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A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes

Which bite and barke at the fantasticall humorists and abusers of the time [by William Goddard]

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Satire 34.
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Satire 34.

[Deepe desp'rat daunger in this Satire lies]

Deepe desp'rat daunger in this Satire lies,
Cause desp'rat folkes it dus annotomize.
It tells what manner chatt, when woemen meete,
They each the other commonly doe greete.
Kate bidds hir Gossipp sitt, which once downe sett,


Then fall they vnto that, for which they mett.
That is to prate as they occasion take.
As each occasion for their purpose make,
Occasion good kinde Kate has full enough.
To praise hir gossipps fashonable ruffe.
Hir gossipp sitts not mumm, but shee agen,
Lookes on Kates gowne, and much comends it then,
Or on hir hatt, orelse vpon hir tyre,
Commending (for the fasshon) hir high wyre.
Protesting if hir husband were noe clowne,
Shee would (e're long) haue such a fasshon'd gowne.
Hee has enough (quoth shee) and then shee weepes,
But mee (Ifaith (the hogg) at hard-meat keepes.
At which; hir gossipp Kate comforts hir then,
And tells hir there's noe best amongst these men.
Tis thought that I quoth shee lead a good life,
But Gossipp, gossipp, since I were his wife,
God knowes it gossipp (speake to you I maie)
I haue endur'd manie a stormie daie,
And then dus too-kinde Kate a crying fall,
At ende of which, shee curseth man-kinde all.
Yet faith quoth shee why should wee freit at man?
They'le all be naught, lett vs doe what wee cann.
I, quoth hir gossipp, they bee crabby elues,
But letts be wise, & make much of ourselues.
And then the Custardes fetcht to cheare the harte,
At eating which, they'le laugh vntill they ---