One groat out of this purse of mine
to pay his masters debt:
Why should I deal with sharking Rookes,
that seeke poore guls to cozen,
To give twelve pence for a quart of wine,
of ale 'twill buy a dozen.
'Twill make me sing, I cannot go home &c
The old renowned Ipocrist[172]
and Raspie[173] doth excell,