Wee nere found better welcome with worse lookes.
Here wee pay’d thankes and parted; and at night
Had entertainement, all in one mans right[83],
At Flore, a village; where our tenant shee,
Sharp as a winters morning, feirce yet free,
With a leane visage, like a carved face
On a court cupboard, offer’d up the place.
Shee pleas’d us well; but, yet, her husband better;
A harty fellow, and a good bone-setter[84].
Now, whether it were providence or lucke,