Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[A Barber and a Mower did contend] |
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[A Barber and a Mower did contend]
A Barber and a Mower did contend,With much adoe before their strife could end:
About the Priuiledge that each did clayme,
And thus the Barbar did his reasons frame.
Sir, I am head of all the trades that be,
For Kings must sit bare-headed vnto me;
The greatest Monarch that on earth we finde
Puts off to me: Mower, you come behinde?
T'other reply'd, Barber, in vaine you iarre,
I haue a priuiledge exceeds you farre,
For when by me, the Grasse with sieth is shorne,
Or that my Sickle cutteth downe the corne,
Vpon the stumps I boldly can vntrusse:
What Barber on his work, that dare do thus?
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