Epigram.
A Kinde of London-walker in a boote,
(Not George a Horse-backe, but a Gerge a foote,)
On ev’ry day you meete him through the yeare,
For’s bootes and spurs, a horse-man doth appeare.
Was met with, by an odde conceited stranger,
Who friendly told him that he walk’d in danger.
For Sir (in kindenes no way to offend you)
There is a warrant foorth to apprehend you.