If You by Theft, this Book should take,

Pray return it, least you quake;

And then, perhaps, your Head. will ach.

Your Neck I’ll to the Gallows give

And the Hangman shall ye Cloths receive.

So if you have a mind, your Soul, to Save,

When your Body, is rotting in the Grave.

Then take the Advice above, that’s given,

That you may joy fully, enter Heaven.

Reader, the Faults above, amend

And thereby, you’ll gain a hearty Friend.

And, if you’ll accompany me to Dinner,

Of Wine—or Ale—you shall have a Brimmer

Therefore, I pray now, don’t turn Thief

And to You, I’ll send some good roast Beif[sic].

And perhaps, with it a Slice of Veal,

With good October—yet shall make you reel.

And if you do not, refund, then to end all Strife

I’ll have You tuck’d up, upon my Life.

Where, you may hang for a Scare-Crow,

To fright the Birds away—or so.

If you would know my name & where I live,

Look 3. Lines below—I do it give.

These Verses—containing Number twenty five

Where[sic] wrote off Hand—as I’m alive.