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Thence to * Godmanchester, by one,
With a Cloud as was Ixion,
Was I gull'd; she had no Fellow,
Her soft Lips were moist and mellow:
All Night vow'd she to lie by me,
But the Giglet came not nigh me.
Thence to Huntington, in a Cellar
With a Wench was there a Dweller,
I did bargain, but suspected
By the Host, who her affected;
Down the stairs he hurry'd quickly,
While I made me too too sickly.
Thence to Harrington, be it spoken!
For Name-sake I gave a Token
To a Beggar that did crave it,
And as cheerfully receive it;
More he need not me importune,
For 'twas th'utmost of my Fortune.
Thence to Stonegatehole, I'll tell here
Of a Story that befel there;
One who served an Attorney,
Ta'en with Beauty in his Journey;
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