Of Megs Marvell

Of Megs Maruell.

E PIG . 231.

M ARGRET doth muse how she so fat becomes
That eats but once a day,—to wit all day:
Her breasts like balloones, like great globes her bummes:
One sleepe serues her all night, that is to say,
 All night she sleepes, she snores, she farts, past care;
 Thus fares it with our Mare great, or great Mare.
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