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] |
A neaste of vvaspes latelie fovnd out and discouered in the Law-countreys | ||
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[Praie wronge not Late-coynd; giue the man his right]
Praie wronge not Late-coynd; giue the man his rightHee's made a gentleman although noe knight
Hath hee not bought a kinghts old cloathes? why than
Late-coynd I hope is made gentleman
For nowe tis cloathes the gentleman doth make
Men from gaie cloathes theire pedigrees doe take
But wott you what's the armes to such mens howse
Why this, hands chasinge of a rampant Lowse.
A neaste of vvaspes latelie fovnd out and discouered in the Law-countreys | ||