Are our Church-wardens, all the parish knowes.
The Bootes are John the Grocers of the Swan,
The Spurs were lent me by a Serving-man:
One of my Rings, (that with the great red Stone)
Insooth I borrowed of my gossip Joane.
Her husband knowes not of it gentlemen,
Thus stands my case, I pray shew favour then.
Why (quoth the theeves) thou needst not greatly care,
Since in thy losse so many beare a share:
The world growes hard, many good fellows lack