 | Wits Bedlam, Where is had, Whipping-cheer, to cure the Mad |  |
The conclusion.
Now
Halla, here, my merry Muse,
No longer Time and Rime abuse;
And sith to both, thou hast don scath,
This shalbe thine Epitaph.
No longer Time and Rime abuse;
And sith to both, thou hast don scath,
This shalbe thine Epitaph.
Here lies a Muse (was made by Nine)
That drunken was with Wit, not Wine:
And yet the Bowells of her Wit
Being too full of Trash vnfit.
Here, like a Fart, doth let it slie,
More for hir ease, than honesty.
That drunken was with Wit, not Wine:
And yet the Bowells of her Wit
Being too full of Trash vnfit.
Here, like a Fart, doth let it slie,
More for hir ease, than honesty.
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