〈…〉 good 〈…〉 King and Commonwealth.  
For all the Merchants that with Lead doth trade,  
And Minors, I these Verses here have made,  
For their sweet pleasure mi●ch, and great delight,  
I took the pains these Verses to indite,  
But my good will to King and Country here  
To all true subjects plainly shall appear.  
To the Tune of, The Duke's wish, or i'll ask no more.  
 
 

MInors of Minervals where ere you be  
You Led Merchants that Trade by Sea  
From the Store,  
Low down a while and give Ear to me  
And he ask no more,   

I would have a Grove with Ore quick  
With a 〈…〉 ib of Ore thirty forth thick,  
That's great store,  
That would yield me ten Thousand Load a Week  
And, etc.   

This Ore i'd have doth sole and stool  
Or else you'd count me an unwise fool,  
Of Wit poor,  
And Wind my Workmen's heat to cool,  
And, etc.   

This Ore I'd have from Water free,  
To the depth of Seventy seven and three  
That's fourscore,  
And Ten Thousand yards of length to be  
And, etc.   
 
 

THen would I build up stately Toes  
And would possess my ground with Stow's,  
All Men before,  
So that no Ranglers could me oppose,  
And i'd ask no more.   

Then Led I would desire to see 〈…〉  
At fifty pound a fodder to be,  
And never Lower,  
Likewise all Trading good to be,  
And, etc.   

And then I would desire to see  
Each man worth fifty pound to be;  
None i' 〈…〉 have poor,  
And to live in peace and Unity,  
And, etc.   

Likewise I would desire to see  
Two sons born to his Majesty,  
Them i'd adore,  
And the Crown worn by the Heir to be  
And, etc.   

And then a Bride I'd take to me,  
A Virgin pure I'd have her to be,  
Her I'd adore,  
And one to be come of honesty,  
And, etc.   

Then if Fortune of us smiled  
I'd have her to conceive with child,  
Her death before,  
And to be delivered of two Sons meek & mild  
And, etc.   

My Sons I would bring my so well  
With learning high for to excel  
Ten thousand score,  
And to obey the true Gospel  
And etc.   

My Heir I would desire to see  
Chief Counsellor to His Majesty  
My death before,  
And the Youngest Chief Admiral of the Sea  
And, etc.   

Then i'd desire the true Gospel  
Might increase and among us owel,  
They are finners poor,  
And then our Souls by Christ to be freed from Hell,  
Then i'd ask no more.   By Thomas Houghton.  

Printed for Thomas Passenger at the three bibles on London-bridge.