so sore He rank Recusant comes to Church no more 175 On two striving together Two falling out into a ditch they fell Their falling out was ill but in was well 176 On Musique I want a quill out of an Angels wing To write sweet musike's everlasting praise I likewise want an Angels voice to sing A wished anâ—hem to her happy dayes Then since I want an angels voice and pen Let angels write and sing I 'le say amen 177 On Tobacco Times great consumer cause of idlenes Old whorehouse hunter cause of drunkennes Bewitching smoake vainest wealths consumer Abuse of wit stinking breath's perfumer Cause of entrailes blacknes bodyes dyer Cause of nature's slacknesse quenching her fire Offence to many bringing good to none Ev'n be thou hack'd till thou art burnt and gone 178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ—a Archimedis When Iove within a little glasse survay'd The heavens he smil'd and to the Gods thus sayd Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far Loe in a fraile orbe my works mated are Hither the Syracuâ—ians art translates Heavens form the course of things and humane fates Th' including spirit serving the star-deck'd signes The living work inconstant motion windes Th' adult ' rate zodiaque runs a naturall yeere And Cyntsias forg'd horns monethly new light bear Viewing her own world now bold industry Triumphs and rules with humane power the sky 179 On Caelia In Caelia's face a question did arise Which were more beautifull her lips or eyes We say the eyes send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts From us reply the lips proceed those blisses Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses Then wept the eyes and from their eyes did pow'r Of liquid Orientall pearle a shower Whereat the lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile â—â—lock'd their I vory treasure And bad love judge whether did ad more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to Câ—lia's face 180 On Chloris walking in the snow I saw faire Chloris walke alone When feather'd raine came softly down Then Iove descended from â—is Tower To court her in a silver shower The wanton snow flew to her brest Like little birds into their nest But overcome with whitenes there For greiâ—e it thaw'd into a teare Then falling down her garment hâ—m To deck her froze into a gem 181 To a Shoomaker What bootes it thee to follow such a trade That 's alwaies under foot and underlaid 112 Youth and Age. Age is deformed youth unkind Wee scorn their bodies they our mind 183 To Loquax Loquâ—x to hold thy tongue would do thee wrong For thou would ' st be no man but for thy tongue 184 Death The lives of men seem in two seas to swim Death comes to young folks and old goe to him 185 A disparity Children fondly blad truth fools their brothers Women have learn'd more wisdom of their mothers 186. To Mak dict Thou speake st ill not to give men their dues But speakestill because thou canst not chuse 187 Womens propertiâ—s To weep oft still to flatter sometimes spin Are properties women excell men in 188 Interpone tuis c. Not mirth nor care alone but inter-wreathed Care gets mirth stomacke mirâ—h makes care long breathed 189 Womens teares When women weep in their dissembling art Their teares are sauce to their malicious heart 190 Pot-Poets Poet and pot differ but in a letter Which makes the Poet love the pot the better 191 Content Content is all we ayme at with our store If that be had with little what needs more 192 Fast and loose Paphus was marry'd all in haste And now to rack doth run So knitting of himself too fast He hath himself undone 193 On Gervase A double gelding Gervase did provide That he and 's wife to see their friends might ride And he a double gelding prov'd indeed For he so suddenly fell to his speed That both alight with blows and threats among He leads him and his wife drives him along 194 Tortus Tortus accus'd to lye to fawn to flatter Said he but set a good face on the matter Then sure he borrow'd it for 't is well known Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own 195 ANNAGRAMS Thomâ—s Egerton 1 anagr. Honors met age Honors met age and seeking where to rest Agreed to lodge and harbour in thy brest 196 On Captâ—ine Iohn Came-age 2 anagr. Age-came When perils I by land and sea had past Age came to summon me to death at last 197 Christopher Lindall 3 anagr. I offer lend Christ all Thaâ— with this Epigram thy deeds agree They well know that did ever well know thee 198 Iohn Rysdon 4 anagr. In honors dy Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind And to the world thy reall worth proclaime That fame her self cannot thy equall find To paralell thy glory and thy name On onward still from no good action fly Who lives like thee cann't but in honors dy 199 On the same I ne're will credit any powerfull fare Can turn thy glory to a waning state Thou â—till wilt be thy self therefore say I In honors thou shalt live but never dy 200 Phineas Fletcher 5 anagr. Hath Spencer life Or Spencer hath life That Spencer liveth none can ignorant be That reads his works Fletcher or knoweth thee 201 Mrs. Elizabeth Noell 6 anagr. holinesse be still my star The safest conduct to the port of blisse Lyes not in brittle honor for by this We often loose our way to shun this bar To heaven holines be still my star 202. My lot is blisse â—ternall The world 's a lottry full of various chances Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies Among the rest that ayme at things supernall I 've drawn and find my lot is blisse eternall 203 I shall smite no ill brest The common way to wound mens hearts I shun Nor with meere outside am I to be won Vertue may move me for it crowns the best But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest 204 My blisse on earth's little Honors are faire but fading flowers which give Delight to those that gather them but live Not ever flowrishing this truth I find Too truely in my selfe by fate assign'd For having all I see that all 's but but brittle And even at best my blisse on earth 's but little 205 See my heart is still noble Thongh fortune frowns and fate suppres my will Yet see the lucke my heart is noble still 206 A riddle Thoughts Searching c Valued Love may B Truth never tyes Too A foole y y If have part WR 207 Another being a translation Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos ant are videris Qui cunctos bos laude ant fero cunctis Thus Englished ling bound to serve his Mr's hands An is you bound to do your high commandâ— I 'me and None's you you all are then I 'le you praise other
is all and in the end the praise of all depends A pudding merriâ—s double praise because it hath two ends 241 Answer A pudding hath two ends you lye my brother For it begins at one and ends at th' other 242 On maydes Most maids resemble Eve now in their lives Who are no sooner women then th' are wives As Eve knew no man ere fruit wrought her wo So these have fruit oft e're their husbands know 243 On a man whose choice was to be hang'd or married M. Loe here 's the bride and here 's the tree Take which of these best liketh thee R. The choise is bad on either part The woman's worse drive on the cart 244 Women Were women as little as they are good A pease cod would make them a gown and a hood 245 On a louse A louse no reason hath to deal so ill With them of whom she hath so much her will She hath no tongue to speake ought in their praise But to back-bite them finds a tongue all wayes 246 A Courtier and a Scholler meeting A Courtier proud walking along the street Hap'ned by chance a Scholer for to meet The Courtier said minding nought more then place Unto the Scholler meeting face to face To take the wall base men I le not permit The Scholler said I will and gave him it 247 Cede majâ—ribus I took the wall one rudely thrust me by And told me the high way did open lye I thank't him that he would mee so much grace To take the worse and leave the better place For if by owners we esteem of things The wall 's the subjects but the way the kings 248 On Women Are women Saints no Saints and yet no devils Are women good not good but needfull evils So angel like that devils you need not doubt Such needfull evils that few can be without 249 On a Mâ—â—sitian and his Scholler A man of late did his fair daughter bring To a Musitian for to learnâ— to sing He fell in love with her and her beguil'd With flattering words and she was got with child Her Father hearing this was griev'd and said That he with her but a base-part had playd For W ch he swore that he would make him smart For teaching of his daughter such a part But the musitian said he did no wrong He had but taught her how to â—ing prick-song 250 Why women weare a fall A question 't is why women weare a fall The truth it is to pride they are given all And pride the proverb saies must have a fall 251 Foras expertus Priscus hath been a traveller for why He will so strangely swagger swear and ly 252 Liber too wary to thrive Liber is late set up and wanteth custome Yet great resort hath got but will not trust 'em Is not his love unto his friend the greater Hee 'l want himselfe ere hee 'l see him a debtor 253 On Venus and Vulcan I muse why Venus hath such fiery holes I thinke that Vulcan once there blow'd his coales 254 Detur quod meritum A courtier kind in speech curst in condition Finding his faults could be no longer hidden Came to his friend to cleare his bad suspition And fearing least he should be more then chidden Fell to flatt'ring and most base submission Vowing to kisse his foot if he were bidden My foot said he nay that were too submisse You three foot higher well deserve to kisse 255 Gluto at meales is never heard to talk For which the more his chaps and chin do walke When every one that sits about the bord Makes sport to aske what Gluto ne're a word He forc'd to answer being very loath Is almost choak'd speaking and eating both 256 Sorte tâ—a contentus Bâ—rtus being bid to supper to a Lord Was marshall'd at the lower end of the boord Who vext thereat 'mongst his comrades doth freâ— And sweares that he below the salt was set But Bartus th' art a fool to fret and sweare The salt stands on the bord wouldst thou sit thereâ— 257 Fovent perjuria furtum Piso hath stoln a silver bole in jest For which suspected only not confest Rather then Piso will restore your bole To quit the body he will cast the soule 258 The promise breaker Ventus doth promise much but still doth breake So all his promises are great and weake Like bubbles in the water round and light Swelling so great that they are broke out-right 259 Nummos demona jungit Bat bids you swell with envy till you burst So he be rich and may his coffers fill Bringing th' example of the fox that 's curst And threatning folks who have least power to killâ— For why 't is known his trade can never fall That hath already got the devill and all 260 Nil gratum ratione carens Paulus a pamphleâ— doth in prose present Unto his lord the fruits of idle time Who farre more carelesse then therewith content Wisheth it were converted into rime Which done and brought him at another season Sayd now ' t is rime before not rime nor reason 261 Non cessat perdere lusor Aske Ficus how his lucke at dicing goes Like to the tide quoth he it ebbs and flowes Then I suppose his chance cannot be good For all men know 't is longer ebbe then flood 262 Volucrenâ— sic decipiâ— auceps Hidrus the horse-courser that cunning mate Doth with the buyers thus equivocate Claps on his hand and prayes he may not thrive If that his gelding be not under five 263 Perdat qui cavâ—at empâ—or Nor lesse meant Promus when that vow he made Then to give ore his cous'ning tapsters trade Who check'd for short and frothy measure swore He never would from thence forth fill pot more 264 Virescit vulnere Venus Susan 's well sped and weares a velveâ— hood As who should know her breeding hath bin good 'T is reason she should rise once in her life That fell so oft before she was a wife 265 On Death How base hath â—in made man to feare a thing Whichmen call Mâ—rs which yet hath lost all sting And is but a privation as we know Nay is no word if wee exempt the O Then let good men the feare of it deâ—ie All is but O when they shall come to dye 266 On a rich country Gentleman Of woods of plaines of hils and vales Of fields of meades of parks and pales Of all I had this I possesse I need no more I have no lesse 267 On his Mrs. Shall I tell you how the rose at first grew red And whence the lilly whitenes borrowed You blusht straight the rose with red was dight The lilly kist your hand and so was white Before such time each rose had but a stain And lillies nought but palenes did contayne You have the native colour these the dy And onely flowrish in your livery 268 To bis Mrs. Think not deare love that I 'le reveale Those houres of pleasure we do steale No
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
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
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
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
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
The first degree of folly is to hold ones selfe wise the second to professe it the third to dsepise counsell 461. The greatest step is that out of doores 462. To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna 463. The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish 464. The resolved minde hath no cares 465. In the kingdome of a cheater the wallet is carried before 466. The eye will have his part 467. The good mother sayes not will you but gives 468. A house and a woman sute excellently 469. In the kingdome of blind men the one ey'd is king 470. A little Kitchin makes a large house 471. Warre makes theeves and peace hangs them 472. Poverty is the mother of health 473. In the morning mountaines in the evening fountaines 474. The back-doore robs the house 475. Wealth is like rheume it falles on the weakest parts 476. The gowne is his that weares it and the world his that enjoyes it 477. Hope is the poore mans bread 478. Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely 479. Fine words dresse ill deedes 480. Labour as long liu'd pray as even dying 481. A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands 482. Discreet women have neither eyes nor eares 483. Things well fitted abide 484. Prettinesse dies first 485. Talking payes no toll 486. The masters eye fattens the horse and his foote the ground 487. Disgraces are like cherries one drawes another 488. Praise a hill but keepe below 489. Praise the Sea but keepe on land 490. In chusing a wife and buying a sword we ought not to trust another 491. The wearer knowes where the shoe wrings 492. Faire is not faire but that which pleaseth 493. There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly 494. He that 's long agiving knowes not how to give 495. The filth under the white snow the sunne discovers 496. Every one fastens where there is gaine 497. All feete tread not in one shoe 498. Patience time and money accommodate all things 499. For want of a naile the shoe is lost for want of a shoe the horse is lost for want of a horse the rider is lost 500. Weigh justly and sell dearely 501. Little wealth little care 502. Little journeys and good cost bring safe home 503. Gluttony kills more then the sword 504. When children stand quiet they have done some ill 505. A little and good fills the trencher 506. A penny spar'd is twice got 507. When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin 508. Short boughs long vintage 509. Health without money is halfe an ague 510. If the wise erred not it would goe hard with fooles 511. Beare with evill and expect good 512. He that tells a secret is anothers servant 513. If all fooles wore white Caps wee should seeme a flock of geese 514. Water fire and shouldiers quickly make roome 515. Pension never inriched young man 516. Vnder water famine under snow bread 517. The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer 518. He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines 519. A jade eates as much as a good horse 520. All things in their beeing are good for something 521. One flower makes no garland 522. A faire death honours the whole life 523. One enemy is too much 524. Living well is the best revenge 525. One foole makes a hundred 526. One paire of eares drawes dry a hundred tongues 527. A foole may throw a stone into a well which a hundred wise men cannot pull out 528. One slumber finds another 529. On a good bargaine thinke twice 530. To a good spender God is the Treasurer 531. A curst Cow hath short hornes 532. Musick helps not the tooth-ach 533. We cannot come to honour under Coverlet 534 Great paines quickly find ease 535. To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell 536. The cholerick man never wants woe 537. Helpe thy selfe and God will helpe thee 538. At the games end we shall see who gaines 539. There are many waies to fame 540. Love is the true price of love 541. Love rules his kingdome without a sword 542. Love makes all hard hearts gentle 543. Love makes a good eye squint 544. Love askes faith and faith firmenesse 545. A scepter is one thing and a ladle another 546. Great trees are good for nothing but shade 547. Hee commands enough that obeyes a wise man 548. Faire words makes mee looke to my purse 549. Though the Fox run the chicken hath wings 550. He plaies well that winnes 551. You must strike in measure when there are many to strike on one Anvile 552. The shortest answer is doing 553. It 's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground 554. He that commits a fault thinkes every one speakes of it 555. He that 's foolish in the fault let him be wise in the punishment 556. The blind eate many a flie 557. He that can make a fire well can end a quarrell 558. The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people 559. Hee that should have what hee hath not should doe what he doth not 560. He that hath no good trade it is to his losse 561. The offender never pardons 562. He that lives not well one yeare sorrowes seven after 563. He that hopes not for good feares not evill 564. He that is angry at a feast is rude 565. He that mockes a cripple ought to be whole 566. When the tree is fallen all goe with their hatchet 567. He that hath hornes in his bosom let him not put them on his head 568. He that burnes most shines most 569. He that trusts in a lie shall perish in truth 570. Hee that blowes in the dust fills his eyes with it 571. Bells call others but themselves enter not into the Church 572. Of faire things the Autumne is faire 573. Giving is dead restoring very sicke 574. A gift much expected is paid not given 575. Two ill meales make the third a glutton 576. The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach 577. 'T is hard to be wretched but worse to be knowne so 578. A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre 579. It 's better to be head of a Lyzard then the tayle of a Lyon 580 Good quickly seldome meete 581. Folly growes without watering 582. Happier are the hands compast with yron then a heart with thoughts 583 If the staffe be crooked the shaddow cannot be straight 584. To take the nuts from the fire with the dogges foot 585. He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist 586. Valour that parlies is neare yeelding 587. Thursday come and the week's gone 588. A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher 589. There is great force hidden in a sweet command 590. The command of custome is great 591. To have money is a feare not to have it a griefe 592. The Catt sees not the mouse ever 593. Little dogs start the Hare the great get her
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
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
never sell 'em at 110 To Lycus That poetry is good and pleasing thou dost cry Yet know'st not when 't is right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovid's censure to abstaine From pleasing good is vertue 's chiefest aime 111 On Charismus Thou hast compos'd a book which neither age Nor future time shall hurt through all their rage For how can future times or age invade That work which perished assoone as made 112 Of one praising my book Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ Saith it is short and sweet and full of wit I knew his drift and sayd be silent 'pray For in good fayth I 've given 'em all away 113 Facilis discensus averni The way to hell is easie th' other day A blind man â—hither quickly found the way 114 Age and Youth Admire not youth despise not age although Some yong are grave most old men children grow 115 On Orus Orus sold wine and then Tobacco now He Aqua-vitae doth his friends allow What ere he had is sold to save his life And now turn'd Pander he doth sell his wife 116 On Women Women are books and men the readers be In whom oft times they great Errata's see Here sometimes wee a blot there wee espy A leafe misplac'd at least a line awry If they are books I wish that my wife were An Almanacke to change her every yeare 117 On Acerra Tobacco hurts the braine phisicians say Doth dull the wit and memory decay Yet feare not thou Acerra for 't will ne'r Hurt thee so much by use as by thy feare 118 On Briso Who private lives lives well no wonder then You do absent you from the sight of men For out of doores you neer by day appeare Since last you lost i' th pillâ—ry your eare 119 On the King of 〈◊〉 picture Who but the halfe of this neat picture drew That it could ne're be fully done well knew 120 To his Mistris Hyperbole of worth should wit suggest My will with Epithites and I invest That shrine but with deserved paraphrase Adulatory poetry would praise And so but staine your woâ—th your vertues or Else none at all shall be my orator 121 B. I. answer to a thiefe bidding him stand Fly villaine hence or be thy coate of steele I le make thy heart my â—razen bâ—llet feele And send that thrice as thievish soul of thine To hell to weare the Devils Vâ—lentine 122 The Theefe 's â—eplie Art thou great Ben or the revived ghost Of famous Shake-spear or som drunken host Who being tipfie with thy muddy beer Dost think thy rimes shall daunt my soul with fear Nay know base slave that I am one of those Can take a purse a swell in verse as prose And when th' art dead write this upon thy herse Here lies a Poet that was robb'd in verse 123 Vpon Clarinda begging a lock of her lovers haire Fairest Clarinda she whom truth cals faire Begg'd my heart of mee and a lock of haire Should I give both said I how should I live The lock I would the heart I would not give For that lestâ—heeving love should steal away Discretion had lock'd up and kept the key As for the locke of haire which lovers use My head laid on her knee I pray'd her chuse Taking her â—izars by a cunniâ—g art First pick'd the lock and then she stole my heart 124 To his Mistris Dearest thy twin'd haires are not threds of gold Nor thine eyes diamonds nor do I hold Thy lips for rubies nor thy cheeks to bee Fresh roses nor thy dugs of Ivory The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath Nor Alablaster is nor dost thou breath Arabian odours these the earth brings forth Compar'd with thine they would impair thy worth Such then are other mistrisses but mine Hath nothing earth but all divine 125 The Answer If earth doth never change nor move There 's nought of earth sure in thy love Sith heavenly bodies with each one Concur in generation And wanting gravitie are light Or in a borrowed lustre bright If meteors and each falling star Of heavenly matter framed are Earth hath my mistrisse but sure thine All heavenly is though not divine 126 On his Mrs. I saw faire Flora take the aire When Pâ—aehus shin'd and it was faire The heavens to allay the heat Sent drops of raine which gently beat The sun retires asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee Then Bore as took such high disdaine That soon he dri'd those drops again Ah cunning plot and most â—ivine Thus to mix his breath with thine 127 On an houre glasse Do thou consider this small dust Here running in this glasse By atomes mov'd Caâ—st thou beleeve that this the body was Of one that lov'd And in his Mistrisse playing like a fly Turn'd to cinders by her eye Yes and in death as life have it expreâ—t That lovers ashes take no rest 128 On the picture of Cupid in a jewell worn by his Mrs. on her brest Little Cupid enter in and heat Her heart her brest is not thy seat Her brests are fitted to entice Lovers but her heart's ofice Thaw Cupid that it hence forth grow Tender still by answering no. 129 On his Mistris When first I saw thee thou didst sweetly play The gentle theefe and stol'st my heart away Renâ—er me mine againe or leave thy own Two are too much for thee since I have none But if thou wilt not I will swear thou art A sweet-fac'd creature with a double heart 130 On Cupid Cupid hath by his sly and subtill art A certaine arrow shot and peirc't my heart What shall I doe to be reveng'd on love There is but one way and that one I 'le prove I 'le steale his arrowes and will head them new With womens hearts and then they will fly true 131 On a Tobacconist All dainty meats I do defie Which feed men fat as swine Hee is a frug all man indeed That on a leafe can dine He needs no napkin for his hands His fingers ends to wipe That keeps his kitchin in a box And roast 〈◊〉 in a pipe 132 On the same If mans flesh be like swines as it is said The metamorphosis is sooner made Then full-fac'd Gnatho no tobacco take Smoaking your corps lest bacon you do make 133 Another Tom I commend thee above all I know That sold'â—t thy cushion for a pipe of To For now t is like if ere thou study more Thou 'lt sit to 't harder then thou dist before 124 On Tobacco Nature's Idea phisicks rare perfection Cold rheumes expeller and the wits direction O had the gods known thy immortall smack The heavens ere this time had been colored black 135 On a beloved lye I hate a lie and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington And for that they did not untimely dye I love a lye because that was a ly For had it been an accident of ruth 'T had made me grow in hatred of the truth
men 208 Another A begger once exceeding poore A penny pray'd me give him And deeply vow'd nere to aske more And I ne're more to give him Next day he begg'd againe I gave Yet both of us our oathes did save 209 Another I hold as faith What Rome's Church saith Where th' King is head The Flocks misled Where th' Alter's drest The peopele's blest Hee 's but an asse Who shuns the Masse Who charity preach They heav'n soon reach On faith t' rely Is heresy What England's Church allows My conscience disavowes The Church can have no seame Where the Pope's supream There 's service scarce divine Where 's table bread and wine Who the Communion flyes Is Catholique and wise Their church with error 's fraught Where only faith is taught No matter for good works Make 's Christians worse then Turks 210 Another There was a man bespake a thing Which when the owner home did bring He that made it did refuse it He that bought it would not use it He that hath it doth not know Whether he hath it yea or no. 211 On Women Woman 's the centre and the lines are men The circles love how doe they differ then Circles draw many lines into the center But love gives leave to onely one to enter 212 On Clarret wine spilt What 's this that 's spilt 't is clarret wine 'T is well 't is spilt it 's fall sav'd mine 213 On womans love A womans love is like a Syrian flower That buds and spreads and withers in an houre 214 On Cooke a cuckold A young cooke marri'd upon Sunday last And hee grew-old e're tuesday night was past 215 A Butcher marrying a tanners daughter A fitter match then this could not have bin For now the flesh is married to the skin 216 On Cupid Cupid no wonder was not cloath d of old For love though naked seldom ere is cold 217 A plain sutor to his love Faire I love thee yet I cannot sue And shew my love as masking courtiers doe Yet by the smocke of Venus for thy good I 'le freely spend my thrice concocted blood 218. On a passing bell This dolefull muâ—ique of impartiall death Who danceth after danceth out of breath 219 On a farmer knighted In my conceit sir Iohn you were to blame To make a quiet goodwife a madâ—dame 220 On Pallas and Bacchus birth Pallas the ofspring of Iove's braine Bacchus out of his thigh was ta'ne He breake 's his braine that learning winns When he that 's drunk breaks but his shins 221 On an old man doating on a yong mench A rich old man loving a faire yong lasse Out of his breeches his spectacles drew Wherewith he read a note how rich he was All which quoth he sweet-heart I 'le give to you Excuse me sir quoth she for all your riches I le marry none that wears his eies in 's breeches 222 Clownish Court-Ship Excellent Mrs. brighter then the moon Then scoured pâ—wter or the silver spoon Fairer then Phoebus or the morning star Dainty fair Mistrisse by my troth you are As far excelling Dian and her Nimphs As lobsters crawfish and as craw fish shrimps Thine eyes like Diamonds do shine most cleerly As I 'm an honest man I loâ—e thee dearely 223 A Genâ—leman to his love Tell her I love and if she aske how well Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell 224 Her answer Say not you love unlesse you doe For lying will not honor you 225 His answer Maddam I love and love to doe And will not lye unlesse with you 226 On a Welsâ—man The way to make a welshman thinke on blisse And daily say his prayers on his knees Is to perswade him that most certaiae ' t is The moon is made of nothing but green cheese Then hee 'l desire of Iove no geater boon Then to be pleas'd in heaven to eate the moon 227 The vanity of man That every thing we do might vaine appeare We have a veine for each day in the yeere 228 To a friend on the losse of his Mrs. If thou the best of women didst forgo Weigh if thou found'st her or didst make her so If she was found know there is more then one If made the workman lives though she be gone 229 On a whore Rosa is faire but not a proper woman Can any woman proper be that 's common 230 On a Welshman A Welshman comming late into an Inn Asked the maid what meat there was within Cow-heels she answered and a brest of mutton But quoth the Welshman since I am no glutton Either of both shall serve to night the brest The heels i' th morning then light meat is best At night he tooke the brest and did not pay I th' morning tooke his heels and run away 231 On men and women I 'll thrives that haplesse family that showes A cocke that 's silent and a hen that crows I know not which lives more unnaturall lives Obeying husbands or commanding wives 232 On Linus Linus told me of verses that he made Riding to London on a trotting Jade I should have known had he conceal'd the case Even by his verses of his horses pace 233 On a litle diminutive band What is the reason of God-dam-me's band Inch-deep and that his fashion doth not alter God-dam me saves a labor understand In pulling't off when he puts on the halter 234 On Iulius By fraud the Merchant Iulius rakes in pelâ—e For heaven he sels yet hath it not himself 235 On fine apparell Some that their wives may near and cleanely go Do all their substance upon them bestow But who a goldfinch fain would make his wife Make 's her perhaps a wag-taile all her life 236 Vpon Conscience Many men this present age dispraise And thinke men have small conscience now adaies But sure I 'le lay no such fault to their charge I rather think their conscience is too large 237 In Cornutum Cornutus call'd his wife both whore and slut Quoth she you 'l never leave your brawling but. But what quoth he quoth she the post or doore For you have horns to but if I 'me a whore 238 A witty passage An old man sitting at a Christmas feast By eating Brawn occasioned a jest For whilest his tongue and gums chafed about For want of pales the chafed bore broke out And lights perchance upon a handsom lasse That neer him at the table placed was Which when she ' spi'd she pluck'd out of her sleeve A pin and did it to the old man give Saying sith your brawn out of your mouth doth slip Sir take this pin and therewith close your lip And bursting into laughter strain'd so much As with that strain her back-part spakelow dutch Which th' old man hearing did the pin restore And bad her therewith close her postern doore 239 A new married Bride The first of all our sex came from the side of man I thither am return'd from whence I came 240 On a pudding The end
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
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
87. Ill vessells seldome miscarry 88. A full belly neither fights nor flies well 89. All truths are not to be told 90. An old wise mans shaddow is better then a young buzzards sword 91. Noble houskeepers neede no dores 93. Every ill man hath his ill day 93. Sleepe without supping and wake without owing 94. I gave the mouse a hole and she is become my heire 95. Assaiâ—e who will the valiant attends 96. Whether goest griefe where I am wont 97. Praise day at night and life at the end 98. Whether shall the Oxe goe where he shall not labour 99. Where you thinke there is bacon there is no Chimney 100. Mend your cloathes and you may hold out this yeare 101. Presse a stick and it seemes a youth â—02 The tongue walkes where the teeth speede not 103. A faire wife and a frontire Castle breede quarrels 104. Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth lest it turne to earnest 105. Deceive not thy Physitian Confessor nor Lawyer 106. Ill natures the more you aske them the more they stick 107. Vertue and a Trade are the best portion for Children 108. The Chicken is the Countries but the Citie eateth it 109. He that gives thee a Capon give him the leg and the wing 110. Hee that lives ill feare followes him 111. Give a clowne your finger and he will take your hand 112. Good is to bee sought out and evill attended 113. A good pay-master starts not at assurances 114. No Alchymy to saving 115. To a grate full man give mony when he askes 116. Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion 117. To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt 118. A child correct behind and not before 119. To a faire day open the window but make you ready as to a foule 120. Keepe good men company and you shall be of the number 121. No love to a Fathers 122. The Mill gets by going 123. To a boyling pot flies come not 124. Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it 125. A snow yeare a rich yeare 126. Better to be blinde then to see ill 127. Learne weeping and thou shalt laugh gayning 128. Who hath no more bread then neede must not keepe a dog 129. A garden must be lookt unto and drest as the body 130. The Fox when hee cannot reach the grapes saies they are not ripe 131. Water trotted is as good as oates 132. Though the Mastiffe be gentle yet bite him not by the lippe 133. Though a lie be well drest it is ever overcome 134. Though old and wise yet still advise 135. Three helping one another beare the burthen of sixe 136. Old wine and an old friend are good provisions 137. Happie is hee that chastens himselfe 138. Well may hee smell fire whose gowne burnes 139. The wrongs of a Husband or Master are not reproached 140 Welcome evill if thou commest alone 141. Love your neighbour yet pull not downe your hedge 142. The bit that one eates no friend makes 143. A drunkards purse is a bottle 144. Shee spins well that breedes her children 145. Good is the mora that makes all sure 146. Play with a foole at home and he will play with you in the market 147. Every one stretcherh his legges according to his coverlet 148. Autumnall Agues are long or mortall 149 Marry your sonne when you will your daughter when you can 150. Dally not with mony or women 151. Men speake of the faire as things went with them there 152. The best remedy against an ill man is much ground betweene both 143. The mill cannot grind with the water that 's past 154. Corne is cleaned with winde and the soule with chastnings 155. Good words are worth much and cost little 156. To buy deare is not bounty 157. Jest not with the eye or with Religion 158. The eye and Religion can beare no jesting 159. Without favour none will know you and with it you will not know your selfe 160. Buy at a faire but sell at home 161. Cover your selfe with your shield and care not for cryes 162. A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master 163. None is a foole alwaies every one sometimes 164. From a chollerick man withdraw a little from him that saies nothing for ever 165. Debters are lyers 166. Of all smells bread of all tasts salt 167. In a great River great fish are found but take heede lest you bee drowned 168. Ever since we weare cloathes we know not one another 169. God heales and the Physitian hath the thankes 170. Hell is full of good meanings and wishings 171. Take heede of still waters the quick passe away 172. After the house is finisht leave it 173. Our owne actions are our security not others judgements 178. Thinke of ease but worke on 179. Hee that lies long a bed his estate feeles it 180. Whether you boyle snow or pound it you can have but water of it 181. One stroke fells not an oke 182. God complaines not but doth what is fitting 183. A diligent Shcoller and the Master 's paid 184. Milke saies to wine welcome friend 185. They that know one another salute a farre off 186. Where there is no honour there is no griefe 187. Where the drink goes in there the wit goes out 188. He that staies does the businesse 189 Almes never make poore others 190. Great almes-giving lessens no mans living 191. Giving much to the poore doth inrich a mans store 192. It takes much from the account to which his sin doth amount 193. It adds to the glory both of soule and body 194 Ill comes in by ells and goes out by inches 195 The Smith and his penny both are black 196 Whos 's house is of glasse must not throw stones at another 197. If the old dog barke he gives counsell 198. The tree that growes slowly keepes it selfe for another 199. I wept when I was borne and every day shewes why 200. Hee that lookes not before finds him selfe behind 201. He that plaies his mony ought not to value it 202. He that riseth first is first drest 203. Diseases of the eye are to bee cured with the elbow 204. The hole calls the thiefe 205. A gentlemans grayhound and a salt-box seeke them at the fire 206. A childs service is little yet hee is no little foole that despiseth it 207. The river past and God forgotten 208. Evils have their comfort good none can support to wit with a moderate and contented heart 209. Who must account for himselfe and others must know both 210. Hee that eats the hard shall eate the ripe 211. The miserable man makes a peny of a farthing and the liberall of a farthing sixe pence 212. The honey is sweet but the Bee stings 213. Waight and measure take away strife 214. The sonne full and tattered the daughter empty and fine 215. Every path hath a puddle 216. In good yeares corne is hay in ill yeares straw is corne 217. Send a wise man on an errand
and say nothing unto him 218. In life you lov'd me not in death you bewaile me 219. Into a mouth shut flies flie not 220. The hearts letter is read in the eyes 221. The ill that comes out of our mouth â—alles into our bosome 222. In great pedigrees there are Governours and Chandâ—ers 223. In the house of a Fidler all fiddle 224. Sometimes the best gaine is to lose 225. Working and making a fire doth discretion require 226. One graine fills not a sacke but helpes his fellowes 227. It is a great victory that comes without blood 228. In war hunting and love men for one pleasure a thousand griefes prove 229. Reckon right and February hath one and thirty daies 230. Honour without profit is a ring on the finger 231. Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets 232. Honour and profit lie not in one sacke 233. A naughty child is better sick then whole 234. Truth and oyle are evâ—r above 235. He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head 236. Advise none to marry or to goe to warre 237. To steale the Hog and give the feet for almes 238. The thorne comes forth with his point forwards 239. One hand washeth another and both the face 240. The fault of the horse is put on the saddle 241. The corne hides it self in the snow as an old man in furrs 242. The Jewes spend at Easter the Mores at marriages the Christians in sutes 243. Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores 244. A woman and a glasse are ever in danger 245. An ill wound is cured not an ill name 246. The wise hand doth not all that the foolish mouth speakes 247. On painting and fighting looke aloofe 248. Knowledge is folly except grace guide it 249. Punishment is lame but it comes 250. The more women looke in their glasse the lesse they looke to their house 251. A long tongue is a signe of a short hand 252. Marry a widdow before she leave mourning 253. The worst of law is that one suit breedes twenty 254. Providence is better then a rent 255. What your glasse telles you will not be told by Councell 256. There are more men threatned then stricken 257. A foole knowes more in his house then a wise man in anothers 258. I had rather ride on an asse that carries me then a horse that throwes me 259 The hard gives more then he that hath nothing 260. The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes 261. Good cheape is deare 262. It costs more to doe ill then to doe well 263. Good words quench more then a a bucket of water 264. An ill agreement is better then a good judgement 265. There is more talke then trouble 266. Better spare to have of thine own then aske of other men 267. Better good afarre off then evill at hand 268. Feare keepes the garden better then the gardiner 269. I had rather aske of my sire browne bread then borrow of my neighbour white 270. Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one 271. Let an ill man lie in thy straw and he lookes to be thy heire 272. By suppers more have beene killed then Gallen ever cured 273. While the discreet advise the foole doth his busines 274. A mountaine and a river are good neighbours 275. Gossips are frogs they drinke and talke 276. Much spends the traveller more then the abider 277. Prayers and provender hinder no journey 278. A well-bred youth nâ—ither speakes of himselfe nor being spoken to is silent 279. A journying woman speakes much of all and all of her 280. The Fox knowes much but more he that catcheth him 281. Many friends in generall one in spcciall 282. The foole askes much but hee is more foole that grants it 283. Many kisse the hand they wish cut off 284. Neither bribe nor loose thy right 285. In the world who knowes not to swimme goes to the bottome 286. Chuse not an house neere an Inne viz for noise or in a corner for filth 287. Hee is a foole that thinks not that another thinks 288. Neither eyes on letters nor hands in coffers 289. The Lyon is not so fierce as they paint him 290. Goe not for every griefe to the Physitian nor for every quarrell to the Lawyer nor for every thirst to the pot 291. Good service is a great inchantment 292. There would bee no great ones if there were no little ones 293. It 's no sure rule to fish with a crosbow 294. There were no ill language if it were not ill taken 295. The groundsell speakes not save what it heard at the hinges 296. The best mirrour is an old friend 297. Say no ill of the yeere till it be past 298. A mans discontent is his worst evill 299. Feare nothing but sinne 300. The child saies nothing but what it heard by the sire 301. Call me not an olive till thou see me gathered 302. That is not good language which all understand not 303. Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once 304. He will burne his house to warme his hands 305. Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate 306. All is not gold that glisters 307. A blustering night a faire day 308. Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing 309. He is not poore that hath little but he that desireth much 310. Let none say I will not drinke water 311. Hee wrongs not an old-man that steales his supper from him 312. The tongue talkes at the heads cost 313. Hee that strikes with his tongue must ward with his head 314. Keep not ill men company lest you increase the number 315. God strikes not with both hands for to the sea he made havens and to rivers foords 316. A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand 317. No lock will hold against the power of gold 318. The absent partie is still faultie 319. Peace and Patience and death with repentance 320. If vou loose your time you cannot get mony nor gaine 321. Bee not a Baker if your head be of butter 322. Aske much to have a little 323. Litle stickes kindle the fire great ones put it out 324. Anothers bread costs deare 325. Although it raine throw not away thy watering pot 326. Although the sun shine leave not thy cloake at home 327. A little with quiet is the onely dyeâ— 328. In vaine is the mill clacke if the Mâ—â—er his hearing lack 329. By the needle you shall draw the thread and by that which is past see how that which is to come will be drawne on 330. Stay a little and news will find you 331. Stay till the lame messenger come if you will know the truth of the thing 332. When God will no winde but brings raine 333. Though you rise early yet the day comes at his time and not till then 334. Pull downe your hatt on the winds side 335. As the yeere is your pot must seeth 336. Since you know all and