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
a child of two yeeres old being borne and dying in Iuly Here is laid a July-flow'r With surviving teares bedew'd Not despayring of that houre When her spring shall be renew'd E're she had her Summer seene Shee was gather'd fresh and greene 29. Another Like bird of prey Death snatcht away This harmelesse dove Whose soule so pure Is now secure In heaven above 20. Another That flesh is grasse It 's grace a flower Reade e're you passe Whom wormes dovourâ— 21. On a Cobler Death at a Coblers doore oft made a stand And alwaies found him on the mending hand At last came death in very foule weather And ript the soale from the upper leather Death put a trick upon him and what was 't The cobler call'd for 's awle death brought his Laste 22. On a Lock-smith A zealous Lock-smith dy'd of late Who by this time 's at heaven-gate The reason why he will not knocke Is 'cause he meanes to picke the locke 23. On a Collier Here lies the Collier Jenkin Dashes By whom death nothing gain'd he swore For living he was dust and ashes And being dead he is no more 24. On Dick Pinner Here lyes Dick Pinner O ungentle death Why did'st thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath For living he by scraping of a pin Made better dust then thou hast made of him 25. On M. Thomas Best With happie stars he sure is blest Where â— ere he goes that still is Best 26. On Robyn Round Robyn's gone this grave doth inclose The pudding of his doublet and his hose 27. On Proud Tygeras Proud and foolish so it came to passe He liu'd a Tyger and he dy'd and Asse 28. On Iohn Cofferer Here lyes Iohn Cofferer and takes his rest Now he hath chang'd a coffer for a chest 29. On blind and deafe Dicke Freeman Here lyes Dicke Freeman That could not heare nor see man 30. On a Miller Death without warning was as bold as briefe When he kill'd two in one Miller Thiefe 31. On a disagreeing couple Hîc jacet ille qui â—enties mille Did scold with his wife Cùm illo jacet illa quae communis in villâ did quittance his life His name was Nicke the which was sicke And that very malâ— Her name was Nan who lou'd well a man So gentlemen vale 32. On a Sack-sucker Good reader blesse thee be assur'd The spirit of Sack lyes here immur'd Who havock'd all he could come by For Sack and here quite sack'd doth lye 33. On a Lady Here lyes one dead under this marble stone Who when she liv'd lay under more than one 34. On a Westler Death to this Wrestler gave a fine fall That tript up his heeles and tooke no hold at all 35. On Iohn Death Here 's Death intterred that liu'd by bread Then all should live now death is dead 36. On a Scrivener Here to a period is the Scrievener come This is the last sheet his full point this tombe Of all aspersions I excuse him not 'T is knowne he liu'd not without many a blot Yet he no ill example shew'd to any But rather gave good coppies unto many He in good letters alwaies hath beene bred And hath writ more then many men have read He rulers had as his command by law And though he could not hang yet he could draw He far more bond men had made than any A dash alone of his pen ruin'd many That not without good reason we might call Hiâ— letters great or little Capitall Yet is the Scriveners fate as sure as just When he hath all done then he falls to dust 37. On a Chandler How might his dayes end that made weekes or hee That could make light here laid in darkenes bee Yet since his weekes were spent how could he chose But be depriu'd of light his trade lose Yet dead the Chandler is and sleep's in peace No wonder long since melted was his greace It seemes that he did evill for daylight He hated and did rather wish the night Yet came his workes to light were like gold Prou'd in the fire but could not tryall hold His candle had an end and death's black night Is an extinguisher of all his light 38. On a young gentle-woman Nature in this small volume was about To perfect what in women was left out Yet carefull least a peice so well begun Should want preservatives when she had done E're she could finish what she undertooke Threw dust upon it and shut up the booke 39. On an Infant The reeling world turn'd poet made a play I came to see 't dislik't it wâ—nt my way 40. On a Lady dying quickly after her husband He first deceased she a little try'd To live without him liked not and dy'd 41. On a Smith Farewell stout Iron-side not all thine art Could make a shield against death's envious dart Without a fault no man his life doth passe For to his vice the Smith addicted was He oft as choller is encreas't by fire Was in a â—ume and much enclin'd to ire He had so long bin us'd to forge that he Was with a blacke coale markt for forgery But he for witnesse needed not to care Who but a blacke-smith was though neâ—'e so fayre And opertunities he slacked not That knew to strike then when theâ—ir'n was hot As the doore-nailes he made hee 's now as dead He them death him hath knockt on the head 42. On Mr. Stone Jerusalems curse is not fulfill'd in mee For here a stone upon a stone you see 43. On a Child Into this world as stranger to an Inne This child came guest-wise where when it had beene A while and fâ—und nought worthy of his stay He onely broke his fast went away 44. On a man drown'd in the snow Within a fleece of silent waters drown'd Before my death was knowne a grave I found That which exil'd my life from her sweet home For griefe straight froz it selfe into a tombe One element my angry fate thought meet To be my death grave tombe winding-sheet Phaebus himselfe mine Epitaph had writ But blotting many e're he thought one fit He wrote untill my grave and tombe were gone And â—twas an Epitaph that I had none For every one that passed by that way Without a sculpture read that there â— lay Here now the second time untomb'd I lye And thus much have the best of Destinie Corruption from which onely one was free Devour'd my grave but did not feede on mee My first grave tooke me from the â—ace of men My last shall give me backe to life agen 45. On Prince Henry In natur's law 't is a plaine case to dye No cunning Lawyer can demurre on that For cruell death and destiny Serve all men with a Latitat So Princely Henry when his case was try'd Confess'd the action paid the debt and dy'd 46. On Mr. Strange Here lyes one Strange no Pagan Turke nor Jew It 's strange but not so strange as it is true
The Frontespeice discovered This spreading Vine like these choyce Leaves invites The Curteous eye to tast her choyce Delights These painefull Bees presented to thy view Shewes th' Author works not for himselfe but you The windy Musick that salutes thine eye Bespeakes thine Eare thy judgement standing by The Devious Horseman wandring in this Maze Shewes Error and her execrable wayes Whose brazen Insolence and boldnesse urges The hornefoot Satyres to their angry Scourges And he that Drawes his Sword against the Swarme Of Waspes is he that lasht begins to storme WITTS RECREATIONS Selected from the finest Fancies of Moderne Muses WITH A Thousand out Landish Proverbs London Printed for Humph Blunden at y e Castle in Corn-hill 1640. The Stationer to the Reader IF new or old wit please the reader best I 've hope each man of wit will be our guest The new was fram'd to humor some mens taste Which if they like not they may carve the last Each dish hath sauce belongs to 't and you will By your dislike censure the Authors skill Yet if you cannot speake well of it spare To utter your dislike that the like snare May entrap others so the booke may bee Sold though not lik'd by a neate fallacy That 's all I aske yet'twill your goodnes raise If as I gaine your coyn he may your praise Wits Recreations 1 To the Reader EXcuse me Reader though I now and than In some light lines doe shew my selfe a man Nor be so sowre some wanton words to blame They are the language of an Epigram 2 On Battus Battus doth bragge he hath a world of bookes His studies maw holds more then well it may But seld ' or never he upon them looks And yet he looks upon them every day He looks upon their out-side but within He never looks nor never will begin Because it cleane against his nature goes To know mens secrets so he keeps them close 3 On the same I pray thee Battus adde unto thy store This booke of mine to make thy number more It is well bound well printed neatly strung And doth deserve to have a place among Th' inhabitants of thy Vatican if thou Wilt so much favor to its worth allow 4. An evill age Virgill of Mars and ruthfull wars did treat Ovid of Venus love and peace did write Yet Virgill for his strain was counted great And Ovid for his love was bannished quite No marvell then if câ—urâ—ezie grow cold When hare is prais'd and love it self control'd 5 On a woman's will How dearly doth the simple husband buy His wivâ—s defect of will when she doth dy Bettâ—r in death by will to let her give Then let her have her will whilst she doth live 6. To a 〈◊〉 â—eader Thou say'st these verses are rude ragged rough Not like some others â—imes smooth dainty â—â—uffe Epigrames are like satires rough without Like chesse-nuts sweet take thou the kernell out 7 Of a Iudge Were I to choose a Captain I would than Not choose your courtier or a youthfull man No I would choose a judge one grim and grave To make a Captain such a man I 'de crave Give me that man whose frowning brow is death I such an one as can kill men with breath 8 Of Poetâ—s Poetus with fine sonnets painteth forth This and that soul Ladyes beauties worth He shewes small wit thereby and for his paines By my consent he never shall reape gains Why what need poets paint them O sweet Elves When Ladyes paint their beauties best themselves 9 On an up-start Pray wrong not late-coyn'd give the man his right He 's made a gentleman although no knight For now 't is cloths the gentleman doth make Men from gay cloths their pedigrees do take But wot you what 's the armes to such mens houseâ— Why this hands chacing of a rampant louse 10 Ad Clodium Wir once thou said'st was worth thy weight in gold Though now't be common for a trifle sold It dearer seems to thee that get'st not any When thou should'st use it for thy love or money 11 In Getam Geta from wool and weaving first began Swelling and swelling to a gentleman When he was gentleman and bravely dight He left not swelling till he was a knight At last forgetting what he was at first He swole to be a Lord and then he burst 12 In Fimum Fimus is coach'd and for his farther grace Doth a ske his friends how he becomes the place Troth I should tell him the poor coach hath wrong And that a cart would serve to carry dung 13 Asperâ—m â—imis condimentum Monsieur Albanus new invested is With sundry suits and fashions passing fit But never any came so neer as this For joy whereof Albanus frollique is Untill the Taylours bill of solvi fias Diverts his humor to another bias 14 Gender and number Singular sins and plurall we commit And we in every gender vary it 15 Atâ—eists pastimes Grammarians talk of times past and hereafter I spend time present in pastime and laughter 16 To Sr. Iohn Suckling If learning will beseem a Courtier well If honour 〈◊〉 on those who dare excell Then let not Poets envy but admire The eager flames of thy poetique fire For whilst the world loves wit Aglaura shall Phoenix-like live after her funerall 17 On a braggadocio Don Lollus brags he comes of noble blood Drawn down from Brutus line 't is very good If this praise-worthy be each flea may then Boast of his blood more then some gentlemen 18 To Mr. George Sands Sweet-tongued Ovid though strange tales â—e told Which gods and men did act in dayes of old What various shapes for love sometimes they took To purchase what they ayâ—'d at could he look But back upon himself he would admire The sumptuous bravery of that rich attire Which Sands hath clad him with then place this His change amongst their Metamorphosis 19 To Mr. William Habbington on his Castara a Poem Thy Muse is chaste and thy Castara too â—Tis strange at Court thou hadst power to woo And to obtain what others were deny'd The fair Castara for thy vertuous bride Enjoy what you dare wish and may there bee Fair issues branch from both to honor thee 20 To Mr. Francis Beaumont and Mr. Iohn Fletcher gent. Twin-stars of poetry whom we justly may Call the two-tops of learn'd Pernassus-Bay Peerlesse for freindship and for numbers sweet Whom oft the Muses swaddled in one sheet Your works shall still be prais'd and dearer sold For our new-nothings doe extoll your old 21 On apump stopt with stones M. I 'le cut it down I swear by this same hand If 't will not run it shall no longer stand R. Pray â—ir be patient let your pump alone How can it water-make when 't hath the stone Yet did he wisely when he did it fell For in so doing he did make it well 22 To Mr. Benjamin Iohnson Had Rome but heard her worthies speak so high As thou hast taught them
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
47. On a Scholler Forbeare friend t' unclaspe this booke Onely in the fore-front looke For in it have errours bin Which made th' authour call it in Yet know this 't shall have more worth At the second comming forth 48. On a young woman The body which within this earth is laid Twice sixe weekes knew a wife a saint a maid Fair maid chast wif pure saint yet 't is not strange She was a woman therefore pleas'd to change And now shee 's dead some woman doth remaine For still she hopes onâ—e to be chang'd againe 49. On Brawne Here Brâ—wne the quondam begger lyes Who counted by his tale Full sixscore winters in his life Such vertue is in ale Ale was his meate ale was his drinke Ale did him long reprive And could he still have drunke his ale He had beene still alive 50. On a lyar Good passenger here lyes one here That living did lie every where 51. On a Dyer He lives with God none can deny That while he liv'd to th' world did dye 52. On a Candle Here lyes I wot a little star That did belong to Jupiter Which from him Prometheus stole And with it a fire-coale Or this is that I meane to handle Here doth lie a farthing-candle That was lovâ—d well having it's light But losing that now bids good-night 53. Another Here lyes the chandlers chiefest say Here lyes the schollers pale-fac'd boy Having nought else but skin and bone Dy'd of a deepe consumption 54. On M. R. Who soonest dyes lives long enough Our life is but a blast or puffe I did resist and strive with death But soone he put me out of breath He of my life thought to bereave me But I did yeeld onely to breathe me O're him I shall in triumph sing Thy conquest grave where is thy sting 55. On an Inne-keeper It is not I that dye I doe but leave an Inne Where harbour'd was with me all filthy kind of sin It is not I that dye I doe but now begin Into eternall joy by faith to enter in Why weepe you then my friends my parents my kin Lament ye wheÌ„ I lose but weep not when I win 56. On Hobson the Carrier Whom seeke ye sirs Old Hobson fye upâ—n Your tardinesse the carrier is gone Why stare you so nay you deserve to faile Alas here 's naught but his old rotten maile Her went a good-while since no question store Are glad who vext he would not goe before And some are grieu'd hee 's gone so soone away The Lord knowes why he did no longer stay How could he please you all I 'm sure of this He linger'd soundly howsoe're you misse But gone he is nor was he surely well At his departure as mischance befell For he is gone in such unwonted kinde As ne're before his goods all left behinde 57. On Bolus If gentlenesse could tame the fates or wit Delude them Bolus had not dyed yet But one that death o're rules in judgement sits And saies ouâ— sins are stronger than our witts 58. On Iuggler Death came to see thy trickes and cut in twaine Thy thread why did'st not make it whole againe 59. On a Child A child and dead alas how could it come Surely thy thread of life was but a thrumme 60. On a Clowne Softly tread this earth upon For here lyes our Corydon Who through care to save his sheepe Watcht too much oh let him sleepe 60. On Queene Anne Thee to invite the great God sent his star Whose friends kinsmen mightie Princes are For though they run the race of men and dye Death serves but to refine their majesty So did the Queen from hence her court remove And left the earth to be enthron'd above Thus is she chang'd not dead no good Prince dyes But like the day-star onely sets to rise 62. On Sir Horatio Palavozeene Here lyes Sir Horatio Palavozeene Who robb'd the Pope to pay the Queene And was a theife A theife thou ly'st For why he robo'd but Antichrist Him death with his beesome sweept from Babram Into the bosome of old Abraham But then came Hercules with his club And struck him downe to Belzebub 63. On an onely child Here lyes the fathers hope the mothers joy Though they seeme haplesse happy was the boy Who of this life the long and tedious race Hath travell'd out in lesse then 2 moneth 's space Oh happie soule to whom such grace was given To make so short a voyage backe to heaven As here a name christendome t' obtaine And to his maker then returne againâ— 64. Another As carefull nurses on their beds doe lay Their babes which would too long the wantons play So to prevent my youth's ensuing crimes Nature my nurse laid me to bed betimes 65. On a Muâ—â—tian Be not offended at our sad complaint You quire of Angels that have gain'd a Saint Where all perfection met in skill and voice We mourne our losse but yet commend your choyce 66. On Prince Henry Did he dye young oh no it could not be For I know few that liv'd so long as he Till God and all men lov'd him then be bold The man that lives so long must needs be old 67. On a Cobler Come hither reade my gentle friend And here behold a cobler's end Longer in length his life had gone But that he had no laste so long O mighty death whose dart can kill The man that made him soules at will 68. On Master Doe Do is my name and here I lye My Grammar tells me Do fit Di. 69. On a Gard'ner Could hee forget his death that ev'ry houre Was emblem'd to it by the fading flowre Should hee not mind his end yes sure he must That still was conversant 'mong beds of dust 70. On Edmund Spencer poet laureat He was and is see then where lyes the odâ—s Once god of Poets Poet now to th' gods And though his time of life be gone about The life of his lines never shall weare out 71. Ou Taylour a Sergeant kill'd by a Horse A Taylour is a thiefe a Sergeant is worse Who here lyes dead god-a-mercy horse 71. On Sir Francis Drake drowned Where Drake first found there last he lost his fame And for his tombe left nothing but his name His body 's buried under some great wave The sea that was his glory is his grave Of him no man true Epitaph can make For who can say here lies Sir Francis Drake 73. On a Drunkard Byâ—ax the drunkard while he liv'd would say The more I drinke the more me think 's I may But see how death haâ—h prov'd his saying just For he hath drunke himselfe as dry as dust 74. On a Child Tread softly passenger for here doth lye A dainty Jewell of sweet infancie A harmelesse babe that onely came cry'd In baptisme to bee washt from sin and dy'd 75. Another In this marble-casket lyes A matchlesse jewell of rich prize Whom nature in the worlds disdaine But shew'd and
dare Not trust or creditt common ayre But dye and lye entombed here By me I 'le whisper in thine eare Such things as onely dust to dust And without witnesse may entrust 14. On Sir Walter Rawleygh If spite be pleas'd when as her object 's dead Or Malice pleas'd when it hath bruiz'd the head Or envie pleas'd when it hath what it would Then all are pleas'd for Rawleyh's blood is cold Which were it warme active would o'recome And strike the two first blind the other dumbe 105. On Doctour Hacket's wife Drop mournful eyes your pearly trick'ling teares Flow streames of sadnesse drowne the spangled spheares Fall like the tumbling cataracts of Nile Make deafe the world with cries let not a smile Appeare let not an eye be seene to sleepe Nor slumber onely let them serve to weepe Her deare lamented death who in her life Was a religious loyaâ—l loving wife Of children tender to an husband kinde Th' undoubted symptoms of a vertuous minde Which mak's her glorious bove the highest pole Where Angels sing sweet Requicins to her soule Shee liv'd a none-such did a non-such dye Neere Non-such here her corpes interred lye 107. On Waddham Colledge-Butler Man's life is like a new turn'd caske they say The fore-most draught is most times cast awâ—y Such are our younger yeares the following still Are more and more inclining unto ill Such is our man-hood untill age at length Doth sowre it's sweetnes doth stop it's streÌ„gth Then death prescribing to each thing it's 〈◊〉 Takes what is left and tuâ—nes it all to grounds 107. On a Horse Here lyes a Horse who dyed but To make his master goe on foot A miracle should it be so The dead to make the lame to goe Yet fate would have it that the â—ame Should make him goe that made him lame 108. On Aratyne Here biting Aretyne lyes buried With gall more bitter never man was fed The living nor the dead to carpe he spar'de Nor yet for any King or Caesar car'd Onely on God to rayle he had forgot His answer was indeed I know him not 109. On William Coale an Ale-house-keeper at Coaton neere Cambridgâ— Doth William Coale lye here heÌ„ceforth be stale Be strong laugh on us thou Coaton ale Living indeed he with his violent hand Never left grasping thee while he could stand But death at last hath with his fiery flashes Burnt up the Coale and turn'd it into ashes 110. On one Andrew Leygh who was vext with a shrewd wife in his life-time Here lyes Leygh who vext with a shrewd wife To gaine his quiet parted with his life But see the spight she that had alwaies crost Him living dyes mean's to haunte his Ghost But she may faile for Andrew out of doubt Will cause his brother Peter shutt her out 111. On Richard Burbage a famous Actour Exit Burbage 112. On an Infant unborne the Mother dying in travell The Father digg'd a pit and in it left Part of himselfe interr'd that soone bereft The Mother of the gift she gave life so Both now are buried in one tombe of woe 'T is strange the mother should a being give And not have liberty to make it live 'T was strange that the child blindfold espi'd So quick and neere a way to parricide Yet both are justly question'd child and Motheâ— Are guilty of the killing of each other Not with an ill intent both did desire Preserves for life and not a funerall fire And yet they needs must dye 't was thought best To keepe the infant in the mother's chest It had both life and death from her the wombe In which it was begot became the tombe There was some marble sav'd because in her The wombe that bare it was a sepulcher Whose Epitaphs are these here lyes a child that shall Be free from all sins but originall Here lyes a pittied mother that did dye Onely to beare her poore child companie 113. In quendam Stay mortall stay remove not from this tombe Before thou hast consider'd well thy dombe My bow stands ready bent couldâ—st it see Mine arrow 's drawne to head and aymes at thee Prepare yet wandring ghost take home this line The grave that next is op'ned may be thine 114. On Sir Philip Syâ—ney Reader Within this ground sir Philip Sydney lyes Nor is it fit that more I should acquaint Least superstition rise And men adore A Lover Scholler Souldier a Saint 115. Vpon Iohn Crop who dyed by taking a vomit Man's life 's a game at tables and he may Mend his bad fortune by his wiser play Death plaâ—'s against us each disease and sore Are blotts if hit the danger is the more To lose the the game but an old stander by Bind's up the blotts and cures the malady And so prolongs the game John Crop was hee Death in a rage did challenge for to see His play the dice are throwne when first he drink 's Cast's makes a blott death hits him with a Synke He cast's againe but all in vaine for death By th' after-game did winne the prize his breath What though his skill was good his luck was bad For never mortall man worse casting had But did not death play false to wâ—nne from such As he no doubt he bare a man too much 116. On Q Elizabeth King's Queens Men's Virgin 's eyes See where the Mirrour lyes In whom her friend's have â—eene A Kings state in a Queene In whom her foes survay'd A man's heart in a Mayde Whom least men for her piety Should grow to thinke some diety Heaven hence by death did summon Her to shew she was a woman 117. On a vertuous youth Reader let a stone thee tell That in this body there did dwell A soule as heavenly rich and good As e're could live in flesh and blood And therefore heav'n that held it deare Did let it stay the lesse while here Whose corps here sacred ashes mak's Thus heav'n and earth have parted stakes 118. On a learned Noble man Hee that can reade a sigh and spell a teare Pronounce amaze-ment or accent wilde feare Or get all greiâ—e by heart hee onely hee Is fit to write or reade thy Elegye Unvalued Lord that wer 't so hard a Text Reade in one age and understood i' th' next 119. On a Lady Finis and Bonum are converted so That ev'ry good thing to an end must goe 120. On Mr. Mychael Drayton buried in Westminster Admarmor Tumulj Doe pious Marble let thy Readers know What they and what their children owe To Drayton's sacred name whose â—ust We recommend unto thy trust Protect his memory preserve his story And a lasting monument of his glory And when thy ruines shall disclaime To be the Treasury of his name His name which cannot fade shall bee An everlasting monument to thee 121. On a Faulconer Death with her talons having seas'd this prey After a tedious flight truss'd him away We mark'd him here he fell whence he shall rise
wife to make 872. It 's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing 873. Hee hath not liv'd that lives not after death 874. So many men in Court and so many strangers 875. He quits his place well that leaves his friend there 876. That which sufficeth is not little 877. Good newes may bee told at any time but ill in the morning 878. Hee that would be a Gentleman let him goe to an assault 879. Who paies the Physitian does the cure 880. None knowes the weight of anothers burthen 881. Every one hath a foole in his sleeve 882. One houres sleepe before midnight is worth three after 883. In a retreat the lame are formost 884. It 's more paine to doe nothing then something 885. Amongst good men two men suffice 886. There needs a long time to know the worlds pulse 887. The ofspring of those that are very young or very old lasts not 888. A Tyrant is most tyrant to himselfe 889. Too much taking heede is losse 890. Craft against craft makes no living 891. The Reverend are ever before 892. France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere 893. 'T is easier to build two chimneys then to maintaine one 894. The Court hath no Almanack 895. He that will enter into Paradise must have a good key 896. When you enter into a house leave the anger ever at the doore 897. Hee hath no leisure who useth it not 898. It 's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner 899. He that deales in the world needes foure seeves 900. Take heede of an oxe before of an horse behind of a monke on all sides 901. The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut 902. The ignorant hath an Eagles wings and an Owles eyes 903. There are more Physitians in health then drunkards 904. The wife is the key of the house 905. The Law is not the same at morning and at night 906. Warre and Physicke are governed by the eye 907. Halfe the world knowes not how the other halfe lies 908. Death keepes no Calender 909. Ships feare fire more then water 910. The least foolish is wise 911. The chiefe boxe of health is time 912. Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney 913. The first blow is as much as two 914 The life of man is a winter way 915. The way is an ill neighbour 916. An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore 917. Life is halfe spent before we know what it is 918. The singing man keepes his shop in his throate 919. The body is more drest then the soule 920. The body is sooner drest then the soule 921. The Physitian owes all to the patient but the patient owes nothing to him but a little mony 922. The little cannot bee great unlesse he devoure many 923. Time undermines us 924. The Chollerick drinkes the Melancholick eates the Flegmatick sleepes 925. The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick 926. Conversation makes one what he is 927. The deafe gaines the injury 928. Yeeres know more then bookes 929. Wine is a turne-coate first a friend then an enemy 930. Wine ever paies for his lodging 931. Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table 932. Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke 933. Trees eate but once 934. Armour is light at table 935. Good horses make short miles 936. Castles are Forrests of stones 937. The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore 938. Parsons are soules waggoners 939. Children when they are little make parents fooles when they are great they make them mad 940. The Mr. absent and the house dead 941. Dogs are fine in the field 942. Sinnes are not knowne till they bee acted 943. Thornes whiten yet doe nothing 944. All are presumed good till they are found in a fault 945. The great put the little on the hooke 946. The great would have none great and the little all little 947 The Italians are wise before the deede the Germanes in the deede the French after the deede 949. Every mile is two in winter 950. Spectacles are deaths Harquebuze 951. Lawyers houses are built on the heads of fooles 952. The house is a fine house when good folke are within 953. The best bred have the best portion 954. The first and last frosts are the worst 955. Gifts enter every where without a wimble 956. Princes have no way 957. Knowledge makes one laugh but wealth makes one dance 958. The Citizen is at his businesse before he rise 959. The eyes have one language every where 960. It is better to have wings then hornes 961. Better be a foole then a knave 962. Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett 963. To live peaceably with all breedes good blood 964. You may be on land yet not in a garden 965. You cannot make the fire so low but it will get out 966. Wee know not who lives or dies 967. An Oxe is taken by the horns and a Man by the tongue 968. Manie things are lost for want of osking 969. No Church-yard is so handsom that a man would desire straight to bee buried there 970. Citties are taken by the eares 971. Once a yeare a man may say on his conscience 972. Wee leave more to do when wee dye then wee have done 973. With customes wee live well but Lawes undoe us 674 To speake of an Vsurer at the table marres the wine 975. Paines to get care to keep feare to lose 976. For a morning raine leave not your journey 977. One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie 278 Hee that learnes a trade hath a purchase made 979. When all men have what belongs to them it cannot bee much 980. Though God take the sunne out of the Heaven yet we must have patience 981. When a man sleepes his head is in his stomach 982. When one is on horsebacke hee knowes all things 983. When God is made master of a family he orders the disorderly 984. When a Lackey comes to hells doore the devills locke the gates 985. He that is at ease seekes dainties 986. Hee that hath charge of soules transports them not in bundles 987. Hee that tells his wife newes is but newly married 988. Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring 989. Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden 990. He that praiseth himselfe spattereth himselfe 991. Hee that is a master must serve another 992. He that is surprized with the first frost feeles it all the winter after 993. Hee a beast doth die that hath done no good to his country 994. He that followes the Lord hopes to goe before 995. He that dies without the company of good men puts not himselfe into a good way 996. Who hath no head needes no hatt 997. Who hath no hast in his businesse mountaines to him seeme valleys 998. Speake not of my debts unlesse you meane to pay them 999. He that is not in the warres is not out of danger 1000. He that gives me small gifts would have me live 1001. He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee hath laid out 1002. He that hath lands hath quarrells 1003. Hee that goes to bed thirsty riseth healthy 1004. Who will make a doore of gold must knock a naile every day 1005. A trade is better then service 1006 Hee that lives in hope danceth without musick 1007. To review ones store is to mow twice 1008. Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian yet is dead 1009. Without businesse debauchery 1010. Without danger we cannot get beyond danger 1011. Health and sicknesse surely are mens double enemies 1012. If gold knew what gold is gold would get gold I wis 1013. Little losses amaze great tame 1014. Chuse none for thy servant who have served thy betters 1015. Service without reward is punishment 1016. If the husband be not at home there is nobodie 1017. An oath that is not to bee made is not to be kept 1018. The eye is bigger then the belly 1019. If you would bee at ease all the world is not 1020. Were it not for the bone in the legge all the world would turne Carpenters to make them crutches 1021. If you must flie flie well 1022. All that shakes falles not 1023. All beasts of prey are strong or treacherous 1024. If the braine sowes not corne it plants thistles 1025. A man well mounted is ever Cholerick 1026. Every one is a master and servant 1027. A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body 1028 One month doth nothing without another 1029. A master of straw eates a servant of steele 1030. An old cat sports not with her prey 1031. A woman conceales what shee knowes not 1032. Hee that wipes the childs nose kisseth the mothers cheeke FINIS
trusteth 729. He that will not have peace God gives him warre 730. To him that will waies are not wanting 731. To a great night a great Lanthorne 732. To a child all weather is cold 733. Where there is peace God is 734. None is so wise but the foole overtakes him 735. Fooles give to please all but their owne 736. Prosperity le ts goe the bridle 737. The Frier preached against stealing and had a goose in his sleeve 738. To be too busie gets contempt 739. February makes a bridge and March breakes it 740. A horse stumbles that hath foure legges 741. The best smell is bread the best savour salt the best love that of children 742. That 's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house 743. The market is the best garden 744. The first dish pleaseth all 745. The higher the Ape goes the more he shewes his taile 746. Night is the mother of Councels 747. Gods Mill grinds slow but sure 748. Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest 749. Drought never brought dearth 750. All complaine 751. Gamsters and race-horses never last long 752. It 's a poore sport that 's nor worth the candle 753. He that is fallen cannot helpe him that is downe 754. Every one is witty for his owne purpose 755. A little lett lets an ill workeman 756. Good workemen are seldome rich 757. By doing nothing we learne to do ill 758. A great dowry is a bed full of brables 759. No profit to honour no honour to Religion 760. Every sin brings it's punishment with it 761. Of him that speakes ill consider the life more then the words 762. You cannot hide an eele in a sacke 763. Give not S. Peter so much to leave Saint Paul nothing 764. You cannot flea a stone 765. The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly 766. A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt 767. Better speake truth rudely then lye covertly 768. He that feares leaves let him not goe into the wood 769 One foote is better then two crutches 770. Better suffer ill then doe ill 771. Neither praise nor dispraise thy selfe thy actions serve the turne 772. Soft and faire goes farre 773. The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues a Deity 774. Praise none to much for all are fickle 775. It 's absurd to warme one in his armour 776. Law sutes consume time and mony and rest and friends 777. Nature drawes more then ten teemes 778. Hee that hath a wife and children wants not businesse 780. A shippe and a woman are ever repairing 781. He that feares death lives not 782. He that pitties another remembers himselfe 783. He that doth what he should not shall feele what he would not 784. Hee that marries for wealth sells his liberty 785. He that once hitts is ever bending 786. He that serves must serve 787. He that lends gives 788. He that preacheth giveth almes 789. He that cockers his child provides for his enemie 790. A pittifull looke askes enough 791. Who will sell the Cow must say the word 792. Service is no Inheritance 793. The faulty stands on his guard 794. A kinsman a friend or whom you intreate take not to serve you if you will be served neately 795. At Court every one for himselfe 796. To a crafty man a crafty and an halfe 797. Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle 798. He that serves well needes not ask his wages 799 Faire language grates not the tongue 800. A good heart cannot lye 801. Good swimmers at length are drowned 802 Good land evill way 803. In doing we learne 804. It 's good walking with a horse in ones hand 805. God and Parents and our Master can never be requited 806. An ill deede cannot bring honour 807. A small heart hath small desires 808. All are not merry that dance lightly 809. Curtesie on one side only lasts not long 810. Wine-Counsels seldome prosper 811. Weening is not measure 812. The best of the sport is to doe the deede and say nothing 813. If thou thy selfe canst doe it attend no others helpe or hand 814. Of a little thing a little displeaseth 815 He warmes too neere that burnes 816. God keepe me from foure houses an Vsurers a Taverne a Spittle and a Prison 817. In hundred elles of contention there is not an inch of love 818. Doe what thou oughtest and come what come can 819. Hunger makes dinners pastime suppers 820. In a long journey straw waighs 821. Women laugh when they can and weepe when they will 822. Warre is deaths feast 823. Set good against evill 824. Hee that brings good newes knockes hard 825. Beate the dog before the Lyon 826. Hast comes not alone 827. You must loose a flie to catch a trout 828. Better a snotty child then his nose wip'd off 829. No prison is faire not love foule 830. Hee is not free that drawes his chaine 831. Hee goes not out of his way that goes to a good Inne 833. There come nought out of the sacke but what was there 834. A little given seasonably excuses a great gift 835. Hee lookes not well to himselfe that lookes not ever 836. He thinkes not well that thinkes not againe 837. Religion Credit and the Eye are not to be touched 838. The tongue is not steele yet it cuts 839. A white wall is the paper of a foole 840. They talke of Christmas so long that it comes 841. That is gold which is worth gold 842. It 's good tying the sack before it be full 843. Words are women deedes are men 844. Poverty is no sinne 845. A stone in a well is not lost 846. He can give little to his servant that lickes his knife 847. Promising is the eve of giving 848. Hee that keepes his owne makes warre 849. The Wolfe must dye in his owne skinne 850. Goods are theirs that enjoy them 851. He that sends a foole expects one 852. He that can stay obtaines 853. Hee that gaines well and spends well needes no count booke 854. He that endures is not overcome 855. He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer 856. He that talkes much of his happinesse summons griefe 857 Hee that loves the tree loves the branch 858. Who hastens a glutton choakes him 859. Who praiseth Saint Peter doth not blame Saint Paul 860. He that hath not the craft let him shut up shop 861. He that knowes nothing doubts nothing 862. Greene wood makes a hott fire 863. He that marries late marries ill 864. He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy 865. The Rich knowes not who is his friend 866. A morning sunne and a wine-bred child and a latin-bred woman seldome end well 867. To a close shorne sheepe God gives wind by measure 868 A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold. 869. A poore mans Cow dies rich mans child 870. The Cow knowes not what her taile is worth till she have lost it 871. Chuse a horse made and a