title: The Kentish Fair, or The Parliament Sold to Their Best Worth
title_page_title: THE KENTISH FAYRE. OR, The Parliament sold to their best worth. [in single column] Good <i>Oliver</i>, lend my thy nose. | 'Tis darke, all lights are out: | For now I meane to write in prose, | But guided, by thy snout. |  Black <i>Tom</i> already's at the <i>Faire</i>, | And in his Coach is carried: | His men, mean-while blowne in the <i>Ayre</i>, | And to the Fiends, are married. | Some <i>Citizens</i>, they say will ride, | To buy Knacks for their <i>Wives:</i> | Let <i>Skippon</i>, Skipp-on, as their Guid, | He may protect their lives. |  At <i>Rochester</i>, the Faire is held, | By all good tokens, know it: | A thousand <i>Saints</i>, late, there were feld | As yet the Bridge, can show it.
title_page_imprint: Printed at <i>Rochester</i>, and are to be sold, to all those that dare buy them. 1648.
transcript_modern_spelling: the kentish fair or the parliament sold to their best worth good oliver lend me thy nose tis dark all lights are out for now I mean to write in prose but guided by thy snout black tom already's at the fair and in his coach is carried his men meanwhile blown in the air and to the fiends are married some citizens they say will ride to buy knacks for their wives let Skippon skip on as their guide he may protect their lives at rochester the fair is held by all good tokens know it a thousand saints late there were felled as yet the bridge can show it printed at rochester and are to be sold to all those that dare buy them 1648