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B04631 On the second entertainment of the batchelours by the right honourable the Lord Mayor of the city of London, September viij. MDCLXIX. 1669 (1669) Wing O325; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[76] 1,500 1

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ON THE Second Entertainment of the Batchelours BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE The Lord Mayor of the City of London SEPTEMBER viij MDCLXIX NOW Gallants Much good do 't ye But d' you hear The News abroad I heard one just now swear That all th' unmarry'd Ladies that were met To see your Pomp are fighting in the street Th' have pin'd away e're since their former sight With the Green-Sickness all but now they 'l sight While this Mans Face was prais'd and that Mans Foot One Gallants Perruque and anothers Sute A jealous humour took 'em all i' th' pate And th' are by th' ears none knows for whom or what 'T is some of You pray think upon their Cases Unless You part 'em they 'l spoil all their Faces They rave alas to think their destinies Have Damn'd 'em Maids till You 'l be otherwise Th' are tantaliz'd what would you have 'm do They neither can enjoy your Feast nor You. These Sabine Ladies came with longing Eyes To view your more than Roman Gallantries And now they 'l prove th' inverted Story true And will I fear commit a Rape on You. But I 'l no longer ' fright you ben't dejected 'T was but to try you how you stood affected The Ladies thank you for their Noble View The Men both for the sight of Them and You. You 've beg'd th' young City Ladies this daies Play But they must Fast upon their Holy-day They were both gallant Sights but ' troth 't is pity Maids may Adorn but ne're can Make a City And Maids and Batchelours are a finer sight For a Summers Day than for a Winters Night 'Pray Gallants think upon 't but for to day Eat drink be jovial let the Ladies stay If to their Healths you 'l drink a Glass or two I dare be bold they 'l do as much for You. See all before you you can wish and here You need no Horn but that of Plenty fear Such store of Ammunition is able To ' fright one with th' Artill'ry of the Table Tables fo nobly fill'd as if last Fleet Had brought home no Commodity but Meat And Wines so rich and costly as if there was Cleopatra's Pearl dissolv'd in ev'ry glass Two more such Feasts were able to undo A Land and bankrupt all the World but You. This very Sight would make a Miser bold To wish like Midas he could eat his Gold A Puritans eternal Lungs would waste To say a Grace of length for such a Feast He 'd leave his Fasts though ne're so great a Sinner And keep a long Thanksgiving for the Dinner Those nauseous stomachs o' th' preciser Ones Bark at those Tables where they 'd pick the Bones But Envy no not Theirs can dare to call What 's Noble by the name of Prodigal 'T is free from all Excess as full of State All Great Mens Actions like Themselves are Great He from whose only Pattern may be seen What MAYORS must be and what they should have been Whose early Vig'lance keeps th' Rebellious in That they want Opportunity to sin Who stays not calmly till the Law is broke But keeps Men stom't his Eye prevents his stroke Who rouzes Justice from her sleeping hole Is both the Body of the Law and Soul Who weighs things with an equal steady hand And to whose Test Justice her self may stand He who does this and more wou'd you but know What ample boon Heaven does on him bestow H' has Adam's blessings in his single life His Wisdom Inn'cence Honour and no VVife Let London lift up her recruited Head She 's New-born and her Father is a Maid May th' Omen hold and She forever be Chast as a Virgin as a Virgin Free When She 's again with this daies splendour blest Make this brave Pattern th' Epo'che to the rest But may no Poetaster of the Times Send in Sedition crouch'd in Joking Rimes Still may all those that rail ad Bishopsgate Feel an eternal Bedlam in their Pate For next to such a PRINCE and such a Day London can only wish She ever may Have such a MAYOR though She still want a Mayoress So may the City hope to be His Heiress LONDON Printed M DC LXIX