Than of the Great Navar.
His Queen, she is a little Wench,
Was born in Spain, speaks little French,
Ne’er like to be a Mother:
But let them all say what they will, [p. 68.]
I do beleeve, and shall do still,
As soon the one as t’other.
Then why should Lewis be so just,
Contented be to take his lust [? he]
With his lascivious Mate,