Let Fools thrive thro' Fortune, and Knaves be believed;
Let such as are rich know no Want, but Content,
Let others be plagu'd to pay Taxes and Rent:
With more Freedom and Pleasure my Time I'll employ,
And covet no Blessings but what we enjoy.

Then let's celebrate _Crispin_ with Bumpers and Songs,
And they that drink Foul, may it blister their Tongues,
Here's two in a Hand, and let no one deny 'em,
Since _Crispin_ in Youth was a _Seat's-man_ as I am.

_The Female Scuffle. To the foregoing Tune._

Of late in the Park a fair Fancy was seen,
Betwixt an old _Baud_ and a lusty young _Quean_;
Their parting of Money began the uproar,
I'll have half says the _Baud_, but you shan't says the _Whore_:
Why 'tis my own House,
I care not a Louse,
I'll ha' three parts in four, or you get not a Souse.

'Tis I, says the _Whore_, must take all the Pains,
And you shall be damn'd e'er you get all the Gains;
The _Baud_ being vex'd, straight to her did say,
Come off wi' your _Duds_, and I pray pack away,
And likewise your _Ribbonds_, your _Gloves_, and your _Hair_,
For naked you came, and so out you go bare;
Then _Buttocks_ so bold,
Began for to Scold,
_Hurrydan_ was not able her _Clack_ for to hold.

Both _Pell-Mell_ fell to't, and made this uproar,
With these Compliments, th'art a _Baud_, th'art a _Whore_:
The _Bauds_ and the _Buttocks_ that liv'd there around,
Came all to the Case, both _Pockey_ and _Sound_,
To see what the reason was of this same Fray,
That did so disturb them before it was Day;
If I tell you amiss,
Let me never more Piss,
This _Buttocks_ so bold she named was _Siss_.

By _Quiffing_ with _Cullies_ three Pound she had got,
And but one part of four must fall to her Lot;
Yet all the _Bauds_ cry'd, let us turn her out bare,
Unless she will yield to return her half share;
If she will not, we'll help to strip off her Cloaths,
And turn her abroad with a slit o' the Nose:
Who when she did see,
There was no Remedy,
For her from the Tyranous _Bauds_ to get free;
The _Whore_ from the Money was forced to yield,
And in the Conclusion the _Baud_ got the Field.

_An Elegy on_ MOUNTFORT. _To the foregoing Tune._

Poor _Mountfort_ is gone, and the Ladies do all
Break their Hearts for this Beau, as they did for _Duvall_;
And they the two Brats for this Tragedy damn
At _Kensington_ Court, and the Court of _Bantam_,
They all vow and Swear,
That if any Peer,
Sh