 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
Dum friget, calescit.
Who doubts but Susan when she first bore sway,Had for one night a French Crown pitch & pay;
But who so simple now, knowes not the reason
Shee tooke not Dyet, nor the Sweate in season.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |