SHUFF of Newbury. A BALLA D. To the Tune of, Chevy Chafe. - I. N bloody Town of Newbury, There liv'd and dy'd a Blockhead; II. The Ancient Borough call'd him SHUFF Of State not very thriving, Since the fame Thing which made him die, Is that which keeps us living. III. He Custard on a Wager eat, And fo did cram his Weazand, That tho' he put it in, he could Not pluck it out out with his Hand.. IV. Innocent Meat did fatal prove, Eat ready without Knife, Down on the Ground he grov'ling fell, And Custard ftrove with Life, So if thou hadft thy Wager won, Thy Credit had been lefs. VII. Where falls of Empires and of States Unto the Wonder of the World, Thou graceft the first Column. VIII. . Thy Custard with Serini's Feats, Does yield, which none can deny, Unto the Author fam'd the Gain, All England o'er, a Peny. IX. Now Londoners, O pray beware, 電 ON Ο Ν NICOLINI'S Mufick-Meeting. Ridentem dicere verum Quid vetat? LL hail ye foft mysterious Pow'rs that charm warm. Sweet Thieves! which like Great Nature's Thro' the pleas'd Ear, direct your fecret way, See ems at your MISCELLANY POEM S. Call Obfequious Tories meet, It for the CHURCH, and by Subscription sweat: 'tis too much! fhe crys, and I can hear no more, fweet's his Voice, how tender is his Air? oh! they cost th' Unhappy Youth too dear. he gentle Beau, that ever-dying Swain, eats the flow Time, and fighs with pleasing Pain, When the fam'd Greek to Native Shoars defign'd, Mankind deftroy'd, to former Vigor fprung, From Stones which Pyrrha and Deucalion flung; 19 Such |