News from CRUTCHET-FRYERS.
Being an Account of some notorious passages which not long since happened there, and will appear a shame to the Actors, not to be forgotten, nor conceal'd
Being a great part of impudence, as you shall hear by the following Ditty. Tune is, Hey Boys up go we.
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A Story strange I will declare,
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the like was never known;
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[?] I to you will make appear,
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and was but lately done:
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Some that were void of grace and shame,
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Merkins and Dildoes made,
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And threw them o're their neighbors wall,
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this was a hopeful Trade.
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A Person of great worth and fame,
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whose Vertues well were known,
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These Sluts were minded to defame,
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as plainly shall be shown:
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God blessed her with Riches store,
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she liberal was and free;
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And dayly gave unto the poor,
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so good a Soul was she.
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But yet some envious Neighbours, they
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envy'd her happiness.
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And studied how to find a way
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their malice to express:
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Impudently they then did frame
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Stiff-standing Dildoes they did make,
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and put in Earthen-Pots;
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With other things, a shame to speak,
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made by these foolish Sots,
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Which when they shamelesly had done,
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they threw them o're the Wall,
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Their honest Neighbour to torment,
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and vex her therewithall.
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And being for this thing reprov'd,
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they seemed not asham'd,
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But civil People would be mov'd
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to hear such Baubles nam'd:
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Where impudence is grounded in,
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there shame is banisht quite;
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In wantonness and other sin
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they fix their whole delight.
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Good Neighbourhood is a dainty thing,
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which honest People love;
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And doth such great contentment bring,
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that malice can't remove:
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But envy from the Devil springs,
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Civillity is banisht quite,
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where envy getteth root;
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They study how to show their spight,
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and glory when hey doo't:
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But 'tis a shame to Women-kind,
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such ugly things to frame,
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Which civil People scorn to mind,
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and are asham'd to name.
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Let civil People far and near,
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their impudence admire;
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For of the like I ne'r did hear,
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nor never more desire:
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Merkins and Dildoes made of Clouts,
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till now were never known;
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And they were Plaistered round about,
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to several they were shown.
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At these my Lines take no offence,
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Writ for no other end
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Than to set forth their impudence,
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who herein did offend:
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For 'twas indeed a perfect shame,
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that those call'd Women kind
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