Poem by John Heywood

Of Buying a Mortar

“That spice mortar to sell it be you willing?”
“Yea, mistress?” “What’s the price?” “Ten shilling.”
“Ten shilling? Friend! I am hither enticed 
To buy a spice mortar, not a mortar spiced.”

1. Of Holding an Inn
2. Of a Hand-gun and a Hand
3. Of Treading a Shoe Awry
4. Of Waiting
5. A Loss by the Devil’s Death. Otherwise. 4. The devil is dead: who shall his land rightly win?

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