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Epigram.
[A kinde of London-walker in a boote]
A kinde of London-walker in a boote,(Not George a Horse-backe, but a Gerge a foote,)
On eu'ry day you meete him through the yeare,
For's bootes and spurs, a horse-man doth appeare.
Was met with, by an odde conceited stranger,
Who friendly told him that he walk'd in danger.
There is a warrant foorth to apprehend you.
Th' offence they say, you riding through thee streete,
Haue kil'd a Childe, vnder your Horses feete.
Sir I protest (quoth he) they doe me wrong,
I haue not back'd a horse, God knows how long,
What slaues be these, they haue me false bely'd?
Ile prooue this twelue-month I did neuer ride.
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