The Map of Mock-beggar Hall, with his situation in the spacious Country, called, Anywhere.  
To the tune of It is not your Northern Nancy: or Sweet is the Lass that loves me.  
 


I Read in ancient times of yore,  
That men of worthy calling  
Build alms houses and Spitals store,  
Which now are all down falling:  
And few men seek them to repair,  
Nor is there one among twenty,  
That for good deeds will take any care,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

Farm houses which their fathers built,  
And Land well kept by tillage,  
Their Prodigal sons have sold for gilt,  
In every Town and village.  
To th'City and Court they do resort  
With gold and silver plenty,  
And there they spend their time in sport,  
While mock beggar's hall stands empty.   

Young Landlords when to age they come,  
Their rents they will be racking,  
The tenant must give a golden sum,  
Or else he is turned packing,  
Great fines and double rend beside,  
Or else they'll not content be,  
It is to maintain their monstrous pride,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

Their fathers went in homely frees,  
And good plain broad-cloath breeches,  
Their stockings with the same agrees,  
Sowed on with good strong stitches.  
They were not then called Gentlemen,  
Though they had wealth great plenty,  
Now every guls grown worshipful,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

No gold nor silver parchment lace  
Was worn but by our Nobles,  
Nor would the honest harmless face,  
Wear Ruffs with so many doubles,  
Our bands were to our shirts sown then,  
Bot cloth was full as plenty,  
Now one band hath more cloth than ten,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

Now we are Apes in imitation,  
The more indéed's the pity,  
The City follows the Stranger's fashion,  
The Country follows the City,  
And ere one fashion is known throughout,  
Another they will invent ye,  
'tis all your gallants study about,  
While mock beggar's hall stands empty.    

The second part, To the same tune.  
 

ME thinks it is a great reproach  
To those that are nobly descended,  
When for their pleasures cannot have a Coach,  
Wherewith they might be attended,  
But every beggarly jack and Gill  
That eat scant a good meal in twenty,  
Must thorough the streets be ●alted still,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

There's some are rattled thorough the streets,  
Probatum est, I tell it,  
Whose names are ●●apt in parchment shéets,  
It grieves their hearts to spell it,  
They are not able two men to keep,  
With a coachman they must content be,  
Which at playhouse doors in his box lies asleep,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

Our Gentlewomen whose means is nothing  
To that which they make show of,  
Ma●e use all the fashions in their clothing,  
Which they can hear or know of,  
They take such care themselves to deck,  
That money is oft so scanty,  
The 〈◊〉 is forced to complain of the back,  
While mock beggar hall stands empty.   

It may well be that some will muse,  
Wherefore in this relation,  
The name of Mock beggar I do use,  
Without any explanation,  
To clear which doubt before I end,  
Because they shall all content be,  
To show the meaning I do intend,  
Of mock beggar hall still empty.   

Some Gentlemen and Citizens have  
In diverse eminent places,  
Erected houses rich and brave,  
Which stood for the owner's graces,  
Let any poor to such a door  
Come, they expecting plenty,  
They there may ask till their throats are sore,  
For mock beggar hall stands empty.   

Thus in these times we can perceive  
Small charity comfort yielding,  
For pride doth men of grace bereave,  
Not only in clothes but in building,  
Man makes the senseless stones and bricks  
Which by heaven's goodness lent be,  
Express his pride by these vain tricks,  
Thus mock beggar hall stands empty.    
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Richard Harper, near to the Hospital gate in Smithfield.