 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Secreta sua sibi.
Lettice hath left the towne: but who knowes why?Some say to take the ayre, and see a friend:
I heard as much; but knew it was a lye,
Her businesse tended to another end.
No Doctor heere can cure her, shee's so ill,
Old Mother-Midwife hath therein more skill.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |