For I have men and meat enough, And will be right soon grieved; When they have lost as many teeth, They will be fain to leave it. Then who, I pray you, shall be bound Their losses to make good? Or give such composition As they got then of France? Thus blinded, beguiled, They will but get a cheat; Come they here, these two years They shall not miss their thrashing. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: —Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected. |