Fligger

Then Nature has with beauty, more with scorne, That they must fligger, scoffe, deride, and jeere, Appoynt their servants certaine houres t' appeare.

I met with a Barber with Razor and Balls, He fligger'd and told me for all my brave alls; He would have a stroke, and his words they were blunt, I could not deny him the use of my—