Upon Pimp.

Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.

Now Patrick with his footmanship has done,
His eyes and ears strive which should fastest run.

Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie
That sharply trickles from her either eye.
The laundresses, they envy her good-luck,
Who can with so small charges drive the buck.
What needs she fire and ashes to consume,
Who can scour linens with her own salt rheum?

Prigg, when he comes to houses, oft doth use,
Rather than fail, to steal from thence old shoes:
Sound or unsound be they, or rent or whole,
Prigg bears away the body and the sole.

How could Luke Smeaton wear a shoe, or boot,
Who two-and-thirty corns had on a foot.

Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them
Both with her husband's and her own tough fleam.