An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.

The Ballad On the North-Countrymans Song on his View of London Sights.

WHen Ize came first to London-Town, Ize wor a Noviz, as many mo men are; Ize thought the King had live at the Crown, And all the way to Heaven had been through the Star.

Ize set up my Horse, and Ize went to Powles, ••lds nigs, quoth I, what a Kirk bee'th hear, Then Ize did swear by all Kurson souls, ••t wor a mile long or very near.

The top wor as high as any Hill, A Hill quo, I, nay as a Mountain; But Ize went up with very good will, But gladder was I to come down again.

For as I went up my Head ga round; Then be it known to all Kurson people, A man is no little way fro the Ground; When he's o'th the top of Pauls Steeple.

Ize lay down my Hat and Ize went to pray, But wor not this a pitiful case? A'vor Ize had done it wor stolen away; VVho'd a thought Theeves had been in that place?

Now vor my Hot Ize made great moan, A stander by then to me zaid, Thou dost not observe the Scripture aright; For thou mun a watcht, as well as pray'd.

From thence to Westminster Ize went, VVhere many a brave Lawyer Ize did zee, ••ut zome there had a bad intent; ••'m zure my Purse was stoln from me.

••ow to zee the Tombs was my desire, Ize went with many brave fellows store, •••• gan them a Penny that was their hire, And he's but a Fool that will give any more.

••hen through the Roomes the Fellow me led, VVhere all the Zights wor to be zeen, ••nd snuffling told me through the Nose, VVhat formerly the Names of those had been.

Iere Lyes, quoth he, Henry the Third, Thou ly'st like a Knave, he zays never a word; ••nd here lyes Richard the Second Interr'd, And hear stands good King Edward's Sword.

••nd under this Chair lyes Jacobs Stone, The very same stone is now in the Chair: ••••ery good jest, had Jacob but one? How got he so many Sons without a pair?

••stai'd not there, but down with the Tide, Iz' made great hast, and Iz' went my way, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Iz' was to zee the Lions beside, And the Paris-Garden all in a day.

VVhen Ize came there, I was in a Rage, Ize rayl'd on him that kept the Bears, Iustead of a stake, was suffered a stage, And in Hunks his house a Crew of Players.

Then through the Bridge to the Tower Iz' went, VVith much ado Ize ent'rd in, And after a Penny that I had spent, One with a loud voyce did thus begin!

This Lion's the Kings and that is the Queens, And this is the Princes that stands here by, ••Vith that I went neer to look in the Den, Cods body I quoth he, why come you so nigh?

•• made great hast unto my Inn, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Iz' Zupt, and Iz' went to bed betimes, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Zlept, and Iz' Dream'd what I had Zeen, And wak'd again by Cheap-side Chimes.