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64  No sow-gelder did blow his horn To geld a cat, but cried Reform. The oyster-women lock'd their fish up, And trudged away to cry No Bishop: The mouse-trap men laid save-alls by, And 'gainst Ev'l Counsellors did cry. Botchers left old clothes in the lurch, And fell to turn and patch the church Some cried the Covenant, instead Of pudding-pies and ginger-bread: And some for brooms, old boots, and shoes, Bawl'd out to purge the Commons' House: Instead of kitchen-stuff, some cry A Gospel-preaching ministry: And some for old suits, coats, or cloak, No Surplices, nor Service-book. A strange harmonious inclination Of all degrees to Reformation: And is this all? is this the end To which these carr'ings-on did tend? Hath public faith, like a young heir, For this tak'n up all sorts of ware, And run int' every tradesman's book, Till both turn'd bankrupts, and are broke? Did saints for this bring in their plate, And crowd, as if they came too late? For when they thought the Cause had need on't, Happy was he that could be rid on't. Did they coin piss-pots, bowls, and flagons, Int' officers of horse and dragoons; And into pikes and musketeers Stamp beakers, cups, and porringers?