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And may be smelt above a German mile,
Well, let them go to fume the Middle-Ile.
But here's the sight that doth men good to see't,
Grave Burghers, with their Posies, sweet, sweet, sweet,
With their fat Wives. Then comes old Robin too,
Who although write or read he neither do,
Yet hath his Testament chain'd to his wast,
And his blind zeal feels out the proofs as fast,
And makes as greasie Dogs-ears as the best.
A new shav'd Cobler follows him, as it hapt,
With his young Cake-bread in his cloak close wrapt;
Then panting comes his Wife from t'other end
O'th' Town, to hear Our Father and see a friend;
Then came the shops young fore-man, 'tis presum'd,
With hair rose-water'd, and his gloves perfum'd,
With his blew shoo-strings too, and besides that,
A riband with a sentence in his hat:
The Virgins too, the fair one, and the Gypsie,
Spectatum veniunt, venient spectentur ut ipsæ
And now the silk'n Dames throng in, good store,
And casting up their noses to th' pew dore,
Look with disdain to see the pew so full,
Yet must and will have room, I, that they wull;
Streight that she sits not uppermost distast
One takes; 'Tis fine that I must be displac't
By you, she cries then, Good Mistris Gill Flurt;
Gill Flurt, enrag'd cries t'other, Why ye dirt-
tie piece of Impudence, ye ill-bred Thief,
I scorn your terms, good Mistris Thimble-mans wife.
Marry come up, cries t'other, pray forbear,
Surely your Husband's but a Scavenger;
Cries t'other then, and what are you I pray?
No Aldermans wife for all you are so gay.
Is it not you that to all Christenings frisk it?
And to save bread, most shamefully steal the bisket,
At which the other mad beyond all law,
Unsheaths her talons, and prepares to claw.
And sure some gorgets had been torn that day,
