The TAYLOR'S Vindication
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THere was a simple Adamite,
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That wrote a senseless Sonet
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Between a Taylor and his Love,
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(and now I think upon it)
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With many Scoffs Scorns and Jeers,
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Did give him in a Song, Sir,
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He said, that That Taylors were not Men;
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In which he did them wrong Sir.
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To Vindicat the Taylors Cause,
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Mantain it well I can Sir;
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For still where e're he comes and goes,
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He'll prove himself a Man Sir:
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And this I say, as well I may,
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And prove it well I can, Sir,
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The Taylors are our constant Friends,
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And very pretty Men, Sir.
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Adam and Eve in Paradice,
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Altho they wanted nothing;
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Yet they were Naked at the first,
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And had no kind of Cloathing,
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They sew'd Fig-leaves and Aprons made,
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To hide their shame of Sinning:
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And thus began the Taylors Trade
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At the Worlds first beginning.
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When that King Solomon did live,
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(So says that Royal Story)
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Most Gorgeous Rayment he did wear,
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in all his Pomp and Glory,
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Brave Garments gay, as Rich as may,
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Let there be no Mistaking,
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He went, as no Man can deny,
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Even of the Taylors making:
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Which does unto this very Day
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Deserve our Commendation,
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In making of our Garments fine,
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Of divers sort and fashion:
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The best of us would hardly speed,
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If Taylors did not make it,
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And help us when we stand in need,
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Or else like Beasts go Naked:
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The chiefest Gentry of the Town,
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(The Truth I may be bold in)
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The Gallant and the Country Clown
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To Taylors are beholden
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The Strong, the Weak, the Rich, the Poor
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The Free-man and the Jaylor,
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The honest Woman and the Whore,
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Must speak Good of the Taylor:
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Your dainty Dam'sels deck'd with Pea[rl]
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Becomes their Cloaths compleatly.
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Yea, and the honest Country Girles,
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Becomes their Habites neatly:
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The honest Sea-men and their Wives,
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The Ship wright and the Sailor,
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And every one both John and Jean,
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May speak Good of the Taylor.
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Yet one Thing more I must you tell,
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The which concerns their Dealing,
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A Taylor loves his Work so well,
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He hates the Trade of Stealing,
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Base Thiefry he cannot abide;
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When Cloath is brought unto him
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If any Thing be cast aside,
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I pray much Good may't do him.
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