I find also, dated 1690, this curious vocabulary of thieves’ slang scribbled on the back of some particulars relating to the appointment of a new incumbent for Sevenoaks. Unfortunately half the alphabet is missing:

Autem morta marryed woman
Abramnaked
abram-coura tatterdemalion
autema church
boughara cur
bousedrink
bousing-kenan ale-house
bordea shilling
bounga purse
bingto goe
bing a wastto goe away
bubeye pox
bugea dog
bleating-cheata sheep
billy-cheatan apron
bite ye peter or Rogersteal ye portmantle
budgeone that steals cloaks
bulk and filea pickpocket and his mate
cokira lyar
cuffin quirea justice
crampingsbolts and shackles
chatsye gallows
crackmanshedges
calle
togeman
Joseph
a cloak
couchto lye asleep
couch a hogsheadto goe to sleep
commission
mish
a shirt
cackling-cheata chicken
cassancheese
crashto kill
crashing-cheatteeth
cloyto steal
cutto speak
cut bien whyddsto speak well
cut quire whyddsto speak evill
confeckcounterfeit
cly ye jerkto be whipt
dimberpretty
damberrascall
drawersstockings
dudsgoods
deusea vileye country
dommerera madman
darkmansnight or even
dupto enter
tip me my earnestgive me my part
filcha staffe
fermea hole
fambleshands
fambles cheatsrings and gloves
fibto beat
flaga groat
fogustobacco
fencing cullyone that receives stolne goods
glimmerfire
glazierseyes
grannacorne
gentry morea gallant wench
gunlip
gagea pot or pipe
grunting-cheata sucking pig
gigera dore
gybea passe
glasierone that goes in at windows
gilta picklock
harmanbecka constable
heave a bookto rob a house
half berdsixpence
heartsease20 shillings
knapper of knappersa sheep stealer
lightmansmorning or day
libto tumble
libbenan house
lagewater
libedgea bed
lullabye-cheata child
lappottage
lucriesall manner of clothes
maunderto beg
magery prateran hen
muffling-cheata napkin
mumpersgentile beggars[[10]]

§ iv

In 1685 Charles II died, and with him departed that devil-may-care existence into which Lord Dorset had fitted so readily and so well. He was no favourite with the new King; for one thing he had addressed verses in this vein to Lady Dorchester, mistress of James II:

Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay,

Why such embroidery, fringe, and lace?

Can any dresses find a way

To stop th’ approaches of decay,

And mend a ruined face?

Wilt thou still sparkle in the box,