¶ The Praise, of Cleane Linnen. With The Commendable vse of the Laundresse.

By John Taylor.

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LONDON Printed by E: All-de for Hen. Gosson. 1624.

The Epistle dedicatorie. To the most Mundifying, Clarifying, Purifying, and Repurifying, Cleanser, Clearer, and Reformer of De­formed and polluted Linnen, Martha Legge Esquiresse, transparent, vnspotted, Snow-Lilly­white Laundresse to the Right worshipfull and generous the Innes of Court, of the middle Temple, with diuers others in the rancke of Nobilitie, Gen­tilitie, and tranquilitie, your poore and vnknowne Poeticall Oratour Iohn Taylor, in humilitie and seruilitie, craues your Patronages abilitie, in defence of his imbecilitie.

MOst cleanely and profest An­tagonist to vermine, dirte, and filth, as Dragmatus the Dia­gorian Stigmatist very wor­thily wrot in his treatise of the antiquity of Shapparoones and carelesse Bands; Rushto [...] ton tumeron smolensco whish wherlibumque. Which is in English, That to conserue and keepe cleane, is as much or more then to make cleane: and I knowing by long experience that your [Page] [...] for our health [...] vpon those g [...]e [...] I haue p [...]esumed to [...] to your [...]. No [...] doubting [...] of your I ennity [...] fault [...] as are not [...] th [...]ough [...]ant of igno­ [...] [...] Sta [...]h of your [...] will stiff [...]n the wea­ [...]e [...]sse [...] [...]eble and limber labours, [...] [...]ee able to stand like a stoute [...] D [...]gge, against the opposition of [...] Mungerels: I haue in this [...], set forth the praise and [...] of Cleane Linnen, with [...] pa [...]nes of the Laundresse: [...] Lawndres I finde to bee both [...] de [...]gat [...]ry to your comly, [...] near, sweete and [...] for the Annagram of [Page] [...] F [...]sh [...] [...] most [...] your glory [...] to be termed [...] of Lawne, [...] dresse, Lawnd [...]esse, [...] lesdresse, [...] which [...] for you are the [...] Cap a pea [...] Socke, to the [...] and from the [...] and well beloued [...] in I am strucke [...] daunted [...] accompany [...] chast [...]t [...]. For [...] enter a Gen [...] [...] [Page] [...] of his soule [...] in his bed, to [...] h [...]m [...] your bare and naked mercy, [...], in pitty [...] you put [...] cleaue [...] leauing him in a clea­ [...] [...] th [...]n you found [...] doub [...] bu [...] such objects [...] pro­ [...] [...] temptations to fraile flesh and [...] as I said before, your courage [...] constancy alwayes brings you fairely of and on, though thousands weaker yes­ [...] [...] would be cra [...] in these [...] As for your good [...] who [...] L [...]gge by name, my poore [...] makes a legge in courtesie to him & [...] both. Some Cobling Coxcombes in [...] and [...]udgement, will terme him a [...], w [...]est good manners entitles [...] Tratis [...]ator When I thinke vpon the [...] correspondency of both your [...] approue i [...] [...]tune for a wise [...] chapping such a con­ [...] [...] a mender, and [...], speake truth [Page]you [...] both [...] how many will [...] mond your [...] (were and cleare, [...] our wicked and [...] vpright the is [...] and wayeth much of [...] worke is sild [...] shewes the true [...] Name: and [...] more [...] whereof, [...] house, doth good [...] be­tweene the Legges, [...] husband may [...] Poetically make an H [...]merez Legges are the sup [...]o [...]ters [...] holds and [...] A gool Legge [...]a grea [...] grace [...] creetlyessex [...] to the ca [...]e, me not too much [...]indled in the [...] wo [...]e Translot knowes that a [...] mourfo [...] go [...] [...]ogge, we a [...] or visor for bad [...]. [Page]mens many a Gentleman vsher will say [...]hatu [...] est of all parts of the Body the Legge beares the prick and praise It is embrodered with veines, inlaid with Ar­teries, enchased with Nerues, interlac'd with Muscles, ennamel'd with Sinewes, interwouen with Membranes, intermixt with Tēnons, embost with Ankles, hauing a Neate Foote for a Man, and fiue Toes for Pages to attend it. More for the honour of Legges; what is better meate then the Legges of Beife, Mutton, Lambe, Porke, Capon, Turkey, Goose or Woodcocke? Nay, there is such vertue in them, that any reasonable Cooke with a Stooles Legge (& something else) wil make good broath. To finish my prolixious short briee, and tedious dedication, I wish that you and your Husband in coniugall combintion, in the way of Procreation, may mul­tiplie and make Legges, whic [...] is a part of good Manners and Cortesie, whereof these vnmannerly times almost barren. Thus referring my [...]se and [Page]my labours to be accepted and censured according to the purity and integrity of both your reforming functions, with my prayers for the cleane amendment of all soulers of Linnen, and the reforming of all bad Legges for the better supportation of Washers, Starchers and Translaters I remaine,

He whose sinfull so [...]rs [...] bumbl [...] at the m [...]r [...]y of your washing Bo [...]te, [...]a T [...]a.

The Praise of Cleane Laennen.

MY M [...]se [...]ydings beings [...] [...]ster [...]
Nor from the Fridg [...]de or the [...]
She hath not sea [...]: Amer [...] [...]as [...]ounds,
Nor forag'd ouer A [...]ces [...]co [...]ned grounds;
For this here vnder W [...]nt [...]ueld [...]or
Vnto the Welch, the Ir [...]sh [...] the Scot
To Towne nor C [...]e did I make repu [...]e,
Nor did I buy in Market or [...]n Faire
This L [...]nnen Treasure; but [...]n [...]ed none.
Where (Cares except, Be [...]fellowe [...]ad [...]one
My drowsie M [...]e [...] straight he nee [...]:
This welbeloued sub [...]ect [...]wixt me [...]hee [...]es.
Yet, though not farre [...] mu [...]e for [...] [...]ome.
I did accept [...] when she [...]ougnt [...]r [...]ome.
And taking Pe [...] [...]
What you may [...] and [...].
And O sweete I [...]
(Though of thee [...])
Yet, for I [...]
And with my [...]
Assist thy Poet, neuer let him lacke
A comely cleanly Shirt vnto his backe.
Cleane Linnen, is my Mistris, and my Theame
Flowes, like an ouer-flowing plenteous streame,
But first I will discouer what I meane
By this same seemly word, which men call Cleane:
As Titans light's offenciue to the Owle,
So Cleane is opposite to what is fowle:
Yet (in the Ayre) some flying Fowle there are,
Which tane, & cleanly drest, are Fowle cleane fare,
But fowly drest, when it is fairely tooke:
Foule is that Fowle, a foule ill take that Cooke.
But to the worde cald Cleane, it is allotted,
The admirable Epithite Vnspotted,
From whence all soylde pollution is exiled,
And therefore Cleane is called vndefiled:
'Tis faire, 'tis clarified, 'tis mundifide,
And from impuritye is purifide.
But to be truely Cleane is such a state
As gaines the Noble Name immaculate:
And I wish all mankinde the grace might win
To be (as here I meane) all Cleane within.
As 'tis no grace a man a man to bee,
If outward forme want inward honesty:
[...]o Linnen if with (Cleane) it be not grac'd,
Tis noysome, loathsome, and it giues distaste.
A [...] Virtue man or woman doth adorne,
So (Cleane) is Linnens vertue; and is wome
For pleasure, proffit, and for ornament,
Throughout the Worlds most spacious continent.
Much more of this word (Cleane) might here be writ,
But tediousnesse is enemy to wit,
Cleane Linnen now my verse descends to thee,
Thou that preordinated wert to be
Our Corps first Couer, at our naked Birth:
And our last Garment when we turne to Earth.
So that all men Cleane Linnen should espie,
As a memento of mortallitie:
And that a Sheete vnto the greatest State,
Is th' Alpha and Omega of his Fate.
As at our Births Cleane Linnen doth attend vs;
So doth it all our whole liues Race befriend vs,
Abroade, at home, in Church or common-wealth;
At bed, or Boord, in sicknesse and in health.
It figures forth the Churches puritie,
And Spotlesse Doctrine, and integritie:
Her State Angellicall, whate innocence;
Her Nursing loue, and bright magnificence.
Yet some for linnen doe the Church forsake,
And doe a Surplice for a [...] beare take.
But alwaies to the Chur [...] bring mine eares.
Not eyes, to note what Robes Churchmē weares.
Now from the Church let vs returne but home,
And there the Cloth is laid against you come,
Though raging hunger make the Stomack wroath
[...]is halfe asswaged by laying of the Cloath.
For in the warres of eating, 'tis the vse
A Table of cloth is hungers flagge of Truce:
Whilst in the fight the Napkins are your friends
And waite vpon you, at your fingers endes.
Your Dinner and your Supper ouer-past
By Linnen in your beds, you are embrac'd,
Then, twixt the sheetes refreshing rest you take,
And turne from side to side, and sleepe, and wake:
And sure the sheetes in euery Christian Nation
Are walles or limites of our generation,
For where desire, and loue, combined meetes
Then ther's braue doings twixt a paire of sheetes:
But where a Harlots lust doth entertaine,
There one sheetes pennance, bides the shames of twaine
To all degrees my counsaile here is such
That of the Lower sheete, take not too much.
As from our beds we ofte doe cast our eyes,
Cleane Linnen yields a shirt before we rife,
Which is a garment Shifting in condition
And in the Canting tongue is a Commission:
In weale or woe, in joy or dangerous drifts
A shirt will put a man vnto his shifts.
For vnto it belongs this fatall lot
It makes him shift that hath or hath it not.
The man that hath a shirt doth shift and chaunge
And he that hath no shirt doth shift and raunge,
So the conclusion of this pointe must fall,
He shifteth most that doth not shift at all.
Besides, a shirt, most magically can
Tell if it's owner be an honest man:
The washing will his honesty bewraye,
For, the lesse soape will wash his shirt they saye,
Most men, Cleane shirts at such esteeme do prise
That the poor'st theefe who at the gallowes dyes
If but his shirt is Cleane, his mind is eas'd,
He hanges the hansomer, and better pleas'd.
Next at the smocke I needes must haue a flirte
(which is indeede the sister to a shirt)
'Tis many a females Linnen tenement,
Whilst twixt the quarters she receaue herrent.
A smock's her store-house, or her ware-house ra­ther
where she her cōmings in doth take & gather.
Hit gaines by it are more then can be told,
'Tis her reuenue, and her coppy-hold,
Her owne fee simple, she alone hath power
To let and set at pleasure euery hower.
'Tis a commodity that giues no day,
'Tis taken vp, and yet yeelds ready paye,
But for most other wares, a man shall be
Allow'd for payment dayes three months & three.
Yet hath a smocke this great preheminence
(Where honour's mix'd with modest Innocence)
It is the Robe of maryed chastitie,
The vaile of Heauen-belou'd Virginitie,
The chaste concealemēt of those fruits close hidde [...]
Which to vnchaste affections are forbidden,
It is the Casket or the Cabinet
where Nature hath her chiefest Jewels set:
For what so ere men toyle for, farre and nere
By s [...]a or land, with danger, cost, and feare,
Warres wrinkled brow, & the smooth face of peace
Are both to serue the Smocke, and its encrease.
The greatest Kings, and wisest Counsellours,
Stout Souldiers, and most sage Philosophers:
The welthiest Merchants, and Artificers,
Pleibeians, and Plough-toyling labourers,
All these degrees, & more haue woo'd and praide,
And alwayes to the Smocke their tributes paide.
Besides, 'tis taken for a fauour great,
(When one his mistris kindly doth entreate)
He holds these words as Iewels dropt from hir,
You first shall doe as doth my Smocke sweete Sir.
This Theame of Smocke is very large and wide,
And might (in Verse) be further amplifide:
But I thinke best a speedy end to make
Least for a Smel-smocke some should me mistake,
I first began it with a flirt or floute
And ending, with a mocke, I will goe out.
The An [...]gram of SMOCKE I finde is MOCKES,
And I conclude a pox of all strait Smockes.
Now vp aloft I mount vnto the Ruffe,
W [...]ch into foolish mortals pride doth puffe:
Yet Ruffes antiquity is here but small,
Within this eightie yeares, not one at all,
For th [...] [...]ighth Henry, (as I vnderstand)
Was the first King that euer wote a Band,
And but a falling Band, plaine with a hem,
All other people knew no vse of them,
Yet Imitation in small time began
To growe, that it the Kingdome ouer-ran:
The little Falling-bands encreac'd to Ruffes,
Ruffes (growing great) were waited on by Cuffes,
And though our frailties should awake our care,
We make our Ruffes as careles as we are:
Our Ruffes vnto our faults compare I may,
Both careles, and growne greater euery day.
A Spaniards Ruffe in follio, large and wide,
Is th'abstract of Ambitions boundles pride,
For roundnes 'tis the Embleme, as you see
Of the terrestriall Globes rotunditie,
And all the world is like a Ruffe to Spaine,
Which doth encircle his aspiring braine,
And his vnbounded pride doth still persist,
To haue it set, and poaked as he list.
The sets to Organ-pipes, compare I can
Because they doe offend the Puritan,
Whose zeale doth call it superstition
And Badges of the Beast of Babilon.
Ruffes onely at the first were in request
With such as of abilitie were best:
But now the plaine, the stich'd, the lac'd, & shagge,
Are at all prises wome by tagge, and Ragge.
So Spain (who all the world would weare) shal see
Like Ruffes, the world from him shall scatred bee.
A [...] for the Cuffe 'tis pretily encreac'd
(Since it began two hand-fuls at the least)
At first 'twas but a girdle for the wrist
Or a small circle to enclose the fift,
Which hath by little and by little crept.
And from the wrist vnto the elboe leap't,
Which doth resemble sawcy persons well:
For giue a Knaue an inch, heele take an ell.
Ruffes are to Cuffes, as 'twere the breeding mothers
And Cuffes are twinnes in pride, or two prowd bro­thers,
So to conclude, Pride weares them for abuse
Humilitie, for omament and vse,
A Night-cap is a garment of high state,
which in captiuitie doth captiuate
The braine, the Reason, wit, and sence and all;
And euery night doth beare sway capitall.
And as the horne aboue the head is worne.
So is the Night-cap worne aboue the horne,
And is a Sconce or Blocke-house for the head,
wherein much matter is considered,
And therefore (when too much we sucke the tap)
'Tis truely called a considering Cap.
By day it waytes on Agues, Plurisies,
Consumptions and all other malladies,
A day worne Night-cap, in our Common-wealth
Doth shewe the wearer is not well in health,
Yet some mens folly makes my muse to smile
When for a kib'de heele, broken shin, or bile,
Scab'd hams, cut fingers, or a little scarr,
A Groyne Bumpe, or a Goose from Winchester,
When I see Night-caps worne for these poore vses
It makes my worship laugh at their abuses.
Thus is a Night-cap most officious,
A Captaine, Captious, and Capritio [...]u,
And though vnmaried young men may forbeare it
Yet age, and wedlocke makes a man to weare it.
A Handkercheife may well be cald in breife
Both a perpetuall leacher, and a theefe,
About the lippes it's kissing, good and ill
Or else 'tis diuing in the pocket still,
As farre as from the pocket to the mouth
So is it's pilgrimage with age or youth.
At Christning-banquets and at funerals
At weddings (Comfite-makers festiuals)
A Handkercheife doth filch most manifold,
And sharke and steale as much as it can hold.
'Tis soft, and gentle, yet this I admire at
At sweete meates 'tis a tyrant, and a pyrat.
Moreouer 'tis a Handkercheifes high place
To be a Scauenger vnto the face,
To clense it cleane from sweat and excrements,
Which (not auoyded) were vnsauoury sents;
And in our grieifes it is a trusty friend
[...]or in our sorrow it doth confort lend:
It doth pertake our sighes, our plaintes & feares,
Receaues our sobs, and wipes away our teares.
Thus of our good and bad it beares a share
A friend in mirth a conforter in care.
Yet I haue often knowne vnto my cost
A Handkercheife is quickly found, and lost.
Like loue where true affection hath no ground,
So is it slightly lost, and lightly found;
But be it tentimes lost, this right Ile doe it,
The fault is his or hers that should looke to it.
Should I of euery sort of Linnen write
That serues vs at our neede, both day and night,
Dayes, months and yeares, I in this Theame might spend,
And in my life time scarcely make an end.
Let it suffice that when 'tis fretted out
And that a cloth is worne into a clout,
Which though it be but thin and poore in shape
A Surgeon into lint the same will scrape,
O [...]r l [...]es▪ or bolsters, or with plaster spreade,
To dress and cure, all hurts from heele to heade,
For gangrenes, vlcers, or for wound [...] new hack'd
For cuttes, & slashes, and for Coxcombes crack'd
Thus many a Gallant that dares stab and swagger
And gainst a Iustice lifte his fiste or dagger:
And being mad perhaps▪ and hot pot-shot,
A crazed Crowne or broaken-pate hath got;
Then ouer him old Linnen domineeres,
And [...]ht of s teeth it cloutes him bout the eares
Thus new or old, it hath these good effects
To cure our hurts, or couer our defects:
And when it selfe's past [...]elpe, with age & rending
Quite past s [...]lfe mē [...]ing, 'tis our meanes [...]f mēding.
The sh [...]t & steele will strike bright sparkling fire,
But how can we haue fire at our desire,
Except old Linnen be to tinder burnd,
Which by the steele and flint to fire is turnd?
Thus all Cleane Linnen that a Laundresse washes,
My Muse hath worn to clowtes, or turnd to ashes.
And ther's the end on't. Now I must pursue
(The old consumed) how to purchase newe.
Now of the louely Laundresse, whose cleane trade
Is th'onely cause that Linnens cleanely made:
Her liuing is on two extreames relying,
She's euer wetting, or she's euer drying.
As all men dye to liue, and liue to dye,
So doth she dry to wash, and wash to drye.
She runnes like Luna in her circled spheare,
As a perpetuall motion sh [...] doth steare.
Her course in compasse ro [...]nd and endlesse still,
Much like a horse that labours in mill:
To shew more plaine how shee her worke doth frame,
Our Linnen's foule ere she doth wash the same:
From washing further in her course she marches,
She wrings, she folds▪ she pleites, she smooths, she starches,
She stiffe [...]s, poakes, & sets & dry againe,
And fold: thus end of paine begins her paine.
Round like a whirligigge or lenten Top
O [...] a most plenteous spring, that still doth drop
The Suddes vnto the Sea I may compare
The Reake or smocke, the wind, the fishes Linnen are
The Laun [...]resse fishes, foaming froth doth lighten,
T [...]e w [...]st her tongue doth thunder & affrighten.
The totall is a tempest full of chiding
[...]t no man in the house hath quiet byding,
For Laundresses are testy and full of wroth,
When they are lathering in their bumble broth,
No [...] can I blame thē though they brawle & talke,
M [...] there haue naught to do, they may go walke:
Yet commonly their worke this profit brings
T [...]e g [...]od-wife washeth, and her husband wrings.
B [...]t though my vearse thus merrily doth straye,
Yet giue the Laundresse still her due I praye:
What were the painefull Spinner, or the Weauer
B [...]t for hir labour, and her good endeauour,
W [...]at were the function of the Linnen Draperye,
Or Sempsters admirable skill in Naperye?
They all might turne and wind, and liue by losse
But that the Laundresse giues their worke a glosse,
All Linn n that we vse to weare, 'tis plaine,
The Laundresse labour giues it grace and gaine,
Without her 'tis most loathsome in distaste
A [...]d onely by her paines and toyle 'tis grac'd,
She is the ornamentall Instrument
That makes it tastefull to the sight and sent:
All you man-monsters, monstrous Linnen soilers,
You shirt polluting tyrants, you sheetes spoilers,
Robusti [...] rude Ruffe rending raggamentoyes
Terratritorian tragma Troynouantoyes
Remember that your Laundresse paines is great,
Whose labours onely keepes you sweet and neate:
Consider this, that here is writ, or saide
And paye her, (not as was the Sculler payde)
Call not your Laundresse slut or slabb'ring queane,
It is her slabb'ring that doth keepe thee cleane,
Nor call her not Drye-washer in disgrace
For feare she cast the suddes into thy face:
By her thy Linnen's sweete and cleanely drest,
Else thou would'st stink aboue ground like a beast.
There is a bird which men Kings fisher call,
Which in foule weather hath no ioy at all,
Or scarce abroade into the ayre doth peepe
But in her melancholy nest doth keepe:
Till Tytans glory from the burnish'd East,
Rich Bridegroome-like in gold and purple drest
Guilds, and enamels mountaines, woods & hillles,
And the rotundious Globe with splendor filles,
In these braue Buksome merry Halcion dayes,
Thē this most bewteous bird her plumes displaies.
So doth a Lauudresse, when the Sun doth hide
His head, when skies weep raine & thunder chide,
When powting, lowring s [...]ering s [...]eete & nowe,
From foggy Austers blushing jawes doth blowe,
[...]
[...] by g [...]de [...]nd [...]
[...]
[...] doth the ski [...]e
[...] A [...] blush
[...] [...]ple slush.
[...] w [...]sted [...]ll their
[...]
[...] an bles.
[...] b [...]an bles,
[...]
[...] draw [...]
[...] a [...]d shuttes,
[...] puttes.
[...] hye,
[...] to dry,
[...] [...]aun [...] praise & pa [...]e,
[...] beg [...] [...] worke againe:
[...] they w [...] all conclude.
[...] ingra [...]:
Bu [...] [...] haue [...]creede,
[...] wan [...] [...] at [...]y [...]eed.
[...] I comend them,
[...] may attend them.
[...] of mine,
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The Prin [...]pall [...]asions why th [...] [...] was written.

IT was at that [...] that the worlds terrour, a [...]d wa [...]es Thunder [...]olt A [...]ari [...]ke King of the G [...]thes waste [...] [...]ck­ed Rome, and stooke all the Kingdomes of the earth into a I [...]er [...], when there was inhabiting [...] D [...]kedome of Tus [...]anye a valiant Captaine named Ca [...]ss, descended from the Roy all house of [...] ­gus the first King of the [...]tag [...]ans. This Cats [...] being driuen [...] sh [...]t [...]s in these [...]o­bustuous brekeri [...]gs of the G [...]hes, fled f [...]t safety to the I [...]e of S [...]n [...]a, where for [...]; good parts and free b [...]u [...]our, [...]ee was entertained by the [...] Madam [...] the [...] daughte [...] and [...]le [...] of [...] [Page]although [...] place was chiefe Gentleman of the [...], his high pu [...]ht reso­lution was [...]lenated and crec [...]ed, for tra [...]ll and houre [...] [...]e [...]ces So (with much [...] to the Lady) hee tooke his leaue, and sayling through the str [...]ts of [...]br [...]lt [...], [...]nd the gulph of [...] [...]an [...], hee past the [...] Espe [...]an [...]e, as farre as China, where be sta [...]d certaine dayes at [...] then hee determined to progresse it by land, and passing by the great Citty of Tarsus in [...], by long iourneys he came to Gal­ [...], where ne [...] the G [...]ne he was in hot seemee, and came off [...]oru [...]ewhat scorch [...]d, with fireworkes in a mine: passing from thence be came into France where he was well well com [...]d at Brest, & at the Towne of Deip [...], was made great prouision for his comming; but for some reasons he would neuer came there. In briefe after hee had approu [...]d himselfe a hot, valiant and ad­uenturous Soldier abroad, and a peace­ [...]a [...]er at home, hee came into Ireland, where at Dubblin he was strucke lame; but [Page] [...]coue [...]ing new [...] strength and courage, he [...]ip [...]d himselfe for [...]and, la [...]ded at [...]st Chester, whence taking poste to­wards London he lodg [...]d at Ho [...]ey in the [...]ole, in his way, at last being corne to the Citty, he made many merry and mad va­g [...]es betwixt Turne [...]ull-streete and Brunt-prood, spending freely, and faring deli­ciously; hauing a stiffe stomacke to digest all dishes except Winche [...]ter Geese, and Newmarket Turkies: thus with much dan­ger and difficulty hauing trauailed far­ther then euer man sawe, and passed his time with much loue amongst Ladyes and Gentlewomen, hauing beene a great withstander of many desperate opposi­tions, and a rare Musitian for his long practise in Pricke-s [...]ng. He againe past the Sea in a Frigget to C [...]st [...]tin [...]le, where he fell into a moody melane [...]oly like Tymon of Athenes and scorned to [...]and at any [...]me, although hee was charged in the name of the Graund S [...]g [...]r. This Gallant hauing beene all his time a great vser [Page 4]wearer [...], and taker vp of Napery, did most bountifully bequeath to any Poe [...] that would write a Poeme in the praise o [...] Cleane [...]innen, as many shirts of the pures [...] Holland as might bee wash'd in Hellicon, and dryed on the two topt hill of Parnas­sus. To performe whose commaund, and receaue the bequeathed Legacie, I vnder­tooke this great taske, and perform'd it accordingly.

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