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That I shew'd my self far prouder
Than when she more scornful shew'd her.
For the World, I would not prize her,
Yea, in time I should despise her,
Had she in her no good Fellow,
That would drink till he grew mellow:
Draw near and hear, thou shalt have all,
Hearing, joy in this my Travel.
First Day having drank with many,
To Islington from London came I,
Journey long, and grievous Weather,
Yet the Ev'ning brought me thither;
Having ta'en my Pots by th' Fire,
Summer Sand was never drier.
Thence to Kingsland, where were feeding
Cattle, Sheep, and Mares for breeding;
As I found it, there I feared
That myRosinant was wearied:
When he would jog on no faster,
Loose I turn'd him to the Pasture.
Thence to Totnam-high-Cross turning,
I departed 'fore next Morning:
Hostess on her Guests so doted,
Faustulus was little noted:
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