THE Metamorphosed Beau: OR, THE INTRIGUES OF LUDGATE.  
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THE Metamorphosed Beau, etc.  
THE Royal Britannia, who after many brave and glorious Exploits, performed in Service of its Country, at length came to an Anchor in Fleetstreet, a Harbour both Safe and Secure, notwithstanding those dangerous Rocks and quick Sands, that border about it, Threatening Ruin and Destruction to any bold Adventurer that should dare to Attempt, or Expect Shelter in its Liberty, which several by fatal Experience can Testify; but now, thanks to our Senate, is made Navigable.  
Upon the Arrival of which, I went Aboard, in pursuit of a Friend, who had the Honour of a considerable Post of Command, and according to my Desires I found him; but so Transmogrifyed, that, I protest, I could hardly give Credit to my own Eyes; Ye Gods! Cried I, What do I behold? Or are my Optics deceived? This is certainly some Illusion, and not my Friend; who when he first Embarked, made such a Noble Figure, That the Men o'er whom he was to Command, were filled with Admiration; the Fair Sex, in Murmuring Sighs, Condoled his Loss; and by their Repeated Orisons, invoked Mars, Bellona, Neptune, and the Boisterous Aeolus, to protect him from all danger, and waft him safe ashore again.  
The Gods were all Propitious to their last request; and returned their mighty Charge back again with Life; but, alas, had Exposed his Person to all the Casualties that attend such Desperate Performances; Mars and Bollona, notwithstanding they Honoured him with Victory, and guarded his Life, gave him to understand, by those several Marks of Honour, which they so liberally bestowed on him, that he was not Invulnerable; Phoebus, that Bright God, and Watery Neptune, with his briny Surface, by their Multiplicity of Embraces, so Tanned his Hide, that he seems to be the Offspring of an Ethiopian: Nay, surly Boreas, that was the chiefest Instrument in his return, by his Rough Usage, had Exercised the part of a professed Enemy, on his Attire; for, Oh ye Powers! What a strange Metamorphose have ye Created, not to be paralleled! those Locks, those Sacred Locks, that used to Adorn his Shoulders, and Modestly Harboured as much Powder as would stock a Suburban Tonsor, are now become as Lank, as the Mane of an old Hackney. Thy Phiz, that Charming Phiz, so admired by the Ladies, and was impossible to behold without becoming its Captive, hath now lost its Charms, though beset with Rubies, and most fearful Scars, instead of Tempting Patches. Thy Eyes, those fatal Luminaries, that have darted so many Killing Glances, and learing Ogles, and proved as dangerous as Basilisks to the Female Sex, are now dull, and heavy. Thy Tongue, thy fluid Tongue, thy bewitching Tongue, that was Tipped with Eloquence, and attended with such an Acute Wit, by which thou Conquer'd'st more Hearts than Alexander; and deliverd'st Love-Sentences as profound as an Oracle, is now Sealed with Silence. Thy Garb, that used to be so very Nice, and hang with such a dexterous Air, is now as shattered as the Rigging of thy Ship; and looks as if it had hung 18 Months at a Stall in Long-Lane; Nay, thy Fragrant Perfumes, and Odoriferous Scents of Essence Bottles, hath lost their Odour, and is Usurped by the more powerful, Pitch, Tarr, and Okum.  
Prithee, my Friend, answered he, why dost thou Cautarize me thus? I Bless my Stars, my Corpus hath received no damage; but am returned sound Wind and Limb, Boy; full fraught with Vigour, and dare attack a whole Fleet of Female Frigates. Come, no more of this; dost not remember the Old Phrase in the Almanac? Omnia rerum Vicissitudo. Therefore, upon the Receipt of my Golden hopes, for this Summer's Expedition, I'll new Rigg, assume my former Station, disannul the Tar, and appear all Beau; give myself Airs, renew my former Acquaintance with the Ladies; and for the future, fight under Venus' Banners only.  
Yes, Faith, cried I, thou hast been a Champion, for the Lady's cause; and hast played the part of a Hero; Witness thy damned Snuffling, and drawing of thy Legs; and hast had more Pills, Bolusses, and Ingredients of Compounds and Simples in thy Guts, than would furnish an Apothecaries-Shop; and canst thou be so void of Reason, as to flatter thyself with hopes to think the Ladies will dispense with that Weatherbeaten Phiz, those frightful Scars, and halting Legs of thine, when every day presents new Objects to their Eyes? Why, in the Park, thou wouldst be taken for the Relic of some Hospital; in the Playhouse, for some Old Cock-bawed, or a Bully of Alsatia. Nay, the very Mob, will congratulate you with Your humble Servant Colonel Hacker. No, Prithee harbour no such thought; but think rather of being the Subject of their Derision. Therefore take my Advice, Let the Bottle be thy Mistress for the Future: And since 'tis thy Fate, to be thus Metamorphosed, by which thou art discarded of the Lady's Favours; yet notwithstanding, it may prove very Beneficial, and useful to you, on the contrary Party. In the first place, thy Soars will be discanted on, as so many Badges of Honour, attained in the Service of your Country, (and Venus together) Likewise be a means to conceal you from the Knowledge of old Duns, castoff Mistresses, Bilked Coachmen and Link Boys. In a word, thou wouldst puzzle an Athenian to make an Inspection into the Tar, and from thence to decipher a Complete Beau.  
Come, no more hesitating, on my Misfortune, I beseeeh you, answered he, or ridiculing my Person; but go down with me, and I will give you such a Bowl, that shall convince you, if thou art not an Infidel, that our Living, and present Appearance, may Compensate with a Gaudy Suit and an abandoned Pocket.  
Upon which he carried me to his cabin, which we found bedecked with a Jovial Crew, surrounding an Inundation of Celestial Liquor; where without Ceremoney we took our Seats; and were Conformable to our Company: and strait a Health was proposed to the Royal Britannia, and prosperity, to fair Albion; and no sooner was it mentioned, but Orders were given to Furl her Sails, let fly her proud Streamers, Sound her Instruments of War, and discharge; her thundering Gods bidding defiance to the insulting Billows; and Quaffed our jolly Cups to the immortal Bacchus. But as ill Luck would have it, in the midst of our Carrousing, my Friend was taken with a sudden Qualm; but whether the Fatigue of his Wooden Castle, or the Noble Spirit of our Liquor, occasioned this Disaster, I know not; but calling me aside, desired me to withdraw with him; and take a Walk to St. Paul's. For, said he, I believe the Walk and Diversion we shall find there, will Divert my Indisposition. Bless me! Cried I, I am afraid your are worse than you think for; and that your Malady has seized on your Brain; for certainly, none but a Madman would offer to leave such good Company, where nothing but Friendship flows, and Bumpers Crown our Joys, for an Ogle of some Damned Amorous Jilt, offering up her Orisons, for good success to her Lecherous Tail; or some old Insatiate Whore, whose desires are no more to be Quenched then the Sulphurous Flames of Aetna.  
No, no, my Friend; Sat down, keep your Temper, be Easie, and Enjoy your Friends; and I do not question but in a short time you'll see your Error. But alas, all the Rhetoric I was Master of, could not persuade him; for the Flesh and St. Paul's were predominant. You see, my Friend, cried he, we have had hot Service already, and 'tis like to continue, which at this time, I would willingly avoid, by reason I can impute my present Indisposition to nothing but the Fumes of the Bowl; and a Natural Inclination of seeing some of my Old Acquaintance, which my long Absence hath almost blotted from my Memory; and likewise an Itch of Curiosity, to see that noble Fabric, of whom Fame speaks so Loud. Then Embracing me, with a damned insinuating Hugg, let's haste to our Mother Church, and see what Female Saints adores her Shrine. Yes, Faith, cried I, the Petticoat, I find Comprehends your chiefest Devotion, and is the only Saint you want to Adore; and since that neither your Absence, or Foreign Climates, have had any Operation on your Fleshly Constitution, which in part to gratify, and also to satisfy your Curiosity, since thou art so Obstinately bend, I will comply with your Request, tho' I must Confess, 'tis with no small Reluctancy, to leave these brave Bacchanalians, Enlivening their Noble Souls, to Board, perhaps, a Fireship.  
No sooner resolved on, but performed; we took Leave of our Company, (but on my part with much regret,) so Strowled down Fleetstreet, and up Ludgate-hill; but as soon as we approached the Gate, my Friend made a Stop; Bless me! ye Powers, cried he, What Venerable old Antiquary hath new Rigged Queen Bess? By my Soul she looks as Amorous, as if she was Seated on her Throne, with her Unhappy Favourite by her side.  
Sir, answered a Fellow that over heard him, the same Bountiful Hand hath done no less for Old king Ludd, and his two Sons; and notwithstanding our wise Ancestors Converted his Palace to a Prison, it now makes as great a Figure as any of our Inns of Court; and I verily believe, its Students are as great Proficients in the Law. Upon which, I told him, by his Nice Description, and impartial Account of it, he must 〈◊〉 have the Practical part. Yes, Sir, that I have, said he, I have been a Student no less than five Years in Lud's College; and have Commenced all the Degrees in it: My Name is B— but the Vulgar term me a Bull-dog; by reason I have my Liberty, and my Dependence on the Students, by guarding their Persons when they are disposed to go abroad. Will you be pleased to see it, Gentlemen? If you please I'll wait on you; and show you the whole House, which is Allowed to be the best of Prisons.  
The best itself, is bad enough, answered my Friend, by reason of Confinement.  
For he, whose Fortune 'tis to be Confined,  
Doth always bear his Liberty in Mind.  
Well then, said I, let's see this Cave of Captivity; and who knows but we may light on some old Rakish Acquaintance there, buried in oblivion? With all my Heart, said he, and let's refer our Intrigues at St. Paul's, to some other opportunity. I am certain, cried I, 'twill be more acceptable to Visit poor Prisoners, and bestow some Charity on them, than to fall on our knees at St. Paul's, with a seeming Devotion, and our Lewd Thoughts roving after vain Chimeras. Come then, since thou art resolved, we'll see this famous Seminary, whose lofty Structure derives it Original from the Ruies of Heroick Ludd. Upon which the Fellow was mighty officious, and presently had us to the Porch, which was thronged with several of his Function, as we understood, waiting (like so many Porters at a Bench) for Employment; and no sooner were we up the Steps, but our Guide with an Audible Voice, cried Doctor, Doctor; upon which, the Doctor quitted his Kennel, muttering at the Fellow for making such a hideous Noise, telling him he believed by his Yelping he thought he was at his old Rendezvous, the Bear-Garden. No, Old Swagbelly, Answered Touzer, the Bear-Garden, is of more repute than a Prison; Therefore no Comparisons, I beseech you; for there is Liberty; and Confinement is the Devil. Besides, what's more Scandalous than a Jail? With that replied the Turn-key, thou little sorry Fellow, to complain of the Scandal of a Goal, when Thou thyself art the chiefest ingredient that Scandal is compounded of; which by tracing thy Pedigree but three degrees backwards, will be evident proof; as first, a Devil to a Printing-house; from thence advanced to a Butcher; and now art arrived to a degree worse than both, a Bull-Dog; the three only Qualifications, I know of, that Centre in that word Scandal; and well may our Studients Condition be desperate, who are continually plagued with such a Number of Spunging, Sharping, Scandalous Whelps, as you and your Brethren. Our Guide finding his Antagonist too hard for him, slunk in his Ears; which if he had had but his desert, would have been separated from his Calves-head some years ago; and returned him no Answer, but desired him to open the Hatch, which accordingly he did, and in we went.  
And our Conductor bid us to follow him, which very cautiously we did; and turned into a Room on our Left hand, which my thoughts was very absurd, seeing that on the Right was a more Spacious Place, for the first reception of Strangers; and I told our Guide my Sentiments of his Conduct: Sir, answered a Fellow that overheard me, We who have the Misfortune to be confined here, have all been guilty of the like Enormity; for had we but kept the right Road, 'tis possible we had not now been in 〈…〉 Box. Having made this Repartee, he moved to a Table by the Fireside, which was begirt with Students, Contemplating on the History of the four Kings; some Swearing that he that should offer to Beg with two Trumpets in his Hand, understood the right of the Game no more than he did the Turkish Alcoran. In denial of which, and to Convince those bold Assertors of their Error, up starts a Smoke-dryed Fellow out of the Chimney-Corner, and gives a Challenge to take a Game for a Pot of Sir john Parsons, and was presently received; but how it should be paid for▪ was a Nice Point; for cried Scowerian the Taplash, There must be the Ready Rino for Sir john. But however, tho' there was no Faith in the Bar, yet for their Honour's sake, the Cause should not be dropped, as long as there was Movables to be engaged. Well, silence was proclaimed, and to it they went, to decide this mighty Argument, which a long time was very dubious▪ nay so partial was Fortune, That the Plantiff's whole dependence was on the turning up of a Lucky Knave; and as chance would have it, accordingly he did, which occasioned repeated Volleys of Huzza's, and was very much applauded by his own Party, for the Managing of his Cards for so Nice a Cut, and his profound Judgement in that Noble Science. But alas, how fickle is Fortune? And just reason have the Artists to decipher her on a Wheel, to show the Unstableness of her Favours; by which they give us to Understand, that we ought not to put too much Confidence in the uppermost Spoke; for notwithstanding she Favoured him in the Game, yet she Bilked him of the Prize; for the Fellow making more than ordinary haste, hearing of the Huzza, makes a Trip upon the Stairs, and down falls Sir john. Ill News hath swift Wings, and this Disaster occasioned a Quarrel between the Gamesters and Taplash: Nay some declared, they had rather have heard of the downfall of London-Bridge; and fell a Railing at the Fellow, and Cursing of Fortune, calling her all the Names that Malice could invent, as Whore, Bawd, and Bilking Strumpet; whereon a Stander-by, being something more sedate than the rest, made this reply: 
Fortune ye term a Strumpet, Bawd, and Whore,  
Yet still the Sons of Fortune we adore.   
But rather than be thus Baffled, and their hopes prove Abortive, they agreed to take the other Game; but withal, gave the Fellow a strict Charge to take more Care for the future, or else his Ears, if his Purse could not, should pay for it. In which Engagement we left them, and asked our Guide the Name of that Room. Gentlemen, said he, 'tis called the Rules, and is more Commodious to Accommodate Strangers than the Cellar, by reason they can be more Private with a Friend, and not Exposed to the View of all the Prisoners. However, said my Friend, you who when you were at Liberty, could not Live within Compass, must now be Content to be Confined to the Rules of a Prison. In answer to which he shook his Head, and led us into the aforementioned Room.  
This Place Gentlemen, said he, is called the Lumbree; but from whence it derives its Name, I know not; at this Table the Steward, and the Constable of the Day, takes an Account of the Charity-Money Collected at the two Grates, where you hear, with doleful Cry, how they Implore the Benevolence of Passengers: With, Pray remember the poor Prisoners. The Lord in Heaven Bless you, Remember the Poor Prisoners. A great Number of poor Trades●●● 〈◊〉 Women, Confined for Debt: Good Christian People, bestow 〈…〉 on the Poor Prisoners. And upon the Receipt of any Charity, Changing their Notes, in a different Tone-return Thanks▪ The Lord in Heaven Bless you, Sir. The Lord Jesus Christ reward you, Sir. Christ Bless you, Sweet Lady. The Lord in Heaven Bless you, good Madam. Thank-ye, Mistress, Thank-ye. The Lord in Heaven Bless you both. Thus according to their Person, and their Gifts, they have a suitable return of Thanks; and if it answers not their Expectations, they'll very Cordially wrap out, G— d D— n 'em, it was but a halfpenny. I shall have but a Sorry Box; this will be a Pickpocket Box, by G—d. I have had but three Pots this two Hours; and I shan't have enough to my Share, for to pay for them, and the B—h, will not Score me a Penny more, D— n her.  
No sooner had the Fellow done speaking, but all of a sudden descends the Stairs a Torrent of Mob, hauling of two Criminals, crying, Open the Nutcrackers, open the Stocks, who were presently obeyed, and the Criminals boored with abundance of Expedition; who sat in greater State, and Pomp, and attended by a larger Retinue, than old King Lud in all his Grandeur. But making an inquiry into their Misdemeanour, I understood it was partly a Contrived Business, and a designed thing on one of the Offenders, tho' they could not manage it, without bringing the other Party in, lest they should give a distaste to the whole House, for Prisons have their Picque's and Parties, as well as States; but most seemed to rejoice at one of the Sufferers Calamity, whose Obstinacy confined his Heels some hours longer than his Fellow Sufferers. But a Friend, by Accident, happening to come to Visit the Old Duke, at last persuaded him to sign his Submission, which is Recorded as an Example for others to take Warning by. But as soon as he found his Heels at Liberty, up Stars he scoured, threatening what he would do, when time should serve.  
And strait the Clock struck five, upon which, up comes a Fellow from the Cellar, making a most hideous Noise, and runs up stairs Yelping Five a Clock, Mr. Steward, Five a Clock, Mr. Steward. Who presently made his Personal Appearance, at this dreadful Summons, jangling his Keys, like a Sexton of a Parish; and seats himself at the upper-end of the Table, with the Constable of the Day at his right Hand, and several other inferior Officers gave their Attendance, to assist at the casting up the Total of the Boxes. The Mob likewise crowding to see how they rise, and several others to Dun. The Boxes being brought, our they lug Pen, Ink, and Paper; and after some three or four times Telling, and as many times casting up, lest Mistakes should happen, they set down the Sum, and pay off the Distributions, and adjust Accounts; a very hard Task, I assure you; and dare affirm, are as much puzzled, as if the State of the Nation lay before them. In the performing of which, there arose a hot Debate about the Allowance of some Pensioner, in which dispute we left them, and went up Stairs into a large Room on the Right Hand, Which Towzer told us was called the White Room. In this Room said he, we make our Election; and if any Difference happen to arise that cannot be decided among ourselves, we send for the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor, or Sheriffs, and entertain them in this Room, and are Obliged, to leave it to their Descision; after which, there is to be no dispute. Likewise at this Table assembles our Senate, in a full Body, upon any of the House Concerns, the Door being kept by the Gentleman Usher of the Nutcrackers, who sometimes hath the Honour to have some of our Reverend Divan in his Custody; for if they Commit any Misdemeanours, they ought no more by 〈…〉 of the House, to be Exempted, than any Inferior Prisoner. But what said Simon? Kissing goes by Favour. In this Window hangs our Orders, and also lies the Gazette and Votes for the Use of the Public. In this Room is also a Fire kept, for the Use of Charity-men, by reason they have no Chimney in their Ward, where a Sundays they boil their Kettle-Pot of Chumps, a certain Allowance they have on Sabbath days, to the great Destruction of Neck-Beef, of which they make Broth in abundance, and deliver it gratis at the Door, which is commonly beset like a Nobleman's Gate; and if I might speak my Sentiments; I think they Verify the old Proverb, God sends Meat, but the Devil Cooks; And Faith 'tis well they have no Sir Courtly-Nice, to Diet. This place is also commonly chosen for to decide any Quarrels, in trying who is the best at handy Cuffs, but very seldom made use of; for the best of them had rather Eat than Fight: In a Word, 'tis the most necessary Room in the whole House. At this Table we make a Dividend of my Lords Baskets, and other Gifts of that Nature, according to Art.  
But being tired with this long Harangue, on this spacious Room, we desired him to withdraw into some other Apartment: O Gentlemen, says he, I must beg your Patience a little longer, for I had like to have Omitted one of the greatest Concerns that is managed in this Room; for the Night before our Choice Day, here is a General Assembly of the whole Conclave, in the Nature of a Club, in order to the Election the succeeding Morning, by which 'tis guessed which of the Candidates will bear the Bell; who carry it by the Majority of Votes▪ Nor was there ever greater heats and animosities, at Guild-Hall, in making of Parties for the Election of a Lord Mayor, than there is in this Puny-Colledge, in the choice of a Box-man; at which time, if the Devil were to cast a Net, he would have a hopeful Fry, for I dare avouch without any Ostentation, that in an Assembly of any Twenty of them, you shall find a Score of Knaves: Now, Gentlemen, I have done here, and will show you the the next Apartment; Withal begging your Pardons for being so tedious; and Promise you, in showing you the remainder, to Use all the proxility I can.  
This, Gentlemen, is called the Lower-Ward, and is kept the most decent of all the Wards in the House; you see 'tis very sweet and Clean, and their Beds are in very good Order, likewise a good Convenience for dressing of their Diet; and have a more regular Order, than the rest of the Wards: But seeing of a poor Ignorant Fellow in a black Cap walking about, I asked what he was? Upon which, answer was made me, That he had been a Wholesale Patten-Maker. Methinks, said my Friend, he resembles an old heathen Philosopher, for I can see his Arse through his Pocket-holes. Misfortunes, Sir, said one that stood by, will dismantle a Christian Stoic, and were you but to hear how he has been dealt by in his Deal, you would Commiserate his Condition: For his Shop-Books will make it appear, that he never gave Credit above sixpence, or was Debtor 50 Shillings. 'Tis discoursed his Creditors are a going to take out a Statute of Bankrupt against him, which will be very hard, considering his Circumstances; but rather than deliver up his Accounts, we advise him to turn himself over to the Fleet, that he may gain his Liberty, and Travel with his Effects, before 'tis too late; and not to spend the Residue of his Stock in a Prison: But we find he is rather inclined to continue here, and in short Time expects to be chose Steward; he was put up for Churchwarden last Election, and is in a fair way for Preferment; he is very Critical in his Discourse, has an Excellent Voice, and good judgement, but we could not prevail with him to oblige us with a Song, but left us upon our request of it What our Guide told us concerning this Ward, was very Evident, and I was informed, had the be 〈…〉 of all the Wards in the Prison; by a very Worthy Gentleman, who lately has been a great Benefactor to the House, to his Honour be it spoke.  
Our Guide taking us up another Pair of Stairs, in the Ascending of which, I perceived a dark Entry, and a lesser Staircase, which occasioned me to ask where that went? For you must know, I was very inquisitive, as you will find by the sequel; he told us, It led to the Masters-side, and that he would bring us down that way, when he had showed us all the Common: In order to which, he proceeded. And had us into another Room, telling us, it was called the Chappel-Ward, which made my Friend Laugh, ask him if they Exercised any Religious Worship there, or were of the Tribe of Levi, for I have heard Ministers and their Widows have the Privilege of this College. That is true, Sir, said one of them; But I assure you, we are none of that Function as you suspect, nor does our Ward derive its Name from any Devotion that's used here; and to be plain with you, we rather make good the Old Proverb; The nearer the Church, the further from God; and am certain, here is some that lie within four Yards of the Pulpit, have not seen the inside of the Chapel this five Months. No, Sir, 'tis called the Chappel-Ward, by reason the Chapel is on the same Floor; will you please to see it Gentlemen? No, said we, 'tis Needless; but the Churchwarden being by, opened the Door, so we could do no less than go in; and found it very Decent and Handsome beyond our Expectation, so 〈…〉. Churchwarden, a piece of Money, the hopes of which, I suppose 〈◊〉 the only occasion of his Invitation; out we came, and Ascended another Floor, and went into a Room, which our Conductor told us, was called the Charity-Ward, belonging to the Men that begged at the Grates; and Faith said I, 'tis fit for none but Beggars; methoughts the last smelled strong, but this is worse. Sir, said our Guide, The higher you go, the more you will Complain, I am afraid: Well, said my Friend, to satisfy our Curiosity, we must dispense with the Hogo: This Ward is very much Discoursed of, on the Account of Monsieur Shawny, who is fixed against the Wall, of whom they tell you very Strange Stories; as that he derives his Pedigree from the Antipodes, and is of an invisible Substance, can pass or repass through the Keyhole of a Door, or any small Crevice, and convey what ever is required of him, upon Nonpayment of Flooridge, which is eighteen-pences, a due Debt, contracted by Custom, to be spent among them that lie on the same Floor; and notwithstanding he is but little in Stature, he is of great Strength of Body, can carry Coats, Waistcoats, Hats, Shoes, or Stockings, which I am afraid you will hardly Credit, much more if you was to hear them affirm, that not long since, he carried off a Night Gown and Waistcoat, and had got off clear, had he not had a Fool to his Clerk; for the Miscarriage of which, he was Cashiered from his Office, ridiculed by the whole House, and very narrowly escaped the Stocks. This being all that was worth our Notice there, our Guide told us, We were now going to the Lofty-Ward, so called, by reason 'tis the highest in the House, and even with the Seraglio. Well, in we went to the Lofty-Ward, and though it savoured much of the two aforesaid Wards, it was more Lightsome, and had a good Prospect from the Window over St. Georges-Fields, and very convenient, being nigh the Leads; here was several handicrafts Exercising their ordinary Vocations, there was joseph the Carpenter, and Stic● the Tailor, at work like so many Fairies, and Crispin a rattling St. Hugh's Bones, with a Countenance as Austere as a Country Justice: In the Window by him, lay the Implements of 〈…〉, who as I was informed, was performing very hot Service in the 〈…〉 which pleased us best, was an old Fellow a going to encounter 〈…〉 Eleemosinary Goose; but before the Epicure began to exercise his Grinders, very formally repeats Old Appamantus' Grace in Timon of Athens: 
Immortal Gods, I crave no Pelf,  
I Pray for no Man but myself.  
Grant I may never be so Fond,  
To Credit Man, on's Oath or Bond,  
Or a Dog that seems a Sleeping;  
Or a Harlot for her Weeping;  
Or a Gaoler with my Freedom;  
Or my Friends, if I should Need ' 'em.   
And it seems it is his usual Custom; so Wishing him a good Stomach, we quitted the Lofty-Ward, and Entered the Seraglio; which Resembled an Hospital, more than a Prison; and here I must Confess, our Essence Bottles, did us a great piece of Service, for there was such a Hogo, that I could not forbear taking Notice of it; for which they wanted not an Excuse, but readily replied, That it 'twas only for want of Water, and to be imputed to nothing else: But a Waggish Jade, answered, No, no, Sir, 'Tis only the Grain of our Skins; then certainly, Madam, cried I, You must needs have very rank Hides: That's only for went of Use, Sir, said; she then turned up her Lipp, and went into an Inner Apartment: But by her Discourse, I Judged there was some Ammoretta's, though for the Major part full Aged, and one would have thought by their Looks, had shed their Colt's Tooth; but to convince me of my Error, they had me into the Inner Room, where I found a Venerable Old Matron, Chained by the Leg, and Hand-Cufft; upon which, ask the reason; The Reason! said they, Why there is no Reason in the Case, but mere Fiction; she is possessed with strange Notions, and pretends she hears strange Voices, and in the height of her Passion Exclaims at Fate, talks mightily of Love, and threatens Destruction to herself and others; at other times will fall on her Knees, and Idolise the Cistern, and continue for some Hours without Speech, or motion: As for her being speechless, cried a Fellow that stood by, We can Dispense with that well enough, and could Wish they were all so. Methinks, said my Friend, You are very ridged in your Discourse: Not at all, Sir, said he, For if any Difference happens between them, we have such a Clamorous Noise, that I am Confident it would drown St. Sepulchers Bells; say you so, replied one of them, Mr. Lick and Smell? I assure you, if you cannot Dispense with our Tongues, you shall have nothing to do with our Tails.  
But this being nothing to the Purpose, I desired them very seriously to tell me the Truth, for I took that only for Banter. No, cried the whole Seraglio, She is in Love, and Dotes even to Distraction: Dotage indeed, says I; for it cannot be called Love at these Years. No, answered she, I Love and burn with as pure a Flame, as e'er was Sacrificed at Love 's Altar: Then fell on her Knees at the Bedside, & turned her Face from us. Upon which, I asked who it was that she was in Love with? Divinity, answered they, in Masquerade, and a Fellow-Prisoner with us, but he shuns her Company, and is deaf to her Courtship, which is the occasion of her Frenzy. Oh Love, cried I, how Immense is thy Power, and uncontrollable thy Will! thou that couldst in the height of Rage, and Passion, melt the Fierce Atticus into humble Love, and pierce his Obdurate Heart with the Fair Nymphs all-Conquering Eyes: Nay, was it not Love, that Transformed Daphne to a Tree, and jove himself into a Town-Bull? Oh why dost thou Tyrannize o'er Age; whose Strength's decayed, and Vigour's spent? Is there not Youth, Vigorous Youth, to Exercise thy Power on, and dart thy Flames at? Oh, Commiserate her Condition, Quench her Desires, or put a Period to her Days. Faith Master, said a Fellow that stood by, as a Guardian to her, That's a good Prayer, and may it find success; for we can very well spare her, for we have such a parcel of Hypocritical Animals, both Old and Young, Male and Female, that occasions a great deal of Trouble in our Civil Government. But to be as brief as possible, I will relate but a few of their Qualifications: We have some as Rank as Goats, as Prime as Wolves, as Salt as Bitch's, and as Lustful as Satyrs, as Apish as Monkeys, and as full of Play as my Lady's Lap-dog: Nay, as serious as a Whore at a Christening, and will seem as Chaste as Nuns, as Precise as Puritians, as Innocent as Lambs, as Sober as Citts▪ 〈◊〉 will be as Drunk as Dutchmen; others that will Exclaim against Profuseness, Whoring, and the like, and yet at the same time, be guilty of them all: Nay, some as insatiate as Massilina, yet Preach up Continence for one of the Cardinal Virtues.  
No sooner had the Fellow done speaking, but up Starts an Old Woman, Saying, I hope Sir, you will not Credit what this Sorry Rascal says. Why, said he, You old Morter-piece, I say nothing but the Truth, and can prove it, if occasion require. Sir, cried he, This Old Fornicatress, this Old Harridan, this Old piece of Mortality, who hath never a Tooth in her Head, will hold a Discourse for five Hours by the Clock, on Concupiscence, and Swear she'll not trust to her Age: At which the Old Countess began to Exercise her Tongue, and likewise her Hands, letting fly a Chamber-Pot at his Head, Muttering, Why so Old, why so Old, you beggarly Bastard? In which Engagement we left them. And turning about, I Spied a Fellow, reading some Lines, that was Writ on the Wall, with Small-Cole, Swearing he was of the same Opinion; the Words, as near as I can Remember, was to this Effect.  
This is a Place of no Disgrace,  
Tho' Fools do Censure so;  
But I do you tell, and mark it well,  
You must Pay before you go.  
And yet by G—d, 'tis very Odd,  
To be Confined here;  
And were it not for Pipe and Pot,  
Z—ds, 'twould be too severe.  
I thereupon asked my Guide what he was, that seemed to be so contented with his Confinement, but the Fellow overhearing me, made answer, That he was a Man of Carriage. And Confined here for the Uprightness of it, I suppose, said my Friend. That you may Censure as you please, Sir, said he, but I am Contented with my Condition: Why Faith, said I, Patience perforce, is a Medicine for a Mad-dog; but down he went, singing Providence provides for me, and I am well Content.  
And we ascended the Leads; where we found several jolly Lads, some diverting themselves at Ninepins, others Viewing the Adjacent Villages, and walking in imagination to Highgate, Swearing tho' the Body was confined, thoughts were free; But at the furtherend next the Thames, was on Old Vertuoso with two or three more of the same Kidney, puzzling his Numb-Skull (for Brains, he had none) on the Ebbing of the Tide, telling them divers Opinions, but could give no Substantial Reason for what he alleged, but concluded that without doubt the Moon had an influence over it; with that replied a Spark that had heard him with great deal of Patience, Prithee old Duke, follow Aristotle's Example: What's that, said he? If you will promise to imitate his Example, I'll tell you: That's at my own Choice, cried he, for I suppose Aristotle's was a Voluntary Act, and not by Compulsion: Yes Faith was it, said he, and thine would be a very Obliging one, and so great Use to the Public; and to hold you no longer in suspense, I'll tell you how it was: Aristotle, by reason he could not comprehend, the Mystery of the Flux, and Reflux of the Tide; said, that should Comprehend him, so plunged himself into the Ocean, and ended his Days. The Precedent is very Authentic, and my Advice Cordial, by which means your Family will be rid of a constant Charge, and this House of a troublesome Fool. O thank-ye, Sir, thank-ye, said he, putting his hand in his Pocket, and if you please to accept of it, I'll give you a retaining Fee, for your Advice,: O Sir, I beg your Pardon, answered the Spark, I am no Counsellor, but give my advice, Free and Candid, as a Friend; but withal, give me leave to assure you, 'tis in respect to your Family, the performance of which I am certain, would Conduce much for their Interest. For my Daughters, at least, I presume, Sir cried he, for whose sake, I suppose, you give me this Advice; thinking if I had but once made my Exit, (which I find is very indifferent to you in what manner) and you at Liberty, you would have but little difficulty to board her. No, No, Sir said he, I would have you, look back, and reflect on your past Transactions, and consider what brought you hither: Take an Old Man's Counsel, Lust not after the fleshpots of Egypt, nor harbour any more thoughts of a Petticoat: Why so Old a Sinner? replied he: 
My Ardencies I'd liberally beslow,  
Like Fruitful Nile, whose generous Streams do flow,  
Without Control, nor dull Confinement know.   
I have answered the Ends of my Creation, and you deny it your Daughter; but I hope she'll have more Grace than to mind you; and to save Charges, you care not if she makes two Meals a Day on Chalk and Oatmeal; and Faith, I pity her with all my Soul: And since thou art so perverse and obstinate, may this Fate attend you, May you Live no longer, than till every one's a weary of you, and then I am confident we shall be rid of you in very short time: However I am not so much thy Enemy, but if you will go with me in the Cellar, I will give you a Pot of the best it affords, and your Daughter's Health shall end our present difference: With all my heart, said he, but let us take a turn or two more, and then I'll wait on you, which accordingly they did. But Viewing of him pretty narrowly, I thought I was no Stranger to his Face, tho' at present I could not call him to mind, and my Friend was of the same Opinion, and ask a Gentleman that stood by us, his Name, his Name, Sir, said he, is M— and is confined here for his Faults, not Misfortunes; and no so ner had we asked the Question, but he came up to us. Gentlemen, cried he, may I be so bold as to Crave your Names? Sir, said we, we have just got the start of you, in making an enquiry of yours, and are very glad it hath answered our Expectations, for we partly remembered your Physiognomy, tho' time and absence, hath almost Buried our Acquaintance; then calling himself to mind who we were, embraced us both, Cried, By my Soul, my old Friends and Acquaintance, I am hearty glad to see you, tho' 'tis my Misfortune to be in a Goal. The occasion, I suppose, said I, is the same that made Honest Harry here, Turn Tar, and I for this three Years lead as recluse a Life as a Nun, and wholly devoted myself to Rural Pleasures; and Faith 'twas by mere accident, we dropped in here; but before we came in, I prognosticated we should light of some Old Friend, and are hearty sorry it should be your Fate. Come, prithee hesitate no more on it, the worse Luck now, the better another time, answered he; and since 'tis to Chance alone we can impute this happiness; let's enjoy ourselves: Therefore I beg the Favour of you, to honour me so far as to go to my Apartment, whereby we may renew our Acquaintance, and divert ourselves in Discoursing on our former Intrigues; and tho' I cannot Promise you such Entertainment as we Used to have, yet I believe you will not find it so despiseable as the place may represent it to be; for we have several Gentlemen, notwithstanding their Confinement, can dispense with a Bottle or two, and are extraordinary good Company. Sir, said we, Let us beg the Favour of you to Permit us to see the House, since we have already made such a Progress, and after we shall be at your Service. Well, old Acquaintance, I'll not dispute it with you, since you have a Mind to see this Cave of iniquity, but Acquiesce with your desires, and wish it may answer your Curiosity, and I'll have the Honour, to wait on you myself, said he.  
With that we tipped Towzer a Hog, and dismissed him, and told our Friend we had seen the Common-side already, and gave him our Sentiments on it. O, Cried he, the the chiefest Scene is the Cellar, which I can compare to nothing but Sodom; there we have Tragy-Comedies Acted every Night; but before I carry you there, I will show you our side, which is something more regular than the Wards, for we have Chambers to ourselves, but as there is no Palace without some Webs, so it cannot be expected this should be without some inconveniences, which may well be dispensed with, considering those many the Wards are subject to.  
Then taking us by a narrow pair of Stairs, on the Right hand, told us the first he should present us with was called Puppies-Parlour, a Room that any Prisoner at any time may have free Access to, (provided 'tis not in Use) to finish their intrigues of Love, and is the only Room in the House for Procreation, and seldom a Night passes but its made use of by the Public; the Opposite Room is known by the Name of Clap-Arse-Hall, but for what Reason I know not. Then down we went to the next Floor, where the Chambers were pretty tolerable, bating the Sash-windows, but found nothing worth our observation, but an old Hermit in a Room, that on my Conscience I believe hath not been washed since the Gate hath been rebuilt; what's the reason, said I to my Friend, this Old man keeps his Chamber in no better Order? But answer was made me, He was the very Quintessence of a Sloven, and abhors any thing that's Cleanly and so wedded in his Opinion, that he holds it a Crime to destroy his Vermin, but will decently brush them off, to seek for fresh Quarters. Nay, altars the very Course of Nature, and abominates humane Society; the Night which was ordained for Rest he turns to Day; and the Day, which was designed for Labour, converts he to Night; nor can you put a greater Affront on him, than to ask him why he does not Endeavour to get out, or tell him his Chamber wants to be Cleaned; and had rather hear of the Plague, Pestilence or Famine, than a Mop or a Broom. But come, says my Friend, I will keep you here no longer, lest we should increase our Company. So down we went to the next Floor, where we found the ●est Rooms in the House, their Chambers were clean and descent, and some had 〈…〉 Furniture, which was handsome and genteel; the Men for the most part of a 〈…〉 Aspect, and made an indifferent Figure, and were more Civilised in their Conversation; there we found quart Pots with Lids to them, and Dishes that bore 'em Company, which was an Evident proof, that good living was no Stranger there.  
And as we were going to leave that Floor, we were stopped by a Crowed listening to the Ringing of a Bell at the passage Door, which was no sooner ceased, but the Crier made Proclamation after this Manner:  
O Yes! O Yes! Any Man or Woman, Prisoner, or not a Prisoner, Boy or Girl, that can give any Tale or Tidings of a Man Child about sixty Years of Age, and may be known by these following Marks, He is too little for a Man, and too big for a Monkey, wears a narrow Brimmed Hat, walks like a Cropper Pigeon, wears a Piss-burnt Wigg, and hath a very old Fashioned Phiz, and is known by the Name of—, he hath been missing from his Nightly Habitation ever since Yesterday five a Clock in the Afternoon; and whosoever hath the good Fortune to find him, may take him for their Pains, and shall receive the Thanks of the whole House, provided they discharge him from the Prison.  
The Crowd being dispersed, our Friend told us, there remained nothing now but our Descent into Sodom, where we will take a Pot or two of the best Liquor it affords; In the doing of which, I do not question but you will find Diversion enough. But going down Stairs, my Friend showed us a little Room, which had escaped our Notice. Here, said the, Is the old Trade of Basket-making going forward: Yes, and Bastard making too, Sir, said the Man that was at work, for— and— was catched a hussling here not long ago: That may be, answered he, For when Puppies Parlour is taken up, this is made use of for the same Purpose, tho' it bathe not the same Convenience, but no Opportunity must be Lost.  
Now being come to the Descent into Sodom, I was mightily surprised, hearing the Noise below, and beholding the steep and narrow Entrance to it: Bless me! Cried I to my Friend, this Descent seems to Contradict the Holy Scripture, which affirms, that the way to Destruction is Easy, and broad is the Path thereof; but here the Descent is narrow, and almost Perpendicular, Omne in praecipiti Vitium Stetit— answered our Confined Friend, but here we are in a Medium. Well, down the Precipice we went, which put me in Mind of Quevedo's Descent into Hell.  
But as soon as we were down, our Hostess Conducted us into the Bar, ask us, What we would be pleased to Drink? The best you have, said we. The motion I found pleased her well, for dropping a formal Curt'siye, and Screwed her Chaps into a forced Smile, said indeed 'twas very good, she was sure. Z—ds, said our Friend, that's always your Apology by G—d; set down the Liquor, and your Absence, I beseech you, sweet Lady; and give us leave to Praise it that are to Drink it; with that she left us, shaking her Head; saying, You are a sad Man: But ask him why he used his Landlady thus? S'BI— d, what I do is in my own Defence, replied he; and if I had not begun with her first, she would have had the Impudence to have Duned me before your Faces.  
Now being settled, and the Cellar full of Company, we began to make a Scrutiny into their several Stations, and Observe their Motions; and the first that was worth our Observation, was an old Weatherbeaten Fellow in a Gown that hung by Geometry, and a Face as Fiery as the Sun; who being Elevated with the Spirit of Malt, in a most Lamentable Tone, Belched forth this Song in Praise of King Lud, Cruelty of the Creditors, and Miserable Condition of the Prisoners, who gave great Attention, and was as followeth.  
Noble King Lud, long time hast thou stood,  
Not framed of Wood, but of Stone,  
And since sure thou art like a Creditors Heart,  
That Cares not a Fig for our Moan.  
While we in this Gate, do Beg through a Grate,  
Lamenting our State in this City;  
Yet our Yawling, and Bawling, and Calling,  
Moves not a Creditors Heart unto Pity.  
In a poor thread bear Coat, we tear our Throat,  
With a Pitiful Moan for Relief;  
Good Sir, we Cry, the Box hanging by,  
Here's a hundred and more full of Grief.  
But Gallants they Ride on, and never think upon  
The Sorrowful Moan that we make;  
But with Rumbling, and jumbling their Coaches,  
The Stones in the Street, they do shake.  
Others pass by, and hearing our Cry,  
Will cast up an Eye of Disdain;  
Saying that if we were once but set free,  
We soon would come hither again.  
And no sooner had he ended his Song, but one of the Company wrapped out an Oath, that 'twas matter of Fact, and Cautioned him to take Warning, having now the Liberty of the Hatch: Why, replied he, Thou little Illiterate Coxcomb, and Spawn of a Knight of the Post, who the Devil made you a Solicitor, that could not keep yourself out of Goal? And have the Impudence to pretend to teach me! I that have born all Offices of the House, and am the Senior of my Ward! Nay, from the Stocks have been Exalted on men's shoulders to my lofty Apartment! I that have out Witted W— t the Officer, and put the day of the Month on his Movables! To be Taught by such a little Narrow Soul'd Fellow as thou! No, be it known unto you, I Scorn to take your Counsel, or mind your Musty Morals; and taking his Glass of Ale, Here said he, thou Superannuated Blockhead, here is defiance to them all, and thou that styles thyself a Solicitor, and hast not the Sense of a Bum-Bayliff: Why so much at a time, Mr.— said a slander by to him. Look there now, replied he, there's an Animal, when he first came hither, looked like one of Pharoahs' Lean Kine, but now thanks to my Lord-Mayors Basket, is as Fat as a Whipping-Post, and sets up for an Assistant; you shall be an Assistant, with a Pox to ye! If I was, answered he, I'd tame your Tongue. That's more than you can your Wives: or Tail either, answered he, thou dull insiped Rascal: Sirrah, I'll have thee Hanged out at the Gate to bring a Trade to the House, thou sordid Mercenary Blockhead, that for three Halfpennies, would betray thy own Father, and Pimp for thy own Wife: At last the Fellow being in a Passion, told him When he first came, he had not a Rag to his Arse: That's a Lie, said he, and I'll prove it, for 'tis well known, I had nothing else; but however, Relation, to convince you, I bear no Malice, or am in the least Angry, I here Create thee Sole Heir and Executor to the Gown on my Back, and all that it harbours. He than sat down, charged his Gun, and gave the Word for the other Pot.  
No sooner was this Fray over, but another fell a Rating at his Hostess, telling her she had not filled the Pot, and yet thought much of Scoring, and behanged to her: with that said her Husband, Fill it Wife, fill it, I desire no otherwise, for what I get is only by Strangers, but for Scoring I will no more, nor is it reasonable: But his Wife being vexed, at her second Journey for one Pot, pulled him away, by the Sleeve, crying, Come Husband, come: But harkye, said one, Do you say, you get nothing but by Strangers? What the Devil do you mean? Do you think I was born Yesterday? You must tell them so, that knows no better; what's your Hot-Pots, your Stout, Brandy, Nicked Measure, Tobacco, and double Scoring? Doth this consist with Reason, when you can afford to take a Guniea for thirty five Shillings? Is not all this Evident proof? S'B— d I can prove you have got four Shillings, and a Meal for you and your Husband, by an Apple-Pye that stood you but in two; and yet all this is nothing: At which they could make no reply, but he slunk away, Lolling out his Tongue, and she looked as the Devil over Lincoln; and 'tis thought by the Learned, that her Countenance did the Dairy-Woman on the other side the Gate, ten Shillings worth of Damage.  
Well, Gentlemen, said our Friend, How do you like your Diversion? Why as well as a Play, answered we, and protest 'tis as Comical: But look there is two a Fight, and Sodom is in an Uproar, and Fair Play is the Word: Yes Faith, said he, but seldom made use of, but the occasion of this Quarrel, which you see is already over, happened, as I am informed, last Night, and is thus:  
He with the Bloody-Nose, made an Agreement with her in the red Top-knot, by the Fireside, to meet last Night at Twelve a Clock on the Staircase by Puppies-Parlour, to take a Game of Are— e together; which Bloody-Nose overheard, went at the Hour appointed, and found her alone (for her Lover with whom she had made the agreement over-slept himself) and being pretty Dark, he makes use of the opportunity and goes to her; she thinking it had been him which she expected, without any reluctancy yielded to his Embraces, and no Question but they made good Use of their time; but having enjoyed, her he discovers himself to her, telling her he was mightily obliged to her for her Civility, but more to the Obscurity of the Night; also that stolen Love was sweet, and Silence very commendable. At which she was 〈…〉 surprised, and desired him to conceal it, which he promised to do, and so 〈…〉 But he continued there, expecting his Rival; and 'twas not long before he came, crying as softly as possible he could, My Dear, my Dear! Upon which he made a little Noise to signify he was there; for answer he could not, lest he should be betrayed by his Voice; which he hearing, did not doubt but 'twas she, and cried aloud I was afraid I had outstayed my time, but I'll make thee amends: That's more than you can do, by G—d, answered he aloud, for I have waited here this hour at least, to tell you your Mistress was so impatient that I was forced to supply your place, for which I do expect a reward. Yes, I'll give you Satisfaction, and be damned to you, answered he, and falls aboard on him like a Fury; and had he not had timely Assistance, his sweet Meat would have had but sour Sauce; but being heard, they were soon parted, and sent to their several Beds; but to day the disappointed Lover hearing his Rival had divulged last Nights intrigues, bend his thoughts on nothing but Revenge (for Jealousy is a Green-eyed Monster) and gives him a Challenge into the White-Room; but he having obtained his desires, thought it not worth his while to hazard a Battle, for what he had already enjoyed, and so declined it, and laughed at him. But the Intrigue and Scuffle being blazed over all the House, and his Mistress also ridiculed, he was resolved to fall aboard him the first opportunity, and was well satisfied the Error she had committed was through Ignorance: He hearing he was in the Cellar, could no longer Bridle his Passion, but comes down in a Rage, and falls on him, and has given him a Bloody Nose, and he in return for his Civility hath presented him with a Black-Eye, which I suppose will end the difference; and a Pot or two will make 'em as good Friends as ever.  
Prithee, said I, what is she? Why Faith, no Angel. That I presume, cried I, unless it be a dark one; but be she what she will, she carries it off with Courage; Yes Faith, answered my Friend, she has Stock enough for a Corner-Shop, and is one of the first rank in Sodom; her Name is Lay-Cock.  
But Prithee observe these two at the Upper-end of the Table, the one is a self conceited Coxcomb, and looks like a Devil outlawed; a Quill-driver by Vocation, and by his plausible Discourse thinks he merits every one's Attention, by which he exposes his Weakness, and becomes a Jest to the whole House: The other is a poor ignorant Fellow, that's Confined here by his Wife, by reason he could not perform Family Duty, and goes by the Name of Semper Idem.  
No sooner had he done Speaking, but the Word was given for Strangers below to departed the House; Strangers above depart, the House; and the Table was put in Order for the Nocturnal Club: Upon which, we discharged our shot, and told our Confined Friend, we would in a short time renew our Visit; and since time will not permit us now, we will refer Discoursing on our own Affairs till the next opportunity. 'Tis a general Maxim, said he, Out of Sight, out of Mind; and Prison Promises are no more to be Regarded, than Madman's Oaths; not that I think you will derogate from your word in the least, but only give you the Vulgar Opinion; for I hope the Conversation and Friendship that have formerly passed between us, will oblige you to perform: It is upon honour, answered we, and that shall be in a day or two at farthest; and if it lies in our Power to serve you, by that Sacred Tie of Friendship that has passed between us, and shall still continue, you may Command us. No my dear Friends, answered he, you can lay no greater Obligation on me, than what you have already Contracted in the continuance of our Friendship, and the promise of another Visit; then we will take a Bottle or two of our old Liquor, and Enjoy ourselves, as formerly: Compare Notes, and see how the Park, Temple, Gray's Inn, and Play-house-Ladies stand affected; what new Comets and Blazing-stars, have appeared. Why I find thou art the same in Confinement, as when at Liberty, cried I; Why, not said he? There will be a day of Redemption, and I hope mine draws near. But as Othello says, Who can control his Fate! Then having a second Summons to departed we quitted the Bar, and dispersed some lose Corns to the Prisoners to drink our Healths, and likewise one to the Reverend Doctor; took leave of our Friend, and departed well satisfied with the Sight and Intrigues of Ludgate, which I shall conclude with a saying of Hamlet Prince of Denmark.  
Then let the strike Deer go Weep,  
The Hart Vngalled go Play;  
For some must Watch, while some do Sleep;  
Thus runs the World away.  
FINIS.