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Worse left, than blushing Adam, who withdrewThe nakednesse he fear'd, more than he knew,Not to a Mercers, but where Fig-leaves grew:
Which sew'd with strings of slender Weeds, cloath MenCheaper than Silks, that must be paid for, whenIt pleases the chiefe Scribe, 'oth Chamberlen.
Though my sick Joints, cannot accompanyThy Hue-on-cry; though Midnight parlies beSilenc'd long since, 'tween Constables, and me;
Without their helpes, or Suburb-Justices,(Upon whose justice now an impost lies,For with the price of Beefe, their Warrants rise)
I'le finde this Andrew strait. See, where the paleWretch stands: Thy guiltlesse Robes (ne're hang'd for sale;)He executes, on Sundry Brokers Nayle.
In stead of him (chas'd thence by his wise feare)Does the Mothers joy, a bold Youth appeare;Who swaggers up to Forty Markes a yeare!

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