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266 WONDERS ON THE DEEP.
Here boats do slide, where boats were wont to row,
Where ships did sail, the sailors do them tow ;
And passengers in boats the river crost,
For the same price as ’twas before the frost.
There is the printing booth of wonderous fame,
Because that each man there did print his name;
And sure, in former ages, ne’re was found,
A press to print, where men so oft were drown’d.
In blanket booths, that sit at no ground rent,
Much coin in beef and brandy there is spent.
The Dutchmen here in nimble cutting scates,
To please the crowd do shew their tricks and feats ;
The rabble here in chariots run a round,
Coffee and tea and mum doth here abound.
The tinkers here doth march at sound of kettle,
And all men know, that they are men of mettle :
Here roasted was an ox before the court,
Which to much folks afforded meat and sport;
At nine-pins here they play, as in Moorfields,
This place the pass-time, us of foot-ball yields :
The common hunt here, makes another show,
As he to hunt an hare is wont to go ;
But though no woods are here, or hares so fleet,
Yet men do often foxes catch and meet;
Into a hole here one by chance doth fall,
At which the watermen began to bawl,
What will you rob our cellar of its drink?
When he alas, poor man, no harm did think.
Here men well mounted do on. horses ride,
Here they do throw at cocks as at Shrovetide :
A chariot here so cunningly was made,
That it did move itself without the aid
Of horse or rope, by virtue of a spring,
That Vulcan did contrive, who wrought therein.
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Here boats do slide, where boats were wont to row,
Where ships did sail, the sailors do them tow ;
And passengers in boats the river crost,
For the same price as ’twas before the frost.
There is the printing booth of wonderous fame,
Because that each man there did print his name;
And sure, in former ages, ne’re was found,
A press to print, where men so oft were drown’d.
In blanket booths, that sit at no ground rent,
Much coin in beef and brandy there is spent.
The Dutchmen here in nimble cutting scates,
To please the crowd do shew their tricks and feats ;
The rabble here in chariots run a round,
Coffee and tea and mum doth here abound.
The tinkers here doth march at sound of kettle,
And all men know, that they are men of mettle :
Here roasted was an ox before the court,
Which to much folks afforded meat and sport;
At nine-pins here they play, as in Moorfields,
This place the pass-time, us of foot-ball yields :
The common hunt here, makes another show,
As he to hunt an hare is wont to go ;
But though no woods are here, or hares so fleet,
Yet men do often foxes catch and meet;
Into a hole here one by chance doth fall,
At which the watermen began to bawl,
What will you rob our cellar of its drink?
When he alas, poor man, no harm did think.
Here men well mounted do on. horses ride,
Here they do throw at cocks as at Shrovetide :
A chariot here so cunningly was made,
That it did move itself without the aid
Of horse or rope, by virtue of a spring,
That Vulcan did contrive, who wrought therein.
I The