MERRY
ANDREW
.
Sly
Merry
Andrew
,
the
last
Southwark
Fair
(
At
Barthol'mew
He
did
not
much
appear
;
So
peevish
was
the
Edict
of
the
May'r
.
)
At
Southwark
,
therefore
,
as
his
Tricks
He
show'd
,
To
please
our
Masters
,
and
his
Friends
,
the
Croud
;
A
huge
Neats-Tongue
He
in
his
Right
Hand
held
:
His
Left
was
with
a
good
Black-Pudding
fill'd
.
With
a
grave
Look
,
in
this
odd
Equipage
,
The
clownish
Mimic
traverses
the
Stage
:
Why
how
now
,
Andrew
!
cries
his
Brother
Droll
,
To-Day's
Conceit
,
methinks
,
is
something
dull
:
Come
on
,
Sir
,
to
our
worthy
Friends
explain
,
What
does
Your
Emblematic
Worship
mean
?
Quoth
Andrew
;
Honest
English
let
Us
speak
:
Your
Emble-
(
what
d'ye
call't
?
)
is
Heathen
Greek
.
To
Tongue
or
Pudding
Thou
hast
no
Pretence
:
Learning
Thy
Talent
is
;
but
Mine
is
Sense
.
That
busie
Fool
I
was
,
which
Thou
art
now
;
Desirous
to
correct
,
not
knowing
how
;
With
very
good
Design
,
but
little
Wit
,
Blaming
or
praising
Things
,
as
I
thought
fit
.
I
for
this
Conduct
had
what
I
deserv'd
;
And
dealing
honestly
,
was
almost
starv'd
.
But
Thanks
to
my
indulgent
Stars
,
I
Eat
;
Since
I
have
found
the
Secret
to
be
Great
.
O
dearest
Andrew
,
says
the
humble
Droll
,
Henceforth
may
I
Obey
,
and
Thou
Controll
:
Provided
Thou
impart
Thy
useful
Skill
.
Bow
then
,
says
Andrew
;
and
,
for
once
,
I
will
.
Be
of
your
Patron's
Mind
,
whate'er
He
says
;
Sleep
very
much
;
Think
little
;
and
Talk
less
:
Mind
neither
Good
nor
Bad
,
nor
Right
nor
Wrong
;
But
Eat
your
Pudding
,
Slave
;
and
Hold
your
Tongue
.
A
Rev'rend
Prelate
stopt
his
Coach
and
Six
,
To
laugh
a
little
at
our
Andrew's
Tricks
.
But
when
He
heard
him
give
this
Golden
Rule
;
Drive
on
;
(
He
cry'd
)
This
Fellow
is
no
Fool
.