A use of Exhortation TO THE LONDON APPRENTICES OR, A second Message after their PETITION.  
young men where are you now; what fast asleep?  
What in a Dream? or do you keep  
Close to the fireside, because 'tis cold?  
Or (as your Masters say) must you be told  
Over and over; What are you blind?  
Besotted quite, or do you fear the wind?  
Or has the Gun-men plunged you into fears?  
Or are you frighted with their Bendileers?  
Why gaze you thus? like men distracted,  
Looking at one another, and nothing acted:  
Crying a lion lurketh in the way,  
When as 'tis but a Lobster, whom (men say)  
Turn him but o'er and o'er he'll turn to you;  
Then turn for shame, O sluggards, lest you rue  
When 'tis too late, be wise betimes,  
Me thinks the country's valour should ring chimes:  
Unless you stop your ears, you can't but hear,  
How EXITER and Cornwall banish fear;  
They help for you, to better your condition,  
They hazard All, to fulfil your Petition;  
Yet you won't help yourselves, I blush to see  
Such petty places venture more than We.  
Then Prentices, awake, awake, for shame,  
Be faint no more, all cowardice disclaim;  
Disband feamality, let courage be your Portion,  
In such a case, Vallour's the best Devotion.  
Petitions will not do, fare means are slighted,  
You are compelled, at least, much more invited,  
To do the Work yourselves, then since 'tis so,  
Show yourselves men, about the business go:  
Time is a precious thing, forbear delay,  
Whilst the Sun shines, he sure to make your Hay.  
Fear not Cornation-coats, they are but men,  
They'd rather eat then fight; not one in ten,  
But (like self-seeking Rascals) are so evil,  
For Six pence more they'd List unto the Devil,  
Then Blades revive, thus far I dare aspire,  
You may yourselves accomplish your desire:  
The Day's your own, and such is your condition,  
Yourselves may quickly grant your own Petition  
Till these things come to pass, till this We see,  
Serve Jacob's prenticeship, you shan't be Free.  
Till Men have noble hearts, till Youths grow bold,  
Till Men do one another's good uphold,  
Till Valour springs, till courage doth increase,  
Till Wrong have Right, expect no settled Peace:  
Here's Arguments enough, if you be wise,  
Reduce your Honour, though you lose your Eyes,  
Uphold your Trade, maintain the Good Old Cause,  
Uncoat the Lobsters, take away their claws.  

Take this for all, I have no more to say,  
I am the guide to put you in the way;  
Here's the right path, hang him that goes astray.   
FINIS.  
J.E. App▪   

OXFORD, Printed for Carolus Adolphus.