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A WONDER IN KENT
That fights not for the fame of gold,
but for good belly cheare,
as well it doth appeare, the like wherof you nere did heare.
none may with him compare,
as I will here declare, the like Hues not I dare to sweare.
2 In Kent this fellow now doth Hue, At Harrisom as report doth giue, His Name is called Nicholas Wood, As I for truth haue vnderstood,
well knowne by men of fame,
his worth and name, that well can iustifie the same,
some Gentlemen and Knights,
to satisfie delights, haue sent for Wood to see his sleights.
3 He is not like these puling ones, That sits an houre picking bones,
A Sheepe or Calfe thats worth a Marke, On them heele brauely fall to worke, or if a Hogge it be, all's one quoth he, in one houres space you none shall see, his stomacke is so strong, nothing will doe him wrong, the Deuill is sure his guts among.
4 What talke I of a Sheepe or Calfe, Alas these exploits are not halfe,
A Hogs a thing that much will eate, Fish, Flesh, Fowles, Frogges, or such like meat, yet Wood is of such power, that he within an houre a good fat Hogge he did deuoure, his like was neuer none as plainely may be shone, not one like him was euer known.