Poems consisting of Epistles and Epigrams, Satyrs, Epitaphs and Elogies, Songs and Sonnets With variety of other drolling Verses upon several Subjects. Composed by no body must know whom, and are to be had every body knows where, and for somebody knows what [by John Eliot] |
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To a great Lady of little worth, that used to say she
could eat the Author, if he were worth the eating.
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To a great Lady of little worth, that used to say she could eat the Author, if he were worth the eating.
Madam , I wonder since your honour knowsI dare speak truths, and dare maintain them too
How you durst put your self upon my censure,
Though well I know you are a cunning Fencer,
As in Romes Theatre did e're apear,
But Lady Gipsie let me crave your ear.
I know where all your Bastards were at nurse,
I know your Bauds, your Panders, nay what's worse
I know how one abortive was conveid
By your chayr-woman, or your chamber maid,
Into old Ajax broth, whose stinking breath,
Had nature given it life, had given it death.
Why do you tempt me then with oft repeating,
That you could eat me, were I worth the eating,
Keep close your teeth good Madam, lest that I
Open my mouth, and tell your villanie.
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