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 |
Taylors defence of the honesty of his Blew-Bitch. |
All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | ||
Taylors defence of the honesty of his Blew-Bitch.
Now Fennor once more I'l giue thee a twitchFor hunting hotly after my Blue Bitch:
Beware she doth not teare thee by the throat.
She's neither Salt, nor hot, I'd haue thee know't.
Thou (like a Hound) perhaps maist licke her taile,
But further all thy wits cannot preuaile:
I wish thee from thy Kennell not to roame,
But for thine owne tooth keep thy Brache at home.
My Bitch will bite thee sorely, I am sure.
And where she fangs, 'tis commonly past cure.
At honest men shee'l neuer cry baw waw,
But she will snarle, and snap such knaues as thou.
As for my Cod let her be op'd and rip'd,
Let her be search'd to see what she hath ship'd,
And nothing in her all the world can see,
But sharpe Satyricke whips to torture thee.
All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | ||