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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![]() | A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | ![]() |
Satire 64.
[I tell thee Jack, amidst thy cupps of wyne]
I tell thee Jack, amidst thy cupps of wyne,Thou art not braue; thy tongue's not nimble fine.
At thy assotiats Iouall merriment.
Bee Iouall Ladd; stirr-vp thy tongue to walke,
A man in's cupps is priueleg'd to talke.
Why leaden-harted-man, why hadst thou birth
But to consume thy time in sprightfull mirth?
Soe thy tongue flippant be, care not man
Let it prate; noe matter what 'tis an.
Let thy comparissons mount vp tooth' skye:
Saie, what are Kinges but men? and foe am I
Th'art not true bredd, thou dreamest of thy ende,
Come, Rouse-vp Ladd, what old-Dadds get wee'l spend.
![]() | A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | ![]() |