1637. N. Whiting, Albino & Bellama, 134.
| Into the Arras-sieled parlour then | |
| The coapsters went, in every corner snookt, | |
| The Tihkers visage none of them did ken, | |
| But for Albion, on Albino lookt. |
1637. N. Whiting, Albino & Bellama, 134.
| Into the Arras-sieled parlour then | |
| The coapsters went, in every corner snookt, | |
| The Tihkers visage none of them did ken, | |
| But for Albion, on Albino lookt. |