A neaste of vvaspes latelie fovnd out and discouered in the Law-countreys yealding as sweete hony as some of our English bees [by William Goddard] |
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[Aske Crafte the Merchante whether hee doth walke]
Aske Crafte the Merchante whether hee doth walke;Why to th'exchaunge quoth hee t'exchaunge some talke
Askes' ietting wife; his lisping prettie bride
To what greene banck that golden snake doth slide
Shee lispes-out, to my garden trulie sir:
But wott you what t'is thither draweth hir?
Oh sir, thats hir exchaunge: shee walketh there
Tex'change hir bodie, in the open aire
Hir prentize there, his maisters factor proues
And choppes such wares as merchantes wiues best loues.
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