The history of the most renowned Don Quixote of Mancha and his trusty squire Sancho Pancha now made English according to the humour of our modern language and adorned with copper plates by J.P.

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The history of the most renowned Don Quixote of Mancha and his trusty squire Sancho Pancha now made English according to the humour of our modern language and adorned with copper plates by J.P.
Author
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de, 1547-1616.
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London :: Printed by Thomas Hodgkin, and are to be sold by William Whitwood ...,
1657.
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Betty Buly's Congratulation to Madam Dulcinea.

MAdam, my Name is Betty Buly, I pity your Condition, Truly. Had you but liv'd, where I did dwell, You nere should ha' led Apes in Hell. Better y' had link'd with City Fop, Then Mistress to a Nickapoop. But Madam, pray what smell is this? 'Tis neither Musk, nor Ambergreise. Oh— now I have it for a groat, Your Ladiship has sopt your Coat In Hogwash, Madam, a shrew'd sign Your Ladiship once fed the Swine. The best could fall of bad Mishaps, To save your leading Stygian Apes; For now you'l be employ'd to keep Our Master Satan's grunting Sheep.

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Oh happy you, as nere was none: Alass my Trade is lost and gone: Here's no men calls for lusty Chear, For Wine or pretty Lasses here. But, Madam, you are as you were.
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