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CHA U CE R.
Yet swinken nat fans fecrefie.
They asken that, and talken this,
15 “ Lo here is Coz, and here is Miss." But, as he glozeth with Speeches foote, , The Ducke sore tickleth his Erse roote : Fore-piece and buttons all-to-brest, Forth thrust a white neck, and red crest. 20 Te-he, cry'd Ladies ; Clerke nought spake : Miss star'd; and gray Ducke crieth Quaake. « O Moder, Moder, (quoth the daughter) “ Be thilke same thing Maids longer a'ter ? “ Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke, 25 “ Then trust on Mon, whose yerde can talke.”
Squall : How can ye, Mothers, vex your Children so? Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter
II. And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10 Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry.
At ev'ry door are sun-burnt matrons seen, 15
bourhood I ween.
my heel with yelping treble flies
30 Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice: There learn’d she speech from tongues
that never cease.