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Yet swinken nat sans secrefie.
They asken that, and talken this,
15 “ Lo here is Coz, and here is Miss. But, as he glozeth with Speeches foote, The Ducke sore tickleth his Erse roote : Fore-piece and buttons all-to-brest, Forth thrust a white neck, and red crest. 20 Te-he, cry'd Ladies ; Clerke nought spake : Miss star'd; and gray Ducke crieth Quaake. “O Moder, Moder, (quoth the daughter) “ Be thilke same thing Maids longer a'ter ? “ Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke, “ Then truft on Mon, whose yerde can talke.
S P E N S E R.
The A L L E Y.
I ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,
A narrow Pass there is, with Houses low; Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd, And
many a Boat soft sliding to and fro. There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe,
5 The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and thriller
Squall : How can ye, Mothers, vex your Children so ? Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
II. And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10 Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by : And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry,
At ev'ry door are sun-burnt matrons seen,
15 Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry; Now singing Thrill, and scolding eft between; Scolds answer foul-mouth'd scolds; bad neighbour
hood I ween.
Close at my
heel with yelping treble flies ;
30 Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice : There learn’d the speech from tongues that never