Prince,
As may be said without Offence,
None e'er could boast more Excellence,
_Which no Body_, &c.

God bless the King, the Queen and Peers,
Our Parliament and Overseers,
And rid us of such Mutineers,
_Which no Body can deny_.

_A_ SATYR _on the Times. To the foregoing Tune._

A World that's full of Fools and Mad-men,
Of over-glad, and over-sad Men,
With a few good, but many bad Men,
_Which no Body can deny_.

So many Cheats and close Disguises,
So many Down for one that Rises,
So many Fops for one that Wise is,
_Which no Body_, &c.

So many Women ugly Fine,
Their inside Foul, their outside shine,
So many Preachers few Divines,
_Which no Body_, &c.

So many of Religious Sect,
Who quite do mis-expound the Text,
About ye know not what perplext,
_Which no Body_, &c.

Many Diseases that do fill ye,
Many Doctors that do kill ye,
Few Physicians that do heal ye,
_Which no Body_, &c.

Many Lawyers that undo ye,
But few Friends who will stick to ye,
And other Ills that do pursue ye,
_Which no Body_, &c.

So many Tradesmen Lyars,
So many cheated Buyers,
As even Numeration tyers,
_Which no Body_, &c.

So many loose ones and high-flying,
Who live as if there were no dying,
Heaven and Hell, and all defying,
_Which no Body_, &c.

So many under Scanty Fates,
Who yet do live at lofty rates,
And make show of great Estates,
_Which no Body_, &c.

And if they will not take Offence,
Many great Men of little Sense,
Who yet to Politicks make Pretence,
_Which no Body_, &c.

Many meriting lower Fate,
Have Title, Office, and Estate,
Their Betters waiting at their Gate,
_Which no Body_, &c.

The Worthless meet with higher Advances,
As the Wise bestower Fancies,
To the Worthy nothing chances,
_Which no Body_, &c.

The Worthy and the Worthless Train,
Modest, silent, nothing gain,
Impudent begging all obtain,
_Which no Body_, &c.

A World wherein is Plenteous store,
Of Foppish, Rich, Ingenious Poor,
Neglected beg from Door to Door,
_Which no Body_, &c.

A World compos'd, 'tis strange to tell,
Of seeming Paradise, yet real Hell,
Yet all agree to lov't too well,
_Which no Body_, &c.

Where Pious, Lew'd, the Fool, the Wise,
The one like to the other dies,
And leaves a World of Vanities,
_Which no Body_, &c.

Proud