Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||
Where Rollus his late rich widow (now his proud wifes) eares grew.
Epigram, 155.
Rollus a Widow woo'd; but, t'would not be;She still held out, to keepe him lowly in:
For grace vniting, which he (so) did win:
So then, he well perceau'd, (which now he feeles)
His haughty Widdowes Eares were at her Heeles!
Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad | ||