 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Prodit se lingua.
A countrey Butcher late with Oxen passes,Hard by a Dame that kept a shop of glasses:
Who lisping chides him with words sinicall,
Thirra remoue your Ballocks from my Stall.
Whereat the Butcher smiling makes a stop,
But she with anger, blushing leaues her shop.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |