A New BALLAD Being a Comparison between one that cut off his own Nose, and another that cut his own Throat to gain Renown.
Tune of Hang sorrow cast away care, &c.
I.
THere is an old story
That's much to the Glory
Of one that was called Sophyrus,
Whose Feats may be read
Though the man be dead
By any that are desirous.
II.
This man had a Nose
As you may suppose
In the middle of his face
But cut it off clear
Like a brave Cavaliere
To get the Kings good grace.
III.
The manner is known
So wee'l let that alone
Yet by the way you must note
Though he slashed his face
In every place
He had a great care of his throat.
IV.
Now will any man dare
This Wight to compare
With an Heroe that I can name
Who by cutting his throat
Grew a man of great note
And purchas'd Eternal Fame.
V.
Sophyrus did well
But he doth excel
If he be but right understood
For tis a plain case
As the Nose on his Face
It was done for the peoples good.
VI.
The design was brave
The people to save
By letting his own throat bleed
But the Fiend that repines
At all good designs
Did hinder it to succeed.
VII.
For his hand being up
To spill the last drop
Of the peoples saving blood
He made him flinch
At the tother inch
And so prevented the goodâ–Ş
VIII
So he useth his throat
For the people to Vote
Yet some are so wicked to hope
This obligeing knife
Though it spared his life
Has mark't a fair place for the Rope.
IX.
Now who ever bares spleen
To the King or the Queen
Or to James the Duke of York,
He shall have my Vote
To cut his own Throat
Provided he'l perfect the work.
A. T.
FINIS.