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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Fennors finall Fare-ill to Taylor, with his blue Bitch and Cods bellie.
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Fennors finall Fare-ill to Taylor, with his blue Bitch and Cods bellie.

Bladder of enuie, one word more with you,
I must hunt out your Bitch, of Azure hue:
You that at Roterdam haue Spies to houer,
And in Cods bellies transport Slanders ouer,
And without Licence belcheth them abroad,
'Twere fit she should be seartcht to see her Load:
For in her head, her bellie, and her crookes,
I doubt there wil be found some dang'rous Bookes:
For he that vndertooke this Worke for thee,
Perhaps prints Romish Doctrine for a fee;
Or matters preiudiciall to the State;
Or things Schismaticall, to breed debate.
If it be found so, spight of your Reuenge,
You and your Bitch may in a halter swinge,
And your Cods bellie starue for want of water:
To you all three I doe commend this Satyre,
And to my Country all my loue and skill,
To root out all such instruments of ill.