The hovse of correction or, certayne satyricall epigrams. Written by I. H. Gent. [i.e. John Heath]. Together with a few Characters, called Par Pari: or, like to like, quoth the Deuill to the Collier |
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In Briscum.
His Father being dead, Briscus was told,And found ere long where was his fathers gold,
All Angels rich, but poorely clad in leather.
Briscus tooke pitty on them, and straight hither
Sends some for Sattin, other some for Tissue,
Gloues, Scarfes, Hats, Hangers: but now marke the issue,
They all being freed, did all consent together,
And took their flight, poor Briscus knows not whither,
which he lamēts, blaming those former kings,
Who made a Law, he might not clippe their wings.
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