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Grave Dons of Bus'ness may be Bulker's Cullies, }
And Crop-ear'd Prentices set up for Bullies, }
And not one Horse-whip Lash here, flog their Follies; }
Nay, our hot Blades, whose Honour was so small,
They'd not bear Arms, because not Col'nels all:
That wish the French may have a mighty Slaughter,
But wish it safely——On this side o'th' Water.
Yet when the King returns, are all prepar'd,
To beg Commissions in the Standing-Guard;
Even these, the Sons of Shame and Cowardice,
Will 'scape us now, tho' 'tis a cursed Vice.
Our Author has a famous Story chose, }
Whose Comick Theme no Person does expose, }
But the Knights-Errant; and pray where are those? }
There was an Age, when Knights with Launce and Shield,
Would Right a Lady's Honour in the Field:
To punish Ravishers, to Death would run, }
But those Romantick Days——Alas, are gone, }
Some of our Knights now, rather would make one, }
Who finding a young Virgin, by Disaster,
Ty'd to a Tree, would rather tie her faster.
Yet these must 'scape too, so indeed must all, }
Court-Cuckold-makers now no Jest does maul, }
Nor the horn'd Herd within yon City Wall. }
The Orange-Miss, that here Cajoles the Duke,
May sell her Rotten Ware without rebuke.
The young Coquet, whose Cheats few Fools can dive at,
May Trade, and th' Old Tope Kniperkin in private;
The Atheist too, on Laws Divine may Trample,
And the Plump Jolly Priest get Drunk, for Church-Example.