Vii

We beg for our Bread, yet sometimes it happens We fast it with Pig, Pullet, Coney, and Capons The Church's Affairs, we are no Men-slayers, We have no Religion, yet live by our Prayers; But if when we beg, Men will not draw their Purses, We charge, and give Fire, with a Volley of Curses; The Devil confound your good Worship, we cry, And such a bold brazen-fac'd Beggar am I.