London, Printed for _John Wright_,[F. 131] and are to be sold at his
shop in _Guilt spurre_ Street at the signe of the Bible.
A very slight comparison with Robert Burns' poem on this subject will
show how much he was indebted to this version, having plagiarised,
almost verbally, in many parts.
[Footnote 125: For tune, see Appendix.]
[Footnote 126: Hied.]
[Footnote 127: Vat]
[Footnote 128: Kiln]
[Footnote 129: A thick leather coat; here used in another
sense as a "black jack" or leather can.]
[Footnote 130: Sorrow.]
[Footnote 131: A John Wright at the Bible, near Newgate,
published between 1624 and 1627; but a J. Wright in Giltspur
Street published from 1670 to 1690. In the Roxburghe Ballads
are three editions of this ballad, catalogued (?) 1650, 1690,
1730.]
_How_ Tarlton _tooke Tobacco at the first comming up of it_.
[77.] _Tarlton_, (as other Gentlemen used) at the first comming up of
Tabacco, did take it more for fashion's sake than otherwise, & being
in a roome, set between two Men overcome with Wine, and they never
seeing the like, wondred at it; and seeing the vapour come out of
_Tarlton's_ nose, cryed out Fire, fire, and then threw a Cup of Wine
in _Tarlton's_ face. Make no more stirre, quoth Tarlton, the fire
is quenched: if the Sheriffes come, it will turne to a fine, as the
Custome is. And drinking that againe, Fie, sayes the other, what a
stinke it makes, I am almost poisoned. If it offend, saies _Tarlton_,
let's every one take a little of the smell, and so the savour will
quickly goe: but Tobacco whiffes made them leave him to pay all.
_Dick_ had but two words to maintain him ever, [5.]
And that was, Stand; and, after, stand--Deliver.
But _Dick's_ in Newgate, and he fears shall never
Be blest again with that sweet word, Deliver.
A tall Man void of wit, [12.]
We may compare him fit
To a House six Stories high at least;
Where commonly we see
That the upper Rooms be
Worst furnish'd than any of the rest.
[78.] One hearing a Usurer say he had been on the pike of _Teneriff_
(which is supposed to be one of the highest hils in the worlde) asked
him why he had not stay'd there, for he was perswaded hee would never
come so neere heaven againe.
[32.] I consume my mother that bare me, I eat my nurse that fed me,
then I dye leaving all blind that saw me.
_Solution._ Meant of the flame of a Candle, which having consumed both
wax and weeke, goeth out leaving them in the dark that saw by it.
The following shows the extent to which political satire can be
carried, and its wit and rarity must be my apology for introducing
it:--