Tedious have been our Fasts, and long our Prayers;
To keep the Sabbath such have been our cares,
That Cisly durst not milk the gentle Malls,
To the great dammage of my Lord Mayors Fooles,
Which made the greazie Catchpoles sweare and curse
The Holy-day for want o’th’ second course;
And men have lost their Body’s new adorning
Because their cloathes could not come home that morning.
The sins of Parlament have long been bawl’d at,
The vices of the City have been yawl’d at,