the Broadest is best. _All Sing._ Room for good Noses the best in our Town, Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is Brown; For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel, So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel. _The_ LUDGATE _Prisoners._ [Music] Noble King _Lud_, Full long hast thou stood, Not framed of Wood, but of Stone Of Stone sure thou art, Like our Creditors Heart, That regards not our sorrowful Moan.