Song 7

The puppet-play that by water goes,
The sword of Guy, or Iohn of Gaunt.
We wise, &c.

Let zealous fasters trudge a foot,
And toile their legs to hear a Lecture,
And there be chok'd with an Hebrew root,
At which the Minister doth conjecture.
We wise, &c.

They that are gluttons, and love meat,
And it had rather be devouring,
The greasy Cook-shops may repleat;
Whil'st we our full cups are out-pouring.
We wise, &c.

Y'are welcome all unto this place
That fears no Constable or Church-warden:
Here we will sing and drink apace,
And slight the sports of Paris-garden.
We wise
Do them despise;
For we will stay here,
And with whole flaggons baite our own bear.