Satyres and Satyricall Epigrams: With Certaine Observations at Black-Fryers: By H: F: [i.e. Henry Fitzgeffrey] |
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Knowest thou yon world of fashions now comes in
In Turkie colours carued to the skin.
Mounted Pelonianly vntill hee reeles,
That scornes (so much) plaine dealing at his heeles.
His Boote speakes Spanish to his Scottish Spurres,
His Sute cut Frenchly, round bestucke with Burres.
Pure Holland is his Shirt, which proudly faire,
Seemes to out-face his Doublet euery where,
His Haire like to your Moor's or Irish Lockes,
His chiefest Dyet, Indian minced Dockes.
What Countrey may-game might wee this suppose,
Sure one woo'd thinke a Roman by his Nose.
No! In his Habite better vnderstand,
Hee is of England by his Yellow Band.
In Turkie colours carued to the skin.
Mounted Pelonianly vntill hee reeles,
That scornes (so much) plaine dealing at his heeles.
His Boote speakes Spanish to his Scottish Spurres,
His Sute cut Frenchly, round bestucke with Burres.
Pure Holland is his Shirt, which proudly faire,
Seemes to out-face his Doublet euery where,
His Haire like to your Moor's or Irish Lockes,
His chiefest Dyet, Indian minced Dockes.
What Countrey may-game might wee this suppose,
Sure one woo'd thinke a Roman by his Nose.
Hee is of England by his Yellow Band.
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