Good nevves and bad nevves. By S.R.

EPIGRAM.

TWo that had beene aboord a Burdeux barke, Came reeling thorow Ratcliff in the darke, And to secure them from al stumbling harme They linckt together louing arme in arme; But as they came along the grauell pit, The one of them got such a reeling fit, That from his fellow downe the banke he fell, And lying on his backe, cri'd, Hey da Nell: Why here's a towne is e'ne well gouern'd right, Keepe open seller doores this time a night? Where art thou Robin, to his fellow calling? Who vp the banke, thorow the dirt was crawling. Marry (quoth he) I knocke and call for beere, And there is not a rogue will answer here, Therefore as true as this good light doth shine I am a climing to pull downe their signe: And I am searching all the seller here, To finde the taps and let out all the beere, The knaues shall know they haue not vs'd vs well, Why here's a towne braue gouern'd, Hey da Nell.