Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||
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The Fairies.
If ye will with Mab finde grace,Set each platter in its place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in ere Sun be set:
Wash your pales, and clense your Daries,
Sluts are loathsome to the Fairies;
Sweep your house, who doth not so
Mab will pinch her by the toe.
Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||