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XXXIX.

LONDON'S ORDINARY,

OR,

Every Man in his Humour.

To a pleasant new Tune.

[From a black letter copy printed by Coles, Vere, Wright, and Clarke.]

THROUGH the Royal Exchange as I walked,
Where gallants in satin did shine :
At midst of the day they parted away
At several places to dine.

The gentry went to the King's-head,
The nobles unto the Crown,

The knights unto the Golden Fleece,
And the ploughman to the Clown.

The clergy will dine at the Mitre,
The vintners at the Three Tuns,

The usurers to the Devil will go,

And the friars unto the Nuns.

The ladies will dine at the Feathers,
The Globe no captain will scorn,

The huntsman will go to the Greyhound below,
And some townsmen to the Horn.

The plumber will dine at the Fountain,

The cooks at the Holy Lamb,

The drunkards, at noon, to the Man in the Moon, And the cuckolds to the Ram.

The roarers will dine at the Lion,
The watermen at the Old Swan,
The bawds will to the Negro go,

And the whores to the Naked Man.

The keepers will to the White Hart,
The mariners unto the Ship,
The beggars they must take their way
To the Eggshell and the Whip.

The farriers will to the Horse,
The blacksmith unto the Lock,

The butchers to the Bull will go,
And the carmen to Bridewell Dock.

The fishmongers unto the Dolphin,
The bakers to the Cheat Loaf,
The turners unto the Ladle will go,

Where they may merrily quaff.

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As will dine at the shuttle,
vers will unto the Glove,
us all to the Maidenhead,

And true lovers unto the Dove.

salers will dine at the Saddle,

The painters to the Green Dragon,

The Dutchman will go to the sign of the Vrow, Where each man may drink his flaggon.

The chandlers will dine at the Scales,
The salters at the sign of the Bag,

The porters take pain at the Labour-in-vain,
And the horse-courser to the White Nag.

Thus every man in his humour,

From north unto the south,

But he that hath no money in his purse,
May dine at the sign of the Mouth.

The swaggerers will dine at the Fencers,
But those that have lost their wits,

With Bedlam Tom let there be there home,
And the Drum the drummer best fits.

The cheater will dine at the Chequer,
The pick-pocket at a blind alehouse,
Till taken and tried, up Holborn they ride,
And make their end at the gallows.

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XL.

"THE CRUELL SHROW;

OR,

The Patient Man's Woe.

Declaring the misery and the great paine,
By his unquiet wife he doth dayly sustaine."

To the tune of Cuckolds all arowe.

[From a black letter copy, printed for Henry Gosson.]

COME bachelors and married men,

And listen to my song,
And I will shew you plainly then

The injury and wrong,

That constantly I do sustain

By the unhappy life,

The which does put me to great pain

By my unquiet wife.

She never linnes her bawling,

Her tongue it is so loud, But always she'll be railing

And will not be controule

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