Said she, for this I had not a kiss,
and was not, was not that a pity?
Printed for J. Bissel,[12] in West Smithfield.
[11] Congées, low bows.
[12] James Bissel lived at the Bible and Harp, by the Hospital Gate, and published between 1685 and 1695.
[1.] There was a Priest in the Country, which had christned a Child; and when he had christned it, he and the clark were bidden to the drinking that should be there, and thither they went with other people, and being there, the Priest drunk and made so merry that he was quite foxed,[13] and thought to go home before he laid him down to sleep; but having gone a little way, he grew so drowsie, that he could go no further, but laid him down by a ditch side, so that his feet did hang in the water, and lying on his back, the Moon shined in his face: thus he lay till the rest of the Company came from drinking, who as they came home found the Priest lying as aforesaid, and they thought to get him away, but do what they could he would not rise, but said, Do not meddle with me, for I lie very well, I will not stir hence before morning, but I pray you lay some more cloathes on my feet, and blow out the Candle, and let me lie and take my rest.
[13] Drunk.
In Getam.
[5.]Geta from wool and weaving first began,
Swelling and Swelling to a gentleman;