That Fools they are all——which had long been suspected.
At the Red Lyon at Egham, and in the Windows at many other Places.
Cornutus call’d his Wife both Whore and Slut,
Quoth she, you’ll never leave your Brawling—but—
But, what? quoth he: Quoth she, the Post or Door;
For you have Horns to But, if I’m a Whore.
In a Window at the Pudding-House in the Road to Islington.
The End of all, and in the End
The Praise of all depends:
A Pudding merits double Praise,