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Field or Fold thou hast been bousing,
Without Linen, Bedding, Housing;
In what Tavern, pray thee show us,
Here on Earth, or else below us?
Faust. O Mirtillus! I will shew thee
Thousand Places since I saw thee,
In the Bake-house I had switching,
In the Tap-house, Cook-shop, Kitchin;
This Way, that Way, each Way shrank I,
Little eat I, deeply drank I.
In my Progress traveling Northward,
Taking farewel of the Southward,
To Banbury came I, O profane-One!
Where I saw a Puritane-One,
Hanging of his Cat on Monday,
For killing of a Mouse on Sunday.
To Oxford came I, whose Companion
Is Minerva, Well Platonian;
From whose Seat do stream most seemly,
Aganippe, Hippocrene;
Each thing ther's the Muse's Minion,
The Horn at Queen's speaks pure Athenian.
Thence to Godstow, with my Lovers,
Where a Tomb a Strumpet covers;
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