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 |
His Landing.
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His Landing.
Now here Iland thee at S. Mary Awdries,I think not for your worships wōted bawdries
I know your businesse is not for a wench,
The Tipstaffe tels me you are for the Bench,
Where you may feed your Muse on Carrat rootes,
And lie a bed, borrow no shooes or bootes,
And liue within the rules, a good thing truly,
For such a man as you that liue vnruly:
Farewell, and yet I'l visit you againe,
When in a Rugg you Clamor at the Chaine.
And once againe when it falls to your lot,
Below your eare to weare the pendant knot.
Meane space because you are a merry Greeke,
I'l send thee bread and pottage thrice a weeke.
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