I’le send yee to a Rendezvouz,
Where it is smoaking new;
Go, hear it at a Coffee-house,
It cannot but be true.
There Battles and Sea-Fights are Fought,
And bloudy Plots display’d;
They know more things than ’ere was thought
Or ever was betray’d:
No Money in the Minting House
Is halfe so Bright and New;