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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[Page (quoth my Ladie) goe shitt the doore. The wind]
Page (quoth my Ladie) goe shitt the doore. The windWhispers to lowde: a Tyrant tis I find
Tis good lett badd guests out, but in noe more.
T'vnhappie wagg (fraught with a knauish witt)
Cryes, Maddam, tis not my office doores to shitt
Praie bidd your gentlewoman doo't: hir face
Doth looke as yf shee would shit eurie place.
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