A LETTER,
TO
Satisfie all Persons that Whitney is not fled from NEWGATE, as it
was falsly Reported, but is still remaining there; and may be seen, or spoke with,
from Morning till Night.
To the Tune of Let Mary live long. Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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THere is a Report,
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new rais'd by the Rabble,
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and yet a mere Fable;
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Both City and Court
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is fill'd with the News,
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That Witney's out of Gaol,
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Without giving of Bail;
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'tis false I declare,
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He lyes still in Fetters,
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He lyes still in Fetters,
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the more is his Care.
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II.
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These Fetters and Chains,
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with which he is hamper'd,
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if he would have scamper'd,
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'Twoud puzzle his Brains
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for to get them off;
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Besides, there's a Crew
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Of the Devil knows who,
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which Guards him likewise,
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For fear of their losing
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For fear of their losing
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their wonderful Prize.
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III.
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Their kindness to him,
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he well do's remember,
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the last of December
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Under Lock and Key
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they put him with care
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Where he still is confin'd,
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They were wonderful kind,
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he needs must confess,
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That he cannot leave 'em,
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That he cannot leave 'em.
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altho' in Distress.
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IV.
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The Doors being barr'd
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too keep him from running,
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besides, they are cunning,
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For there's a strong Guard
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of Keepers likewise:
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Nay, if Sampson was there
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He could never get clear;
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no, neither can he,
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It is not so easie,
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It is not so easie,
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from Newgate to flee.
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V.
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The Valiant and Stout,
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if once over-power'd,
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appears like a Coward:
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There's no getting out
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for Whitney I find;
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Iron Bars he can't break,
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Nor the Stony Walls shake,
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they're stronger than so,
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He there must continue,
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He there must continue,
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whether he will or no.
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VI.
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He study'd which way
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how to run and leave 'em;
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but who can deceive them,
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Their Fetters, and they
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a Gyant would tame:
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Let him do what he can,
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He that never fear'd Man,
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not since he was Born,
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Do's now lie in Prison,
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Do's now lie in Prison,
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with Sorrow forlorn.
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VII.
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'Tis said he was fled,
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without disputation
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this ample Relation
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Was carry'd and spread
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by Friends of his own,
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Who'd be glad without doubt,
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If he could but get out,
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but wishes are vain,
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For in his new Quarters
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For in his new Quarters
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He still do's remain.
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VIII.
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The Truth to declare,
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and not to deceive ye,
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if you'll not believe me,
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I'd have you repair
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with speed to his Room,
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In the Goal of Newgate,
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Where both early or late,
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he's free for your sight,
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He is to be spoke with
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He is to be spoke with
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From Morning till Night.
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