The Second part of The Nights Search Discovering The Condition of the various Fowles of Night. Or, The second great Mystery of Iniquity exactly revealed: With the Projects of these Times. In a Poem, By Humphrey Mill |
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Come, let us share our boungs, thou must away,
My enter'd Rogue! ten groats shall be thy pay.
My little Gill, thy subtle antique tricks
Gaine foure shillings, I'le have the other six.
This parting Cup shall drown all care and sorrow,
Chuck thou art mine to night, and his to morrow.
My enter'd Rogue! ten groats shall be thy pay.
My little Gill, thy subtle antique tricks
Gaine foure shillings, I'le have the other six.
This parting Cup shall drown all care and sorrow,
Chuck thou art mine to night, and his to morrow.
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