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 3.
[Gallants you wil be Dyinge this Christemas]
Ile Praie that eyther of you well maie passe
I praie nowe perdon me, for this doubt I
That some of you at this time Ill will die
And then my noble waggs (excuse me hoe)
There is a thinge calls on you, West-ward hoe?
Dye well (mudd waggs) and here J will presadge
To gold (yf feynds barr not) youl haue passadge.
| A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | |