But now forsooth our strictest Laws, Are 'gainst the Friends o'th' good old Cause, And if one Hangs, the other Draws, _Which no Body_, &c. But had I but so Worthy been, To sit in Place that some are in, I better had advis'd therein, _Which no Body_, &c. I am one that firm doth stand, For Manufactures of the Land, Then Cyder takes in, out of hand, _Which no Body_, &c. This _English_ Wine (quoth he) and Ale, Our Fathers drank before the Sale Of Sack on Pothecarys Stall _Which no Body_, &c. These Outlandish drinks, quoth he, The _French_, and _Spanish_ Foppery, They tast too much of Popery, _Which no Body_, &c. And having thus their Verdicts spent, Concerning King and Parliament, They Scandalize a Government, _Which no Body_, &c. An Hierarchy by such a Prince, As may be said without Offence, None e'er could boast more Excellence, _Which no Body_, &c. God bless the King, the Queen and Peers, Our Parliament and Overseers, And rid us of such Mutineers, _Which no Body can deny_. _A_ SATYR _on the Times. To the foregoing Tune._ A World that's full of Fools and Mad-men, Of over-glad, and over-sad Men, With a few good, but many bad Men, _Which no Body can deny_. So many Cheats and close Disguises, So many Down for one that Rises, So many Fops for one that Wise is, _Which no Body_, &c. So many Women ugly Fine, Their inside Foul, their outside shine, So many Preachers few Divines, _Which no Body_, &c. So many of Religious Sect, Who quite do mis-expound the Text, About ye know not what perplext, _Which no Body_, &c. Many Diseases that do fill ye, Many Doctors that do kill ye, Few Physicians that do heal ye, _Which no Body_, &c. Many Lawyers that undo ye, But few Friends who will stick to ye, And other Ills that do pursue ye, _Which no Body_, &c. So many Tradesmen Lyars, So many cheated Buyers, As even Numeration tyers, _Which no Body_, &c. So many loose ones and high-flying, Who live as if there were no dying, Heaven and Hell, and all defying, _Which no Body_, &c. So many under Scanty Fates, Who yet do live at lofty rates, And make show of great Estates, _Which no Body_, &c. And if they will not take Offence, Many great Men of little Sense, Who yet to Politicks make Pretence, _Which no Body_, &c. Many meriting lower Fate, Have Title, Office, and Estate, Their Betters waiting at their Gate, _Which no Body_, &c. The Worthless meet with higher Advances, As the Wise bestower Fancies, To the Worthy nothing chances, _Which no Body_, &c. The Worthy and the Worthless Train, Modest, silent, nothing gain, Impudent begging all obtain, _Which no Body_, &c. A World wherein is Plenteous store, Of Foppish, Rich, Ingenious Poor, Neglected beg from Door to Door, _Which no Body_, &c.