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 But in th' original it ends in Ock, For that dear Sisters calls him Have-a-Cock. And truly I suppose I need not fear But that there are many Have-a-Cocks here: The Laud increase the number of Have-a-Cocks, Truly false Prophets will arise in flocks; But as a Farding-candle shut up quite In a dark Lanthorn never giveth light; Even such are they. Ay but my breathren dear, I'm no such Lanthorn, for my horns are clear. But I shall now conclude this glorious truth With an Exhortation to old men and youth: Be sure to feed young Daniel, that's to say, Feed all your Ministers that preach and pray. First of all, 'cause 'tis good, I speak that know so, And by experience find 'tis good to do so: Fourthly, 'cause 'tis not evil; Nextly and Thirdly, For that 'tis very good, unless the Word lye. Sixthly, for that y'are mov'd thereto; and Twelfthly, 'Cause there's nought better, unless I my self lye. But now he smells the Pyes begin to reak, His teeth water, and he can no longer speak: Only it will not be amiss to tell ye How he was troubled with a womans belly; For she was full of caudle and devotion, Which in her stomach raised a commotion, For the hot vapours much did damnifie Her that was wont to walk in Finsbury. So though a while she was sustain'd with ginger, Yet at the length a cruel pain did twinge her; And like as marble sweats before a shower, So did she sweat, and sweating forth did pour Her mornings draught of Sugar-sops and Saffron, Into her sighing neighbours Cambrick apron. At which a Lard she cry'd, full sad to see The foul mishap, yet suffer'd patiently: How do you, then she cry'd? I'me glad 'tis up: Ah sick, sick, sick; cryes one, Oh for a cup Of