 | The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge |  |
In Amorosum.
Had I not vow'd almost to write no more,Spruce (Amorosus) I could not forbeare:
To tell the world how like a common-Whore,
Thou spend'st each morne in trimming of thy haire.
Which hauing done, and finisht nere so soone,
Thou look'st no better then a wilde Baboone.
| The Mastive, or Young-Whelpe of the Olde-Dogge | |