London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.

Of a Ladies Dog, and her Husband.

LAugh, good my Masters, if you can intend it, For yonder comes a Fool that will defend it. Saw you a verier Ass in all your Life, That makes himself a Pack-horse to his Wife? I would his Nose where I could wish were warm, For carrying Pearl so pretty under's Arm: Pearl his Wise's Dog, a pretty Sweet-fac'd Cur, That barks at night at the least fart doth stir, Is now not well, his Cold is scarcely broke; Therefore, good Husband, wrap him in thy Cloak: And Sweet-heart, prethee help me to my Mask: Hold Pearl but tender, for he hath a Lask. Here, take my Muff; and do you hear, good man, Now give me Pearl, and carry you my Fan: Alas poor Pearl! The Wretch is full of pain: Husband, take Pearl; give me my Fan again. See how he quakes! Faith I am like to weep: Come to me, Pearl: my Scarff, good Husband, keep. To be with me, I know my Puppy loves: Why Pearl, I say! Husband, take up my Gloves.

Thus goodman Ideot thinks himself an Earl, That he can please his Wife, and carry Pearl. But others judge his State to be no higher Than a Dogs Yeoman, or some Pippin-Squire.