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To his Memory saluted,
Whose branch'd Head was last cornuted.
Thence to Holloway, Mother Red-cap,
In a Troop of Trulls I did hap:
Whores of Babylon me impalled,
And me their Adonis called;
With me toy'd they, bus'd me, cull'd me,
But being needy, out they pull'd me.
Thence to Islington at Lion,
Where a juggling I did spy one:
Nimble with his Mates consorting,
Mixing cheating with his Sporting:
Creeping into th' Case of's Viol,
Spoil'd his juggling, made them fly all.
Country left, I in a Fury
To the Axe in Alderm'n-bury
First arriv'd, that place slighted,
From the Rosein Holbourne lighted:
From the Rose in Flaggons sail I
To the Griffin i' th'Old-Baily
Where no sooner do I waken,
Than to the Three Cranes am I taken;
Where I lodge and am no starter,
Till I see the Summer quarter;
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