The flesh for to eat,
and the hide for leather:
Sing Oh &c—
FINIS.
Printed for C. Passinger, at the seven stars in the New Buildings on London-bridge—
[17.] A Miser having a sheep stolen from him, by a poor man, would needs send him to Prison, saying there was not so damn'd a Rogue in the World; Pray, Sir, said he, remember yourself, and be good to me—
[12.]A Glass, when a G
Is took away, I.C.
Is a Lass, I mean of the Game,