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Follies Anatomie

or Satyres and Satyricall Epigrams. With a compendious History of Ixion's Wheele. Compiled by Henry Hutton

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[All haile Tom Tospot: welcome to the Coast.]
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[All haile Tom Tospot: welcome to the Coast.]

All haile Tom Tospot: welcome to the Coast.
What Paris news canst brag of, or make bost?
Thy phisnomie bewraies thou canst relate
Some strange exploits attempted in the State.
I know th'hast courted Venus lusting dames,
'Twas thy intēt whē thou tookst ship on Thames.
Let's sympathize thy hap, enioy some sport.
What art thou sencelesse, dead-drunk, alla mort?
Gallants, this abiect obiect which you see,
Is an old picture of Gentilitie.


With Coriat he trauell'd hath by land,
To see Christs crosse, the tree where Iudas hangd.
Diuelin and Amsterdam his sea crab pase,
With other countries moe, did often trace.
Earth's circled orbe, he frequent trudged, went,
With lesse expences then Tom Odcombe spent:
With fewer cloaths, thogh furnisht with mo shifts
With sparing diet, fewe receiued gifts.
Tom had one payre of stockins, shooes, one suite;
But Tospots case Tom Coxcombs doth confute.
For he has trauell'd all Earths globe a foote,
Without whole cloathes, good stockin, shooe or boote.
His ragged iournall, I bemone, condole;
Yet (God be thankt) he is return'd all-hole.
Tom had assistants, as his bookes report:
But Tospot trauell'd voide of all consort;
Hauing no creature with him whiles he slept,
Or walkt; but such as in his bosome crept.
Tospot detests all cloaths, hates new found forme,
Vnlesse it were no cloaths at all were worne.
Which Method (I dare say) he would obserue,
Goe naked with his com-ragges, beg, and sterue.
He is no boasting Thraso which will vant
Of his aduentures, penurie, and scant.
Yet if you please to reade my slender Muse,
I shall describe the humor he doth vse.
Tobaccho, Bottle ale, hot Pippin-pies:
Such traffique, merchandize, he daily buies.


With belly-timber, he doth cram his gut,
With double iugges doth his Orexis glut,
Sweares a God-dam-me for the tapsters shottes,
And may pledge no health lesse then with 2. pots.
He has a Sword to pawne in time of neede,
A perfect beggers phrase wherewith to pleade
For maintenance, when his exhausted store
Is profuse lauisht on some pockie whore.
Tibornes triangle trees will be the thing,
Must send this knaue to Heauens in a string.