A New copy of verses about interlopers since here has been a plaguy bustle, made by that quack-embalmer Russel ... : to the tune of Packington's pound. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B27247 of text R42203 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 5KB 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 B27247 Wing N600A ocm 24370871

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- London. eebo A New copy of verses about interlopers : since here has been a plaguy bustle, made by that quack-embalmer Russel ... : to the tune of Packington's pou n/a 1681 1 851 13 0 0 0 0 0 152.76 F The rate of 152.76 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2014-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-10 Sampled and proofread 2014-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A New Copy of VERSES about INTERLOPERS . Since here has been a plaguy Bustle , Made by that Quack-Embalmer Russel , By Taylors , Cheesemongers , and Joyners , ( Who Sham , and are base Underminers : ) It is thought fit by some of th' City , To show their Rogu'ry in this Ditty . To the Tune of Packington's-Pond . MY Friends and good People all pray you draw near , from City , from Court , from Country and Town , Here is a sad Story as e'er you did hear , most fit in the Annals of Rogues to set down , Of a damn'd Monopolly , Encourag'd by Folly . In bu●ying you● Friends , ( Oh , unrighteous , unholy ! ) Whose Bodies are stript e're they 're put in the Grave , To Cloath and Adorn a base ignorant Knave . Embalmers those Cooks , who for Worms dress a Feast , pretend to perform ●t for very small Charge , And 't is true , for their Charges ind●ed are the least , 't is your Money that makes their streight Fortunes so large Ev'n the Vermin they cheat , And like Canibals eat On that of which they your dead Friends do defeat , Whose Bodies are stript e'er they 're put in the Grave , To Cloath and Adorn a base ignorant Knave . First , I 'll tell you a Truth , ( and you 'l say 't is a hard one ) which was done on the Body of w — Squire , At Sir Petter Lilly's ▪ hard by Covent-Garden , and if ●t ben't Truth , why then Fact is a Lyar ; In a Room with door fast Comes Russel in hast , And whips off the Shrowd , which the Corps should have grac'd , And instead of Perfumes ▪ and rich Spices he strew'd The Coffin with Ashes made only of Wood . But mark the just Fate that this Emprie attends , when the ' Squire he up in his Coffin has Nail'd , Some Gentlemen come , the Deceased's good Friends , whose Kindness the Sacriledge plainly reveal'd , They all do contend , To see their dear Friend , And his Soul with th●ir Kisses to Heaven Commend , They saw him then Naked , and Cold as he lay . And as he came hither , so going away . The good Lady Treby , or Hudson I 'm sure , with Sir Th●mas Orby , that Knight of Renown , The same cursed Usage was fain to endure , each Robb'd of their Sheet , the last Wedding-Gown . In Pennance may R — Those very Sheets wear , On whom in full Church may all good People stare , And for his just Epitaph let it be said , Here lies the Wolfe RUSSEL who liv'd by the Dead . But w●en-ever he dyes he will need no great Pomp , no Black , like his Actions , to Blazon his Cause ; To the Grave let him hurry e'en with his bare Rump , for the Devil is greedy , and seldom wants Sawce . What Monster is here ? ( Cry's old Lucifer , A Joyner , a Millener , Glover , ( O dear ) A Wax-Chandler too , and sham Painter of Arms , All dish'd up in one ! H' has abundance of Charms . Yet ( hold ! ) I another Blow must have at Parting , when Broad-Cloath his Pulpit should decently grace , There was nothing else found by Learn'd Dr. Martin , but some old rusty Tatters of woren-out Bayes : But the Doctor too wise , Saw through the Disguise , And ●b●ut this dark Matter did R — Catechize ; O Russel , thou Knave , ( said he ) learn better manners , Or else I 'll expose thee in thy own nasty Banners . Did not honest T●m . Penson your Roguries expose , and were they not Truths as apparent as Light , At Dog-Tavern he 'd ne'er have been mauld with such Blows , the down right E●●ects of your Guilt and your Spight . But for your Transgression You must answer at Session . And take heed that at Tyburn you make not Confession , For when once you have gotten of Sin such a habit , You 'l forsake it I fear the Devil a bit . But now I am tyr'd , and my Friends too I think , this filthy soul Matter 't is time to give over , For the more we do stir him , the more he will stink , but be sure you ne'er pay for your Goods ten times over . This Caution is good , If well understood : Then beware all in time , of this Viperous Brood ; The worst of all Vermin both hero and below , Who in Mischiefs unnatural those Creatures out-do . FINIS .