Cvres for the itch | ||
Vsus natura.
Tristram Tobacco takes in's bed till noone,Then rising dines, drinks drunk, & fals to dice,
Sweares he'll not budge till all be lost or won:
Sees next a Play, or Kate his Cockatrice:
Sups at some Bawdy house, and Panders meets,
That picks his pockets, as he's homewards led:
Cals thē a thousand rogues: reels throgh the streets,
Drinks more Tobacco, spues, and goes to bed.
Cvres for the itch | ||