Wit in a Wildernesse of Promiscuous Poesie | ||
On a crooked Scold.
Scorta (a Quean, no Fish-wife could out-scold her,Who wore cross natures Pack upon her shoulder)
Fell out with Clinch, and gave him vvorser vvords
Then Billinsgate (in Mackrell time) affords;
At vvhich he cryes (seeing it vain to prate)
Ye cursed crooked Whore, I'le kick you strait.
Wit in a Wildernesse of Promiscuous Poesie | ||