blest creature in thine Urne My sighes my teares shall not awake thee I but stay untill my turne And then Oh then I 'le overtake thee 476 Aequè facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris I love not her that at the first cries I I love not her that doth me still deny Be she too hard shee 'll cause me to despaire Be she too easie shee 's as light as faire 'T is hard to say whether most hurt procure She that is hard or easy to allure If it be so then lay me by my side The hard soft willing and unwilling bride 477 In monumenta Westminsteriensia Mortality behold and feare What a change of flesh is here Thinke how many royall bones Sleep within this heap of stones Here they ly had realmes and lands Who now want strength to stir their hands Where from their Pulpits seel'd with dust They preach In greatnes is no trust Here 's an acre sown indeed With the richest royal'st seed That the earth did e're suck in Since the first man dy'd for sin Here the bones of birth have cry'd Though Gods they were as men they dy'd Here are sands ignoble things Drop'd from the ruin'd sides of Kings Here 's a world of pompe and state Buried in dust once dead by fate 478 Semel it saâ—ivimus Beldam God blesse thee thou want'st nought but wit And having gotten that we 'r freed from it Bridewell I cannot any way dispraise thee For thou dost feed the poore and jerke the lazie New-gate of thee I cannot much complaine For once a moneth thou freest men out of paine But from the Counters gracious Lord defend us To Bedlam Bridewell or to New gate send us For there in time wit worke or law sets free But here wit work nor law gets liberty 479 On the Marriage of one Turbolt with Mrs. Hill What are Deucalions dayes return'd that we A Turbolt swimming on a Hill do see What shall we in this age so strange report That fishes leave the sea on hils to sport And yet this hill though never tir'd with standing Lay gently down to give a Turbolt landing 480 Vpon Annas marriadge with a lawyer Anne is an angell what if so shee be What is a angell but a lawyers fee. 481 In Cupidinem Who grafts in blindnes may mistake his stock Love hath no tree but that whose bark is smock 482 Aenigma The Devill men say in Devonshire dy'd of late But Devonshire lately liv'd in rich estate Till Rich his toyes did Devonshire so bewitch As Devonshire dy'd and left the Devill rich 483 On Cupid Why feign they Cupid robbed of sight Can he whose seat is in the eye want light 484 Aâ— answer Experience shews and reason doth decree That he who sits in 's owne light cannot see 485 Barten Holiday to the Puritan on his Technogamia 'T is not my person nor my play But my sirname Holiday That does offend thee thy complaints Are not against me but the Saints So ill dost thou endure my name Because the Church doth like the same A name more awfull to the puritane Then Talboâ— unto france or Drake to Spaine 486 On a Picture This face here pictur'd time shall longer have Then life the substance of it or the grave Yet as I change from this by death I know I shall like death the liker death I grow 487 In Meretrices The law hangs theeves for their unlawfull stealing The law carts bawds for keeping of the doore The law doth punish rogues for roguish dealing The law whips both the pander and the whore But yet I muse from whence this law is grown Whores must not steal yet must not use their own 487 On the Citty Venice When in the Adriatick Neptune saw How Venice stood and gave the seas their law Boast thy Tarpeian towers now Iove said he And Mars thy wals if Tiber 'fore the sea Thou dost prefer view both the cities ods Thou'lâ— say that men built Rome Venice the gods 488 To a Lady that every morning used to paint her faâ—e Preserve what nature gave you nought's more base Thâ—n Belgian colour on a Roman face Much good time 's lost you rest your faces debtor And make it worse striving to make it better 489 On a Cuckold My friend did tax me seriously one morne That I would weare yet could not winde a horne And I reply'd he perfect truth should find it Many did weare the horn that could not wind it Howe're of all that man may weare it best Who makes claime to it as his ancient crest 490 Vpon Marriage Marriage as old men note hath likened bin Unto a publiqâ—e feast or common route Where those that are without would fain get in And those that are within would faine get out 491 Quicquid non nummus The mony'd man can safely saile all seas And make his fortune as himselfe shall please He can wed Danae and command that now Acrisius selfe that fatall match allow He can declaime chide censure verses write And do all things better then Cato might He knows the Law and rules it hath and is Whole Servius and what Labeo can possesse In briefe let rich men wish what e're they love 'T will come they in a lock'd chest keep a Iove 492 On Annas a news-monger Annas hath long eares for all news to passe His eares must needs be long for hee 's an asse 494 Semel inâ—anivimus omnes Thus have I waded through a worthlesse taske Whereto I trust there 's no exception ta'ne For meant to none I answer such as aske 'T is like apparell made in birchen lane If any please to suit themselves and weare it The blames not mine but theirs that needs will weare it 495 To Aulus Some speaking in their own renown Say that this book was not exactly done I care not much like banquets let my bookes Rather be pleasing to the guests then cooks 496 Ad sesquipedales poetastros Hence Brauron's God to Tauriminion And you Levaltoring Corybants be gone Fly thundring Bronsterops to Hippocrene And Maurâ—s to nimph nursing Mytelene Grisly Maegera's necromantique spell Depart to blacke nights Acheronticke cell Avaunt transformed Epidarian Unto th' Antipod Isles of Tabraban Away Cyllenius plumy-pinnion'd God With thy peace making wand snake charming rod And all the rest not daring looke upon Vranus ' blood-borne brood and fell Typhon Chimaera's victor great Bellepheron Thou vanquisher of Spanish Geryon Stout Asdruball Sicilian Lord of yore Thou that destroyd'st the Calidonian bore Couragious conqueror of Creetes Minotaure Thou pride of Mermeros ' cloudy Semitaure Perseus whose marble stone transforming shield Enforâ—'d the whale Andromeda to yeeld You Argonautes that scour'd Syndromades And pass't the quicke sands of Semplegades Helpe Demogorgon King of heaven and earth Chaos Lucina at Litigiums birth The world with child looks for delivery Of Cannibals or Poetophagie A devillish brood from Ericthonius From Iphidemia Nox and Erebus Chide Pegasus for op'ning Helicon And Poets damn to Pery-Phlegeton Or make
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
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
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
in thy Poesie She would have sent her poets to obtain Tutour'd by thee thy most majestique strain 23. In Aulam Thou still art mutring Aulus in mine eare Love me and love my dog I will I swear Thou ask'st but right and Aulus truth to tell I think thy dog deserves my love as well 24 To Mr. George Chapman on his Translation of Homers works into English meeter Thou Ghost of Homer 'twere no fault to call His the translation thine the Originall Did we not know 't was done by thee so well Thou makest Homer Homers self excell 25 To Mr. William Shake-spear Shake-speare we must be silent in thy praâ—se 'Cause our encomion's will but blast thy Bayes Which envy could not that thou didst do well Let thine own histories prove thy Chronicle 26 Ad Tilenum Tilenus 'cause th' art old fly not the field Where youthfull Cupid doth his banner weild For whyâ— this god old men his souldiers stil'd None loves but he who hath bin twice a child 27 To Mr. Thomas Randolph Thou darling of the Muses for we may Be thought deserving if what was thy play Our utmost labours can produce we will Freely allow thee heir unto the hill The Muses did assign thee and think 't fit Thy younger yeares should have the elder-wit 28 In Paulum Paul what my cloak doth hide thou fain wouldst know Were 't to be seen I would not cover't so 29 Of sleep and death That death is but a sleep I not deny Yet when I next would sleep I would not dy 30 Ad Lectorem Reader thou see'st how pale these papers look Whiles they fear thy hard censure on this book 31 Ad Momum Momus thou say'st our verses are but â—oyes T is true yet truth is often spoken by boyes 32 On Thraso Thraso goes lame with a blow he did receive In a late duell if you 'll him beleeve 33 News When news doth come if any would discusse The letters of the word resolve it thus News is convay'd by letter word or mouth And comes to us from north east west and soutâ— 34 Of Ruâ—us Rufus had robb'd his host and being put to it Said I 'm an arrarâ—t rogue if I did doe it 35 Of Marcus When Marcus fail'd a borrowed sum to pay Unto his freind at the appointed day 'T were superstition for a man he sayes To be a strict observer of set dayes 36 Of a theefe A theefe arested and in custody Under strong guards of armed company Ask't why they held him so Sir quoth the cheife We hold you for none other than a theif 37 Of motion Motion brings heat and thus we see it prov'd Most men are hot and angry when they 're mov'd 38 Ad Scriptorem Half of your book is to an index grown You give your book contents your reader none 39 Domiâ—a Margarita Sandis Anagramma Anne domi das Margâ—â—it as VVhy do wee seek saile abroad to find Those pearls which do adorn the female-kind Within our seas there comes unto our hands A matchlesse Margaryte among the Sands 40 Man Man 's like the earth his hair like grasse is grown His veins the rivers are his heart the stone 41 Vita via Well may mans life be likened to a way Many be weary of their life they 'll say 42 To Mr. Thomas May. Thou son of Mercury whose fluent tongue Made Lucan finish his Pharsalian song Thy fame is equall better is thy fate Thou hast got Charles his love he Nero's hate 43 On Harpax Harpax gave to the poor all by his will Because his heir should no feign'd teares distill 44 On Sextuâ— Sextus doth wish his wife in heaven were Where can shee have more happines then there 45 To Mr. George Wytâ—ers Th' hast whipp'd our vices shrewdly and we may Think on thy scourge untill our dying-day Th hast given us a Remembrancer which shall Outlast the vices we are tax'd withall Thâ—'haâ—t made us both eternall for our shame Shall never Wyther whilst thou hast a name 46 On a Drawer drunk Drawer with thee now even is thy wine For thou hast peirc'd his hogs-head and he thine 47 Vpon the weights of a clock I wonder time 's so swift when as I see Upon her heeles such lumps of lead to bee 48 To Mr. Thomas Middleton Fâ—cetious Middleton thy witty Muse Hath pleased all that books or men peruse If any thee dispise he doth but show Antipathy to wit in daring so Thy fam's above his malice and 't wilbe Dispraise enough for him to censure thee 49 On Cynâ—â— Because I am not of a Giant 's stature Despise me not nor praise thy liberall nature For thy huge limbs that you are great 't is true And that I 'm little in respect of you The reason of our growths is eas'ly had You many had perchance I but one Dad. 50 To Mr. Iames Shirly on his Comedy viz. the yong Admirall How all our votes are for thee Sâ—irly come Conduct our troops strike up Apollo's drum We wait upon thy summons and do all Intend to choose thee our yong Admirall 51 On Alastrus Alastrus hath nor coyn nor spirit nor wit I thinke hee 's only then for Bedlam fit 52 On Macer You call my verses â—oyes th' are so 't is true Yet they are better then ought comes from you 53 To Mr. Philip Massinger Apollo's Messenger who doth impart To us the edicts of his learned art We cannot but respect thee for we know Princes are honour'd in their Legats so 54 On Celsus Celsus doth love himself Celsus is wise For now no rivall ere can claime his prize 55 On Candidus When I am sick not else thou com'st to see me Waild fortune from both torments still would free me 56 To Mr. Iohn Ford. If e're the Muses did admire that well Of Hellicon as elder times do tell I dare presume to say upon my word They much more pleasure take in thee rare Ford 57 On Paulus Because thou followst some great Peer at Court Dost think the world deem's thee a great one forâ— Ah no! thou art mistaken Paulus know Dwarfs still as pages unto giants goe 58 To Mr. Thomas Heywood Thou hast writ much and art admir'd by those Who love the easie ambling of thy prose But yet thy pleasingst flight was somewhat higâ— When thou did'st touch the angels Hyerarchie Fly that way still it will become thy age And better please then groveling on the stage 59 On a cowardly Souldier Strotzo doth weare no ring upon his hand â—lthough he be a man of great command But gilded spurs do jingle at his heeles Whose rowels are as big as some coach-wheels He grac'd them well for in the Netherlands His heels dâ—d him more service then his hands 60 To Mr. Thomas Goffe on his tragedies When first I heard the Turkish Emperours speak In such a dialect and Oâ—estes break His silence in such language I admir'd What powerful favorite of the Nimphs inspir'd Into their Souls such utterance but
eye shall see nor vet the sun Descrie what thee and I have done The God of love himself hose dart Did first peirce mine and next thy heart He shall not know that we can tell What sweets in stoln cmoracemâ—nts dwell Onely this meanes may find it out If when I dy Phisians doubt What caus'd my death and they to view Of all the judgements that are true Rip up my heart oh then I feare The world will find thy picture there 269 To Mr. Ben. Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes â—arks Pray tell me Ben where doth the mistery lurke What others call a play you call a worke 270 Thus answer'd by a friendin Mr. Iohâ—sons defence The authors friend thus for the author sayes Bens plays are works when others works are plaies 271 Tempus edax rerum The sweetest flower in the summers prime By all agreement is the damaske rose Which if it grow anâ— be not pluck'd in time She sheds her leaves her buds their sent do loose Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse The sweetest work that ever nature fram'd By all agreement is a virgins face Which not enjoy'd her white and red will fade And unto all worm eating time give place Oh let not things of worth for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse 272 Ad Aristarchum Be not agriev'd my humerous lines afford Of looser language here and there a word Who undertakes to sweep a common sinke I cannot blame him though his broome do stinke 273 To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a heart was Crown'd I tooke it to be thine But when I saw it had a wound I knew that heart was mine A bounty of a strange conceit To send mine own to me And send it in a worse estate Then when it came to thee The heart I gave thee had no staine It was intire and sound But thou hast sent it back againe Sick of a deadly wound Oh heavens how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be When thou hast kill'd me with a dart That so much honor'd thee 274 On a charming beauty I 'le gaze no more on that bewitched face Since ruin harbors there in every place For my inchanted soul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns I 'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers Which pleas'd or anger'd still are murtherers For if she dart like lightning through the ayre Her beames of wrath she kils me with despaire If she behold me with a pleasing eye I surfet with excesse of joy and dy 275 Covetous persons Patrons are latrons then by this Th' are worst of greedy people Whose cognizance a wolfes head is And is his mouth a steeple 276 On a dyer Who hath time hath life that he denies This man hath both yet still he dyes 277 Non verber a sed verba Two Schollers late appointed for the field Must which was weakest to the other yeeld The quarrell first began about a word Which now should be decided by the sword But er'e they drew there fell that alteration As they grew friends againe by disputation 278 In Octavium Octavius lying at the point of death His gelding kindly did to me bequeath I wanted one and was in haste to ride In better time he never could have di'd 279 Ofletting In bed a yong man with his old wife lay O wife quoth he I've let a thing to day By which I feare I am a looser much His wife replyes youths bargaines still are such So turning from him angry at her heart She unawares let out a thundring Oh wife quoth he no looser I am now A marv'lous saver I am made by you Yong men that old wives have may never fell Because old wives quoth he let things so well 280 In Dossum Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'sie with his perriwig Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire As Esops crow might breake her oyster there Foole he to thinke his haire could tarry fast When Bore as teares up forests with a blast 281 Post dulcia finis amarus Ienkin a welshman that had suires in law Journying to London chanc'd to steale a cow For which pox on her luck as ne're man saw Was burnt within the fist and know not how Being ask'd if well the lawes with him did stand Was have her now quoth Ienkin in her hand 282 In Miâ—cam Fine Minca lisping yea and no forsooth Though little ears yet keeps a dainty tooth Minca that longs for apples on the tree In May before the blossomes fallen be Or will not eate a Kentish cherry down But for a couple when she payes a crown And cares not for a straw-berry or peare In truth because th' are common every where Yet what is that which may be had for reason And never comes to Minca out of season 283 Feminae ludifieantur viâ—os Kind Katherine to her husb and kist these words Mine own sweet Will how dearly do I love thee â— If true quoth Will the world no such affords And that it 's true I durst his warrant bee For ne're heard I of woman good or ill But alwayes loved best her own sweet will 284 Ad Tâ—sserum Tusser they tell me when thou wert alive Thou teaching thrift thy self couldst never thrive So like the whetstone many men are wont To sharpen others when themselves are blunt 285 Praestar videri quâ—messe Clitâ—s with clients is well customed That hath the laws but little studied No matter Clitus so they bring their fees How ill â—he case and thy advice agrees 286 Tunâ—â—ua res agitur A jealous merchant that a saylor met Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry Knowing what ill their absence might beget That still at sea constrained are to tarry Sir quoth the Saylor think you that so strange 'T is done the time whiles you but walke th' exchange 287 A conference A Dane a Spaniard a Polonian My selfe a Swisse with a Hungarian At supper met discoursed each with other Drank laught yet none that understood another 288 In Marcum Marcus is not a hypocrite and why He flyes all good to fly hypocrifie 289 Quid â—on verba suadeant Sextus halfe salv'd his credit with a jest That at a reckoning this devise had got When he should come to draw amongst the rest And saw each man had coine himselfe had not His empty pocket feels and 'gins to say In sadnes firs here 's not a crosse to pay 290 Stupid Binus Sith time flyes fast away his fastest flight Binus prevents with dreaming day and night 291 In divites Rich men their wealth as children rattles keep When playd a while with 't then they fall asleep 292 In Fannium What furi 's this his foe whilst Fannius flyes He kils himselfe for feare of death he dies 293 To Vellius Thou swearest I bowle as well as most men doe The most are
both tid meet Drusius in fight fell dead at Furios feet One had the Straw but with it this greek letter The other loâ—t it pray who had the better 350 On Cupid Love is a boy and subject to the rod Some say but lovers say he is a god I thinke that love is neither god nor boy But a mad-braines imaginary toy 351 On Durus A friend of Durus comming on a day To visite him finding the doores say nay 〈◊〉 lock'd fast up first knocks and then doth Pause As Lord have mercy on 's had bin the cause But missing it he ask't a neighbour by When the rich Duru's were lock'd and why He said it was a Custome growne of late At diner time to lock your great man's gate Durus ' his poor friend admir'd thought the dooâ— Was not for State lock'd up but 'gainst the poore And thence departing empty of good cheere Said Lord have mercy on us is not there 352. On a Puritane From impure mouthes now many bear the name Of Puritane yet merit not the same This one shall onely be my Puritan That is a knave yet seems an honest man 353. Quantum mutatus ab illo Pedes growne proud makes men admire thereat Whose baser breeding should they think not bear it Nay he on cock-horse rides how like you that Tut Pedes Proverb is Win gold and wear it But Pedes you have seen them riâ—e in haâ—te That through their pride have broke their necks at last 354 On Bibens Bibens to shew his liberality Made Lusus drunk a noble quality And much esteem'd which Bibens fain would prove To be the signe of his familiar-love Lusus beware thou 'lt finde him in the end Familiar devill no familiar friend 355 On Tobacco Things which are common common men do use The better sort do common things refuse Yet countrys-cloth-breech court-velvet-hose Puff both alike Tobacco through the nose 356 In Superbum Rustick Superbus fine new cloath's hath got Of Taffata and Velvet fair in sight The shew of which hath so bewitch'd the sot That he thinks Gentleman to be his right But he 's deceiv'd for true that is of old An Ape 's an Ape though he wear cloth of gold 357 On Infidus Infidus was so free of oathes last day That he would swear what e're he thought to say But now such is his chance whereat hâ—'s griev'd The more he swears the lesse he is believ'd 358 On Christmas-Ivy At Christmas men do alwaies Ivie get And in each corner of the house it set But why do they then use that Bacchus weed Because they mean then Bacchus-like to feed 359 On Bacchus Pot-lifting Bacchus to the earth did bend His kâ—ee to drink a Health unto his friend And there he did so long in liquor pour That he lay quite sick-drunk upon the floor Judge was not there a drunkards kindnes shown To drink his friend a Health and lose his own 360 Of a fat man He 's rich that hath great in-comes by the year Then that great belly'd man is rich I le swear For sure his belly ne'r so big had bin Had he not daily had great comings-in 361 Vindicta vim sequitur Kitt being kick'd and spurr'd pursuâ—s the Law That doom'd the dammage at twice forty pence W ch wheÌ„ the party w ch had wrong'd him saw Thought t was too great a fine for such offâ—nce Why then quoth Kitt if I too much request Thou maist at any time kick out the rest 363 On Flaccus Flaccus being yong they said he was a Gull Of his sâ—mplicity each mouth was full And pitying him they 'd say the foolish Lad Would be deceived sure of all he had His youth is past now may they turn him loose For why the Gull is grown to be a Goose. 363 Per plumas anser See how yâ—ng Rufus walks in green each day As if he ne'r was youthfull untill now E're Christmas next his green Goose will be gray And those high burnish'd plumes in 's cap will bow But you do wrong him since his purse is full To call him Goose that is so yong a Gull 364 Of Ienkyn Ienkyn is a rude clown go tell him so What need I tell what he himself doth know Perhaps he doth not then he is a sot For tell me what knows he that knows it not 365 To Fortune Poets say Fortune's blinde and cannot see And therefore to be born withall if she Sometimes drop gifts on undeserving wights But sure they are deceiv'd she hath her sight Els could it not at all times so fall out That fools should have wise men go without 366 Vnde venis memora With earthen plate Agathocles they say Did use to meal so serv'd with Samo's clay When jewell'd plate and rugged earth was by He seem'd to mingle wealth and poverty One ask'd the cause he answers I that am Siâ—ilia's King from a poor Potter came Hence learn thou that art rais'd from mean estate To sudden riches to be temperate 367 On Leucus Leucus loves life yet liveth wickedly Hâ— haâ—eth death yet wisheth he may dy Honestly and well so what is naught he loves And what he would have good he nought approves 368 On Biscus I pray you Sir give Biscus leave to speak The Gander loves to hear himself to creak 369 In Thrasonem Since Thraso met one stoutly in the field He crakes his spirit knows not how to yield Looks big swears strouts with set-side-arms the streets Yet gently yields the wal to al he meets And to his friends that asks the reason why His anâ—wer's this My self I grace thereby For every one the common proverb knows That alwaies to the wall the weakest go's 370 In Cornutum One told his wife a Hart's-head he had bought To hang his Hat upon and home it brought To whom his frugal wife What needs that caâ—â— I hope sweet-heart your head your hat can bear 371 On More-dew More-dew the Mercer with a kinde salute Would needs intreat my custom â— for a suit Here Sir quoth he for Sattins Velvets call What e're you please I le take your word for all I thank'd took gave my word say than Am I at all indebted to this man 372 On Sims mariage Six moneths quoth Sim a Suitor and not sped I in a sev'n-night did both woo wed Who greâ—n fruit loves must take long pains to shake Thine was some downfall I dare undertake 373 On a Wittall I know my fate and that must bear And since I know I need not fear 374 On Mopsus Mopsus almost what e're he means to speak Before it sir-reverence the way must break Such maners hath sir-reverence learnt at school That now sir-reverence Mopsus is a fool 375 On Clym Clym cals his wife reck'ning all his neighbors Just half of them are Cuckolds he averrs Nay fie quoth she I would they heard you speak You of your self it seems no reckoning make 376 Turpe lucrum Veneris Will in a
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
I nothing tell me what I dreamed last night 337. When the Foxe preacheth beware geese 338. When you are an Anvill hold you still when you are a hammer strike your fill 339. Poore and liberall rich and coveteous 340. He that makes his bed ill lies there 341. Hee that labours and thrives spins gold 342. He that sowes trusts in God 343. Hee that lies with the dogs riseth with fleas 344. Hee that repaires not a part builds all 345. A discontented man kwes not where to sit easie 346. Who spits against heaven it falls in his face 347. Hee that dines and leaves layes the cloth twice 348. Who eates his cock alone must saddle his horse alone 349. He that is not handsome at 20 nor strong at 30 nor rich at 40 nor wise at 50 will never bee handsome strong rich or wise 350. Hee that doth what hee will doth not what he ought 351. Hee that will deceive the fox must rise betimes 352. He that lives well sees a farre off 353. He that hath a mouth of his owne must not say to another Blow 354. He that will be served must bee patient 355. Hee that gives thee a bone would not have thee die 356. He that chastens one chastens 20. 357. He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world 358. He that hath no ill fortune is troubled with good 359. Hee that demands misseth not unlesse his demands be foolish 360. He that hath no hony in his pot let him have it in his mouth 361. He that takes not up a pin slilghts his wife 362. He that owes nothing if he makes not mouthes at us is courteous 363. Hee that looseth his due gets not thankes 364. Hee that beleeveth all misseth hee that beleeveth nothing hitts not 365. Pardons and pleasantnesse are great revenges of slanders 366. A married man turnes his staffe into a stake 367. If you would know secrets looke them in griefe or pleasure 368. Serve a noble disposition though poore the time comes that hee will repay thee 369. The fault is as great as hee that is faulty 370. If folly were griefe every house would weepe 371. Hee that would bee well old must bee old betimes 372. Sit in your place and none can make you rise 373. If you could runne as you drinke you might catch a hare 374. Would you know what mony is Go borrow some 375. The morning Sunne never lasts a day 376. Thou hast death in thy house and dost bew aile anothers 377. All griefes with bread are lesse 378. All things require skill but an appetite 379. All things have their place knew wee how to place them 380. Little pitchers have wide eares 381. We are fooles one to another 382. This world is nothing except it tend to another 383. There are three waies the Vniversities the Sea the Court. 384. God comes to see without a bell 385. Life without a friend is death without a witnesse 386. Cloath thee in war arme thee in peace 387. The horse thinkes one thing and he that sadles him another 388. Mills and wives ever want 389. The dog that licks ashes trust not with meale 390. The buyer needes a hundred eyes the seller not one 391. He carries well to whom it waighes not 392. The comforters head never akes 393. Step after step the ladder is ascended 394. Who likes not the drinke God deprives him of bread 395. To crazy ship all winds are contrary 396. Justice pleaseth few in their owne house 397. In times comes he whom God sends 398. Water a farre off quencheth not fire 399. In sports and journeys men are knowne 400. An old friend is a new house 401. Love is not found in the market 402. Dry feet warme head bring safe to bed 403. Hee is rich enough that wants nothing 404. One father is enough to governe one hundred sons but not a hundred sons one father 405. Farre shooting never kild bird 406. An upbraidâ—d morsell never choaked any 407. Dearths foreseene come not 408. An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles 409. Hee that falles into the durt the longer he stayes there the fowler he is 410. He that blames would buy 411. He that sings on friday will weepe on Sunday 412. The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne 413. My house my house though thou art small thou art to me the Escuriall 414. A hundred loade of thought will not pay one of debts 415. Hee that comes of a hen must scrape 416. He that seekes trouble never misses 417. He that once deceives is ever suspected 418. Being on sea saile being on land settle 419. Who doth his owne businesse foules not his hands 420. Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace 421. Hee that workes after his owne manner his head akes not at the matter 422. Who hath bitter in his mouth spits not all sweet 423. He that hath children all his morsels are not his owne 424. He that hath the spice may season as he list 425. He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne 426. He that hath love in his brest hath spurres in his sides 427. Hee that respects not is not respected 428. Hee that hath a Fox for his mate hath neede of a net at his girdle 429. He that hath right feares he that hath wrong hopes 430. Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing 431. Never was strumpet faire 432. He that measures not himselfe is measured 433. Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat and hee that hath one son makes him a foole 434. Who letts his wife goe to every feast and his horse drinke at every water shall neither have good wife nor good horse 435. He that speakes sowes and he that holds his peace gathers 436. He that hath little is the lesse durtie 437. He that lives most dies most 438. He that hath one foot in the straw hath another in the spittle 439. Hee that 's fed at anothers hand may sray long ere he be full 440. Hee that makes a thing too fine breakes it 441. Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands 442. He that would be well needs not goe from his owne house 443. Councell breakes not the head 444. Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow 445. Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales 446. Mony refused looseth its brightnesse 447. Health and mony goe farre 448 Where your will is ready your feete are light 449. A great ship askes deepe waters 450. Woe to the house where there is no chiding 451. Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine 452. Fooles bite one another but wisemen agree together 453. Trust not one nights ice 454. Good is good but better carries it 455. To gaine teacheth how to spend 456. Good finds good 457. The dog gnawes the bone because he cannot swallow it 458. The crow bewailes the sheepe and then eates it 459. Building is a sweet impoverishing 460.
Particularly none generally all 'Mongst which if you have chanc'd to catch a prick Cry we-hy if you will but do not kick 458 On a Mother and her son having but two eyes betwixt theâ— each one A half blind-boy born of a half blind mother Peerlesse for beauty save compar'd to th' other Faire boy give her thine eye and she will prove The Queen of beauty thou the God of love 459 To his quill Thou hast been wanton therefore it is meet Thou ' shouldst do penance do it in a sheet 460 Of Câ—irst crucified When red the Sun goes down we use to say It is a signe we shall have a faire day Blood red the Sun of Heaven went down from hence And we have had faire weather ever since 461 On himselfe Mirth pleaseth some to others 't is offenâ—e Some coÌ„mend plain conceits some profound sence Some wish a witty jest some dislike that And most would have themselves they know not what Then he that would pleaâ—e all and himselfe too Takes more in hand than he is like to doe 462 To young men Yong men fly when beauty darts Amorous glances at your hearts The fixt marke gives your shooter aime And Ladyes lookes have power to maime Now 'twixt their lips now in â—heir eyes 〈◊〉 a kisse or smile love lyes Then fly betimes for onely they Conquer love that run away 463 The pens prosopopeia to the Scrivener Thinike who when you cut the quill Wounded was yet did no ill When you mend me thinke you must Mend your selfe else you 're unjust When you dip my nib in Inke Thinke on him that gall did drinke When the Inke sheds from your pen Thinke who shed his blood for men When you write but thinke on this And you ne're shall write amisse 464 A raritie If thou bee'st born to strange sights Things invisible to see Ride ten thousand dayes and nights Till age snow white haires on thee And thou when thou return'st wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee And thou ' lt sweare that no where Lives a maiden true and faire 465 Vpon Tom Toltâ—am's nose The radiant colour of Tom Toltham's nose Puts down the lilly and obscures the rose Had I a jewell of such pretious hew I would present it to some Monarch's view No subject should possesse such jems as those Ergo the King must have Tom Toltham's nose 466 Vpon Thorough-good an unthrifâ— Thy sir name Thorough-good befitteth thee Thou Tâ—orough-good and good goes thorough thee Nor thou in good nor good in thee doth stay Both of you thorough goe and passe away 467 In Amorem Love if a God thou art then evermore thou must Be mercifull and just If just thou be O wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone and not my Mistrisse heart If mercifull then why am I to paine reserv'd Who have the truly serv'd Whiles she that for thy power cares not a fly â—aughs thee to scorn and lives at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted be Heale me like her or else wound her like me 468 Ariddle on a pound of candles One evening as cold as cold might bee With frost and snow and pinching weather Companions about three times three Lay close all in a bed together Yet one after other they tookâ— a heat And dy'd that night all in a sweat 469 On the new aressings Ladyes that weare black cypresse vailes Turn'd lately to white linnen railes And to your girdle weare your bands And shew your armes in stead of hands What can you do in Lent more meet As fittest dresse than weare a sheet 'T was once a band t is now a cloake An acorne one day proves an oake Weare but your lawn unto your feet And then your band will prove a sheet By which device and wise excesse You do your pennance in a dresse And none shall know by what they see Which Lady 's censur'd which goes free 469 Tâ—us answered Blacke Cypresse vailes are shrouds of night White linnen railes are railes of light Which though we to our girdles weare W'have hands to keepe your armes off there Who makes our bands to be a cloake Makes Iohn a Stiles of Iohn an Oke We weare our linnen to our feet Yet need not make our band a sheet Your Clergie wears as long as wee Yet that implyes conformitie Be wise recant what you have writ Least you do pennance for your wit Love charmes have power to weave a string Shall tye you as you ty'd your ring Thus by loves sharpe but just decree You may be censur'd we go free 470 Amicitia What 's â—riendship 't is a treasure 't is a pleasure Bred 'twixt two worthy spirits by their merits 'T is two â—inds in one meeting never fleeting Two wils in one consenting each contenting One brest in two divided yet not parted A double body and yet single hearted Two bodies making one through self election Two minds yet having both but one affection 471 To his Mistrisse I cannot pray you in a studied stile Nor speak words distant from my heart a mile I cannot visit Hide-parke every day And with a hackney court my time away I cannot spanniolize it weeke by week Or waite a moneth to kisse your hand or cheek If when you 'r lov'd you cannot love againe Why doe but say so I am out of paine 472 On the Queene of Bohemia You meaner Beauties of the night Which poorely satisfie our eyes More by your number then your light The common people of the skies What are ye when the moon shall rise You violets that first appeare By your purple mantle known Like proud virgins of the yeere As if the Spring were all your own What are you when the rose is blown You wandring chaunters of the wood That fill the ayre with natures layes Thinking your passions understood By weak accents where 's your praise When Philomell her voyce shall raise So when my Princesse shall be seen In sweetnes of her lookes and mind By vertues first then choyce a Queen Tell me was she not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind 473 To his noble friend There 's no necessity that can exclude The poorest being from a gratitude For when the strength of fortune lends no more He that is truely thankefull is not poore Yours be the bounty then mine the great debt On which no time nor power can ransome set 474 Fatum Supremum All buildings are but monuments of death All clothes but winding sheets for our last knell All dainty fattings for the worms beneath All curious musique but our passing bell Thus death is nobly waited on for why All that we have is but deaths livery 475 On his Mrs. death Unjustly we complain of fate For short'ning our unhappy dayes When death doth nothing but translate And print â—s in a better phrase Yet who can choose but weep not I That beautie of such excellence And more vertue then could dy By deaths rude hand is ravish'd hence Sleepe
trusteth 729. He that will not have peace God gives him warre 730. To him that will waies are not wanting 731. To a great night a great Lanthorne 732. To a child all weather is cold 733. Where there is peace God is 734. None is so wise but the foole overtakes him 735. Fooles give to please all but their owne 736. Prosperity le ts goe the bridle 737. The Frier preached against stealing and had a goose in his sleeve 738. To be too busie gets contempt 739. February makes a bridge and March breakes it 740. A horse stumbles that hath foure legges 741. The best smell is bread the best savour salt the best love that of children 742. That 's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house 743. The market is the best garden 744. The first dish pleaseth all 745. The higher the Ape goes the more he shewes his taile 746. Night is the mother of Councels 747. Gods Mill grinds slow but sure 748. Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest 749. Drought never brought dearth 750. All complaine 751. Gamsters and race-horses never last long 752. It 's a poore sport that 's nor worth the candle 753. He that is fallen cannot helpe him that is downe 754. Every one is witty for his owne purpose 755. A little lett lets an ill workeman 756. Good workemen are seldome rich 757. By doing nothing we learne to do ill 758. A great dowry is a bed full of brables 759. No profit to honour no honour to Religion 760. Every sin brings it's punishment with it 761. Of him that speakes ill consider the life more then the words 762. You cannot hide an eele in a sacke 763. Give not S. Peter so much to leave Saint Paul nothing 764. You cannot flea a stone 765. The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly 766. A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt 767. Better speake truth rudely then lye covertly 768. He that feares leaves let him not goe into the wood 769 One foote is better then two crutches 770. Better suffer ill then doe ill 771. Neither praise nor dispraise thy selfe thy actions serve the turne 772. Soft and faire goes farre 773. The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues a Deity 774. Praise none to much for all are fickle 775. It 's absurd to warme one in his armour 776. Law sutes consume time and mony and rest and friends 777. Nature drawes more then ten teemes 778. Hee that hath a wife and children wants not businesse 780. A shippe and a woman are ever repairing 781. He that feares death lives not 782. He that pitties another remembers himselfe 783. He that doth what he should not shall feele what he would not 784. Hee that marries for wealth sells his liberty 785. He that once hitts is ever bending 786. He that serves must serve 787. He that lends gives 788. He that preacheth giveth almes 789. He that cockers his child provides for his enemie 790. A pittifull looke askes enough 791. Who will sell the Cow must say the word 792. Service is no Inheritance 793. The faulty stands on his guard 794. A kinsman a friend or whom you intreate take not to serve you if you will be served neately 795. At Court every one for himselfe 796. To a crafty man a crafty and an halfe 797. Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle 798. He that serves well needes not ask his wages 799 Faire language grates not the tongue 800. A good heart cannot lye 801. Good swimmers at length are drowned 802 Good land evill way 803. In doing we learne 804. It 's good walking with a horse in ones hand 805. God and Parents and our Master can never be requited 806. An ill deede cannot bring honour 807. A small heart hath small desires 808. All are not merry that dance lightly 809. Curtesie on one side only lasts not long 810. Wine-Counsels seldome prosper 811. Weening is not measure 812. The best of the sport is to doe the deede and say nothing 813. If thou thy selfe canst doe it attend no others helpe or hand 814. Of a little thing a little displeaseth 815 He warmes too neere that burnes 816. God keepe me from foure houses an Vsurers a Taverne a Spittle and a Prison 817. In hundred elles of contention there is not an inch of love 818. Doe what thou oughtest and come what come can 819. Hunger makes dinners pastime suppers 820. In a long journey straw waighs 821. Women laugh when they can and weepe when they will 822. Warre is deaths feast 823. Set good against evill 824. Hee that brings good newes knockes hard 825. Beate the dog before the Lyon 826. Hast comes not alone 827. You must loose a flie to catch a trout 828. Better a snotty child then his nose wip'd off 829. No prison is faire not love foule 830. Hee is not free that drawes his chaine 831. Hee goes not out of his way that goes to a good Inne 833. There come nought out of the sacke but what was there 834. A little given seasonably excuses a great gift 835. Hee lookes not well to himselfe that lookes not ever 836. He thinkes not well that thinkes not againe 837. Religion Credit and the Eye are not to be touched 838. The tongue is not steele yet it cuts 839. A white wall is the paper of a foole 840. They talke of Christmas so long that it comes 841. That is gold which is worth gold 842. It 's good tying the sack before it be full 843. Words are women deedes are men 844. Poverty is no sinne 845. A stone in a well is not lost 846. He can give little to his servant that lickes his knife 847. Promising is the eve of giving 848. Hee that keepes his owne makes warre 849. The Wolfe must dye in his owne skinne 850. Goods are theirs that enjoy them 851. He that sends a foole expects one 852. He that can stay obtaines 853. Hee that gaines well and spends well needes no count booke 854. He that endures is not overcome 855. He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer 856. He that talkes much of his happinesse summons griefe 857 Hee that loves the tree loves the branch 858. Who hastens a glutton choakes him 859. Who praiseth Saint Peter doth not blame Saint Paul 860. He that hath not the craft let him shut up shop 861. He that knowes nothing doubts nothing 862. Greene wood makes a hott fire 863. He that marries late marries ill 864. He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy 865. The Rich knowes not who is his friend 866. A morning sunne and a wine-bred child and a latin-bred woman seldome end well 867. To a close shorne sheepe God gives wind by measure 868 A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold. 869. A poore mans Cow dies rich mans child 870. The Cow knowes not what her taile is worth till she have lost it 871. Chuse a horse made and a