Grammatical drollery consisting of poems & songs wherein the rules of the nouns & verbs in the accendence are pleasantly made easy, for the benefit of any that delight in a tract of this nature
Hickes, William, fl. 1671.


To the Tune of Well, well, 'tis true, That I'm fallen in love, and 'tis with you.
Go, go, you Slut,
That day and night art cramming of thy Gut
This sad and pinching year:
How can this mean Estate of mine
Supply that Gulphlike Paunch of thine,
Now every thing's so dear?
Remember once, you Jade, at Islington
You eat, besides of Bread and Cheese, a dozen Cakes alone
Once we did go
Abroad into the Fields to walk, you know;
And then, forsooth, you cri'd,
You were so faint for want of Meat,
And must have something then to eat,
Or else you should have di'd.
Yet thou didst eat, when we came out a door,
A Pidgeon-pye the crust and all, but half an hour before.
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Nay, more, you Swine:
When I invited once some Friends of mine,
You presently did fall
Upon the Meat was on the Spit,
And ere that we could eat a bit,
Thou hadst devour'd it all.
Retrench this gormandizing trade, you Whore,
Or else I vow by mighty Jove, I'll turn thee out a door.