The many-color'd Gentry there above, By turns are rul'd by Tumult, and by Love: To You our Author makes Her soft Request, Or ev'ry Mortal Woman here fhall write: or We'll write to You, and make You write in Rhime: HO has e'er been at PARIS, muft needs know the Greve, The fatal Retreat of th' unfortunate Brave; Where Honor and Justice moft odly contribute, [on; put There Death breaks the Shackles, which Force had And the Hangman compleats, what the Judge but begun : There the 'Squire of the Pad, and the Knight of the Poft, Find their Pains no more balk'd, and their Hopes no Derry down, &c. [more croft. Great Claims are there made, and great Secrets are known; And the King, and the Law, and the Thief has His own: But my Hearers cry out; What a duce doft Thou ayl? Cut off thy Reflections; and give Us thy Tale. Derry down, &c. 'Twas 'Twas there, then, in civil Respect to harfh Laws, And for want of falfe Witness, to back a bad Caufe, A NORMAN, tho' late, was oblig'd to appeat: And Who to affift, but a grave CORDELIER? The 'Squire, whofe good Grace was to open the Scene, Seem'd not in great Hafte, that the Show fhou'd begin: Now fitted the Halter, now travers'd the Cart; And often took Leave; but was loath to Depart. Derry down, &c. What frightens You thus, my good Son fays the Priest: You Murther'd, are Sorry, and have been Confeft. O Father! My Sorrow will fcarce fave my Bacon: For 'twas not that I Murther'd, but that I was Taken. Derry down, &c. Pough! pr'ythee ne'er trouble thy Head with fuch Fancies: Rely on the Aid You fhall have from Saint FRANCIS: If the Money You promis'd be brought to the Cheft; You have only to Dye: let the Church do the rest. Derry down, &c. And what will Folks fay, if they fee You afraid? It reflects upon Me; as I knew not my Trade: Courage, Friend; To-day is your Period of Sorrow ; And Things will go better, believe Me, To-morrow. Derry down, &c. To To-morrow? our Hero reply'd in a Fright: He that's hang'd before Noon, ought to think of To-night. Tell your Beads, quoth the Priest, and be fairly trufs'd up: For You furely To-night fhall in PARADISE Sup. Derry down, &c. Alas! quoth the 'Squire, howe'er fumptuous the Treat, Parblew, I fhall have little Stomach to Eat: I should therefore esteem it great Favor, and Grace; Derry down, &c. [boot; That I wou'd, quoth the Father, and thank you to But our Actions, You know, with our Duty must suit. The Feast, I propos'd to You, I cannot taste: For this Night, by our Order, is mark'd for a Fast. Derry down, &c. Then turning about to the Hangman, He faid; Dispatch me, I pr'ythee, this troublesome Blade: For Thy Cord, and My Cord both equally tie; And We Live by the Gold, for which other Men Dye. Derry down, &c. An INT EPITAPH Stet quicunque volet potens Senec. NTERR'D beneath this Marble Stone, Their Moral and Oeconomy Ccc c |