S1 We our wives turn'd out of doors, Our pulpiteers are proud and bold, And here's our reformation! 'Tis a madness then to make Since we've poffeffion, not enjoyment. The SAFETY. INCE it has been lately enacted high-treafon For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state, Let every one make use of his reafon, See and hear what he can, but take heed what he prate; For the proverbs do learn us, He that ftays from the battle fleeps in a whole fkin, Of matters that do not concern us? Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones, He that's mounted on high, is a mark for the hate, While he that lies low is fecure in his ftate, And the great ones do fcorn to annoy it. I'm never the better which fide gets the battle, Let mifers take courfes to heap up their treasure, Whose luft has no limits, whose mind has no measure ; Let me but bé quiet, and take a little pleasure, A little contents my nature. My petition fhall be, that canary be cheaper, Without patent, or custom, or curfed excife, That the wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper, If this were but granted, who wou'd not defire We'll ring out the bells when our noses are on fire, I account him no wit that is gifted at railing. If fack were reform'd into twelve-pence a quart, And with a true friend wou'd make merry and fport, Not a word, but we'll pay 'em with thinking. The Tub-preacher. ITH face and fashion to be known, WWith eyes all white, and many a groan, With neck awry, and fnivelling tone, And loving cant to fifter Joan, 'Tis a new teacher about the town, Oh! the town's new teacher. With With cozening laugh, and hollow cheek, 'Tis a new teacher, &c. With hair cut fhorter than the brow, 'Tis a new teacher, &c. With fhop-board breeding and intrusion, 'Tis a new teacher, &c. With threats of abfolute damnation, 'Tis a new teacher, &c. With troops expecting him at door And women following him good ftore, Whilft Tom writes notes, as bar-boys fcore, 'Tis a new teacher, &c. With |