The house of correction: or, Certayne satyricall epigrams. Written by I.H. Gent. Together with a few characters, called Par pari: or, Like to like, quoth the deuill to the collier

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The house of correction: or, Certayne satyricall epigrams. Written by I.H. Gent. Together with a few characters, called Par pari: or, Like to like, quoth the deuill to the collier
Author
I. H.
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London :: Printed by Bernard Alsop, for Richard Redmer, and are to be sold at his shoppe at the west end of Saint Pauls Church,
1619.
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Epigrams, English.
Characters and characteristics -- Early works to 1800.
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"The house of correction: or, Certayne satyricall epigrams. Written by I.H. Gent. Together with a few characters, called Par pari: or, Like to like, quoth the deuill to the collier." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A02441.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 18, 2024.

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On Smithfield.

T'Was Faire at Smithfield once, but once a yeere; At Bartholmetide: but now the Cities care Hath mad it fayre at all times, paued it round. T'is twentie shillings better by the pound. Nor haue they much bestowed their cost amisse, Since there's no Soile so plentifull as this; Heere's Hay in great abundance, heads of Cattell; As Horses, Oxen, hither come to battle: Yet what is strangest, It nere needeth dressing. Here is the horne of plentie. Vulcans blessing.
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