 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Nocte latent mende.
When bounsing Bettrice minded is to sport,She closely steales out of her dores at night:
And couets most mongst strangers to resort,
That least may be discernd by Candle-light,
For chiefe respects which might her much disgrace,
Besides her Perriwigge, and pocky face.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |