Thus from Sice-sinke,[189] we'r sunke below Dewce-ace,[190]
And both of us are Impes of blacke disgrace.
Pins pricke us, and Wine frets our very hearts.
That we have rais'd the price of Pints and Quarts.
Thou (in mine eares) thy lyes and tales didst foyst.
And madst me up the price of Sea-coales hoyst.
Corne, Leather, Partrich, Pheasant, Rags, Gold twist,
Thou brought'st all to my Mill, what was't we mist?
Weights, Bon lace,[191] Mowstraps, new, new, Corporation,
Rattles, Seadans,[192] of rare invented fashion,