Oxford in mourning, for the loss of the Parliament, or, London's loud laughter at her late flattering her self with excessive trading : a pleasant new song : now tapsters, vintners, sales-men, taylors, all open their throats, and for their losses bawl : the Parliament is gone, their hopes now fail, pall'd is the wine, and egar grow the ale : now rooms late let for twenty crowns a week, would let for twelve-pence, but may lodgers seek : London rejoyces who was sad before, and in like coin does pay off Oxfords score : to the tune of, Packington's pound, or, Digby's farewel.


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