To see if she would be my valentine[°];
But woe, alass[°], she was not to be found,
For she was shifted to an upper[°] ground:
Good Justice Dudgeon-haft, and crab-tree face[°],
With bills and staues had scar'd hir[°] from the place;
And now she was compel'd, for Sanctuarie[°],
To flye unto a house of venerie[°].
Thither went I, and bouldlie made enquire[°]
If they had hackneis[°] to lett-out to hire,
And what they crau'd[°], by order of their trade,