| A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | |
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Satire 6.
[Ere long I thinke that Deela meanes to trie]
Ere long I thinke that Deela meanes to trie,
If shee like birdes ith'aire can soare & flie.
Fewe Fowles like to this fowle, more feathers weares
For on hir head & handes, huge plumes shee beares,
And cause shee wil the easlier take hir flight,
Shee makes hir harte & heeles exceeding light,
Hir heeles, with lightest corke this light-one stuffes,
Hir harte, (through quills of pride) with winde shee puffes.
Oh sure shee'le flie, and thus shee'le make hir flight,
From Luste his lande, to Letchr'ies soyle out-right.
| A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes | |
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