so sore He rank Recusant comes to Church no more 175 On two striving together Two falling out into a ditch they fell Their falling out was ill but in was well 176 On Musique I want a quill out of an Angels wing To write sweet musike's everlasting praise I likewise want an Angels voice to sing A wished anâ—hem to her happy dayes Then since I want an angels voice and pen Let angels write and sing I 'le say amen 177 On Tobacco Times great consumer cause of idlenes Old whorehouse hunter cause of drunkennes Bewitching smoake vainest wealths consumer Abuse of wit stinking breath's perfumer Cause of entrailes blacknes bodyes dyer Cause of nature's slacknesse quenching her fire Offence to many bringing good to none Ev'n be thou hack'd till thou art burnt and gone 178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ—a Archimedis When Iove within a little glasse survay'd The heavens he smil'd and to the Gods thus sayd Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far Loe in a fraile orbe my works mated are Hither the Syracuâ—ians art translates Heavens form the course of things and humane fates Th' including spirit serving the star-deck'd signes The living work inconstant motion windes Th' adult ' rate zodiaque runs a naturall yeere And Cyntsias forg'd horns monethly new light bear Viewing her own world now bold industry Triumphs and rules with humane power the sky 179 On Caelia In Caelia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her lips or eyes We say the eyes send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply the lips proceed those blisses Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the eyes and from their eyes did pow'r Of liquid Orientall pearle a shower Whereat the lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile â—â—lock'd their I vory treasure And bad love judge whether did ad more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to Câ—lia's face 180 On Chloris walking in the snow I saw faire Chloris walke alone When feather'd raine came softly down Then Iove descended from â—is Tower To court her in a silver shower The wanton snow flew to her brest Like little birds into their nest But overcome with whitenes there For greiâ—e it thaw'd into a teare Then falling down her garment hâ—m To deck her froze into a gem 181 To a Shoomaker What bootes it thee to follow such a trade That 's alwaies under foot and underlaid 112 Youth and Age. Age is deformed youth unkind Wee scorn their bodies they our mind 183 To Loquax Loquâ—x to hold thy tongue would do thee wrong For thou would ' st be no man but for thy tongue 184 Death The lives of men seem in two seas to swim Death comes to young folks and old goe to him 185 A disparity Children fondly blad truth fools their brothers Women have learn'd more wisdom of their mothers 186. To Mak dict Thou speake st ill not to give men their dues But speakestill because thou canst not chuse 187 Womens propertiâ—s To weep oft still to flatter sometimes spin Are properties women excell men in 188 Interpone tuis c. Not mirth nor care alone but inter-wreathed Care gets mirth stomacke mirâ—h makes care long breathed 189 Womens teares When women weep in their dissembling art Their teares are sauce to their malicious heart 190 Pot-Poets Poet and pot differ but in a letter Which makes the Poet love the pot the better 191 Content Content is all we ayme at with our store If that be had with little what needs more 192 Fast and loose Paphus was marry'd all in haste And now to rack doth run So knitting of himself too fast He hath himself undone 193 On Gervase A double gelding Gervase did provide That he and 's wife to see their friends might ride And he a double gelding prov'd indeed For he so suddenly fell to his speed That both alight with blows and threats among He leads him and his wife drives him along 194 Tortus Tortus accus'd to lye to fawn to flatter Said he but set a good face on the matter Then sure he borrow'd it for 't is well known Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own 195 ANNAGRAMS Thomâ—s Egerton 1 anagr. Honors met age Honors met age and seeking where to rest Agreed to lodge and harbour in thy brest 196 On Captâ—ine Iohn Came-age 2 anagr. Age-came When perils I by land and sea had past Age came to summon me to death at last 197 Christopher Lindall 3 anagr. I offer lend Christ all Thaâ— with this Epigram thy deeds agree They well know that did ever well know thee 198 Iohn Rysdon 4 anagr. In honors dy Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind And to the world thy reall worth proclaime That fame her self cannot thy equall find To paralell thy glory and thy name On onward still from no good action fly Who lives like thee cann't but in honors dy 199 On the same I ne're will credit any powerfull fare Can turn thy glory to a waning state Thou â—till wilt be thy self therefore say I In honors thou shalt live but never dy 200 Phineas Fletcher 5 anagr. Hath Spencer life Or Spencer hath life That Spencer liveth none can ignorant be That reads his works Fletcher or knoweth thee 201 Mrs. Elizabeth Noell 6 anagr. holinesse be still my star The safest conduct to the port of blisse Lyes not in brittle honor for by this We often loose our way to shun this bar To heaven holines be still my star 202. My lot is blisse â—ternall The world 's a lottry full of various chances Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies Among the rest that ayme at things supernall I 've drawn and find my lot is blisse eternall 203 I shall smite no ill brest The common way to wound mens hearts I shun Nor with meere outside am I to be won Vertue may move me for it crowns the best But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest 204 My blisse on earth's little Honors are faire but fading flowers which give Delight to those that gather them but live Not ever flowrishing this truth I find Too truely in my selfe by fate assign'd For having all I see that all 's but but brittle And even at best my blisse on earth 's but little 205 See my heart is still noble Thongh fortune frowns and fate suppres my will Yet see the lucke my heart is noble still 206 A riddle Thoughts Searching c Valued Love may B Truth never tyes Too A foole y y If have part WR 207 Another being a translation Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos ant are videris Qui cunctos bos laude ant fero cunctis Thus Englished ling bound to serve his Mr's hands An is you bound to do your high commandâ— I 'me and None's you you all are then I 'le you praise other
both tid meet Drusius in fight fell dead at Furios feet One had the Straw but with it this greek letter The other loâ—t it pray who had the better 350 On Cupid Love is a boy and subject to the rod Some say but lovers say he is a god I thinke that love is neither god nor boy But a mad-braines imaginary toy 351 On Durus A friend of Durus comming on a day To visite him finding the doores say nay 〈◊〉 lock'd fast up first knocks and then doth Pause As Lord have mercy on 's had bin the cause But missing it he ask't a neighbour by When the rich Duru's were lock'd and why He said it was a Custome growne of late At diner time to lock your great man's gate Durus ' his poor friend admir'd thought the dooâ— Was not for State lock'd up but 'gainst the poore And thence departing empty of good cheere Said Lord have mercy on us is not there 352. On a Puritane From impure mouthes now many bear the name Of Puritane yet merit not the same This one shall onely be my Puritan That is a knave yet seems an honest man 353. Quantum mutatus ab illo Pedes growne proud makes men admire thereat Whose baser breeding should they think not bear it Nay he on cock-horse rides how like you that Tut Pedes Proverb is Win gold and wear it But Pedes you have seen them riâ—e in haâ—te That through their pride have broke their necks at last 354 On Bibens Bibens to shew his liberality Made Lusus drunk a noble quality And much esteem'd which Bibens fain would prove To be the signe of his familiar-love Lusus beware thou 'lt finde him in the end Familiar devill no familiar friend 355 On Tobacco Things which are common common men do use The better sort do common things refuse Yet countrys-cloth-breech court-velvet-hose Puff both alike Tobacco through the nose 356 In Superbum Rustick Superbus fine new cloath's hath got Of Taffata and Velvet fair in sight The shew of which hath so bewitch'd the sot That he thinks Gentleman to be his right But he 's deceiv'd for true that is of old An Ape 's an Ape though he wear cloth of gold 357 On Infidus Infidus was so free of oathes last day That he would swear what e're he thought to say But now such is his chance whereat hâ—'s griev'd The more he swears the lesse he is believ'd 358 On Christmas-Ivy At Christmas men do alwaies Ivie get And in each corner of the house it set But why do they then use that Bacchus weed Because they mean then Bacchus-like to feed 359 On Bacchus Pot-lifting Bacchus to the earth did bend His kâ—ee to drink a Health unto his friend And there he did so long in liquor pour That he lay quite sick-drunk upon the floor Judge was not there a drunkards kindnes shown To drink his friend a Health and lose his own 360 Of a fat man He 's rich that hath great in-comes by the year Then that great belly'd man is rich I le swear For sure his belly ne'r so big had bin Had he not daily had great comings-in 361 Vindicta vim sequitur Kitt being kick'd and spurr'd pursuâ—s the Law That doom'd the dammage at twice forty pence W ch wheÌ„ the party w ch had wrong'd him saw Thought t was too great a fine for such offâ—nce Why then quoth Kitt if I too much request Thou maist at any time kick out the rest 363 On Flaccus Flaccus being yong they said he was a Gull Of his sâ—mplicity each mouth was full And pitying him they 'd say the foolish Lad Would be deceived sure of all he had His youth is past now may they turn him loose For why the Gull is grown to be a Goose. 363 Per plumas anser See how yâ—ng Rufus walks in green each day As if he ne'r was youthfull untill now E're Christmas next his green Goose will be gray And those high burnish'd plumes in 's cap will bow But you do wrong him since his purse is full To call him Goose that is so yong a Gull 364 Of Ienkyn Ienkyn is a rude clown go tell him so What need I tell what he himself doth know Perhaps he doth not then he is a sot For tell me what knows he that knows it not 365 To Fortune Poets say Fortune's blinde and cannot see And therefore to be born withall if she Sometimes drop gifts on undeserving wights But sure they are deceiv'd she hath her sight Els could it not at all times so fall out That fools should have wise men go without 366 Vnde venis memora With earthen plate Agathocles they say Did use to meal so serv'd with Samo's clay When jewell'd plate and rugged earth was by He seem'd to mingle wealth and poverty One ask'd the cause he answers I that am Siâ—ilia's King from a poor Potter came Hence learn thou that art rais'd from mean estate To sudden riches to be temperate 367 On Leucus Leucus loves life yet liveth wickedly Hâ— haâ—eth death yet wisheth he may dy Honestly and well so what is naught he loves And what he would have good he nought approves 368 On Biscus I pray you Sir give Biscus leave to speak The Gander loves to hear himself to creak 369 In Thrasonem Since Thraso met one stoutly in the field He crakes his spirit knows not how to yield Looks big swears strouts with set-side-arms the streets Yet gently yields the wal to al he meets And to his friends that asks the reason why His anâ—wer's this My self I grace thereby For every one the common proverb knows That alwaies to the wall the weakest go's 370 In Cornutum One told his wife a Hart's-head he had bought To hang his Hat upon and home it brought To whom his frugal wife What needs that caâ—â— I hope sweet-heart your head your hat can bear 371 On More-dew More-dew the Mercer with a kinde salute Would needs intreat my custom â— for a suit Here Sir quoth he for Sattins Velvets call What e're you please I le take your word for all I thank'd took gave my word say than Am I at all indebted to this man 372 On Sims mariage Six moneths quoth Sim a Suitor and not sped I in a sev'n-night did both woo wed Who greâ—n fruit loves must take long pains to shake Thine was some downfall I dare undertake 373 On a Wittall I know my fate and that must bear And since I know I need not fear 374 On Mopsus Mopsus almost what e're he means to speak Before it sir-reverence the way must break Such maners hath sir-reverence learnt at school That now sir-reverence Mopsus is a fool 375 On Clym Clym cals his wife reck'ning all his neighbors Just half of them are Cuckolds he averrs Nay fie quoth she I would they heard you speak You of your self it seems no reckoning make 376 Turpe lucrum Veneris Will in a
tree A Cypresse wreath befits 'em well 't is true For they are neer their death and crave but due 87 On Philos. If Philos none but those are dead doe praise I would I might displease him all his dayes 88 On a valiant Souldier A Spanish Souldier in the Indian war Who oft came off with honor and some scar After a teadious battle when they were Enforc'd for want of bullets to forbear Farther to encounter which the Savage Moor Perceiving scoff'd and nearer then before Approach'd the Christian host the souldier grieâ— To be out brav'd yet could not be reliev'd Beyond all patience vex'd he said although I bullets want my self will wound the foe Then from his mouth took he a tooth and sent A fatall message to their regiment What armes will fury steed men with when we Can from our selves have such artillery Sampson thy jaw-bone can no trophy reare Equall to his who made his tooth his speare 89 On Aurispa Why doth the world repute Aurispa learn'd Because she gives men what they never earn'd 90 On Paulus Those verses which thou mad'st I did condemn Nor did I censure thee in censuring them Thou mad'st them but sith them in print I see They must the people 's not the authors bee 91 On Alexander the great If Alexander thought the world but small Because his conquering hand subdu'd it all He should not then have stil'd himself the great An Infants stool can be no giants seat 92 On a vertuous talker If vertue 's alwaies in thy mouth how can It ere have time to reach thy heart fond man 93 On a land-skip in the lid of his Mrs. Virginals Behold Don Phoebus in yon shady grove On his sweet harp plaies Roundelaies of love Mark how the fatyr grim Marsyas playes On his rude pipe hiâ— merry-harmlesse layes Mark how the swaines attentively admire Both to the sound of pipe and tang of lyre But if you on these Virginals will play They both will cast their instruments away And deeming it the â—â—sique of the Spheares Admire your musique as the swains do theirs 94 Vpon pigs devouring a bed of penny-royall commonly called Organs A good wife once a bed of Organs set The pigs came in and eate up every whit The good-man said wife you your garden may Hogs Norton call here pigs on Organs play 95 On a fortune-teller The influence of the stars are known to thee By whom thou canst each future fortune see Yet sith thy wife doth thee a cuckold make 'T is strange they do not that to thee partake 96 On sore eyes Fuscus was councell'd if he would preserve His eyes in perfect sight drinking to swerve But he replyd ' t is better that I shu'd Loose them then keep them for the worms as food 97 On a gallant A glittering gallant from a prauncing steed Alighting down desir'd a boy with speed To hold his horse a while he made reply Can one man hold him fast 't was answerd I If then one man can hold him sir you may Do it your self quoth he and slunk away 98 On an inevitable Cuckold Two wives th' hast buried and another wed Yet neither of the three chaste to thy bed Wherefore thou blam'st not onely them but all Their Sex into disgrace and scorn dost call Yet if the thing thou wilt consider well Thou wilt thy malice and this rage expell For when the three were all alike 't should seem Thy stars gave thee the Cuckold's anadem If thou wert born to be a wittoll can Thy wife prevent thy fortune foolish man That woman which a Hellen is to thee Would prove another mans Penelope 99 On an empty house Lollus by night awak'd heard theeves about His house and searching narrowly throughout To find some pillage there he said you may By night but I can find nought here by day 100 On a bragging coward Corsus in campe when as his mates betook Themselves to dine encourag'd them and spoke Have a good stomake Lads this night we shall In heaven at supper keep a festivall But battle joynd he fled away in haste And said I had forgot this night I fast 101 On a great nose Thy nose no man wipe Proclus unlesse He have a hand as big as Hercules When thou dost sneeze the sound thou dost not heare Thy nose is so far distant from thine eare 102 On an unequall paire Faire Pbiâ—â—is is to churlish Prisâ—us wed As stronger wine with waters mingled Priscus his love to Phillis more doth glow With fervency then fire her 's cold as snow 'T is well for if their flames alike did burn One house would be to hot to serve their turn 103 On a changeable raiment Know you why Lollus changeth every day His Perriwig his face and his array 'T is not because his commings in are much Or cause hee 'll swill it with the roaring dutch But 'cause the Sergeants who a writ have had Long since against him should not know the lad 104 On the ensuring office Linus met Thuscus on the burse by chance And swore he 'd drink a health to th' heir of France For on th' exchange for currant news 't was told France had a Daulphin not yet seaven dayes old Thuscus excus'd himself and said he must By all meanes go to th' ensuring office first And so ensure some goods he doubted were Unlikely else ere to his hands appeare Linus replyd I le with thee then for I Would have my lands ensur'd to me in fee Which otherwise I doubt I never shall From debt and morgage ere redeem at all 105 On a Tennis-court haunter The world 's a court we are the bals wherein We bandied are by every stroke of sin Then onely this can I commend in thee Thou actest well our frail mortalitie 106 On Barossa Barossa boasts his pedegree although He knows no letter of the Christ-crosse-row His house is ancient and his gentry great For what more ancient e're was heard of yet Then is the family of fools how than Dare you not call Barossa gentleman 107 On Clodius Albinus Clodius great cheer for supper doth prepare Buyes Chickens Rabbets Phesants and a hare Great store of fowl variety of fish And tempting sawce serv'd in in every dish To this great feast whom doth he meane t' envite Aloinus only sups with him to night 108 On Afer Afer hath sold his land and bought a horse Whereon he pâ—aunceth to the royall Burse To be on horse back he delights wilt know 'Cause then his company hee 'd higher show But happy chance tall Afer in his pride Mounts a Gunnelly and on foot doth ride 109 On Balbulus Thou do'st complaine poets have no reward And now adayes they are in no regard Verses are nothing worth yet he that buyes Ought that is thine at a three 〈◊〉 price Will think it too too dear and justly may Think verses are in price since 〈◊〉 other day Yea who ere buies 'em at a farthing rate At the same price can
Though lies be bad yet give this lye it 's due 'T is ten times better then if 't had been true 136 On Button a Sâ—xton making a grave Ye powers above and heavenly poles Are graves become but Button-holes 137 On long haire Luc as long haire down to his shoulders weares And why he dares not cut it for his eares 138 A Crab's Restorative The Crab of the wood Is sauce very good For the crab of the foaming sea But the wood of a Crab Is sauce for a drab That will not her husband obey 139 On Iustus Lypsius who bequeathed his gown to the Virgin Mary A dying latinist of great renown Unto the Virgin Mary gave his gown And was not this false latine so to joyn With femall gender the case Masculine 140 On a fidle-stick Am I an instrument to make you sport A fiddle-stick I am ye shann't report That ere yee hand'led me in such a case To make me strike up fiddles mean and base Nay you shall never bend me to your bow It goeth against the haire you should do so Nor shall you curbe me in thus every day I 'le but my pleasure I was made to play But here I must not play upon another Why have I then a fiddle for my brother If I were gon you 'd be compel'd my freinds To make your musique on your fingers ends My brother fiddle is so hollow hearted That ere 't be long we must needs be parted And with so many frets he doth abound That I can never touch him but hee 'l sound When hee 's reviv'd this poore excuse he puts That when I play I vex him to the guts But since it is my nature and I must I 'le crowd and scrape acquaintance for a crust I am a genleman of high descent Come from Apollos glorious element Above the bridge I alwayes use to keep And that 's my proper spheare when I do sleep So that I cannot be in tune or town For all my scraping if the bridge be down But since without an end nought can endure A fiddle-stick hath two ends to be sure 141 On hopes of preferment I saw my fortune goe before As Palinurus saw the shore If that I dye before it hitch Wel-fare mine eyes for they are rich 142 Sorte tuâ—â— contentus If adverse fortune bring to passe And will that thou an asse must bee Then be an asse and live an asse For out of question wife is hee That undergoes with humble mind The state that chance hath him assign'd 143 On a pretender to prophecy Ninety two yeares the world as yet shall stand If it do stand or fall at your command But say why plac'd you not the world's end nigher Lest ere you dy'd you might be prov'd a lyer 144 Mart. lib 8 epigr. 69. Old Poets only thou dost praise And none but dead one's magnifie Pardon Vocâ—rra thee to please I am not yet in mind to dye 145 On a Gamester For hundred-thousands Matho playes Olus what 's that to thee Not thou by meanes thereof I trow But Matho poore shall bee 146 On Fr. Drake Sir Drake whom well the world's end knew Which thou did'st compasse round And whom both Poles of heaven once saw Which North and South do bound The stars above would make thee known If men here silent were The Sun himself cannot forget His fellow traveller 147 B. I. approbation of a copy of verses One of the witty sort of gentlemen That held society with learned Ben Shew'd him some verses of such Tragique sense They did his curious eare much violence But after Ben had been a kind partaker Of the sad lines he needs must know the maker What unjust man he was that spent his time And banish'd reason to advance his rime Nay gentle Ben replies the gentleman I see I must support the Poet than Although those humble straines are not so fit For to please you hee 's held a pretty wit Is he held so saâ—es Ben so may a goose Had I the holding I would let him loose 148 On a gentleman that married an heire privately at the Tower The angry Father hearing that his childe Was stoln married and his hopes beguild 'Cause his usurious nature had a thought She might have bin to greater fortunes brought With rigid looks bent brows and words austere Ask'd his forc'd son in law how he did dare Without a full consenting from him carried Thus beare his onely daughter to be married And by what Cannons he assum'd such power He sayd the best in England sir the Tower 149 A Gentlemans satisfaction for spitting in anothers face A gentleman not in malice nor disgrace But by a chance spet in anothers face He that receiv'd it knowing not the cause That should produce such rashneâ— 'gainst the lawâ— Of Christian man-hood or civility In kindling anger ask'd the reason why Pray â—ir sayes he what thing that doth but sound Like to an injury have you ere found By me at any time or if you had It never could deserve contempt so bad 'T is an inhumane custome none ere use But the vile nation of conteâ—ned Jewes Pray sir cryes th' other be not so unkind Thus with an accident to charge my minde I meant it not but â—â—nce it fals out so I 'm sorry yea make satisfaction too Then be not mov'd but let this ease your doubt Since I have spet please you I 'le tread it out 150 On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story The little man by th' other mans vain-glory It seems was roughly us'd so say's the story But being a little hâ—ated and high blown In anger flyes at Story puls him down And when they rise I know not how it fated One got the worst the Story was tranâ—â—ated From white to red but ere the fight was ended It seemes a Gentleman that one beâ—riended Came in and parted them the little blade There 's none that could intreat or yet perswade But he would fight still till another came And with sound reasons councel'd gainst the same 'T was in this manner friend ye shall not fight With one that 's so unequall to your height Story is higher th' otheâ— made reply I 'd pluck him down were he three Stories high 151 On a Welshman and an Englishman There was a time a difference began Between a Welshman and an Englishman And thus it was the English-man would stand Against all argument that this our land Was freâ—st of her fruits there is a place Quoth he whose ground so fruitfull is of grasse But throw a staffe in 't but this night you shall Not See 't the morrow 't would be cover'd all The Welsh-man cry'd 't is true it might ly under The o're-grown grasse 〈◊〉 is with us no wonder For turn your horse into our fruiâ—full ground And before morning come he shann't be found 152 On a Souldier The souldier fights well and with good regard But when hee 's lame he lies at an ill ward 153 On a faire
but not to all For some are great fools whose fortunes are small 430 Tace sed age Little or nothing said soon mended is But they that nothing do do most amisse 431 On a Mad-mà n One ask'd a mad-man if a wife he had A wife quoth he I never was so mad 432 To Scilla If it be true that promise is a debt Then Scillâ— will her freedome hardly get For if she hath vow'd her service to so many She 'll neither pay them all nor part from any Yet she to satisfy her debts desires To yeild her body as the Laâ— râ—quires 433 Nescis quid serus vesper vehat Lyncus deviseth as he lies in bed What new apparrell he were best to make him So many fashions flow within his head As much he fears the Taylor will mistake him But he mistook him not that by the way Did for his old â—uit lay him up that day 434 To Ficus Ficus hath lost his nose but knows not how And that seems strange to every one that knows it Methinks I see it written in his brow How wherefore and the cause that he did loose it To tell you true Ficus I thus suppose 'T was some French Caniball bit off your nose 435 Of Arnaldo Arnaldo free from fault demands his wife Why he is burthen'd with her wicked life Quoth she good husband do not now repent I far more burthens bear yet am content 436 Quis nisi mentis inops Ware profer'd stinks yet stay good Proverb stay Thou art deceiv'd as clients best can say Who profering trebble fees for single care It 's well accepted gold it is such ware 437 On a Friend indeâ—d A reall friend a Canon cannot batter With nom'nall friends a Squib's a perilous matter 438 Mans ingresse and egresse Nature which headlong into life did throng us With our feet forward to our grave doth bring us What is lesse ours than this our borrowed breatâ— We stumble into life we go to death 439 On bad deâ—tors Bad debtors are good lyers for they say I 'le pay you without fail on such a day Come is the day to come the debt is still So still they lye though stand in debt they will But Fulcus hath so oft ly'd in this wise That now he lies in Lud-gate for his lyes 440 On a foolish dolt A Justice walking o're the frozen Thames The Ice about him round began to crack He said to 's man here is some danger Iames I prethee help me over on thy back 441 On Panurgus Panurgus pryes in high and low affairs He talks of forraigne and our civill state But for his own he neither counts nor cares That he refers to fortune and his â—ate His neighbors faults straight in his face he 'l find But in a bag he laps his own behind 442 To a sleeping talker In sleep thou talk'st unfore-thought mysteries And utter'st unfore-seen things with close eyes How wel wouldst thou discourse if thou wert dead Since sleep death's image such fine talk hath bred 443 Omne simile non est idem Together as we walk'd a friend of mine Mistook a painted Madam for a signe That in a window stood but I acquainted Told him it was no woodden signe was painted But Madam yea true said he Yet 't is little signe of modesty 444 Qui ebrius laudat temperantiam Severus likes not these unseason'd lines Of rude absurdities times foul abuse To all posterities and their assignes That might have bin saith he to better use What sencelesse gull but reason may convince Or jade so dull but being kick'd will wince 445 On Misus They say the Usurer Misus hath a mill Which men to powder grindeth cruelly But what is that to me I feare no ill For smaller than I am I cannot be 446 On wisdome and vertue Wise-men are wiser than good-men what then 'T is better to be wiser than wise men 447 On Ducus Ducus keeps house and it with reason stands That he keep house hath sold away his lands 448 On Mysus and Mopsus Mysus and Mopsa hardly could agree Striving about superiority The Text which saith that man and wife are one Was the chief argument they stood upon She held they both one woman should become He held they should be man and both but one So they contended dayly but the strife Could not be ended till both were one wife 448 On Photinus I met Photynus at the B. Court Cited as he said by a knave relator I ask'd him wherefore he in laughing sort Told me it was but for a childish matter How ere he laught it out he lied not Indee d'twas childish for the child he got 449 On Caâ—triotes See see what love is now betwixt each fist Since Castriotes had a scabby wrist How kindly they by clawing one another As if the left haâ—d were the right hands brother 450 New Rhetoricke Good arguments without coyn will not stick To pay and not to say's best Rhetorick 451 Est miâ—i Diva parens Ominus wondreth since he came from Wales What the description of this Isle might be That ne're had seen but mountains hils and dales Yet would he boast and stand on 's pedegree From Rice ap Ricâ—ard sprung from Dick a Cow Be cod was right good gentle-man look ye now 452 On Tâ—irsites Although Thirsites have a filthy facae And staring eyes and little outward grace Yet this he hath to make amends for all Nature hâ—r selfe is not more naturall 453 On Zoylus If Souldiers may obtain four Termes of war Muskets should be the pleaders Pikes the bar For black bags Bandeleirs Jackets for gownes Angels for fees we 'll take no more crack't crowns 454 On a swearing Gallant What God coÌ„mands this wretched creature loathes He never names his Maker but by oathes And weares his tongue of such a damned fashion That swearing is his only recreation In morning even assoon as he doth rise He swears his sleep is scarcely out of 's eyes Then makes him ready swearing all the while The drowzy weather did him much beguile Got ready he to dice or tables goes Swearing an oath at every cast he throws To dinner next and then in stead of Grace He swears his stomack is in hungry case No sooner din'd but calls come take away And swears 't is late he must goe see a Play There sits and swears to all he hears and see 's This speech is good that action disagrees So takes his Oaâ—es and swears he must make hast His houre of Supper-time is almost past 455 On a long Beard Thy Beard is long better it would thee â—it To have a shorter Beâ—rd and longer wit 456 On my Selfe Who seeks to please all men each way And not himselfe offend He may begin to work to day But God knows when hee 'l end 457 To the mis-interperter Cease gaul'd backt guilt those inscious lines to mince The world wil know y' are rubd if once you wince They hem within their â—eeming Critique wall