Epigram.
A Jolly fellow Essex borne and bred,
A Farmers Sonne, his Father being dead,
T’expell his griefe and melancholly passions,
Had vowd himselfe to travell and see fashions.
His great mindes object was no trifling toy,
But to put downe the wandring Prince of Troy.
Londons discoverie first he doth decide,
His man must be his Pilot and his guide.