THE DEVIL’S PROGRESS ON EARTH,
OR
HUGGLE DUGGLE.
From Durfey’s “Pills to Purge Melancholy.”
Frier Bacon walks again,
And Doctor Forster [99] too;
Prosperine and Pluto,
And many a goblin crew:
With that a merry devil,
To make the Airing, vow’d;
Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha!
The Devil laugh’d aloud.
Why think you that he laugh’d?
Forsooth he came from court;
And there amongst the gallants
Had spy’d such pretty sport;
There was such cunning jugling,
And ladys gon so proud;
Huggle Duggle, etc.
With that into the city
Away the Devil went;
To view the merchants’ dealings
It was his full intent:
And there along the brave Exchange
He crept into the croud.
Huggle Duggle, etc.
He went into the city
To see all there was well;
Their scales were false, their weights were light,
Their conscience fit for hell;
And Panders chosen magistrates,
And Puritans allow’d.
Huggle Duggle, etc.
With that unto the country
Away the Devil goeth;
For there is all plain dealing,
For that the Devil knoweth:
But the rich man reaps the gains
For which the poor man plough’d.
Huggle Duggle, etc.
With that the Devil in haste
Took post away to hell,
And call’d his fellow furies,
And told them all on earth was well:
That falsehood there did flourish,
Plain dealing was in a cloud.
Huggle Duggle, Ha! ha! ha!
The devils laugh’d aloud.
A BOTTLE DEFINITION OF THAT FALLEN ANGEL, CALLED A WHIG.
From a collection of Historical and State Poems, Satyrs, Songs, and Epigrams, by Ned Ward, A. D. 1717.