142 on] in 1660. or] and 1660. 'breasts, not ears' MS.
145-6 Or as a modern Newcastle song, more decently but less picturesquely, puts it in the lass's own mouth—
'He sits in his hole,
As black as a coal,
And brings the white money to me—O!'
An Elegy upon King Charles the First,
murdered publicly by his Subjects.
Were not my faith buoyed up by sacred blood,
It might be drowned in this prodigious flood;
Which reason's highest ground doth so exceed,