The Merry Bell-man's outcries, OR, The City's O YES. Being a mad merry Ditty, both Pleasant and witty, to be cried in pricksong Prose through Country and City; After a Conscience lately lost Between the Stocks and Whipping-post. Which for a Penny to the bellman, If you the marks can to him tell-man, His Art shall not be used in vain, To help you to your goods again. And make you a whole fortnight after, Bepiss yourselves with very laughter. Not by L. P. but J. C. Printed in the Year of Bartledum Fair, 1655. When few honest men can Thrive, The Merry bell-mans' O Yes, O Yes. IF any Man, or Woman in City, Town or Country, can tell any Tale or Tidings of a honest brokers Conscience, lost (he cannot tell when) between the stocks in white-chapel, and the Whipping-post at Charingcross, it being supposed to be strayed out of Hounds-ditch thorough Long-lane or Charter-house Lane, the marks to know it by in all likelihood are these, It is a monstrous huge Beast, of a devouring nature, sparing neither, man, Woman nor child, of a rooguish black colour, his paunch being like the devil's storehouse, a recepticle for Thievery, and a vent for villainy; he is marked in the right hand with T, that stands for Thievery or ulgarly Tyburn, in the forehead with E, for Extortioner, on his shoulder with C for caterpillar, or Covetous Catiff, on his right side O for Oppressor, on the left side with D for devouring Devil, and in the tail with three XXXes, which stands for 30. pound in the Hundred, which unlawful Usury and Extortion (without the least scruple of dishonesty) he lives upon, to the devouring of many hundred of poor People in a year, if you hear of any such Beast, bring word to Squire Dun the hangman, at his manor House in Bell-Alley, and they shall see him turned off for their p●ines. Unearth these Foxes, for it is great pity, Such Vermin rest unhanged to spoil a City. O yes, O yes, O yes. IF any Man, Wom●n, or child, in City, town and Country, can ●ell any Tale or Tidings of a Charitable Usurer, a Priest that is not Covetous, a Tailor that is no Thief, a Whore that would not be accounted a very honest Woman, 〈◊〉 cunning bawd, that is not Diseased; a sullen Wife, that has a mind to live honest, a Woman with a long bottlenose that is not a Sco●d; A sottish Drunken Woman that is not a nasty slut, a little Woman that is patient, a great man that is Valiant, a Carret-bearded Man that is loyal, an Astronomer that is not Impudent, an old Thief that turns honest, a sly hypocry that would not be taken for the best Christian, a young Tub-man that c●nnot preach Nonse●se, a Sister that will not take a touch in zeal, a Puritan that will not lie, a Smith that hates good Lickquor, a Baker that makes his bread over-weight, a hairy man that is not lecherous, a Woman that cannot dissemble, and a pimp that is not audacious, and a Tapster that will not misreckon, and a Poet that is an Usurer, let them leave word at the three smoking Chimneys on Fleet-Conduit, or at the royal Ezchange in Turn-again Lane, or bring speedy word to the crier, and they shall have an unknown reward for their pains. These are rare People, and hardly found Within the Circuit of Old England's ground. O yes, O yes, O yes, If any man, Woman or mortal between Fleet Bridge and Temple Bar, have taken up a sky-coloured s●lke Petticoat, with four silver Laces about the Skirt, a La●ne Apron laced round with a Flanders Lace, and the same Lace down the middle; Also a new Holland Smock marked with E. W. in the bosom; wrists & gussetts wrought with pure Naples Silk. it being about four yards compass in the Skirt, let them leave word at the sign of the Turn-up Cart and four Horses in twattling Street, or at the Whip and Eggshel in Jack-an-apes Lane; they shall be accounted Puppi●s for their pains. Because the Lady's Head that owns them scorns To hide's Wives losses in his velvet horns. O yes, O yes, O yes. IF any man, Woman or mortal can tell any Tale or Tidings of a golden Calf lost long since in Egypt, it being now by the Egyptian soothsayers imagined to be grown a bull, and worshipped by some Idolaters in the Land of Nodnol, let them bring word to the Queen of Egypt's Corn-cutter, living at the King's Arms in horn-Alley, and they shall have the bullhead, his Hide, entrails, and Pettitoes for their pains. For now are verier fools than were by half, That can't discern a Bull, from a Bull calf. O yes, O yes, O yes. IF any man or dog can tell any Tale or Tidings of an Honest chambermaid of about Twenty four years of Age, being seven hand high, that goes a Canterbury pace backward and forward, mouths her game gently, and is painted in the right cheek with A, that stands for adulterate, and in the left cheek with B, betokening Beauty, she hath a black mark between her legs, of a lascivious behaviour, and it is thought young with foal; being strayed from a Lady in Covent Garden about a fort night since, If you meet with any such Creature, leave word at the Piaza in the place aforesaid, or give notice to the crier, and you shall have a Danderly buss for their pains. For that her loss doth prove a great dissaster, To ease the Lady, and to help her Master. O yes, O yes, O yes, If any man or Woman in Town, Country or City, can tell any Tale or Tidings of about 300 two-legged Hackney Mares broke out of their pastures in cole-yard, Soddom & Gommorrah, dog-yard, Long-ace, Drury-lane, Roaguelane, maypole Alley, and some other placee adjacent, about two days before Bartholomew day, and supposed to be taken up in Whore and Bacon lane, ●ulgarly called Hosier-street, or in cuckold's l●ne, so called Cow street, or in Diving Alley, commonly called Duck-lane, or in any other chamber, shop, garret or cellar within the liberty of cuckold's Pound, let them presently upon hearing this outcry, turn them out of doors, or send them home by the next Officer to them, else they shall lose their Rent, for letting their rooms to such an unlawful occupation, and ever after be accounted no better than Pimps for their pains; You may know them by these marks; they are painted on both cheeks, having rolling goggle Eyes, something bluish underneath, and most of them burnt about their Docks, they have many other marks, as well as Jades tricks to be known by, but these are sufficient, therefore it is expected that you turn them presently out, or conduct them home by a marshal's man or Beadle, as you will answer the contrary. Those Cattel● lately were so cheap and plenty, Where you have one Whore now, you than had twenty. O yes, O yes, O yes. IF any Man or Woman in Town, Country or City can tell any tale or Tidings of a maidenhead of Two and Twenty years of age, lately lost, at Placeto between the Hamm● in Bedfordshire, let them bring word to the sign of the Dildoe in Fucklers bury, or to the devil over against Ro●gues Lane, not far from Pntle bar, and they shall be accounted Puppies for their pains. For now that Maiden is a Maiden Queen, Can keep her maidenhead till Fourteen. O yes, O yes, O yes. IF any man or beast can tell any Tale or Tidings of one Mrs. Anne Quiet, lost a long time since, she being thought to be departed the land with one Mrs. Faith Hope, and Mrs. Prudence Charity, she is of a lowly, meek, humble Nature, of a constant mind, a brown hair, sparkling eye, rose-coloured cheek, cherry lip, violet veins on her neck, breathes sweeter than Arabianspices, her breasts like two little mountains of Snow, her Heart an Altar to the gods, her pray'●s the incense, her belly, virtue's Mint, from whence all Arts & Sciences have their Birth, her thighs like two Colossus, or Herculean Pillars, her legs like Alabaster T●ins, her Feet, That do support this glorious Frame Doth want a Figure to describe the same. O yes, O yes, O yes. IF any Man or Woman in Town, Country or City can tell any tale or Tidings of a woman's Tongue lately lost in a brawl at Billing-gate, it is of a very nimble and perpetual motion, of a sharp, shrill thundering voice, of a blackish yellow bloody colour, something speckled and forked at the butt-end, also much swelled near the throat; if ye find any such Beast, bring word to the tongue-wright near Execution wharf, or to Squire Dun at the place aforesaid, and ye shall hear a Juniper Lecter, in Billingsgate nonsense, and have a mess of maundering broth, with a dish of carp and Powts, served in with vinegar and Mustard sauce for your pains. For nothing like this black unruly tongue, For which fair virtue often suffers wrong. O yes, O yes, O yes. If her can tell her any Tale or Tidings of her could Cofin Shinkin ap Shone, Shentleman of Wales, by her Mystery, a Vermin-chaser, with creat Pigg Peard, more like her goose's tail than her goat's whiskers, her is armed with two Spanish Pike on her sleeve, and Podkin in her hand, was very valiant 'gainst her Enemy, which her kill with Crack of her nail, or at least give her bloody nose, as all her countrymen can tell, her dwell near St. Clement's in the Strand, having creat pig shop, and is strayed away above two whole Week ago, none but St. Taffie knows whether. But 'fore her would lose her could x Shonn; Her vows, for toasted Cheese, to eat the Mo●ne. FINIS.