The Knave of Harts :: :: University of Virginia Library

This Gentleman, with Oares hath past the riuer,
And very pockey newes he can deliuer:
From Lamberh-Marsh he newly is transported,
VVhere he hath beene most filthily consorted
VVith such hot sprited fiery feminine,
That heate him more then vnderneath the line.
Burnt wine, stew'd Prunes, a Puncke to solace him,
Seru'd thus, he cares not who doth sinck or swim,
Onely his businesse is at comming backe,
To seeke a Surgeon, purging he doth lacke,
Feeling his body something out of quiet,
He must goe sweat vpon't, and take the dyet:
But, to his griefe, this wofull speech he heares,
He is be-peper'd ouer head and eares:
And howsoeuer it may seeme disgrace,
The poxe will pull away his Beard from's face:
Nay, after that his chinne hath lost his pride,
T'will put him to a Periwigge beside:
But now he vowes whores bargaines very bare;
For he hath try'd and found it to a haire.