Squire T U B.
This Tale of me, the Tub of Totten-Court,
A Poet first invented for your Sport.
VVherein the Fortune of most empty Tubs
Rowling in Love, are shewn; and with what Rubs
VV' are commonly encountred: VVhen the VVit
Of the whole Hundred so opposeth it.
Our petty Chanon's Forked Plot in chief,
Sly Justice Arts, with the High Constable's Brief,
And brag Commands; my Lady Mothers Care,
And her Pol-martin's Fortune; with the rare
Fate of poor John, thus tumbled in the Cask;
Got In-and-In to gi't you in a Masque:
That you be pleas'd, who come to see a Play,
VVith those that hear, and mark not what we say.
VVherein the Poets Fortune is, I fear,
Still to be early up, but ne'er the near.
T H E E N D.