Against Thraxus His Close Pastime
T HRAXUS once kissing a lasciuious whore,
About his waste her grappling armes did cast,
As if from her he should depart no more:
Vnlock (quoth he) what mean'st to make me fast?
If thou (to catch a wood-cocke) snare me so,
He flutter in thy cocke-shoote till I go:
But better (Thraxus) then to do so ill,
Still (wood-cock like) to hang but by the bill.
About his waste her grappling armes did cast,
As if from her he should depart no more:
Vnlock (quoth he) what mean'st to make me fast?
If thou (to catch a wood-cocke) snare me so,
He flutter in thy cocke-shoote till I go:
But better (Thraxus) then to do so ill,
Still (wood-cock like) to hang but by the bill.
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