astringent seeks a tongue

Land succumbed
neither pelt of Lambe nor case for Foxe
that all on Fish did feed like skinnes
of fattee sheepe
som do call hym
our Father or Carcase weighing sixteen stone

Out of inkt & downe narrow ale-wise
crawand cleir
mild the mid flowe where
argolbargoling we go obnubilated
by a fine rude
pig-hack