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, The gentry went to the King's-head, The knights unto the Golden Fleece, The clergy will dine at the Mitre, The usurers to the Devil will go, And the friars unto the Nuns. The ladies will dine at the Feathers, The huntsman will go to the Greyhound below, 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, And the whores to the Naked Man. The keepers will to the White Hart, The farriers will to the Horse, The butchers to the Bull will go, The fishmongers unto the Dolphin, Where they may merrily quaff. As will dine at the shuttle, 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 porters take pain at the Labour-in-vain, Thus every man in his humour, From north unto the south, But he that hath no money in his purse, The swaggerers will dine at the Fencers, With Bedlam Tom let there be there home, The cheater will dine at the Chequer, XL. "THE CRUELL SHROW; OR, The Patient Man's Woe. Declaring the misery and the great paine, 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, 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 |