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On three Gentlemen that did accidentally meet in a Tavern, all black men, and every mans name John Crow.

Three (birds by accident) all met together
That never met before, Birds of a feather:
All of a Name too, if you did but call
Gently upon John Crow, ye nam'd them all.
A Trinity of Crows, a very riddle,
John Crow is first, and last and in the middle:
John Crow doth wear six legs, six hands, three faces,
And (at one time) is in three several places:
Yet in the royal and more noble part,
They were but one (videlicet) one heart;
Such as did all rebellious birds detest,
And paid true homage to the Eagles nest.
These Crows do roost in Churches, and could nere
Endure the Rooks that built at Westminster.
No City Ravens, nor old country Dawes,
That flutterd and cry'd out the Cause, the Cause;
But in a word, to have the the truth exprest,
They are three birds, that scorn to foul their nest,
Nor need they fear cold in the sharpest weather,
If every late pluckt bird, own had his feather.