The delectable history of Poor Robin the merry sadler of Walden Shewing many merry passages of his life, of harmless mirth, to lengthen delight, and frive away melancholly

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Title: The delectable history of Poor Robin the merry sadler of Walden Shewing many merry passages of his life, of harmless mirth, to lengthen delight, and frive away melancholly
Author: Winstanley, William, 1628?-1698.
Publication: [London] :: Printed for J. Conyers, bookseller, at the sign of the black Raven in Fetter-Lane, near Holborn,; [c. 1680]
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CHAP. XV. How poor Robin served a Bricklayer. (Book 15)

NOt long after, poor Robin having been late abroad amongst his Pot-companions and being elevated with Béer, he resolved once more to counterfeit himself a Gentlemans man, at the same time was a very deep Snow, whereupon he calls at a Bricklayers house, tel∣ling him his Master (naming a Gentleman that lived some two mile off, and where he knew that Bricklayer used to work) would have him come on the morning, and bring. a bunch of Lath with him, to mend up a seiling which the Snow had broken down; the next morning the Bricklayer got up be times, and with a bunch of Lath on his shoulder, went to the Gentlemans house, being each step almost up to the knees in Snow, but the weather was not more cold than his entertainment, for the Gentleman thinking he came to jeer him, swore at him like a Cut-purse. Whereupon the poor Bricklayer was forced to go home again like a fool as he came.