A Word of advice to the two new sheriffs of London
      
       
         
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             A Word of advice to the two new sheriffs of London
             Rich, Peter, Sir, 1630-1692.
             North, Dudley, Sir, 1641-1691.
          
           1 sheet (2 p.)
           
             Printed for R. Robinson,
             London :
             1682.
          
           
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             Broadside.
             A poem.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           A
           WORD
           of
           ADVICE
           TO
           THE
           Two
           New
           Sheriffs
           OF
           LONDON
           .
        
         
           NOw
           all
           the
           bussel's
           over
           'bout
           the
           choice
        
         
           Of
           North
           and
           
             Rich
             ,
             Papillion
          
           and
           Duboise
           ,
        
         
           Some
           cryd
           no
           North
           ,
           and
           many
           had
           an
           itch
        
         
           To
           see
           some
           other
           chosen
           and
           not
           Rich
           ,
        
         
           Many
           a
           Whigg
           did
           gape
           with
           his
           loud
           voice
           ,
        
         
           And
           gave
           his
           single
           Vote
           for
           their
           Duboise
           ;
        
         
           And
           I
           believe
           there
           was
           near
           half
           a
           Million
           ,
        
         
           Within
           the
           City
           voted
           for
           Papillion
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           to
           you
           ingenious
           Mr.
           North
           ,
        
         
           My
           
             Lord
             Mayors
             drinking
          
           only
           brought
           you
           forth
           ;
        
         
           Some
           talk'd
           as
           if
           you
           came
           in
           at
           th'
           
             Back
             door
          
           ,
        
         
           But
           you
           were
           introduc'd
           by
           Sir
           
             Iohn
             Moor
          
           ;
        
         
           Come
           in
           what
           Way
           you
           will
           it
           must
           be
           born
           ,
        
         
           For
           now
           we
           find
           your
           Worships
           both
           are
           sworn
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           with
           all
           my
           heart
           I
           wish
           you
           joy
           ,
        
         
           Hoping
           the
           
             Whiggish
             Vices
          
           you
           'l
           destroy
           ,
        
         
           Where
           vertue
           is
           ,
           Oh
           Sirs
           !
           let
           that
           alone
           ,
        
         
           Present
           it
           sacred
           to
           
             Great
             Brittains
             Throne
          
           ,
        
         
           Let
           that
           be
           gently
           dealt
           with
           ,
           do
           't
           no
           harm
           ,
        
         
           With
           Pike
           ,
           pickt
           Juries
           ,
           or
           with
           strength
           of
           Arm
           ,
        
         
           Encourage
           vertue
           in
           the
           open
           Street
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           us
           see
           that
           you
           are
           glad
           to
           see
           't
           ,
        
         
           Then
           wee
           'l
           adore
           you
           like
           two
           petty
           Gods
           ,
        
         
           And
           Whiggs
           and
           you
           will
           be
           no
           more
           at
           odds
           ,
        
         
           Wee
           'l
           strive
           with
           all
           our
           might
           to
           tell
           your
           Glory
           ,
        
         
           If
           you
           will
           stay
           the
           vice
           of
           Whigg
           and
           Tory
           :
        
         
           The
           number
           of
           their
           Sins
           (
           I
           fear
           )
           increase
           ,
        
         
           And
           that
           's
           the
           chief
           disturbance
           of
           our
           Peace
           ;
        
         
           We
           pray
           you
           therefore
           wheresoe're
           you
           find
           them
           ,
        
         
           Give
           them
           no
           quarter
           ,
           but
           with
           Milstones
           grind
           them
           ,
        
         
           Be
           as
           severe
           to
           Sin
           as
           you
           think
           fit
           ,
        
         
           But
           as
           to
           vertue
           meddle
           not
           with
           it
           ;
        
         
           If
           any
           should
           be
           without
           cause
           opprest
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           ease
           their
           griefs
           ,
           and
           thus
           you
           may
           be
           blest
           ,
        
         
           Encourage
           good
           men
           ,
           and
           correct
           the
           bad
           ,
        
         
           The
           City
           then
           will
           be
           no
           longer
           sad
           ,
        
         
           Suppress
           the
           Cities
           Sins
           ,
           and
           you
           'l
           do
           well
           ,
        
         
           Suppressing
           vertue
           brings
           men
           unto
           Hell
           ;
        
         
         
           Meetings
           have
           been
           disturb'd
           too
           oft
           by
           those
        
         
           That
           to
           a
           Bawdy-house
           were
           never
           Foes
           :
        
         
           Thus
           Preaching
           seems
           a
           Crime
           ,
           and
           Whoreing
           none
           ,
        
         
           Poor
           Mr.
           Hilton
           ,
           Oh!
           let
           him
           alone
           ,
        
         
           He
           's
           a
           pure
           harmless
           Youth
           and
           out
           of
           pity
           ,
        
         
           Disturbs
           the
           Meeting-houses
           in
           the
           City
           ,
        
         
           I
           think
           indeed
           I
           do
           not
           miss
           my
           mark
           ,
        
         
           If
           I
           declare
           that
           he
           is
           in
           the
           dark
           ,
        
         
           His
           time
           were
           better
           spent
           in
           Whetstones-Park
           .
        
         
           There
           let
           Informers
           work
           and
           spend
           their
           time
           ,
        
         
           To
           break
           their
           Meetings
           up
           can
           be
           no
           Crime
           ;
        
         
           But
           Whores
           may
           swear
           rather
           then
           Christians
           Pray
           ,
        
         
           Informers
           will
           have
           large
           accounts
           to
           pay
           ,
        
         
           But
           like
           the
           Welch-man
           they
           put
           off
           that
           day
           :
        
         
           Let
           Hur
           alone
           till
           that
           day
           come
           cry
           they
           ,
        
         
           That
           day
           will
           come
           ,
           and
           woe
           woe
           be
           too
           those
           ,
        
         
           That
           are
           the
           Strumpets
           friends
           and
           Christians
           foes
           ,
        
         
           Woe
           be
           to
           to
           those
           I
           say
           ,
           the
           time
           draws
           near
           ,
        
         
           In
           which
           they
           must
           expect
           to
           pay
           for
           't
           dear
           .
        
         
           But
           go
           
             Informing
             Villains
          
           from
           my
           Pen
           ,
        
         
           As
           you
           Inform
           you
           are
           the
           worst
           of
           men
           ,
        
         
           Inform
           where
           Papists
           are
           ,
           there
           are
           great
           store
           ,
        
         
           Inform
           the
           Justices
           of
           ev'ry
           Whore
           ,
        
         
           Inform
           against
           your
           fellow
           Rogues
           that
           swear
           ,
        
         
           And
           wallow
           ,
           like
           to
           Swine
           ,
           in
           Wine
           and
           Bear
           ;
        
         
           Inform
           against
           the
           Vices
           of
           the
           Age
           ,
        
         
           There
           we
           will
           give
           you
           leave
           to
           shew
           your
           rage
           ,
        
         
           Let
           them
           alone
           that
           Worship
           God
           with
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Or
           let
           me
           tell
           you
           ,
           you
           will
           pay
           for
           't
           dear
           ;
        
         
           If
           in
           their
           Meetings
           they
           disturb
           the
           Peace
           ,
        
         
           I
           would
           not
           have
           Informers
           then
           to
           cease
           ,
        
         
           Then
           be
           severe
           ,
           and
           Plague
           them
           as
           you
           please
           ,
        
         
           Then
           give
           them
           neither
           countenance
           nor
           ease
           ;
        
         
           But
           if
           they
           do
           no
           ill
           ,
           why
           so
           severe
           ?
        
         
           Surely
           thou
           tak'st
           the
           wrong
           Sow
           by
           the
           ear
           .
        
         
           Sweet
           Sir
           Informer
           if
           they
           preach
           but
           Treason
           ,
        
         
           Then
           hang
           them
           up
           indeed
           ,
           it
           is
           but
           reason
           ,
        
         
           But
           it
           's
           to
           hard
           to
           suffer
           ,
           or
           to
           swing
           ,
        
         
           For
           meeting
           but
           to
           pray
           for
           our
           good
           King
           ;
        
         
           They
           Preach
           down
           sin
           ,
           and
           pray
           for
           Reformation
           ,
        
         
           Would
           there
           were
           no
           worse
           Subjects
           in
           the
           Nation
           .
        
         
           Increase
           the
           number
           Lord
           of
           such
           good
           men
           ,
        
         
           Now
           where
           there
           is
           but
           one
           ,
           do
           thou
           raise
           ten
           :
        
         
           And
           we
           shall
           think
           it
           a
           most
           Blessed
           change
           ,
        
         
           To
           give
           us
           these
           ,
           and
           take
           away
           
             Le'
             Strange
          
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             R.
             Robinson
          
           ,
           MDCLXXXII
           .