The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | ||
Formosa fœtida.
I met with Martha, and fayn'd would haue kist her,who turn'd her cheeke, which made me that I mist her:
She spar'd her lipps, because her breath was tainted,
And I her cheekes, because I fain'd them painted.
Since then at first, we had no better greeting,
Your hand (quoth I) shall serue at our next meeting.
The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | ||