Those female folk that there did haunt,
To make their filled bellies gaunt,
And with that same the brook did launt,
Which no body, &c.
Are driven now to do’t on grasse,
And make a sallet for their A...
The world is come to a sweet passe,
Which no body, &c.
Now farewell friend we held so deare,
Although thou help’st away with our cheare,