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2 I'th Street of Ware, good Boy, declare,
we shall haue money store, The Hollanders heere did tast our Beere,
while they could drinke no more; Some lost their gold, which struck the cold
though they were hot before: And vexing for anger,
their money to leese, They dranke old Sacke Vpse-freeze\ And lustily eate vp
their red-coted Cheese.
3 Relate againe, this Newes from Spaine,
that they are wondrous rich, The Fleet of late, hath helpt their State,
by bringing home so much; The States and Spaine, will too 't againe;
the Wars were nere none such, And Spinola vowes,
he no longer will stay, But raise his men by breake of day: Heele burne vp their Forts,
and goe marching away.
4 Say, France with peace hath great increase
from euery Country neere, The Boores betimes renew their Vines,
which lately spoyled were, And some suppose, while Vinyards grows
they make a shift with Beere: And tell them the next time
thou comst thither Post, Thou shalt bring news fro Englands Coast For that is the Newes,
that concernes vs all most.
5 Away againe, Post hence amaine,
and stranger Newes declare, To euery Towne, both wise and Clowne, that hath abiding there, |
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