* "Thom: Brewer, my Mus: Servant, through his proneness to
     good fellowshippe, having attained to a very rich and
     rubicund nose, being reproved by a friend for his too
     frequent use of strong drinkes and sacke, as very pernicious
     to that distemper and inflammation in his nose. 'Nay,
     faith,' says he, 'if it will not endure sacke, it is no
     nose for me.'"—L' Estrange, No. 578. Mr. Jenkins.

     * "Robin Consciencean ancient ballad, (suggested by
     Lydgate's "London Lackpenny,") first printed at Edinburgh in
     1683, gives a curious picture of London tradesmen, &c. Robin
     goes to Court, but receives cold welcome; thence to
     Westminster Hall. "It were no great matter," quoth the
     lawyers, "if Conscience quite were knock'd on the head." He
     visits Smithfield, and discovers how the "horse-cowrsers'
     artfully coerce their "lame jades" to "run and kick." Then
     Long Lane, where the brokers hold conscience to be "but
     nonsense." The butter-women of Newgate-market claw him, and
     the bakers brawl at him. At Pye Corner, a cook, glancing at
     him "as the Devil did look o'er Lincoln," threatens to spit
     him.

     The salesmen of Snow Hill would have stoned him; the
     "fishwives" of Turn-again Lane rail at him; the London
     Prentices of Fleet Street, with their "What lack you,
     countryman?" seamper away from him. The "haberdashers, that
     sell hats I the mercers and silk-men, that live in
     Paternoster Row," all set upon him. He receives no better
     treatment in Cheapside—A cheesemonger in Bread Street; "the
     lads that wish Lent were all the year," in Fish Street; a
     merchant on the Exchange; the "gallant girls," whose