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Gluttone.
You goodman Glutton, bellyed like a Butt,
Fac'd like the North-windes-picture in a Map:
Thou with the neuer satisfied gutt,
VVhose life is eate, and drinke, and take a nap.
Thou that if Wolner were aliue againe,
VVould'st eate more at a meale, then he in twaine.
Fac'd like the North-windes-picture in a Map:
Thou with the neuer satisfied gutt,
VVhose life is eate, and drinke, and take a nap.
Thou that if Wolner were aliue againe,
VVould'st eate more at a meale, then he in twaine.
Thou most vnhealthy lothsome rauenous beast,
That tak'st delight in nothing but excesse:
And hast a nose to smell out any Feast:
A brazen face to ceaze on euery messe,
That vndertakest nothing with good-will,
Vnlesse it be thy Pudding-house to fill.
That tak'st delight in nothing but excesse:
And hast a nose to smell out any Feast:
A brazen face to ceaze on euery messe,
That vndertakest nothing with good-will,
Vnlesse it be thy Pudding-house to fill.
Ile Stabbe thee.
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