Poem by John Heywood

Of Peter and Paul

I dwell from the city in suburbs at rowles; 
I pray to Saint Peter to bring me near Powles. 
Alas, thou pray’st all in vain, poor silly fool
Peter will set no hand to bring thee to Poule.

1. Of Holding an Inn
2. Of a Hand-gun and a Hand
3. Of Treading a Shoe Awry
4. What God Said to One. Otherwise. Thou art one of them to whom God bade Ho!
5. Of Foreknowledge

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