The Post of Ware:
With a Packet full of strange Newes out of divers Countries.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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AWay, Away; make no delay,
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this Newes requireth hast;
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Boy, mount thy Mare, post hence to Ware,
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thou canst not ride too fast;
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And as thou rid'st through every Towne,
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blow forth this lively blast:
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All Cittizens Wives
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Are grown constant and sound,
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And say, That Truth doth abound,
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In every Taylors
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Shop to bee found.
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I'th Street of Ware, good Boy, declare,
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we shall have money store,
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The Hollanders heere did tast our Beere,
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while they could drinke no more;
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Some lost their gold, which struck them cold
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though they were hot before:
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And vexing for anger,
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their money to leese,
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They dranke old Sacke Upse-freeze;
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And lustily eate up
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their red-coted Cheese.
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Relate againe, this Newes from Spaine,
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that they are wondrous rich,
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The Fleet of late, hath helpt their State,
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by bringing home so much;
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The States and Spaine, will too't againe;
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the Wars were nere none such,
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And Spinola vowes,
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he no longer will stay,
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But raise his men by breake of day:
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Heele burne up their Forts,
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and goe marching away.
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Say, France with peace hath great increase
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from every Country neere,
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The Boores betimes renew their Vines,
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which lately spoyled were,
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And some suppose, while Vinyards growe
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they make a shift with Beere:
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And tell them the next time
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thou comst thither Post,
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Thou shalt bring news from Englands Coast
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For that is the Newes,
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that concernes us all most.
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Away againe, Post hence amaine,
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and stranger Newes declare,
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To every Towne, both wise and Clowne,
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that hath abiding there,
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For certaine tell, that all is well,
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and bid them banish feare;
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Say, Courtiers are honest,
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they lead vertuous lives,
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The one by the other lovingly thrives,
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And all have gi'n ore
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to wrong Citizens Wives.
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The Second Part. To the same Tune.
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THe Country large, maintain their charge
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and good Hospitality use,
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The Farmers bate of their hie rate,
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and do great Measures choose;
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The Land-lords they, at Quarter day
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doe Fines or Bribes refuse;
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The poore well are clothed,
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and victuals have store,
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The trades ar increasd which late did deplore,
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And Constables scorne
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for to favour a Whore.
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A Soldier true, come over new,
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may quietly to his friends passe,
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Without being staid, no wayes are laid,
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by any inquisitive Asse,
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And Carriers sing, they'l never bring
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London a broken Glasse;
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The Knights and the Gentry,
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each keeps his house,
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The neighbors welcome to Brawn & Souse,
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And Beggers so proud,
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that they all hate a Louse.
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All Citty Dames maintaine their fames,
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their pride they doe impayre,
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The rich each day their money lay,
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Pauls Steeple up to reare;
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Each Prisoners Fee discharg'd shall be,
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to quit them from their care;
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The Bride-wells are alter'd,
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and Hospitalls made,
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And maymed Soldiers therein laid.
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And every Batchelor
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marries a Mayd.
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By Merchants rich is given much,
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to Bankrupts newly decay'd,
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The Merchants store, shall help the poore,
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that want, to set up their Trade;
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From Lud-gate stones none shal heare mones
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which have so long beene made;
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The Usurers, five
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in the hundred will take,
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Promooter all shall Soldiers make,
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And Whores are turnd honest,
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for conscience sake.
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More mightst thou say my fine-tongu'd Boy,
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of this our happy Newes,
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If any grieve for to beleeve,
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I prethee bid them choose;
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And those that will to London still
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these objects come and peruse;
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Where you shall find honestly
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all that I say,
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Provide, make hast, use no delay:
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For all this shall be
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betwixt this and Doomes-day.
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