England's jests refin'd and improv'd being a choice collection of the merriest jests, smartest repartees, wittiest sayings, and most notable bulls yet extant, with many new ones never before printed to which are added XIII ingenious characters drawn to the life / the whole work compil'd with great care and exactness, and may serve as the witty-man's companion, the busie-man's diversion and the melancholy man's physick and recreation, calculated for the innocent spending of the winter evenings by H.C.

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Cardinal Woolsey being to pa••s through St. Pauls Church, his Gentle∣man went before, to make a way for him, and coming to a poor Priest kneeling at Prayers in the way, he said to him, Room for my Lord Car∣dinal's Grace: No says he, the Pope is not dead yet, what should he do there? remove out of your place, says he, to make way, why saies he? do you think My Lord will take my place.

An Arch Wag speaking of the late dreadful Fire of London, said, Cannon-street roared, Wood-street was burnt to Ashes, Bread-street was burnt to a Coal, Pie-Corner was over-bak'd, and Snow-hill was melted down.