THat since 'tis Reckon'd amongst the Glories of Our Native Country; To be a Paradise for Women: The same in our Apprehensions can consist in nothing more than the brick actvity of our Men, who in former Ages were justly esteemed the Ablest performers in Christendom; But to our unspeakable Grief, we find of late a very sensible decay of that true Old English Valour; Our Gallants, being every way so Frenchified, that they are become meer Cuck sparrows flattering things that come on Sa sa, with a world of Fury, but are not able to stand to it, and in the very first Charge fall down flat before us. Never did Men wear greater Breeches, or carry less in them of any Mettle whatsoever. There was a glorious Dispensation ('twas lutely in the Golden Age) when Lusty Lads of seven or eight hundred years old, Got Sons and Daughters; and we have read, how a Prince of Spain was forced to make a Law that Men should not Repeat the Grand Kindness to their wives, above Nine times in a night: But alas! alas! those forward Days are gone, the dull Lubbards want a Spur now, rather than a Bridle be­ing so far from doing any works of Supererrogation, that we find them not capable of performing those Devoirs which their Duty and our Expectations Exact.

The Occasion of Insufferable Disaster, alter a serious Enquiry, and Discus­sion [Page]of the point by the Learned of the Faculty, we can attribute to nothing more than the Excessive use of that newfangled, abominable, heathenish Liquor called Coffee, which R [...]ffl [...]ng Nature of her choicest Treasurs, and drying up the Radical Moisture, has so Eunucht our Husbands, and Crippled our more kind Gallants, that they are become as Impotent, as Age, and as unfruitfull as those Desarts, whence that unhappy Berr, is said to be brought.

For the continual sipping of this pittiful Drink, is enough to bewitch Men of two and twenty, and tie up the Codpice point without a G [...]a [...]m. It renders them that use it as Lean as Famine, as Riwe [...]d as Envy, or an old meager Hagg over­ridden by an Incubus. They come from it with nothing moist but their snotty Noses, nothing stiff but their Joints, nor standing but their Ears: They pretend 'twill keep them walking, but we find by scurvy Experience, they sleep quietly e­nough after it. A Betrothed Queen might trust her self a Bed with one of them: nor can all the Art we use revive them from this Lethargy, so unfit they are for Action, that like young Train-band-men when called upon duty, their Amuni­tion is wanting: peradventure they present, but cannot give fire, or at least but flash in the Pan, instead of doing Execution.

Now let any Doating Superstitious Cato's shake their Goatish Beards, and tax us of Immodesty for this Declaration, since 'tis a publick Grievance, and cries aloud for Reformation weight and Measure, 'tis well known, should be throughout the World, and there is no torment like Famishment. Experience wîtnesses our Damage, and Necessity (which easily sapercedes all the Laws of Decency) justi­fie [...] our complaints: For can any Woman of sense or spirit endure with Patience, that when privileg'd by Legal Ceremonies, she approaches the Nuptial Bed, ex­pecting a Man that with sprightful Embraces, should Answer the Vigour of her Flames, she on the contrary should only meet A Bed full of bones, and hug me a [...] ­ger useless Crops rendred as sapless as a Kix, and dryer than a Pumice-Stone, by the perpetual Fumes of Tobacco, and bewitching Effects of this most pernitious Coffee, whereby Nature is Enfeebled, the Offspring of our Mighty Ancestors Dwindled into a Succession of A [...]es and Pignies: And.

Now is this (though more than enough) all the ground of our complaint: For besides, we have reason to apprehend and grow Jealows, That Men by fre­quenting these Stygian Tap: houses will usurp on our Prerogative of Tatling, and soon learn to excell us in Talkativeness: a Quality wherein our Sex has ever claimed preheminence: For here like so many Frogs in a puddle, they sup up muddy Water, and murmur insignificant Notes till half a Dozen of them out babble an equal number of us at Gossipping, talking all at once in confusion, and runing from point to point as insensibly, and as swiftly, as ever the Ingenious [Page] Pole wheel could run divisions on the Base-Viol; Yet in all their Prattle, eve­ry one abounds in his own Sense, as stifly as G. K. did at the late Dispute at Turners Hall, and submits to the Reasons of no other Mortal: So that there being neither Moderator nor Rules observed, you may as soon fill a Quart Pot with Syllogisms, as profit by their Discourses.

Certainly our Country-mens Pallats are become as Fanatical as their Brains; How else is it possible, they should Apostatize from the good old Primitive way of Ale drinking, to run a Whoring after such Variety of Destructive Forreign Liquors, to triffle away their Time: Scald their Chaps, and spend their Money all for a little Base, Black, Thick, Nasty, Bitter, Stink­ing, Nauseous Puddle-Water: Yet (as all Witches have their Charms) So this ugly Turkish Enchantress by certain Invisible Wyres attracks both Rich and Poor; So that those that have scarce Two-pence to buy their Childrens Bread, must spend a Penny each Evening in this Insipid Stuff. Nor can we send one of our Husbands to call a Midwife, or to borrow a Glister-Pipe, but he must stay an Hour by the way, Drinking his two Dishes; and two Pipes.

At these Houses, (as at the Springs in Africk) meet all Sorts of Animals, whence follows the Production of a Thousand Monster Opinions and Absurdi­ties; Yet for being dangerous to the Government, we dare be their Com­purgators, as well knowing them to be too Tame and too Talkative to make any Desperate Polititians: For though they may now and than Destroy a Fleet, or kill ten Thousand of the Turks, more than all the Confeder [...] can do, Yet this is still in their politick Capacities, for by their personal [...] ­lour they are scarce fit to be of the Life Guard to a Cherry Tree: And therefore, though they frequently have not Contests about most Important Subjects; Whether the Great Turk be a Lutheran or Calvinist, Who Cain's Father in Law was, &c Yet they never fight about them with any other, save our Weapon, the Tongue.

Some of our Sots pretend tippling of this boiled Soot cures them of being Drunk; but we have reason rather to Conclude it makes them so, because we find them not able to stand after it: 'Tis at best but a kind of Earthing a Fox to Hunt him more eagerly afterward: A rare Method of Good Husbandry; to enable a Man to be Drunk three times a Day? Just such a Remedy for Drunkenness, as the Popes allowing of Stews, is a means to prevent Fornication: The Coffee-House being in Truth, only a Pimp to the Tavern, a Relishing Soop Preparative to a fresh Debauch: For when People have swill'd themselves with a Morning draught of more Ale than a Brewars Horse can carry, hither they come for a Penny Worth of Settles brain, where they are sure to meet enew Lazy Pragmatical Companions; [Page]that resort here to prattle of News, that they neither understand, nor are concern'd in: And after an Hours impertinent Chat, begin to consider a Bottle of Claret would do Excellent well before Dinner, Whereupon to the Bush they all March together, till every one of them is as Drunk as a Drum, and then back again to the Coffee-House to drink themselves Sober; Where three or four Dishes a peice, and smoaking, makes their Throats as dry as Mount AEtna enflamed with Brimstone: So that they must away to the next Red Lattice, to quench them with a dozen or two of Ale, which at last growing Nauseous, one of them begins to extol the Blood of the Grape, what rate Lampoon, and Racy Canary may be had at the Mytre: Say's thou so? cry's another, Let's then go and replenish therewith our Earthen Vessels: So once more they troop to the Sack-shop, till they are Drunker than before; And then by a Retrograde Motion, stagger back to Soberize themselves with Coffee. Thus like Tinnis Balls between too Rackets, The Fopps our Husbands are Bandred too and fro all Day between the Coffee-House and Tavern, whilst we poor Souls sit Weeping all alone till Twelve at Night, and when at last they come to Bed, smoakt like a West-Phalia Hogs head, we have no more comfort of them than from a Shotten Herring or a dryed Bulrush; Which forces us to make up this Lamentation, and Sing.

WHEREFORE, the Premisses considered, and to the end that our Just Rights may be restored, and all the Ancient Priviledges of our Sex pre­served Inviolable; That our Husbands may give us some other Testimonies of their being Men, besides their Beards, and wearing of Empty Pantaloons: That they no more run the hazard of being Cuckol'd by Dildo's: But returning to the good old strengthning Liquors of our Forefathers; That Natures Exchequer may once again be Replenisht, and a Race of Lusty Hero's beget, able by their Archievements, to equal the Glory's of our Ancestors.

WE Humbly Pray, That our Trusty Patrons would improve your Inte­rest, That henceforth the Drinking COFFEE, may in severe Penalties be forbidden to all Persons under the Age of Threescore; And that instead thereof, Lusty napper Beer; Cock Ale, Cordial Canary's, Restoring Malago's, and Back recruiting Chochalet, be Recommended to General Use, throughout the Ʋtopian Territories.

In Hopes of which Glorious Reformation, Your Petitioners shall readily Prostrate themselves, and ever Pray, &c.