Yet hath his Testament chain’d to his waste,
And his blind zeale feels out the proofs as fast,
And makes as greasie Dogs-ears as the best.
A new shav’d Cobler follows him, as it hapt,
With his young Cake bread in his cloak close wrapt;
Then panting comes his Wife from t’other end
O’th’ Town to hear Our Father and see a friend;
Then came the shops young Fore-man, ’tis presum’d,
With hair rose water’d, and his gloves perfum’d,
With his blew shoo-strings too, and besides that,