THE PURCHASERS POUND: OR,  
THE Return to Lambeth-Fair  
Of Knaves and Thieves with all the Sacred WARE.  
Where in is restored to all what was gone,  
Or stolen away since the year Forty One  
 
LONDON, Printed for John Jones, 1660. Aug. 24   

To the READER.  
THe rare poetic Wits of these our times  
a●e dail● chanting pleasant hymns and rhymes:  
Whose lines perfumed: smell sweet as any Rope  
for English Traytors that have had their scope  
To Act a part, upon their Sovereign King;  
for which on Dr. Storys Cap theyl swing.  
Then Reader now, if thou woul●st understand  
why this same matter I do take in hand,  
'Tis cause I love to keep my mind from folly,  
Or that disease which some call melancholy.  
But some will say( perhaps if this be true  
You m●ght have kept it from the vulgar view:  
I answer no, for who coul● then repair  
to have their goods again at Lambeth-fair.  
The times are changed, an● now may all the Nation  
have that re●●or'd late under Bequest●ation.  
Lands purchased by blind Goblers an● that rabble  
thus ends the Prologue, next begins the Fable.   

The Return to Lambeth-Fair.  
NO sooner was the fable darkness gone  
which did begin 'mongst us in forty one.  
But presently the people all with joy.  
and echoes loud cried out Vive le Roy.  
Those that had purchase Lands did then repair  
With what they bought before at Lambeth-Fair.  
And when their Shops, and Stalls, and Booths were made,  
with all things fitting for the holy Trade▪  
With might and main the people 'gan to flock,  
and all were ready their by nine a clock.  
The Clerk oth Fair was presently bespoken,  
to give them Liberty their Stalls to open:  
Though many( forced to fly) then was their doom,  
yet now they safely are returned home:  
There presently strict guards were set about  
to spy, and keep the Knavish Rabble out:  
Proclaim the Fair, the Purchasers all cried,  
for we dare hardly longer here abide:  
The clerk gave leave, the crier on a Hill,  
standing began to cry with voice full shrill.  
O yes, O yes, O yes, I do cry  
sequestered Trinckets, who will buy  
Their own again without money.  
This being done, strait all the Knavish crew,  
began with speed their wearing cloths to show,  
Which they had plundered in the Fair before,  
and laid so close, they never sin●e were wore,  
Come Custome●s that have long time been crost  
b● us, and take the goods you latel● lost:  
Heres Vestments consec●ated, of all sorts and sizes,  
you may have he●e▪ you need not fear the prizes:  
They are your own we cannot then deny,  
then take them freely now you need not buy:  
We do confess on ou our paws we laid,  
and sought likewise your lives to have betrayed:  
To ●ob the church we counted not a sin,  
but theft and sacrilege delighted in:  
Its strange to see how some away do keep,  
what come you all to Lambeth-Fair to sleep:  
Take these Lawn-fleves, hang all worldly pelf,  
i'll take no chink for what I stolen myself:  
Come hither friend and take this silken Gown,  
i'm su●e you cannot matched in Lambeth-Town:  
Many a storm and shower it will abide,  
and Rags that we have brought you to will hid:  
Tis good and large you cannot have a stronger,  
it is your own we dare not keep it longer:  
Though we have wo●nt itis not worse for the wearing,  
gird it but close you need not fear the tearing:  
Another comes, as if his back would break,  
burthend with Vestures, and 'gan thus to speak:  
I am o'er laden with an unjust pack,  
I pray you view them, and see what you lack:  
See for your love to ease my misery,  
name what you will, I fit you presently:  
My pack is like a Wardrop, large and faire,  
wherein i'le fit you with all sacred ware.  
The rarest Knick-knacks in my pack their be,  
preservd, as ever mortal eye did see:  
Heres rich embroidered ware, take what you please,  
Ift be your own, a thousand such as these:  
I stolen from you before, which now alack,  
l●es heavy on my Conscience and my back:  
Here Dr. take this Tippet, scarf and Cope,  
the which I fear will bring me to a Rope:  
If them I keep; release me o● that pain,  
by taking of you● l●wfull goods again:  
Take all you● goods( I can no longer stay)  
for one poor pair of shoes to run away:  
Next spake a cobbler, and a man whose spirit  
of Treachery a bnfice did merit;  
And next to him appeared a man of mettle,  
who mended souls just like a broken ●ettle:  
The people he could not restrain from V●ce,  
although he  told them of a Pa●adise:  
Heed take no tithes for preaching, but would stand  
ready to take what ever came to hand:  
They could not choose I do profess but thrive,  
that for their living under water dive  
For holiness; these Anti-●lungers they,  
thus feed on people as do Beasts of prey:  
Another crys aloud with voice full shrill,  
come freely all take what doth please your will:  
Hores Crosses, Organs, Chanting pleasant Hymes,  
returned again with the late-turning times:  
With sac●ed Fon●s, blessed Priest, and singing Boyes,  
Which we in 41 called Apish toys.  
Your Bells baptized which made a gallant sound,  
pray take again, step in and ring them round:  
Then after this came in a Regiment▪  
of Locusts lately from Cocitus sent,  
To draw a mighty Cart wherein was brought  
such Churches which the Pu●chasers had bought,  
which was no sooner brought, but so well known  
that every person seized upon his own:  
Then cried another, pray good Sir repair  
to me and take your own, it is good Ware:  
Come says another, Sir what is the reason  
you leave the Fair, I hope we smell of Treason  
Not so strong, but you'l stay here a●e  
brave Wedding Rings the best in all the Fair:  
To yield to Bishops Cannons I was loathe,  
but yet am perjured by a Cursed Oath  
Of Abjuration, no sin scarce known so big  
before was as that) sta●pt by Haslerigg:  
Now Prentices again you may go play,  
and exercise yourselves each holiday:  
We cannot hinder you, who were precise,  
and yet could with a Sister exercise.  
Then next to him a fiery fat-guts there  
brought six and twenty Houses to the Fair,  
With Whips, and Gags, and Prisons for all those  
that should their cursed Factions oppose.  
With catch him Varlet, take him to the jail,  
there let him lie without main-prize or bail:  
E're he get from us we will make him see  
the power of our fifth-Monarchy to be  
Above all Magistrates holy and Civil,  
although ourselves: run headlong to the Devil:  
What all pass by, 'tis strange time turns her wheel,  
and bends he● brow upon us, that we feel  
No custom yet, our wears be charmed sure,  
and( like ourselves) their's none will it endure:  
tIs doomed to fate, reviled and scorned,  
though ne're so costly, or so much adorned.  
I never did before see such a Fair,  
we proffer freely, but none takes our Ware:  
Nay scoffed and mo●let are we by every Jack  
that cries out Pedlars, take away your pack:  
Another, Judas lifting up his voice,  
c●y'd out amain, ●f l●vings I have choice:  
Here take them freely owne●s if you please,  
i'm sure they brought me ●oney in at ease:  
I was a Puritan, and one devout,  
yet to get in, could turn your Worship out  
Of all, and some I basely murtehred,  
whilst since their Children died for want of bread.  
Here take your Common-Prayer-Book one calls,  
I stolen it out o● the Cathedral Pauls:  
money my hearts another loud doth call,  
doth on my Conscience lie, come take it all:  
I was a Rumper by times changes risen,  
men brought me chink to free them out of Prison:  
I'm broken, i'm broken another then did say,  
I sat and judged my King, that fatal day  
Doth make me fear a Traytors death to die,  
therefore no longer can I stay, but fly:  
What mean ye sirs, the day is almost spent,  
come take your livings all incontinent:  
Come hither friends, the price is very small:  
Ile give them freely, use ●nd principal,  
Next, 'mongst this c●ue a w●etch did the●e appear,  
who took from's Father fourscore pound a year:  
A poor old man whose nature was decayed,  
yet by his Son thus judasly bet●ay'd:  
He●e F●ther take your own, I dare b● bold,  
to swear I only k'pt it till you're old.  
It now beginning to grow towa●d night,  
come a schismatic running in with might,  
And cries be gon, or else we shall be lost,  
for now our whole fanatic▪ lot is crost:  
Its folly an● more design to Plot,  
or to put ●rust in an ill-thriving Scot.  
We ne're shall see those happy days again,  
Wherein the Head did yield to every Vain.  
Whilst thus these greedy Purchasers did stay  
and called their Customers to come away,  
A Messenger came riding through the crowd,  
And to these Shop-keepers he cried aloud,  
●way to tyburn, hast and run you thither,  
now your shoes are made of running leather;  
For all the Laws oth Land you have out-run,  
and I come here to tell you what is done.  
Your wears not worth a F— for all your cogging  
See where the Hangman comes away be jogging;  
For now 'tis well to all the Nation known  
could you it keep no man should have his own,  
Alas cried they, Is all our labour lost  
was ever mortals thus by fortune crost?  
As we ware now in this late Expedition,  
and needs must fly, tis Vain for to Petition.  
Yet notwithstanding here lies all our hope  
Our heels may save our Necks out of a Rope.  
With that like men of Sences quiter bereft  
they ran away, and all their Trinkets left.  
Then came the Owners: Soon the Goods were known  
and every man in order took his own.  
Thus Fortune tu●nd the wheel, and times are mended:  
stolen goods restord are, and the Fair is ended.  
Which tidings jo● will to these Nations bring  
with Peace and Plenty, so  

GOD Save the KING.