A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes Which bite and barke at the fantasticall humorists and abusers of the time [by William Goddard] |
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Satire 63.
[VVhy how now drowsie Dick? what halfe a sleepe?]
VVhy how now drowsie Dick? what halfe a sleepe?Come madd-capp; followe me & I will steepe
Thy muddye braines in sparkling Charnico,
Come rise damb'd Rogue; slydd skabb it shall be soe,
Why how now Asse? what ayel'st t'ou foole to whyne?
What crying? s'harte this is ex'lent fine,
Thou pul'st, & snul'st: a great peece matter why?
Forsooth by cause thou told'st thy Dadd a lie.
Why horson foole, was't not done in thy drinke?
Slidd; thou't prooue an Idyeot (sure) I thinke.
Did'st euer see mee in this pulling passe?
Yet I haue call'd (e're now) my Father Asse.
My wife yong Witch, my Mother worne-out Punck.
Well: what a this? they'd saie but I was drunck.
Come faithfull Dick, let's drincke, thou must not crye,
Thou't ne're make Theefe, that pul'st soe at a lie.
| A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | |