The mother and daughter; or, A dialogue betwixt them composed in verse, : if you will attend, I will rehearse: how the mother did chide the daughter for folly, the daughter with her mother did not dally, to silence her mother her self she did fix, and proved her mother to be a meretrix. She still'd her mothers tongue that so loud did sound, nuncl'd her Mam, and got twice fifty pound. Those two fadillaes, as chaste as Jane Shore, live quiet, that never did so before. The tune is, Come sweet-heart and embrace thine own: or, The dancing of primrose-hill.