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CANTO VII.
Long Wars have stood us in great stead,
Knockt all Obedience in the Head.
Parents, Husbands, Tutors, Masters,
May go look out for fresh Pastures.
Magistrates may wear Fur-Gowns,
Maces and Staffs, a scorn to Clown;
Cities are no more than Country Towns.
Prentices are nimble, 'tis but a Hop
To the Field, from the Shop.
Maid-Servants, when the Brimps takes 'um,
Run to Husbands, that mars or makes 'um.
Hired-Servants bargain wisely,
From six to six, knock off precisely.
A Justice of Peace engages,
For Statute-Work, and Statute-Wages.
If Clock strikes six, and Pig's a Turning,
Ith' Devils name let it lie a Burning.
If the Coach-man hear six Knocks,
Let him skip out of his Box;
Though Lord and Lady have the Squirt,
Leav'um in the Dark and Dirt.
If the Butter be a Churning,
Or the Cheese lacks Turning:
If the Oven be half Hot,
If it be time to scum the Pot:
If Pyes or Tarts be half Bak't,
If the Hearth be half Rak't: