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The last remains of Sr John Suckling

Being a Full collection Of all his Poems and Letters which have been so long expected, and never till now Published, with The Licence and Approbation of his Noble and Dearest friends

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A Pedler of Small-wares.

A Pedler I am, that take great care
And mickle pains for to sell Small-ware:
I had need do so, when women do buy,
That in small wares trade so unwillingly.
L. W.
A Looking-glass, wilt please you Madam buy,
A rare one 'tis indeed; for in it I
Can shew what all the world besides can't do,
A Face like to your own, so fair, so true.

L. E.
For you a Girdle, Madam; but I doubt me
Nature hath order'd there's no Waste about ye:
Pray therefore be but pleas'd to search my Pack,
There's no ware that I have that you shall lack.

L. E. L. M.
You Ladies, want you Pins? if that you do,
I have those will enter, and that stiffly too:
It's time you choose in troth, you will bemone
Too late your tarrying, when my Pack's once gone.

L. B. L. A.
As for you Ladies, there are those behind
Whose ware perchance may better take your mind:
One cannot please ye all; the Pedler will draw back,
And wish against himself, that you may have the knack.
J. S.