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. A Loss by the Devil’s Death. Otherwise. 4. The devil is dead: who shall his land rightly win?
5. Of Good News to a Man

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