Cvres for the itch | ||
Chara, vilis.
Priscilla sprung from pitch of highest top,Scorning your proud late gallants to conuerse with,
Now lowly keeps a poore Tobacco shop,
For foot-boyes, grooms, & cullions to cōmerse with
But you must note she's poore and grown in yeares,
As by the rules of ragged times appeares.
Cvres for the itch | ||