256 Lines from the Crewe MSS. 



"Sheapherds, leave singing your pastorall sonnetts, 

 And to learne complements shew your endeavours, 

 Cast of for ever your two-shillings bonnetts. 

 Cover your coxcombs with three-pounds beavers : 

 Sell carte and tarboxe new coaches to buy : 

 Then 'Good your Worship' the vulgar will cry. 



" And thus unto ' "Worshipp ' being advanced, 

 Keape all your tenants in awe with your fi-ownes, 

 And let your rents be yearly inhaunced, 

 To buy your new-moulded Maddams new gownes. 

 Joan, Sisse, and Nell, shalbe all ladified, 

 Instead of haycarts, in coaches shall lyde. 



"Whatever you doe, have a care of expenses: 

 In hospitality do not exceed, 

 Greatnes of followers belongeth to Princes, 

 A coachman and footman are all that you need : 

 And still obsei-ve this, let your sei-vants meate lacke, 

 To keep brave apparell upon your wives backe. 



"Now to conclude, and shute upp my sonnett: 

 Leave of your cartwhip, hedg-bill and flayle, 

 This is my counsell : think well upon it ; 

 Knighthood and Honour are now put to saile, 

 Then quickly make haste, and lett out your ffarmes, 

 And I will hereafter emblazon your armes. 



"MS. Cbewe." 



