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Epigram. 13. Quo ruis ab demens?
Londons progresse.
Why how now Babel, whither wilt thou build?I see old Holborne, Charing-crosse, the Strand,
Are going to St. Giles his in the field;
Saint Katernes she shakes Wapping by the hand:
And Hoggesdon will to Hy-gate ere't be long.
London is got a great way from the streame,
I thinke she meanes to goe to Islington,
To eate a messe of straw-berries and Creame.
The Citty's sure in Progresse I surmise,
Or going to reuell it in some disorder
Without the Walles, without the Liberties,
Where she need feare nor Mayor nor Recorder.
Well, say she do; 'twere pretty, but 'twere pitty
A Middlesex Bayliffe should arrest the Citty.
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