Now the bill is past, wooden shoes at last This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A52547 of text R43496 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing N1435B). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A52547 Wing N1435B ESTC R43496 27822703 ocm 27822703 110202 2240856554

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A52547) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 110202) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1730:38) Now the bill is past, wooden shoes at last 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for W. Jones ..., [London] : [1689?] In verse. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. "Price One Penny." Reproduction of original in Harvard University Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Revolution of 1688 -- Poetry. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo Now the bill is past, wooden shoes at last [no entry] 1689 1 482 2 0 0 0 0 0 41.49 D The rate of 41.49 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Now the BILL is past , Wooden Shoes at last . THE best of all things is the Golden Mean , Virtue resides not in the two Extreams : E●en the Heavens declare this Maxim true , Which five Zones have , and yet there are but two Under which mankind can his Life possess , That this is so , Astronomers confess . Perhaps you 'l say , the third shou'd Centre be , But let two Circles here be drawn by thee . The third is then Extream , you 'l quickly see . But since 't is my design to write upon The Golden Mean , why stay I here so long ? Of the Hare and Partridge let us take a view . The first 's too fearful , and the latter too Audacious , stays until the Net be drew : The other starts at e'ery blast of Wind , As if the Enemy was e'en then behind . The Hare is thus like Jealousie and Fears , Which sets us ost together by the Ears . Thus it falls out , we frequent are undone By Hurly-burlies which we strive to shun , As in the dismal Date of Forty One. No less simply the Partridge is beset , Who takes no care , till in the fatal Net In which we 'd almost been in Eighty Eight . And then , alas , too late she wou'd avoid Those Snares in which already she 's decoy'd . Then wisely let us act like Reynalds , who Do's timely fly , when that his Foes pursue : 'T is time to stir , when once the Wooden Shoe Is seen or heard , for fear of L — s too . November' s Plots were soon enough foreknown , Before the Pop was made , or Powder blown , Before the Duke came in , or Wax-work shown . And tho' the BILL is pass'd , they Brethren are , A●d till they 're quite undone , need not dispair : Perhaps some B — t may harangue the Crowd , To bring Relief before they 're in the Shroud . The Wheel upon the Axis moveth still , And various Winds , various Sails do fill : There 's nothing which is always at a stay , The Tide it self do's often change its way . Then if kind Phoebus shou'd resolve again To grant to Phaeton the Horses Rein , Let him be mindful of his fatal Sire , 'T is ill Repenting when the World's on fire . Vlysses like , may Jove preserve him long From Polyphemus , and the Syrenes Song : Doedalus like , may he keep the middle State , And still beware of Icarus's Fate .

Printed for W. Jones near Charing-Cross . Price One Penny.