WICKHAM WAKENED, OR, The Quakers Madrigal In Rhyme Doggerel.  
Printed in the Year 1672.   

WICKHAM WAKENED, OR The Quakers Madrigal In Rhyme Doggerel.  

THe Quaker and his Brats,  
Are born with their Hats,  
Which a point with two Tags,  
ties fast to their Craggs,  
Nor King nor Kesar,  
To such Knaves as these are,  
Do signify more than a Tinker.  
His rudeness and pride  
So puffs up his hide  
That He's drunk though he be no drinker.   

Chorus.  
Now since Mayor and Justice  
Are assured that thus 'tis  
To abate their increase and redundance  
Let us send them to WICKHAM  
For there's one will kick 'em  
Into much better manners by abundance.   

Once the Clown at his entry  
Kissed his golls to the Gentry:  
When the Lady took upon her,  
'Twas God save your Honour:  
But now Lord and Peasant,  
Do make but one mess on't  
Then farewel distinction 'twixt Ploughman and Knight.  
If the World be thus tossed  
The old Proverb is crossed,  
For Joan's as good as my Lady in th' Light.   

Chorus.  
Now since Mayor and Justice, etc.   

'Tis the Gentry that Lulls 'em  
While the Quaker begulls 'em:  
They dandle 'em in their Laps,  
Who should strike off their Caps,  
And make 'em stand bare  
Both to Justice and Mayor,  
Till when 'twill ne'er be fair weather;  
For now the proud Devel  
Hath brought forth this Levelly  
None Knows who and who is together.   
Now since Mayor and justice, etc.  

Now silence and listen  
Thou shalt hear how they christian:  
Mother Midnight comes out  
With the Babe in a Clout,  
'tis Rachel you must know 'tis▪  
Good Friends all take notice,  
'tis a name from the Scripture arising.  
And thus the dry dipper  
('twere a good deed to whip her)  
Makes a Christening without a Baptising.   
Now since Moyor and justice, etc.  

Their wedlocks are many,  
But Marriages not any,  
For they and their dull Sows,  
Like the Bulls and the mull Cows,  
Do couple in brutifyed fashion:  
But still the Official,  
Declares that it is all  
Matrimonial Fornication.   
Now since Mayor and justice, etc.  

Their Lands and their Houses  
Won't fall to their Spouses:  
They cannot appoint her  
One Turf for a Jointure.  
His son and his daughter,  
Will repent it hereafter;  
For when the Estate is divided;  
For the Parents demerit  
Some Kinsman will inherit;  
Why then let them marry as I did.   
But since Mayor and justice, etc.  

Now since these mad Nations  
Do cheat their relations,  
Pray what better hap than  
Can we that are Chapmen,  
Expect from their Canting,  
Their sighing and panting?  
We are they use the house with a steeple,  
And then they may Cozen  
All us by the Dozen;  
For Israel may spoil Pharoahs' people.   
Now since Mayor and Justice, etc.  

The Quaker who before  
Did rant and did roar;  
Great thrift will now tell ye on.  
But it tends to Rebellion:  
For his tippling being done,  
He hath bought him a gun  
Which he saves from his former vain spending.  
O be drunk again Quaker,  
Take thy Canniken and shake her,  
For thou art the worse for the mending.   
Now since Mayor and Justice, etc.  

Then look we about,  
And give them a Rout,  
Before they Encumber  
The Land with their number:  
There can be no peace in  
These Vermins increasing;  
For 'tis plain to all prudent beholders,  
That while we neglect,  
They do but expect  
A new head to their old man's Shoulders.   

Now since Mayor and Justice  
Are assured that thus 'tis:  
To abate their increase and redundance  
Let us send them to WICKHAM  
For there's one will Kick'um  
Into much better manners by abundance.   
THE END.