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Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 74: pup.: Peace, who’s this Long Meg? town.: Long and foule Meg, if she be a Meg, as ever I saw of her Inches: Pray God they fit her with a fair Fortune, shee hangs an Arse terribly. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 48: Therefore (till with his painfull Progenitors, he be able to beate it on the hoofe to the bene bouse, or the stauling Ken, to nip a ian, or clye the Iarke) ’tis thought fit he marche in the Infants Equipage. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 48: ’Tis thought fit he marche in the Infants Equipage With the Convoy, Cheats, and peckage / Out of the clutch of Harman-beckage, / To the Libkens at the Crackmans / Or some skipper of the Black-mans. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 64: I sweare by these ten / You shall have it agen. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 90: You must be beane-bowsy, / And sleepy and drouzy, / And lazy and louzy. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 48: Therefore (till with his painfull Progenitors, he be able to beate it on the hoofe to the bene bouse, or the stauling Ken, to nip a ian, or clye the Iarke) ’tis thought fit he marche in the Infants Equipage. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 70: Well, theres my two-pence; Ile bee jovy: my name’s Cockrell, and I am true bred. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 55: Here’s no Justice Lippus / Will seeke for to nip us / In Crampring, or Cippus. Masque of the Gipsies in Q. Horatius Flaccus (1640) 70: Claw a Churle by the Arse and he will shite in your fist. To my Detractor in Q. Horatius Flaccus 119: A Walk not the street / Out in the dog-dayes, least the Killer meet / Thy Noddle with his Club.