The Post of beware: With a Packet full of strange news out of diuers Countries.  
To a pleasant new Tune.  
 depiction of a male figure on a horse blowing a horn  

AWay, Away; make no delay,  
this news requireth hast;  
Bay, mount thy mere, post hence to Ware,  
thou canst not ride too fast;  
And as thou rid'st through every town,  
blow forth this lively blast:  
All citizens wives  
Are grown constant and sound,  
And say, That Truth doth abound,  
In every Taylors  
Shop to bee found.   

I'th street of Ware, good Boy, declare,  
we shall haue money store,  
The Hollanders here did taste our beer,  
while they could drink no more;  
Some lost their gold, which struck thē could  
though they were hot before:  
And vexing for anger,  
their money to lose,  
They drank old sack Vpse-freeze;  
And lustily eat up  
their red-coted cheese.   

Relate again, this news from spain,  
that they are wondrous rich,  
The Fleet of late, hath helped their State,  
by bringing home so much;  
The States and spain, will too't again;  
the Wars were nere none such;  
And Spinola vows,  
he no longer will stay,  
But raise his men by break of day;  
heel burn up their Forts,  
and go marching away.   

Say, France with peace hath great increase  
from every Country near,  
The Boores betimes renew their Vines,  
which lately spoyled were,  
And some suppose, while vineyards grow  
they make a shift with Béers:  
And tell them the next time  
thou comst thither Post,  
Thou shalt bring news from Englands cost  
For that is the news,  
that concerns us all most.   

Away again, Post hence amain,  
and stranger news declare,  
To every town, both wise and clown,  
that hath abiding there,  
For certain tell, that all is well,  
and bid them banish fear;  
Say, Courtiers are honest,  
they led virtuous lives,  
The one by the other lovingly thrives,  
And all haue gi'n ore  
to wrong Citizens wives.   

The Second Part.  
To the same Tune.  
 depiction of a large house  depiction of a male figure  

THe Country large, maintain their charge  
and good Hospitality use,  
The Farmers bait of their high rate,  
and do great Measures choose;  
The Land-lords they, at Quarter day  
do Fines or Bribes refuse;  
The poor well are clothed,  
and victuals haue store,  
The trades ar increasd which late did deplore,  
And Constables scorn  
for to favour a Whore.   

A Soldier true, come over new,  
may quietly to his friends pass,  
Without being stayed, no ways are laid,  
by any inquisitive ass,  
And Carriers sing, they'l never bring  
London a broken glass;  
The Knights and the Gentry,  
each keeps his house,  
The neighbors welcome to Brawn & sauce,  
And beggars so proud,  
that they all hate a Louse.   

All city Dames maintain their fames,  
their pride they do impair,  
The rich each day their money lay,  
Pauls steeple up to rear;  
Each Prisoners Fee discharged shall be,  
to quit them from their care;  
The Bride-wells are altered,  
and hospitals made,  
And maimed Soldiers therein laid.  
And every bachelor  
marries a maid.   

By Merchants rich is given much,  
to Bankrupts newly decayed,  
The Merchants store, shall help the poor,  
that want, to set up their Trade;  
From Lud-gate stones none shal hear means  
which haue so long been made;  
The usurers, five  
in the hundred will take,  
promoter all shall Soldiers make,  
And Whores are turned honest,  
for conscience sake.   

More mightst thou say my fine-tongu'd Boy,  
of this our happy news,  
If any grieve for to beleeue,  
I prithee bid them choose;  
And those that will to London still  
these objects come and peruse;  
Where you shall find honestly  
all that I say,  
provide, make hast, use no delay:  
For all this shall be  
betwixt this and doomsday.    
FINIS. The Post.   

Printed at London for I. Trundle.