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Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets

With variety of other drolling Verses upon several Subjects. Composed by no body must know whom, and are to be had every body knows where, and for somebody knows what [by John Eliot]
 

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To her Coadjutor.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To her Coadjutor.

As Midwives Coadiutors have, and whoors
Assisting Panders, to keepe safe their doors.
Sarjeants their Yeomen, Sheriffs have Undersheriffs,
Hangmen have fellow helpers, and as Theeves
Must Setters have, if they a good trade drive,
Even so a Baude if shee intend to thrive;
If shee be provident shee must provide
A carefull Deputy, to be a Guide
To wandering youth, grave Macarella knew
Well what shee did, when she made choice of you.
To old Canidia, you were Chambermaid,
Who drove as all men knew, a mighty trade,
She furnish't all the Senators with ware;
Of great Ambassadors she had a care;
And rather then shee would be destitute,
Her own fair Daughters shee would prostitute;
She was to strangers very charitable,
And would supply, so far as she was able
Distressed Matrons, and to a younger Brother
She was more open then her own dear mother:
Indeed the Court had ill been serv'd if shee

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Had been as simple as most ladies bee,
Then Macarella as before is said,
Did well to chuse so grave a chamber maid
To be her fellow helper, I commend her,
For well I know such providence will render
A great increase, and the adventurer raise
To great renown, and get them no small praise.
Alass what could the maids of honour do,
Sit like so many Hawks within a mew,
Without your industries and secret helps,
Feed on sheeps eyes, and play with whining whelps
Unto the old exchange they could not fly,
Nor could their trunks and wardrobs get supply,
They could not impe one feather in their train
Not eat, nor live, but by your fruitfull brain;
And though you walk with Cruches, yet in truth,
You are two Staves to weak and simple youth.
Walk on good Madam Baud with that your Mate,
You are two needfull members in a state.