All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.

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Title: All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.
Author: Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
Publication: At London :: Printed by I[ohn] B[eale, Elizabeth Allde, Bernard Alsop, and Thomas Fawcet] for Iames Boler; at the signe of the Marigold in Pauls Churchyard,; 1630.
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His Landing.

NOw here I land th•••••• S. Mary ••••••••••,
I think not for your worships wōted bawdries
I know your businesse is not for a wench,
The Tipstaffe tels me you are for the Bench,
Where you may feed your Muse on Carrat rootea,
And lie a bed, borrow no shooes or bootes,
And liue within the ruses, a good thing truly,
For such a man as you that liue vnruly:
Farewell, and yet I'l visit you againe,
When in a Rugg you Clanior at the Chaine.
And once againe when it falls to your lot,
Below your eare to weare the pendant ••••not.
Meane space because you are a merry Greeke,
I'l send thee bread and pottage thrice a weeke.