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A11119
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Humors looking glasse; Humors antique faces. Selections
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?; Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630? Letting of humors blood in the head-vaine. Selections. aut
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Vowes heel 'e be paid and Sâ—râ—ants he had feed Which â—aâ—â—e your commng forth to do thy deede Boy god-amercy 〈◊〉 my Lady stay I le see no counter for her â—aâ—e to day Much a doe about chusing a wife AWiddower would haue a wife were old Past charge of children to preuent expence Her chests and bagges cram'd till they crake with gold And she vnto her graue post quickly hence But if all this were fitting to his minde Where is his lease of life to stay behinde A Batcheler would haue wife were wise Faire Rich and Younge amaiden for his bed Not proude nor chutlish but of faut les size A country housewife in the Citty bred But hee s a foole and longe in vaine hath staide He shoulde be speake her there 's none ready made The taming of a wilde Youth OF late a deare and louing friend of mine That all his time a Gallantyouth had bene From mirth to melancholy did decline Looking exeeding pale leane poore and thin I ask'd the cause he brought me through the streete Vnto his house and there hee let me see A woman proper faire wise and discreete And said behould heer 's that hath tamed mee Hath this quoth I can such a wife do so Lord how is he tam'd then that hath a shrow A straunge sighted Traueller AN honest Country foole being gentle bred Was by an odde conceited humor led To trauell and some English fashions see With such strange sights as heere at London be Stuffing his purse with a good golden some This wandring knight did to the Cittie come And there a seruingman he entertaines An honester in Newgate not remaines He shew'd his Maister sights to him most strange Great tall Pauls Steeple and the royall-Exchange The Bosse at Billings-gate and London stone And at White Hall the monstrous great Whales bone Brought him to the banck-side where Beares do dwell And vnto Shor-ditch where the whores keepe hell Shew'd him the Lyons Gyants in Guild-Hall King Lud at Lud-gate the Babounes and all At length his man on all he had did pray Shew'd him a theeuish trick and ran away The Traueller turnd home exceeding ciuill And swore in London he had seene the Deuill Three kinde of Couckoldes One And None FIrst there 's a Cuckolde called One and None Which foole from fortune hath receiu'd such He hath a wife for beutie stands alone Grac'd with good carriage and most sweete behauiour fauour Nature so bounteous hath her gifts extended From head to foote ther 's nothing to be mended Besides she is as perfect chast as faire But being married to a iealous asse He vowes she hornes him for he feeles a paire Haue bin a growing euer fince last grasse No contrary perswasions hee 'l indure But 's wife is faire and hee 's a Cuckolde sure The second None and One. THe second hath a wife that loues the game And playes the secret cunning whore at plaisure But in her husbands sight shee s wondrous tame Which makes him vow he hath Vlisses treasure shee le wish al whores were hang'd with weeping teares Yet she her selfe a whores cloathes dayly weares Her husbaÌ„ds friends report how 's wife doth gull him Wiâ—h false dâ—ceitful and dissembling showe And that by both his hornes a man may pull him To such a goodly length they daylie growe He sayes they wrong her and he sweares they lye His wife is chaste and in that minde hee 'le dye The Third One and One. THe third is he that knowes women are weake And therefore they are dayly apt to fall Words of vnkindnesse their kind hearts may breake They are but flesh and therefore sinners all His wife is not the first hath trod a wry Amongst his neighbours he as bad can spye What can he helpe it if his wife do ill But take it as his crosse and be content For quietnesse he lets her haue her will When shee is old perhaps she will repent Let euery one amend their one bad life Th' are knaues and queans that medle with his wife FINIS
you there Light feather'd stuffe befits you best to weare A deafe eare in a iust cause A Poore man came vnto a Iudge shew'd his wronged state Entreating him for Iesus sake to be compassionate The wrōgs were great he did sustaine he had no help at al The Iudge sat stil as if the man had spoken to the wall With that came two rude fellows in to haue a matter tride About an Asse that one had let the other for to ride Which Asse the owner found in field as he by chance past And he that hired him a sleepe did in the shadow lye For which he would be satisfied his beast was but to ride And for the shadow of his Asse he would be paid beside Great raging words and damned othes these two asse-wrangles swore Whē presently the Iudge start vp that seem'd a sleep before And heard y e follies willingly of these two sottish men But bad the poore man come againe he had no leasure thē Epigram A Iolly fellow Essex borne and bred A Farmers Sonne his Father being dead T' expell his griefe and melancholly passions Had vowd himselfe to trauell and see fashions His great mindes obiect was no trifling toy But to put downe the wandring Prince of Troy Londons discouerie first he doth decide His man must be his Pilot and his guide Three miles he had not past there he must sit He ask't if he were not neere London yet His man replies good Sir your selfe besturre For we haue yet to goe sixe times as farre Alas I had rather stay at home and digge I had not thought the worlde was halfe so bigge Thus this great worthie comes backe thoewith strife He neuer was fo farre in all his life None of the seauen worthies on his behalfe Say was not he a worthie Essex Calfe The Humors that haunt a Wife A Gentleman a verie friend of mine Hath a young wife and she is monstrous fine Shee 's of the new fantastique humor right In her attire an angell of the light Is she an Angell I it may be well Not of the light she is a light Angell Forsooth his doore must suffer alteration To entertaine her mightie huge Bom-fashion A hood's to base a hat which she doth male With brauest feathers in the Estridge tayle She scornes to treade our former proud wiues traces That put their glory in their on faire faces In her conceit it is not faire enough She must reforme it with her painters stuffe And she is neuer merry at the heart Till she be got into her leatherne Cart. Some halfe amile the Coach-man guides the raynes Then home againe birladie she takes paines My friend seeing what humors haunt a wife If he were loose would lead a single life A poore Mans pollicy NExt I will tell you of a poore mans tricke Which he did practise with a polliticke This poore man had a Cow t was all his stocke Which on the Commons fed where Catell flocke The other had a steere a wanton Beast Which he did turne to feede amongst the rest Which in processe although I know not how The rich mans Oxe did gore the poore mans Cow The poore man heereat vexed waxed sad For it is all the liuing that he had And he must loose his liuing for a song Alas he knew not how to right his wrong He knew his enemie had pointes of law To saue his purse fill his deuouring mawe Yet thought the poore man how so it betide I le make him giue right sentence on my side Without delay vnto the Man he goes And vnto him this fayned tale doth gloze Quoth he my Cow which with your Oxe did feede Hath kild your Oxe and I make knowne the deede Why quoth my Politique thou shouldst haue helpt it rather Thou shalt pay for him if thou wert my father The course of law in no wise must be stayde Least I an cuill president be made O Sir quoth h◠I cry you mercy now I did mistake your Oxe hath gorde my Cow Conuict by reason he began to brawle But was coutent to let his action fall As why quoth he thou lookst vnto her well Could I preuent the mischiefe that befell I haue more weightie causes now to trie Might orecomes right without a reason why Epigram ONe of the damned crew that liues by drinke And by Tobacco's stillified stink Met with a Country man that dwelt at Hull Thought he this pesant's fit to be my Gull His first salute like to the French mans wipe Wordes of encounter please you take a pipe The Countrie man amazed at this rabble Knewe not his minde yet would be conformable Well in a petty Ale-house they ensconce His Gull must learne to drinke Tobacco once Indeede his purpose was to make a iest How with Tobacco he the peasant drest Hee takes a whiffe with arte into his head The other standeth still astonished Till all his sences he doth backe reuoake Sees it ascend much like Saint Katherins smoake But this indeede made him the more admire He saw the smoke thought he his head 's a fier And to increase his feare he thought poore soule His scarlet nose had been a firie cole Which circled round with smoak seemed to him Like to some rotten brand that burneth dim But to shew wisdome in a desperat case He threw a Can of beere into his face And like a man some furie did inspire Ran out out of doores for helpe to quench the fire The Ruffin throwes away his Trinidado Out comes huge oathes and then his short poynado But then the Beere so troubled his eyes The countrieman was gone ere he could rise A fier to drie him he doth now require Rather then water for to quench his fire Epigram COme my braue gallant come vncase vncase Nere shall obliuion your great actes deface He has been there where neuer man came yet An vnknowne countrie I I le warrant it Whence he could Ballace a good ship in holde With Rubies Saphiers Diamonds and golde Great Orient Pearles esteem'd no more then moates Sould by the pecke as chandlers measure oates I meruaile then we haue no trade from thence O t is too farre it will not beare expence T' were far indeede a good way from our mayne If charges eate vp such excessiue gaine Well he can shew you some of Lybian grauell O that there were another world to trauell I heard him sweare that hee t was in his mirth Had been in all the corners of the earth Let all his wonders be together stitcht He threw the barre that great Alcides pitcht But he that saw the Oceans farthest strands You pose him if you aske where Douer stands He has been vnder ground and hell did see Aeneas nere durst goe so farre as hee For he has gone through Plutoes Regiment Saw how the Fiendes doe Lyers there torment And how they did in helles damnation frye But who would thinke the Traueller would lye To dine with Pluto he was made to