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Thence to Wedon, there I tarry'd,
In a Waggon to be carry'd;
Carriers there are to be found-a,
Who will drink till th' World run round-a:
"Pay good Fellows, I'll pay nought here,
"I have left * more than I brought here.
Thence to Tosseter on Tuesday,
Where an artful Bachelor choos'd I
To consort with; we ne'er budged,
But to Bacchus Revels trudged:
All the Night-long sat we at it,
Till we both grew heavy-pated.
Thence to Stratford where Frank †
Green-a,
Dainteist Doe that e'er was seen-a:
Venus varnish me saluted,
But no Beauty long can suit it:
Beauty feedeth, Beauty fadeth,
Beauty lost, her Wooer vadeth.
Holding on my Journey longer,
Strait at Brickhill, with Tom Younger;
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