put it up againe 76. On Master Stone Here worthy of a better chest A pretious stone inclos'd doth rest Whom nature had so rarely wrought That Pallas it admir'd and thought No greater jewell than to weare Still such a diamond in her eare But sicknesse did it from her wring And placed it in Libitina's ring Who changed natures worke a new And death's pale image in it drew Pitty that paine had not been sav'd So good a stone to be engrav'd 77. On Master Aire Vnder this stone of marble fayre Lyes th'body ' ntomb'd of Gervase Aire He dy'd not of an ague fitt Nor surfetted of too much witt Me thinks this was a wond'rous death That Aire should dye for want of breath 78. On a young man Surpriz'd by griefe and sicknesse here I lye Stopt in my middle age and soone made dead Yet doe not grudge at God if soone thou dye But know hee trebles favours on thy head Who for thy morning worke equalls thy pay With those that have endur'd the heate of day 79. On Master Sand's Who would live in others breath Fame deceives the dead mans trust When our names doe change by death Sands I was and now am dust 80. On a Scholler Some doe for anguish weepe for anger I That ignorance should live and arte should dye 81. On Master Goad Go adde this verse to Goad's herse For Goad is gone but whither Goad himselfe is gone to God 'T was death's goad drove him thither 82. On Master Munday Hallowed be the Sabboath And farewell all worldly pelfe The weeke begins on Tuesday For Munday hath hang'd himselfe 83. On the two Littletons who were drowned at Oxford 1636. Herelye wee reader canst thou not admire Who both at once by water dy'd and fire For whilst our bodies perisht in the deepe Our soules in love burnt so we fell asleepe Let this be then our Epitaph here lyes Two yet but one one for the other dyes 84. On a Matron Here lyes a wife was chaste a mother blest A modest Matron all these in one chest Sarah unto her mate Mary to God Martha to men whilst here she had abode 85. In Latine thus Vxor casta parens foelix matrona pudica Sara viro mundo Martâ—a Maria Deâ— 86. On a Butler That death should thus from hence our Butler Into my minde it cannot quickly sinke Sure death came thirsty to the butt'ry-hatch catch When he that buisy'd was deny'd him drinke Tut 't was not so 't is like he gave him liquour And death made drunke him made away the quicker Yet let not others grieve to much in mind The Butlers gone the key 's are left behind 87. On a Souldier When I was young in warres I shed my blood Both for my King and for my countries good In elder yeares my care was chieâ—e to be Souldier to him that shed his blood for me 88. On a Tobacconiâ—t Loe here I lye roll'd up like th' Indian weede My pipes I have pack't up for breath I neede Man's breath 's a vopour he himselfe is grasse My breath but of a weede the vapour was When I shal turne to earth good friends beware Least it evap'rate and infect the ayre 94. On Master Thomas Allen. No Epitaphs neede make the just man fam'd The good are prays'd when they are only nam'd 89. On Master Cooke To God his country and the poore he had A zealous Soule free heart and lib'rall minde His wife his children and his kindred sad Lacke of his love his care and kindnesse finde Yet are their sorrowes asswag'd w th the thought He hath attayn'd the happinesse he sought 90. On a Printer whose wife was lame Sleep William sleep she that thine eyes did close Makes lame Iambiques for thee as shee goes 91. On a Taylour who dy'd of the stitch Here lyes a Taylour in this ditch Who liv'd and dyed by the stitch 92. On a dumbe fellow dying of the collicke Here lyes Iohn Dumbello Who dy'd because he was so For if his breech could have spoke His heart surâ—ly had not broke 92. On Isabella a Curtezan He who would write an Epitaph Whereby to make faire Is'bell laugh Must get upon her and write well Here underneath lyes Isabell. 94. On a vertuous wife viz. Susanna wife to Mr. William Horsenell In briefe to speake thy praise let this suffice Thou wert a wife most loving modest wise Of children carefull to thy neighbour's kind A worthy mistris and of liberall mind 95. On M. Christopher Lawson Death did not kill unjustly this good-man But death in death by death did shew his power His pious deedes thoughts to heaven fore-ran There to prepare his soule a blessed bower 96. On Hobson the Carrier Here Hobson lyes amongst his many betters A man unlearned yet a man oâ— letters His carriage was well knowne oft hath he gone In Embassye 'twixt father and the sonne There 's few in Cambridge to his praise be it spoken But may remember him by some good token From whence he rid to London day by day Till death benighting him he loâ—t his way His teame was of the best nor would he have Benee min'd in any way but in the grave Nor is 't a wonder that he thus is gone Since all men knew he long was drawing on Thus rest in peace thou everlasting swaine And supreame waggoner next Charles his wayne 97. On a Welshman Here lyes puried under these stones Shon ap Williams ap Ienkyn ap Iones Her was porne in Wales her was kill'd in Fraâ—â—e Her went to Cottpy a feâ—y mischance La yee now 98. On M. Pricke Vpon the fith day of November Christ's Colledge lost a privie member Cupid and death did both their arrowes micke Cupid shot short but death did hit the pricke Women lament and maidens make great mones Because the Priâ—ke 〈…〉 the stones 99. 〈…〉 Porter At length by worke of wond'rous face Here lyes the porter of Wynchester-gate If gone to heav'n as much I feare He can be but a porter there He fear'd not hell so much for 's sinne As for th' great rapping and oft comming in 100. On M. Carter burnt by the great powder mischance in Finsbury Here lyes an honest Carter yet no clowne Vnladen of his cares his end the crowne Vanisht from hence even in a cloud of smoake A blowne-up Citizen and yet not broke 101. On a Lady dying in Child-bed Borne at the first to bring another forth Shee leaves the world to leave the world her worth Thus Phaenix-like as she was borne to bleede Dying herselfe renew's it in her seede 102. On Prince Henry Loe where he shineth yonder A fixed starre in heaven Whose motions thence coms under None of the Planets seven If that the Moone shou'd tender The Sunne her love and marry They both could not â—ngender So bright a starre as Harry 10. Vpon one who dy'd in prison Reader I liv'd enquire no more Least a spye enter in at doore Such are the times a dead-man
At call till then unretriuâ—d here he lyes 122. On a Cocke-master Fare-well stout hott-spur now the battail's done In which th' art foyi'd death hath over-come Having o're-matcht thy strength made thee stoop She quickly forct thee on the pit to droop From whence thou art not able rise or stir For death is now become thy vanquisher 123 On a pious benefactour The poore the world the heavens the grave His almes his praise his soule and body have 124. Vpon Hodge Pue's Father Oh cruell death that stopt the view Of Thom's parishioner good-man Pue Who lived alwaies in good order Vntill that death stopt his recorder Which was betwixt Easter and Penticost In the yeare of the great frost At New-market then was the King When as the bells did merrily ring The Minister preached the day before Vnto his highnesse and no more Returning home said prayers and Bnried the man as I understand 125. On M. Washington page to the Prince Knew'st thou whose these ashes were Reader thou would'st weeping sweare The rash fate erâ—'d here as appeares Counting his vertues for his yeares His goodnesse made them so o're seene Which shew'd him threescore at eighteene Enquire not his disease or paine He dy'd of nothing else but spayne Where the worst calenture he feeles Are Jesuites and Alguaziles Where he is not allow'd to have Vnlesse he steal 't a quiet grave Hee needes no other Epitaph or stone But this here lyes lov'd Washington Write this in teares in that loose dust And every greiv'd beholder must When he waighâ—s him and knowes his yeares Renew the letâ—ers with his teares 126. On Gustavus Adolphus King of Sweden The world expects Swede's monumentall stone Should equall the Philosophers each groane Should breath a golden veine and ev'ry verse Should draw Elixar from his fatall hearse No fitter subject where strong lines should meet Than such a noble center could the feet Of able verse but trace his rectories They neede not feare o're strayn'd Hyperbole's Where all 's transoendent who out-paralell'd Plutarch's selected Heroes and is held The tenth of Worthies who hath over-acted Great Caesar's German-comments contracted His expeditions by preventing awe He often over-came before hee saw And what of his great sonne Jove us'd to say Hee alwaies either found or made his way Such was his personall and single fight As if that death it selfe had ta'ne her flight Into brave Swedens scabbard when he drew Death with that steele inevitably flew His campe a church wherein the Gen'rall's life Was the best Sermon and the onely strife ' Amongst his was to repeate it bended knee Was his prime posture and his â—nemy Found this most praevalent his discipline Impartiall and exact it did out-shine Those antique Martiall-Graecian Roman lamps From W ch most of the worlds succeeding camps Have had their borrow'd light this this was hee All this and more yet even all this can dye Death surely ventur'd on the Swede ' to try If heav'n were subject to mortality And shot his soule to heav'n as if that shee Could if not kill unthrone a diety Bold death 's deceiv'd 't is in another sense That heav'n is said to suffer violence No yr'n chaine-shot but 't is the golden chaine Of vertue and the Graces are the maine That doe unhinge the everlasting gates All which like yoaked undivided mates Were linck't in Sweden where they were enchain'd Like Orthodoxall volumes nothing feign'd Though fairely bound his story is not dipt In oyle â—ut in his owne true Manuscript It is enough to name him surely wee Have got that Roman's doating Lethargy And may our names forget if so we can Forget the name of Sweden renownâ—d man Thon hadst no sooner made the Worthies ten But heaveÌ„ did claime the tenth zealous that men Would idolize thee but their instâ—ment Thus thy Meridian prov'd thy Occiden Had longer dayes beene graunted by the fates Rome had heard this Hanniball at her gates Farewell thou Austrian scourge thou moderne wonder Srange raine hath followed thy last clap of thunder A shower of teares and yet for ought we know The Horne that 's left may blow downe Jericho FINIS Imprimatur Octob. 8. 1639. Matth. Clay OVTLANDISH PROVERBS SELECTED LONDON Printed by T. P. for Humphrey Blunden at the Castle in Corn-bill 1640. Outlandish PROVERBS 1. MAN Proposeth God disposeth 2. Hee begins to die that quits his desires 3. A handfull of good life is better then a bushell of learning 4. He that studies his content wants it 5. Every day brings his bread with it 6. Humble Hearts have humble desires 7. Hee that stumbles and falles not mends his pace 8. The House shewes the owner 9. Hee that gets out of debt growes rich 10. All is well with him who is beloved 41. All came from and will goe to others 42. He that will take the bird must not skare it 43. He lives unsafely that lookes too neere on things 44. A gentle houswife marres the houshold 45. A crooked log makes a strait fire 46. He hath great neede of a foole that plaies the foole himselfe 47. A Marchant that gaines not looseth 48. Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule 49. Love and a Cough cannot be hid 50. A Dwarfe on a Gyants shoulder sees further of the two 51 Hee that sends a foole means to follow him 52. Brabling Curres never want sore eares 53. Better the feet slip then the tongue 54. For washing his hands none fels his lands 55. A Lyons skin is never cheape 56. The goate must browse where she is tyed 57. Who hath a Wolfe for his mate needes a Dog for his man 58. In a good house all is quickly ready 59. A bad dog never sees the Wolfe 60. God oft hath a great share in a little house 61. Ill ware is never cheape 62. A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast 63. If all fooles had bables wee should want fuell 64. Vertue never growes old 65. Evening words are not like to morning 66. Were there no fooles badd ware would not passe 67. Never had ill workeman good tooles 68. Hee stands not surely that never slips 69. Were there no hearers there would be no backbiters 70. Every thing is of use to a houskeeper 71. When prayers are done my Lady is ready 72. At Length the Fox turnes Monk 73. Flies are busiest about leane horses 74. Harken to reason or shee will bee heard 75. The bird loves her nest 76. Every thing new is fine 77. When a dog is a drowning every one offers him drink 78. Better a baâ—e foote then none 79. Who is so deafe as he that will not heare 80. He that is warme thinkes all so 81. At length the Fox is brought to the Fuâ—rier 82. Hee that goes barefoot must not plant thornes 83. They that are booted are not alwaâ—es ready 84. He that will learne to pray let him goe to Sea 85. In spending lies the advantage 86. Hee that lives well is learned enough
eye shall see nor vet the sun Descrie what thee and I have done The God of love himself hose dart Did first peirce mine and next thy heart He shall not know that we can tell What sweets in stoln cmoracemâ—nts dwell Onely this meanes may find it out If when I dy Phisians doubt What caus'd my death and they to view Of all the judgements that are true Rip up my heart oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there 269 To Mr. Ben. Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes â—arks Pray tell me Ben where doth the mistery lurke What others call a play you call a worke 270 Thus answer'd by a friendin Mr. Iohâ—sons defence The authors friend thus for the author sayes Bens plays are works when others works are plaies 271 Tempus edax rerum The sweetest flower in the summers prime By all agreement is the damaske rose Which if it grow anâ— be not pluck'd in time She sheds her leaves her buds their sent do loose Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse The sweetest work that ever nature fram'd By all agreement is a virgins face Which not enjoy'd her white and red will fade And unto all worm eating time give place Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse 272 Ad Aristarchum Be not agriev'd my humerous lines afford Of looser language here and there a word Who undertakes to sweep a common sinke I cannot blame him though his broome do stinke 273 To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a heart was Crown'd I tooke it to be thine But when I saw it had a wound I knew that heart was mine A bounty of a strange conceit To send mine own to me And send it in a worse estate Then when it came to thee The heart I gave thee had no staine It was intire and sound But thou hast sent it back againe Sick of a deadly wound Oh heavens how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be When thou hast kill'd me with a dart That so much honor'd thee 274 On a charming beauty I 'le gaze no more on that bewitched face Since ruin harbors there in every place For my inchanted soul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns I 'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers Which pleas'd or anger'd still are murtherers For if she dart like lightning through the ayre Her beames of wrath she kils me with despaire If she behold me with a pleasing eye I surfet with excesse of joy and dy 275 Covetous persons Patrons are latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose cognizance a wolfes head is And is his mouth a steeple 276 On a dyer Who hath time hath life that he denies This man hath both yet still he dyes 277 Non verber a sed verba Two Schollers late appointed for the field Must which was weakest to the other yeeld The quarrell first began about a word Which now should be decided by the sword But er'e they drew there fell that alteration As they grew friends againe by disputation 278 In Octavium Octavius lying at the point of death His gelding kindly did to me bequeath I wanted one and was in haste to ride In better time he never could have di'd 279 Ofletting In bed a yong man with his old wife lay O wife quoth he I've let a thing to day By which I feare I am a looser much His wife replyes youths bargaines still are such So turning from him angry at her heart She unawares let out a thundring Oh wife quoth he no looser I am now A marv'lous saver I am made by you Yong men that old wives have may never fell Because old wives quoth he let things so well 280 In Dossum Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'sie with his perriwig Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire As Esops crow might breake her oyster there Foole he to thinke his haire could tarry fast When Bore as teares up forests with a blast 281 Post dulcia finis amarus Ienkin a welshman that had suires in law Journying to London chanc'd to steale a cow For which pox on her luck as ne're man saw Was burnt within the fist and know not how Being ask'd if well the lawes with him did stand Was have her now quoth Ienkin in her hand 282 In Miâ—cam Fine Minca lisping yea and no forsooth Though little ears yet keeps a dainty tooth Minca that longs for apples on the tree In May before the blossomes fallen be Or will not eate a Kentish cherry down But for a couple when she payes a crown And cares not for a straw-berry or peare In truth because th' are common every where Yet what is that which may be had for reason And never comes to Minca out of season 283 Feminae ludifieantur viâ—os Kind Katherine to her husb and kist these words Mine own sweet Will how dearly do I love thee â— If true quoth Will the world no such affords And that it 's true I durst his warrant bee For ne're heard I of woman good or ill But alwayes loved best her own sweet will 284 Ad Tâ—sserum Tusser they tell me when thou wert alive Thou teaching thrift thy self couldst never thrive So like the whetstone many men are wont To sharpen others when themselves are blunt 285 Praestar videri quâ—messe Clitâ—s with clients is well customed That hath the laws but little studied No matter Clitus so they bring their fees How ill â—he case and thy advice agrees 286 Tunâ—â—ua res agitur A jealous merchant that a saylor met Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry Knowing what ill their absence might beget That still at sea constrained are to tarry Sir quoth the Saylor think you that so strange 'T is done the time whiles you but walke th' exchange 287 A conference A Dane a Spaniard a Polonian My selfe a Swisse with a Hungarian At supper met discoursed each with other Drank laught yet none that understood another 288 In Marcum Marcus is not a hypocrite and why He flyes all good to fly hypocrifie 289 Quid â—on verba suadeant Sextus halfe salv'd his credit with a jest That at a reckoning this devise had got When he should come to draw amongst the rest And saw each man had coine himselfe had not His empty pocket feels and 'gins to say In sadnes firs here 's not a crosse to pay 290 Stupid Binus Sith time flyes fast away his fastest flight Binus prevents with dreaming day and night 291 In divites Rich men their wealth as children rattles keep When playd a while with 't then they fall asleep 292 In Fannium What furi 's this his foe whilst Fannius flyes He kils himselfe for feare of death he dies 293 To Vellius Thou swearest I bowle as well as most men doe The most are
Particularly none generally all 'Mongst which if you have chanc'd to catch a prick Cry we-hy if you will but do not kick 458 On a Mother and her son having but two eyes betwixt theâ— each one A half blind-boy born of a half blind mother Peerlesse for beauty save compar'd to th' other Faire boy give her thine eye and she will prove The Queen of beauty thou the God of love 459 To his quill Thou hast been wanton therefore it is meet Thou ' shouldst do penance do it in a sheet 460 Of Câ—irst crucified When red the Sun goes down we use to say It is a signe we shall have a faire day Blood red the Sun of Heaven went down from hence And we have had faire weather ever since 461 On himselfe Mirth pleaseth some to others 't is offenâ—e Some coÌ„mend plain conceits some profound sence Some wish a witty jest some dislike that And most would have themselves they know not what Then he that would pleaâ—e all and himselfe too Takes more in hand than he is like to doe 462 To young men Yong men fly when beauty darts Amorous glances at your hearts The fixt marke gives your shooter aime And Ladyes lookes have power to maime Now 'twixt their lips now in â—heir eyes 〈◊〉 a kisse or smile love lyes Then fly betimes for onely they Conquer love that run away 463 The pens prosopopeia to the Scrivener Thinike who when you cut the quill Wounded was yet did no ill When you mend me thinke you must Mend your selfe else you 're unjust When you dip my nib in Inke Thinke on him that gall did drinke When the Inke sheds from your pen Thinke who shed his blood for men When you write but thinke on this And you ne're shall write amisse 464 A raritie If thou bee'st born to strange sights Things invisible to see Ride ten thousand dayes and nights Till age snow white haires on thee And thou when thou return'st wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee And thou ' lt sweare that no where Lives a maiden true and faire 465 Vpon Tom Toltâ—am's nose The radiant colour of Tom Toltham's nose Puts down the lilly and obscures the rose Had I a jewell of such pretious hew I would present it to some Monarch's view No subject should possesse such jems as those Ergo the King must have Tom Toltham's nose 466 Vpon Thorough-good an unthrifâ— Thy sir name Thorough-good befitteth thee Thou Tâ—orough-good and good goes thorough thee Nor thou in good nor good in thee doth stay Both of you thorough goe and passe away 467 In Amorem Love if a God thou art then evermore thou must Be mercifull and just If just thou be O wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone and not my Mistrisse heart If mercifull then why am I to paine reserv'd Who have the truly serv'd Whiles she that for thy power cares not a fly â—aughs thee to scorn and lives at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted be Heale me like her or else wound her like me 468 Ariddle on a pound of candles One evening as cold as cold might bee With frost and snow and pinching weather Companions about three times three Lay close all in a bed together Yet one after other they tookâ— a heat And dy'd that night all in a sweat 469 On the new aressings Ladyes that weare black cypresse vailes Turn'd lately to white linnen railes And to your girdle weare your bands And shew your armes in stead of hands What can you do in Lent more meet As fittest dresse than weare a sheet 'T was once a band t is now a cloake An acorne one day proves an oake Weare but your lawn unto your feet And then your band will prove a sheet By which device and wise excesse You do your pennance in a dresse And none shall know by what they see Which Lady 's censur'd which goes free 469 Tâ—us answered Blacke Cypresse vailes are shrouds of night White linnen railes are railes of light Which though we to our girdles weare W'have hands to keepe your armes off there Who makes our bands to be a cloake Makes Iohn a Stiles of Iohn an Oke We weare our linnen to our feet Yet need not make our band a sheet Your Clergie wears as long as wee Yet that implyes conformitie Be wise recant what you have writ Least you do pennance for your wit Love charmes have power to weave a string Shall tye you as you ty'd your ring Thus by loves sharpe but just decree You may be censur'd we go free 470 Amicitia What 's â—riendship 't is a treasure 't is a pleasure Bred 'twixt two worthy spirits by their merits 'T is two â—inds in one meeting never fleeting Two wils in one consenting each contenting One brest in two divided yet not parted A double body and yet single hearted Two bodies making one through self election Two minds yet having both but one affection 471 To his Mistrisse I cannot pray you in a studied stile Nor speak words distant from my heart a mile I cannot visit Hide-parke every day And with a hackney court my time away I cannot spanniolize it weeke by week Or waite a moneth to kisse your hand or cheek If when you 'r lov'd you cannot love againe Why doe but say so I am out of paine 472 On the Queene of Bohemia You meaner Beauties of the night Which poorely satisfie our eyes More by your number then your light The common people of the skies What are ye when the moon shall rise You violets that first appeare By your purple mantle known Like proud virgins of the yeere As if the Spring were all your own What are you when the rose is blown You wandring chaunters of the wood That fill the ayre with natures layes Thinking your passions understood By weak accents where 's your praise When Philomell her voyce shall raise So when my Princesse shall be seen In sweetnes of her lookes and mind By vertues first then choyce a Queen Tell me was she not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind 473 To his noble friend There 's no necessity that can exclude The poorest being from a gratitude For when the strength of fortune lends no more He that is truely thankefull is not poore Yours be the bounty then mine the great debt On which no time nor power can ransome set 474 Fatum Supremum All buildings are but monuments of death All clothes but winding sheets for our last knell All dainty fattings for the worms beneath All curious musique but our passing bell Thus death is nobly waited on for why All that we have is but deaths livery 475 On his Mrs. death Unjustly we complain of fate For short'ning our unhappy dayes When death doth nothing but translate And print â—s in a better phrase Yet who can choose but weep not I That beautie of such excellence And more vertue then could dy By deaths rude hand is ravish'd hence Sleepe
this monstrous birth abortive be Or else I will shake hands with poetrie 497 A Serving man One to a Serving man this councell sent To get a Master that 's intelligent Then if of him no wages he could get Yet he would understand he 's in his debt 498 Two Theeves Two Theeves by night began a lock to pick One in the house awake thus answer'd quick Why how now what a stir you there do keep Goe home again we are not yet asleep 499 A Physitian and a Farrier A neate Physitian for a Farrier sends To dresse his horse promising him amends Nay quoth the Farrier amends is made For nothing do we take of our own trade 500 A poore Peasant A poore man being sent for to the King Began to covet much a certaine thing Before he went being but an Iron naile His friend did aske him what it would availe Quoth he this is as good as one of steele For me to knock now into fortunes wheele 501 Three Pages Three Pages on a time together met And made a motion that each one would let The other know what hee 'd desire to be Having his wish thereto they did agree Quoth one to be a Melon I would chuse For then I 'm sure none would refuse To kisse my breech although the sent were hot And so they 'd know whether I were good or not 502 A Gentleman and his Phisitian A Gentleman not richest in discretion Was alwayes sending for his own phisition And on a time he needs would of him know What was the cause his pulse did go so slow Why quoth the Doctor thus it comes to passe Must needs go slow which goes upon an asse 503 A Peasant and his wife A Peasant with his wife was almost wilde To understand his Daughter was with childe And said if to the girle sh 'ad taken heed Sh 'ad not been guilty of so foule a deed Husband said she I sweare by cock Welfare a good old token The Devâ—ll him selfe can't keep that lock Which every key can open 504 G-L-Asse He that loves Glasse without a G Leave out L and that is hee Nihil hic nisi carmina desunt EPITAPHS 1. On a travelling begger HEre lies a Vagrant person whom our lawes Of late growne strict denied passage cause Hee wandred thus therefore returne he must From whence at first he hither came to dust 2. On a Mason So long the Mason wrought on other's walles That his owne house of clay to ruine falles No wonder spitefull death wrought his annoy He us'd to build and death seekes to destroy 3. On a Dyer Though death the Dyer colour-lesse hath made Yet he dies pale and will not leave his trade But being dead the meanes yet doth not lacke To die his friends cloth into mourning blacke Some sure foresaw his death for they of late Vs'd to exclaime upon his dying fate And weake and faint he seem'd oft-times t' have been For to change colours often he was seen Yet there no matter was so foule but he Would set a colour on it handsomlye Death him no unexpected stroke could give That learnt to dye since he began to live He shall yet prove what he before hath try'd And shall once more live after he hath dy'd 4. Of a Schoolemaster The graÌ„mer Schoole a long time taught I have Yet all my skill could not decline the grave But yet I hope it one day will be show'ne In no case save the Ablative alone 5. On William Shake-speare Renowned Spencer lye a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer and rare Beaumont lye A little neerer Spencer to make roome For Shake-speare in your threefold fourefold tombe To lodge all foure in one bed make a shift Vntill Doomes dâ—y for hardly will a fifth Betwixt this day and that by Fates be slaine For whom your curtaines may be drawn againe If your precedencie in death doe barre A fourth place in your sacred Sepulchre Vnder this sacred marble of thine owne Sleepe rare Tragaedian Shake-speare sleep alone Thy unmolested peace in an unshared cave Possesse as Lord not tenant of thy grave That unto us and others it may bee Honour hereafter to be laid by thee 6. On a youth Now thou hast Heaven for merit but 't is strange Mortality should â—nvie at thy change But God thought us unfit for such as thee And made thee consort of eternitye We grieve not then that thou to heaven art takeÌ„ But that thou hast thy friends so soone forsaken 7. On Prince Henry I have no veine in verse but if I could Distill on every word a pearle I would Our sorrowes pearles drop not from pens but eies Whilst other's Muse write mine onely cries 8. On a Foot-boy that dyed with overmuch running Base tyrant death thus to assaile one tyr'd Who scarse his latest breath beeing left expir'd And being too too cruell thus to stay So swift a course at length ran quite away But pretty boy be sure it was not death That left behind thy body out of breath Thy soule and body running in a race Thy soule held out thy body tyr'd apace Thy soule gained and left that lump of clay To rest it selfe untill the latter day 9. On Hobson the Carrier Hobson what 's out of sight is out of mind Is gone and left his letters here behind He that with so much paper us'd to meet Is now alas content to take one sheet 10. Another He that such carriage store was wont to have Is carried now himselfe unto his grave O strange he that in life ne're made but one Six Carriers makes now he is dead and gone 11. Another Here Hobson lyes prest with a heavy loade Who now is gone the old and common Roade The waggon he so lov'd so lov'd to ride That he was drawing on whilst that he dy'd 12. Another Hobsonâ—s not dead but Charles the Northerne swaine Hath sent for him to draw his lightsome-waine 13. On a treacheroâ—s Warrener Behold here lyes a scalded pate quite bare In catching conies who lost many a hare 14. On a faire Damosell Life is the Road to death death Heavens gate must be Heaven is the throne of Christ Christ is life to me 15. On a Foot-man This nimble foot-man ran away from death And here he rested being out of breath Here death him overtooke made him his slave And sent him on an errand to his grave 16. On Queene Anne 〈◊〉 dyed in March was kept all Aprill and buried in May. March with his winds hath strucke a Cedar tall And weeping April mournes the Cedar's fall And May inteÌ„ds her month no flow'rs shal bring Since she must lose the flow'r of all the spring Thy March his winds have caused April show'rs And yet sad May must lose his flow'r of flow'rs 17. Iustus Lipsius Some have high mountaines of Parian stone And some in brasse carve their inscription Some have their tombes of costly marble reaâ—'d But in our teares onely art thou interr'd 18. On
I nothing tell me what I dreamed last night 337. When the Foxe preacheth beware geese 338. When you are an Anvill hold you still when you are a hammer strike your fill 339. Poore and liberall rich and coveteous 340. He that makes his bed ill lies there 341. Hee that labours and thrives spins gold 342. He that sowes trusts in God 343. Hee that lies with the dogs riseth with fleas 344. Hee that repaires not a part builds all 345. A discontented man kwes not where to sit easie 346. Who spits against heaven it falls in his face 347. Hee that dines and leaves layes the cloth twice 348. Who eates his cock alone must saddle his horse alone 349. He that is not handsome at 20 nor strong at 30 nor rich at 40 nor wise at 50 will never bee handsome strong rich or wise 350. Hee that doth what hee will doth not what he ought 351. Hee that will deceive the fox must rise betimes 352. He that lives well sees a farre off 353. He that hath a mouth of his owne must not say to another Blow 354. He that will be served must bee patient 355. Hee that gives thee a bone would not have thee die 356. He that chastens one chastens 20. 357. He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world 358. He that hath no ill fortune is troubled with good 359. Hee that demands misseth not unlesse his demands be foolish 360. He that hath no hony in his pot let him have it in his mouth 361. He that takes not up a pin slilghts his wife 362. He that owes nothing if he makes not mouthes at us is courteous 363. Hee that looseth his due gets not thankes 364. Hee that beleeveth all misseth hee that beleeveth nothing hitts not 365. Pardons and pleasantnesse are great revenges of slanders 366. A married man turnes his staffe into a stake 367. If you would know secrets looke them in griefe or pleasure 368. Serve a noble disposition though poore the time comes that hee will repay thee 369. The fault is as great as hee that is faulty 370. If folly were griefe every house would weepe 371. Hee that would bee well old must bee old betimes 372. Sit in your place and none can make you rise 373. If you could runne as you drinke you might catch a hare 374. Would you know what mony is Go borrow some 375. The morning Sunne never lasts a day 376. Thou hast death in thy house and dost bew aile anothers 377. All griefes with bread are lesse 378. All things require skill but an appetite 379. All things have their place knew wee how to place them 380. Little pitchers have wide eares 381. We are fooles one to another 382. This world is nothing except it tend to another 383. There are three waies the Vniversities the Sea the Court. 384. God comes to see without a bell 385. Life without a friend is death without a witnesse 386. Cloath thee in war arme thee in peace 387. The horse thinkes one thing and he that sadles him another 388. Mills and wives ever want 389. The dog that licks ashes trust not with meale 390. The buyer needes a hundred eyes the seller not one 391. He carries well to whom it waighes not 392. The comforters head never akes 393. Step after step the ladder is ascended 394. Who likes not the drinke God deprives him of bread 395. To crazy ship all winds are contrary 396. Justice pleaseth few in their owne house 397. In times comes he whom God sends 398. Water a farre off quencheth not fire 399. In sports and journeys men are knowne 400. An old friend is a new house 401. Love is not found in the market 402. Dry feet warme head bring safe to bed 403. Hee is rich enough that wants nothing 404. One father is enough to governe one hundred sons but not a hundred sons one father 405. Farre shooting never kild bird 406. An upbraidâ—d morsell never choaked any 407. Dearths foreseene come not 408. An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles 409. Hee that falles into the durt the longer he stayes there the fowler he is 410. He that blames would buy 411. He that sings on friday will weepe on Sunday 412. The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne 413. My house my house though thou art small thou art to me the Escuriall 414. A hundred loade of thought will not pay one of debts 415. Hee that comes of a hen must scrape 416. He that seekes trouble never misses 417. He that once deceives is ever suspected 418. Being on sea saile being on land settle 419. Who doth his owne businesse foules not his hands 420. Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace 421. Hee that workes after his owne manner his head akes not at the matter 422. Who hath bitter in his mouth spits not all sweet 423. He that hath children all his morsels are not his owne 424. He that hath the spice may season as he list 425. He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne 426. He that hath love in his brest hath spurres in his sides 427. Hee that respects not is not respected 428. Hee that hath a Fox for his mate hath neede of a net at his girdle 429. He that hath right feares he that hath wrong hopes 430. Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing 431. Never was strumpet faire 432. He that measures not himselfe is measured 433. Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat and hee that hath one son makes him a foole 434. Who letts his wife goe to every feast and his horse drinke at every water shall neither have good wife nor good horse 435. He that speakes sowes and he that holds his peace gathers 436. He that hath little is the lesse durtie 437. He that lives most dies most 438. He that hath one foot in the straw hath another in the spittle 439. Hee that 's fed at anothers hand may sray long ere he be full 440. Hee that makes a thing too fine breakes it 441. Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands 442. He that would be well needs not goe from his owne house 443. Councell breakes not the head 444. Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow 445. Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales 446. Mony refused looseth its brightnesse 447. Health and mony goe farre 448 Where your will is ready your feete are light 449. A great ship askes deepe waters 450. Woe to the house where there is no chiding 451. Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine 452. Fooles bite one another but wisemen agree together 453. Trust not one nights ice 454. Good is good but better carries it 455. To gaine teacheth how to spend 456. Good finds good 457. The dog gnawes the bone because he cannot swallow it 458. The crow bewailes the sheepe and then eates it 459. Building is a sweet impoverishing 460.
594. Willowes are weake yet they bind other wood 595. A good prayer is master of anothers purse 596. The thread breakes where it is weakest 597. Old men when they scorne young make much of death 598. God is at the end when we thinke he is furthest off it 599. A good Judge conceives quickly judges slowly 600. Rivers neede a spring 601. He that contemplates hath a day without night 602. Give loosers leave to talke 603. Losse embraceth shame 604. Gaming women and wine while they laugh they make men pine 605. The fatt man knoweth not what the leane thinketh 606. Wood halfe burnt is easily kindled 607. The fish adores the bait 608. He that goeth farre hath many encounters 609. Every bees hony is sweet 610. The slothfull is the servant of the counters 611. Wisedome hath one foot on Land and another on Sea 612. The thought hath good leggs and the quill a good tongue 613. A wise man needes not blush for changing his purpose 614. The March sunne raises but dissolves not 615 Time is the Rider that breakes youth 616. The wine in the bottell doth not quench thirst 617. The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon 618. An examin'd enterprize goes on boldly 619. In every Art it is good to have a master 620. In every country dogges bite 621. In every countrey the sun rises in the morning 622. A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground 623. You may bring a horse to the river but he will drinke when and what he pleaseth 624. Before you make a friend eate a bushell of salt with him 625. Speake fitly or be silent wisely 626. Skill and confidence are an unconquered army 627. I was taken by a morsell saies the fish 628. A disarmed peace is weake 629. The ballance distinguisheth not betweene gold and lead 630. The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull 631. To bee beloved is above all bargaines 632. To deceive ones selfe is very easie 633. The reasons of the poore weigh not 634. Perversnes makes one squint ey'd 635. The evening praises the day and the morning a frost 636. The table robbes more then a thiefe 637. When age is jocond it makes sport for death 638. True praise rootes and spreedes 639. Feares are divided in the midst 640. The soule needes few things the body many 641. Astrologie is true but the Astrologers cannot finde it 642. Ty it well and let it goe 643. Emptie vessels sound most 644. Send not a Catt for Lard 645. Foolish tongues talke by the dozen 646. Love makes one fitt for any work 647. A pittifull mother makes a scald head 648. An old Physitian and a young Lawyer 649. Talke much and erre much saies the Spanyard 650. Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church yet robbe the Altar 651. An idle head is a boxe for the winde 652. Shew me a lyer and I le shew thee a theefe 653. A beane in liberty is better then a comfit in prison 654. None is borne Master 655. Shew a good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue but an ill it doubles his fault 656. None is offended but by himselfe 657. None saies his Garner is full 658. In the husband wisedome in the wife gentlenesse 659. Nothing dries sooner then a teare 660. In a Leopard the spotts are not observed 661. Nothing lasts but the Church 662. A wise man cares not for what he cannot have 663. It 's not good fishing before the net 664. He cannot be vertuous that is not rigorous 665. That which will not be spun let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe 666. When my house burnes it 's not good playing at Chesse 667. No barber shaves so close but another finds worke 668. Ther 's no great banquet but some fares ill 669. A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule 670. Forbeare not sowing because of birds 671. Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged 672. Speake not of a dead man at the table 673. A hatt is not made for one shower 674. No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a Chappell hard by 675. Every one puts his fault on the Times 676. You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes 677. Pardon all but thy selfe 678. Every one is weary the poore in seeking the rich in keeping the good in learning 679. The escaped mouse ever feeles the taste of the bait 680. A litle wind kindles much puts out the fire 681. Dry bread at home is better than rost meate abroad 682. More have repented speech then silence 683. The coveteous spends more then the liberall 684. Divine ashes are better then earthly meale 685. Beauty drawes more then oxen 686. One father is more then a hundred Schoolemasters 687. One eye of the masters sees more then ten of the servants 688. When God will punish hee will first take away the understanding 689. A little labour much health 690. When it thunders the theefe becomes honest 691. The tree that God plants no winde hurts it 692. Knowledge is no burthen 693. It 's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare 694. Long jesting was never good 695. If a good man thrive all thrive with him 696. If the mother had not beene in the oven shee had never sought her daughter there 697 If great men would have care of little ones both would last long 698. Though you see a Church-man ill yet continue in the Church still 699. Old praise dies unlesse you feede it 700. If things were to be done twice all would be wise 701. Had you the world on your Chesse-bord you could not fit all to your mind 702. Suffer and expect 703. If fooles should not foole it they should loose their season 704. Love and businesse teach eloquence 705. That which two will takes effect 706. He complaines wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwrack 707. He is onely bright that shines by himselfe 708. A valiant mans looke is more then a cowards sword 709. The effect speakes the tongue needes not 710. Divine grace was never slow 711. Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle 712. It 's a proud horse that will not carry his owne provender 713. Three women make a market 714. Three can hold their peace if two be away 715. It 's an ill councell that hath no escape 716. All our pompe the earth covers 717. To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine 718. Comparisons are odious 719. All keyes hang not on one girdle 720 Great businesses turne on a little pinne 721. The wind in ones face makes one wise 722. All the Armes of England will not arme feare 723. One sword keepes another in the sheath 724. Be what thou wouldst seeme to be 725. Let all live as they would die 726. A gentle heart is tyed with an easie thread 727 Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights 728. God provides for him that
I wrong To think 't was learnt from any but thy tongue 61 On Cornuto Cornuto is not jealous of his wife Nor e're mistrust's her too laâ—civious life Aske him the reason why he doth forbeare Hee 'l answer straight it commeth with a fear 62 On a Shrew A froward shrew being blam'd because she show'd Not so much reverence as by right she ow'd Unto her husband she reply'd he might Forbeare complaint of me I do him right His will is mine he would beare rule and I Desire the like onely in sympathy 63 On a youth married to an old woman Fond youth I wonder why thou didst intend To marry her who is so neer her end Thy fortune I dare tell perchance thou 'lt have At supper dainties but in bed a grave 64 On a dying Vsurer With greater grief non doth death entertain Then wretched Chrysalus he sighs a mayn Not that he dyes but 'cause much cost is spent Upon the Sexton and his regiment The joviall ringers and the Curate must Have his fee too when dust is turn'd to dust And which is greater then the former sum Hee 'l pay an angell for a Moor-stone-tomb 65 On a fly in a glasse A fly out of his glasse a guest did take E're with the liquor he his thirst would slake When he had drunk his fill again the fly Into the glasse he put and said though I Love not flyes in my drink yet others may Whose humour I nor like nor will gain-say 66 On Collimus If that Collimus any thing do lend Or dog or horse or hawk unto his friend He to endear the borrowers love the more Saith he ne'r lent it any one before Nor would to any but to him his wife Having observ'd these speeches all her life Behind him forks her fingers and doth cry To none but you I 'd doe this courtesie 67 Auri-sacra fames-quiâ— non A smoothfac'd youth was wedded to an old Decrepit shrew such is the power of gold That love did tye this knot the end will prove The love of money not the god of love 68 On Sexâ—us What great revenews Sextus doth possesse When as his sums of gold are numberlesse What cannot Sextus have I wonder then Sextus cann't live as well as other men 69 Good wits jump Against a post a scholler chanc'd to strike At unawares his head like will to like Good wits will jump quoth he if that be true The title of a block-head is his due 70 On Womens Maskes It seems that Masks do women much disgrace Sith when they weare them they do hide their face 71 On Lepidus and his wife Lepidus married somewhile to a shrew She sick'ned he in jesting wise to shew How glad her death would make him said sweet-heart I pray you e're you sing loath to depart Tell who shall be my second wife and I After your death will wed her instantly She somewhat vext hereat straightway reply'd Then let grim Pluto's daughter be your bride He answer'd wife I would your will obey But that our laws my willingnesse gain-say For he who Pluto's sister takes to wife Cannot his daughter too upon my life 72 Vpon a pair of Tongs The burnt child dreads the fire if this be true Who first invented tongs it's fury knew 73 On Celsus his works Celsus to please himselfe a book hath writ It seem's so for there 's few that buyeth it He is no popular man it thereby seems Sith men condemn what he praise worthy deems Yet this his wisdome and his book prefer Disprais'd by all they think both singular 74 The Devill and the Fryar The Devill was once deceived by a fryar Who though he sold his soul cheated the buyer The devill was promist if he would supply The Fryar with coyn at his necessity When all the debts he ow'd discharg'd were quite The Devill should have his soul as his by right The Devill defray'd all scores payd all at last Demanded for his due his soul in haste The Fryar return'd this answer if I ow You any debts at all then you must know I am indebted still if nothing be Due unto you why do you trouble me 75 To Phillis Aske me not Phillis why I do refuse To kisse thee as the most of gallants use For seeing oft thy dog to fawn and skip Upon thy lap and joyning lip to lip Although thy kisses I full fain would crave Yet would I not thy dog my rivall have 76 Of Charidemâ—s Although thy neighbour have a handsom horse Matchlesse for comly shape for hue and course And though thy wife thou knowest ill-shapen â—e Yet Charidemus praises mightily His ugly wife and doth the horse dispraise How subtilly the fox his engin layes For he desires his neighbours horse to buy And sell his wife to any willingly 77 Of Clytus Clytus the barber doth occasion fly Because 't is bal'd and he gains nought thereby 78 On Balbus Balbus a verse on Venus boy doth scan But ere 't was finiâ—â—'d Cupid's grown a man 79 On Comptulus I wonder'd Comptulus how thy long hair In comely curles could show so debonair And every hair in order be when as Thou could'st not trim it by a looking-glasse Nor any barber did thy tresses pleat 'T is strange but Monsieur I conceive the feat When you your hair do kemb you off it take And order 't as you please for fashions sake 80 On Gellius In building of his house Gellius hath spent All his revenews and his ancient rent Aske not a reason why Gellius is poor His great house hath turn'd him out of door 81 To Ponticus At supper-time will Poutus visit me I 'd rather have his room then companie But if him from me I can no wayes fright I 'd have him visit me each fasting night 82 On a Pot-poet What lofty verses Caelâ—s writes it is But when his head with wine oppressed is So when great drops of rain fall from the skyes In standing pools huge bubles will arise 83 On Onellus Thou never supp'st abroad Onellus true For at my home I 'm sure to meet with you 84 On Wine What must we then on muddy tap-lash swill Neglecting sack which makes the poet's quill To thunder forth high raptures such as when Sweet-tongued Ovid erst with his smooth pen In flourishing Rome did write frown god of winâ— To see how most men disesteem thy Vines 85 On beere Is no juice pleasing but the grapes is none So much beloved doth perfection Onely conjoyn in wine or doth the well Of Aganippe with this liquor swell That Poâ—ts thus affect it shall we crown A meer exâ—tique and contemn our own Our native liquor haunt who list the grape He more esteem our Oate whose reed shall make An instrument to warble forth her praise Which shall survive untill the date of daies And eke invoke some potent power divine To patronize her worth above the vine 86 On a vaunting Poetaster Câ—cilius boasts his verses worthy bee To be engraven on a Cypresse
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