Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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Enter the Taberer.
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Enter the Taberer.
I, but all will not doe,Without a Passe or two,
From him that pipes and tabers the Tattoo.
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Such a Jagge from his Vellam;
With his Whistle and his Club,
And his brac't halfe Tub,
That I thinke there ne're came before ye,
Though the Mothes lodged in't,
Or in Manuscript or print,
Such a pitifull Parchment story.
He that hammers like a Tinker
Kettle Musicke is a stinker,
Our Taberer bids him hearke it,
Though he thrash till he sweates,
And out the Bottome beates
Of his two Dosser Drummes to the Market.
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