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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[Boye, bring my horse quoth Shift; but doe not tarye]
Boye, bring my horse quoth Shift; but doe not taryeThis meale I meane to saue an ordynarie
Who will I hope to dynner envite mee:
Ile bring your horse his boye replies; But sir
You'l loose your labour yf you visitt hir
Hir Cooke for dynner nothing ready makes
Till dinners paste shee alwaies phisick takes
Shee'l not bee seene; hir chamber shee keepes then
To eate, and feed, and feed, and eate agen.
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