UPon a Night of misty Vapours,
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A Corpse transported was with Tapors;
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Which coming from, I heard one cry,
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Will you by the Mens Reply
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I having read it straight did feel,
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To swallow had I too hard a Pil:
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For Women I did speak a word,
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But it's made me put up my sword.
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Let none think I betray my Cause,
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I hope I'll be excus'd by Laws;
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Since that I found no grain of Reason
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For Womens Pride (this is not Treason)
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And tho against Men I did flyt,
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Indeed two Blacks won't make a White.
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Now Women my Advice is this,
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Lay by your Hoods that cocked is,
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None in your Cause will good betide
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Alas I'm beaten Back and Side.
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Tho of me this Man's spoken evil,
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Even tho he's called me a Devil;
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I him forgive in all Mens sight,
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Seing that he was in the Right;
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For's pains deserves a Lawrel Crown,
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Since it was pride that he cry'd down.
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However I'de have you search for him,
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I'm sory I gave such bad Marks of him;
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And when you find him, fill his Loof,
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If that will tend to your behoof,
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See that you rise not in a passion,
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For that with you is no new fashion;
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But beg of him to hold his peace,
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Lest to you he bring more disgrace;
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Yet I fear he'll disdain your Treasure,
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Till ye leave off this prideful pleasure.
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Since that will fail, I give consent
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That ye do Bill the Parliament,
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Their Wisdom ne'er will Pride allow,
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Your Bill will be refus'd I trow.
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What will you then do in this Case,
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For Cockups I can find no place?
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O I remember I've seen them here,
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On them whom't did become to wear,
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The Whores scourg'd in the Town were those
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The foremost bears the high Cocko's
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Let Whores take them away for Stores,
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Which when they bring to Forraign shores
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I'll lay my Life they'll fright the Mores.
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So Sarah Say-well takes Good-night,
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And wishes Pride be put to flight.
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