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THE PEDLAR OPENING HIS PACK
3 And if that you do please
to see my Fardle open, My burden for to ease,
I hope that we shall Copen then straight waies.
4 From Turky, France and Spaine,
doe come my cheifest Treasure, Which doth cost much paine, I sell by waight and measure, for small gaine.
5 Farre-fetcht Indian ware,
and China hard to enter: Which to get is rare,
costs many Hues to venter, we nere care.
6 From Venice Citie comes
great store of rare Complection, From westerne lies your Gummes to keep Teeth from infection, and from Rhewmes.
7 Heere is a water rare,
will make a wench that's fiftie, For to looke more fayre
then one that wants of twenty, stil'd from the Ayre.
8 A Perriwig to weare,
or Couer for bare places: If you haue lost your heare, full many one it graces: tis not deare.
9 Heeres Poking stickes of Steele,
and Christall Looking Glasses: Here globes that round will wheele to see each one that passes, Dildo Dill.