Unto no body my woman saith shee had rather a wife be,
Then to myself, not though Jove grew a suter of hers.
These be her words, but a woman's words to a love that is eager,
Midde [windes?] or waters stream do require to be writ.
XCIX. 10.
Fricatrice.
To a lewd harlot, a base fricatrice.
Ben Jonson, The Fox, iv. 2.
THE END.
BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
FOOTNOTES:
[A] The translation follows this edition (Oxford, 1867), in the constitution of the text, as well as in the sectional division of the poems.