ut, Sir;
But e'er return'd _Ben_ was a Dad,
For _Perkin_ had crept out, Sir.

The good Ale Firkin strait is tapp'd,
And Women all are Jolly;
While no one in her round is 'scap'd,
For fear of Melancholy:
And _Ruth_ in Bed could in her turn,
Tho' modest of Behaviour;
With all her Heart a Bob have born,
Had she not fear'd a Feaver.

Thus Jovially the time they spend,
In Merriment and Quaffing;
Whilst each one does the Brat commend,
As _Ben_ did still keep Laughing:
And now to tell is my Intent,
How Fortune to Distaste her;
_Ruth's_ future Boasting did prevent,
By one most sad Disaster.

A Search was made at t'other Home,
By Overseers quick sighted;
The Mother to Confession comes,
By Threats being much Affrighted;
Thus all their Mirth at once was Cool,
Fate all their hopes did hamper;
So _Ben_ lives on the self same Fool,
Tho' _Ruth_ was forc'd to scamper.

_And if the Truth of this you doubt,
The Overseers can make it out._

_The Man of_ Honour: _Or, the Unconstant World turn'd upside down: To
the foregoing_ Tune.

How is the World transform'd of late,
In Country, Court, and City;
As if we were decreed by Fate,
To sing a mournful Ditty:
About the dismal change of Things,
There was no sooth in Fauner;
In the blest Reigns of former Kings,
_When I was a Man of Honour_.

I kept a Castle of my own,
With Land five Thousand Acres;
When old King _Harry_ grac'd the Throne,
Before the Time of Quakers:
My Doors and Gates stood open Wide,
I lackt no Ring nor Runner;
An Ox each Day I did provide,
_When I was_, &c.

My Guess all Day went in and out,
To Feast and cheer their Senses;
Could I but bring the Year about,
I grudg'd not my Expences:
My Talent was to feast the Poor,
I valu'd no Court Fauner;
Of Cooks I kept full half a Score,
_When I was_, &c.

When _Christmas_ Day was drawing near,
To Cheer and make them Merry;
I Broach'd my humming Stout _March_ Beer,
As brown as the Hawthorn Berry:
Of which there was not any lack,
I was my self the Donor;
'Twas fetch'd up in a Leathern _Jack_,
_When I was_, &c.

I never lay in Trades-mens Books,
For Gaudy Silks or Sattins;
Nor did I pay with Frowning looks,
Or broken Scraps of _Latin_:
They had my Gold and Silver free,
I fear'd not any Dunner;
All Men