1080. UPON DOLL.
No question but Doll's cheeks would soon roast dry,
Were they not basted by her either eye.
1081. UPON HOG.
Hog has a place i' the' kitchen, and his share,
The flimsy livers and blue gizzards are.
1087. UPON GUT.
Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease
Make him thus swell, or windy cabbages.
1101. UPON SPUR.
Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths,
He's double honour'd, since he's got gay clothes:
Most like his suit, and all commend the trim;
And thus they praise the sumpter, but not him:
As to the goddess, people did confer
Worship, and not to th' ass that carried her.