JACKMAN

Room for the five Princes of Egypt, mounted all upon the Horse Like the four Sons of Aymon, to make the miracle the more, by a head, if it may be: gaze upon them, as on the Offspring of Ptolemy, be got upon several Cleopatra's, in their several Countries; especially on this brave Spark struck out of Flintshire, upon Justice Jugges Daughter then Sheriff of the County; who running away with a kins man of our Captains, and her Father pursuing her to the Marshes, He great with Justice, She great with Juggling, they were both for the time turned stone upon the fight each of other, in Chester: Till at last (see the Wonder) A Jug of the Town Ale reconciling them; the memorial of both their gravities, his in beard, and hers in belly, hath remained e for since preserved in picture upon the most stone Jugs of the Kingdom. The famous imp yet grew a wretchcocke, and though for seven years together, he were very carefully carried at his mother's back, rocked in a cradle of Welch-cheese, Like a Maggot, and there fed with broken beer, and blown wine o'the best daily; yet looks he, as if he never saw his Guinquennium. 'Tis true, he can thread needles o'horse-backe, to draw a yard of inckle through his nose: But what's that to a grown Gipsy, one of the blood, and of his time if he had thrived: Therefore, till with his painful Progenitors, he be able to Beatrice it on the hard hoof, or the be Bawse, or the Starling, Ken to nip a Jan, and Cly the Jack; 'tis thought fit he march in the Infants equipage. With the Convoy, Cheats, and peckage, Out of Clutch of Harmam Beckage, To their libkins at the Crackmans, Or some skipper of the Blackmans. IF we here be a little obscure, it is our pleasure; for rather than we will offer to be our own interpreters, we are resolved not to be un derstood: yet if any man doubt of the significancy of the language, we refer him to the third volume of reports, set forth by the learned in the laws of Canting, and published in the Gipsies tongue: Give me my Guittarra, and room for our Chief. FRom the famous Peacke of Darby, And the Devils arse there hard-by, Where we yearly keep our musters, Thus the Egyptians throng in clusters, Be not frighted with our fashion, Though we seem a tattered Nation; We account our rags, our riches, So our tricks exceed our stitches. Give us Bacon, rinds of Walnuts, Shells of Cockels, and of Smalnuts; Ribbons, Bells', and Safrond linen, All the World is ours to win in. Knacks we have that will delight you, slight of hand that will invite you, To endure our tawny faces. WOE. Quit your places, and not cause you cut your laces. All your Fortune's we can tell ye, Be they for the back or belly; In the Moods too, and the Tenses, That may fit your fine five senses. Draw but then your gloves we pray you, And fit still, we will not fray you; For though we be here at Burley, Wee'd be loath to make a hurly. WOE. Quit your places, and not cause you cut your laces. All your Fortune's we can tell ye, Be they for the back or belly; In the Moods too, and the Tenses, That may fit your fine five senses. Draw but then your gloves we pray you, And fit still, we will not fray you; For though we be here at Burley, Wee'd be loath to make a hurly. THough you Sir be Chamberlain, I have a key To open your fortune a little by the way; You are a good man, Deny it that can; And faithful you are, Deny it that dare. You know how to use your sword and your Pen, And you love not alone the Arts, but the men; The graces and Muses every where follow You, as you were their second Apollo; Only your hand here tells you to your face, You have wanted one grace, To perform, what has been a right of your place; For by this line which is Mars his Trench, You never yet helped your Master to a Wench: 'Tis well for your honour he's pious, and chaste, Or you had most certainly been displaste. For the Courts own mouth. Come Windsor, the Town, With the Mayor, and oppose, Weell put them all down, Or the Ape on his shoulder. H'is a sighed that will take And old Judge from his Wench, I, and keep him awake, I, forth i'their smocks. Tut, a man's a man; Let the Clowns with their Sluts Come mend us if they can,