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R7559 'TIs reported about this Famous Town, / There is a Man Pretending to the Gown. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 135952 A NEW / SATYR, / Written Against, / LYING A NEW SATYR, Written Against, LYING A NEW SATYR, Written Against, LYING Printer G.C. 1682-1682 the Author

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TIs reported about this Famous Town, There is a Man Pretending to the Gown. One that is Much given unto Lying, The high-way to a Mans never dying. For which by all good Men he is blamed, And him in Question calld and named. That he should be givn to such folly, As each Whore-master has his Trolly Lolly. A Gent the noble Picture of the brave, Such Company detests, they will not have. A Lyar, being as bad as a Thief, Mushroomes, more fit for him, then powdred Beef. Romancers are, fitter Companions, for Knaves, High-way Men, Foot-pads, and such as lie in Caves. Then Men of sence, and Understanding high, Th mighty Favorites, of the mighty Sky. A Talkative Fellows, like an unbracd Drum, Talking the more, after a Glass of Mum. All his discourse avails so very small, It troubles the Hearers, and their Organs, all. For Gent love Men that they of wit should talk, Whereby in Conversations Grove to walk. Any, thing thats ingenious to be understood, Honors th Blazeing Star of the Purest blood. He walkd to France, and lay with the French King, A Rope, he did, thats more a probable thing. Where he went for an English Marquess gay, So that the Ladies there, with him did play. An English-mans in esteem th World over, From Turky to crose the Lyne to Dover. For Lyars, they need to be well hung, With fine words, good memory, and a Song. Wore cloathes, for seven years together, Strange some things, dont change in no kind of weather. Then running a Man through his Silk-Stockings fine, Twas askd by some, Gent noble, and Divine, How he perceived that they were Silk or no, Said, a Lifeguard-Man in Boots wore them you know. An answer strang to know silk through Boots, Like a Musician, playes on Violin and Lutes. A Lyar like Angry Gamesters, drives at all, Having lost his Money, though it was but small. For he that gives himself to so base a thing, Turns Adder, and all Mankind does sting. Then for his Diet, tis nine-pence every Meal, He loveth flesh, but hateth Fish and Tael.
A Trencher Man, in that very compleat, He knows his Stomack, and knows how to Eat. Like the [w]hale devours all the little Fry, From Mutton, Lamb, and so, to Pudding-Pye. He is a Poet too, now is his time, To answer this, for I have, divulgd his crime. Answer he must, although it will be weak, Vice is a Coward, and out of doors, does creep. For what can a Man say, to a great Truth? No more than for to say, Man has no Tooth. Which each person condemns from common sense, By Natures light, and her intelligence. Whose Picturs lately drawn, twas very foul, Of all Creatures, the likest to an Owl. One Monster beholding of another, The form of him, who is a younger Brother. As AEsops Crow, by th Birds was hooted at, By every Cock, Mag-Pie, Chicken, and Cat. So is a Liar laughed at by Men, Like to a German-Goose, or a French-Hen. A Liar is a Traitor to his own Soul, Where will he go, when after Death must roll? For a Romancer only deals with Fate, Rendring him unhappy, in his humane state. For a Man making it, his business to lie, Is neither fit to live, nor fit to die. Nor fit to mount to the blest Joyes on High, Where will he go, neither know You or I. HIS GHOST. Beware, beware you much untoward Fiend, Else you will come to an intimely end. Th Oracle, Proclaiming against the Lying-Crew, They shall not enter th Jerusalem New. But go to the Devil a pick a pack, To open Hells Wares, crying, what do ye lack? Leave off the Vice, and you shall come in Agen, To keep the Company of Gentlemen. But if your resolvd to persevere indeed, Hell has its Chyrurgeons for to make you Bleed. Lanch Cut open, and mangle your poor Thigh, In its dark Regions to Eternity.
London, Printed by G.C. for the Author, 1682.