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Large were her kerchiffs, yet more gorgeous made With her own work, and full three pound they
weigh'd : Scarlet her hose, her glossy shoes were new; Bold was her face, and ruddy was its hue. Not one of her five husbands could be found, She laid 'em fafely up in holy ground. With these she made a shift to pass her youth; Such was this good wife's confiancy and truth. She travellid far, pass'd many a rapid ftream, Thrice faw the reliques of Jerusalem. Rome and the Catacombs the knew full well, Strange things of Cologne and its Kings could tell; Spain she had travellid o'er from end to end, And good St. James was very much her friend. Of various haps and perils by the way, Much had she known, and yet much more wou'd say. Upon an ambling pad at ease the sat, Gingling the bitt, and lack'd her pace to chat: A fteeple-hat she wore upon her head, Whose ample brims were like a buckler spread; O'er her large hips a mantle fairly wrought; Before, her kerchiff to a point was brought:
Like a rank rider, pointed spurs she wore:
Plowman follow'd, who had still at hand
Loads of manure t'inrich the grateful land;
HE Miller, hardy as his own mill-ftones, T
With brawny flesh, large finews and strong
bones. His ftrength to all the town was known too well; In wrestling still he bore away the bell. Short-shoulder'd, knotty as a stubborn oak, Hard to be bent, and harder to be broke. Not one, so far as he, could pitch a bar, Or lift a weight, or swing it in the air. He'd running, force a door with his hard headı. His beard, like any fox's tail, was red, But ftrait, and even as a gard'ner's spade. Just at the end of his huge nose he had A large black wart, on that a tuft of hairs Red, as the bristles of an old fow's ears: His noftrils, like a furnace, black and wide; A sword and buckler hanging on his fide. A babler, with a gormandizing throat; As lech'rous as a monkey or a goatá
Corn he could steal, the same corn thrice he toll d';
Steward of the Temple next must come,
A pattern for all caterers in town: The price of every thing each market had, He knew, and nicely pick'd the good from bad. Sometimes he went on trust, and sometimes paid, Yet none could over-reach him in his trade. Some wonder much how an
man, Of such low, fordid education, can (Who is but one to more than three times ten) O'er-reach so many grave, wise, learned men? A practis'd lawyer all things understands, Th'affairs of half the nation pass their hands. We praise unjustly, partially condemn, As they cheat others, others cozen them. By various methods all professions live, By their wise management he learn’d to thrive.
In life's long course such diff'rent ways we run,
The Reve, or Steward.
HE Reve, a little, lender, cholrick thing; T
His face shay'd close, and not a hair on chin: His locks above his ears, an inch at least, And dock'd before, like any begging prieft: His active legs were very long and lean, Strait as a staff, no calf was to be seen. No auditor e'er found him in the wrong: A good accomptant, tho' his bills were long. Well judg'd he by the drought, and by the rain, The future product of his seed and grain. He kept due tale of oxen, sheep and swine, His Lord's March Beer, and his more precious wine; All rents receiv'd, for all things did engage, And manag'd since his master came to age. O'er ev'ry under-baily he had spies, Knew all their cunning, all their knaveries.