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The lettin[g] of humours blood in the head-vaine with a new morissco, daunced by seauen satyres, vpon the bottome of Diog[e?]nes tubbe.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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some Purse to nip EPIG 8. Sir gall-Iade is a Horse man e'ry day His Bootes and Spurres and Legges do neuer part He rides a horse as passing cleane away As any that goes Tyburne-warde by cart Yet honestly he payes for hacknyes hyer But hang them Iades he sell's them when they tire He liues not like Diogines on Rootes But proues a Mince-pie guest vnto his Host He scornes to walke in Paules without his Bootes And scores his diet on the Vitlers post And when he knowes not where to haue his dinner He fastes and sweares A glutton is a sinner EPIG 9. Drudo This Gentleman hath serued long in Fraunce And is returned filthy full of French In single combat being hurt by chaunce As he was closely foyling at a Wench Yet hot alarmes he hath endur'd good store But neuer in like pockie heate before He had no sooner drawne and ventred ny-her Intending only but to haue about When she his Flaske and Touch-boxe set on fier And till this hower the burning is not out Iudge was not valour in this Martiall wight That with a spit-fir Serpent so durst fight EPIG 10. In Meritricem FAyth Gentleman you moue me to offence In comming to me with vnchast pretence Haue I the lookes of a lasciuious Dame That you should deeme me fit for wantons game I am not she will take lustes sinne vpon her He rather die then dimme chast glorious honor Tempt not mine eares an grace of Christ I meane To keepe my honest reputation cleane My hearing lets no such lewd sound come in My senses loath to surfet on sweet sinne Reuerse your minde that goes from grace astray And God forgiue you with my hart I pray The Gallant notes her words obserues her frowns Then drawes his purse lets her view his crowns Vowing that if her kindnes graunt him pleasure She shall be Mistris to command his treasure The stormes are calm'd the gust is ouer-blowne And she replies with Yours or not her owne Desiring him to censure for the best T wa's but her tricke to try if men do iest Her loue is lock'd where he may picke the trunck Let Singer iudge if this be not a puncke EPIG 11. Pollitique Peeter meetes his friend a shore That came from Seas but newly tother day And giues him French embracements by the score Then folowes Dicke Hast made good voyage say But hearing Richards shares be poore and sicke Peeter ha's haste and cannot drinke with Dicke Well then he meetes an other Caualeere Whom he salutes about the Knees and Thighes welcome sweet Iames now by the Lord what cheere Ne're better Peeter We haue got rich prize Come come sayes Peeter eu'en a welcome quart For by my fayth wee le drinke before wee part Or thus Fayth-we must drinke that 's flat before we part EPIG 12. Fine Phillip comes vnto the Barbers shopp Wheer 's nittie lockes must suffer reformation The Chayre and Cushion entertaine his sloppe The Barber craues to know his worships fashion His will is shauen for his beard is thin It was so lately banish'd from his chinne But shauing oft will helpe it he doth hope And therefore for the smooth-face cut he calles Then fie these cloathes are washt with common sope Why dost thou vse such ordinary balles I scorne this common trimming like a Boore Yet with his hart he loues a common whoore EPIG 13. Signieur Fantasticke I scorne to meete an enemie in fielde Except he be a Souldier by this light I likewise scorne my reason for to yeelde Yea further I do well nigh scorne to fight Moreouer I do scorne to be so vaine To draw my Rapier and put vp againe I eke do scorne to walke without my man Yea and I scorne good morrow and good deane I also scorne to touch an Ale-house cann Thereto I scorne an ordinarie Queane Thus doth he scorne disdainfull proude and grim All but the Foole onely he scornes not him EPIG 14. Some do account it golden lucke They may be Widdow-sped for mucke Boyes on whose chinnes no downe appeares Marry olde Croanes of threescore yeares But they are fooles to Widdowes cleaue Let them take that which Maydes do leaue EPIG 15. Amorous Austin spendes much Balletting In rimeing Letters and loue Sonnetting She that loues him his Ynckehorne shall be paint her And with all Uenus tytles hee 'le acquaint her Vowing she is a perfect Angell right When she by waight is many graines too light Nay all that do but touch her with the stone Will be depos'd that Angell she is none How can he proue her for an Angell them That proues her selfe a Diuell tempting men And draweth many to the fierie pit Where they are burned for their en'tring it I know no cause wherefore he tearmes her so Vnlesse he meanes shee 's one of them below Where Lucifer chiefe Prince doth domineere If she be such then good my hartes stand cleere Come not within the compasse of her flight For such as do are haunted with a spright This Angell is not noted by her winges But by her tayle as full of prickes and stinges And know this lustblind Louer 's vaine is led To prayse his Diuell in an Angels sted EPIG 16. Gallus will haus no Barbour prune his beard Yet is his chin cleane shauen and vnh'ear'd How comes he trimmed you may aske me than His Wenches do it with their warming-pan EPIG 17. When Caualero Rake-hell is to rise Out of his bed he capers light and heddy Then wounds he sweares you arant whore he cries Why what 's the cause that breakfast is not reddy Can men feede like Camelions on the ayre This is the manner of his morning prayer Well he sweares on vntill his breakfast comes And then with teeth he falles to worke a pace Leauing his boy a banquet all of crummes Dispatch you Roague my Rapier that 's his grace So foorth he walkes his stomacke must goe shift To dine and suppe abroad by deed of guift EPIG 18. A wofull exclamation late I heard Wherewith Tabacco takers may be feard One at the poynt with pipe and leafe to part Did vow Tabacco worse then death's blacke dart And prou'd it thus You know quoth he my friends Death onely stabbes the hart and so life endes But this same poyson steeped India weede In head hart lunges doth soote copwebs breede With that he gasp'd and breath'd out such a smoke That all the standers by were like to choke EPIG 19. Cacus would gladly drinke but wants his purse Nay wanteth money which is ten times worse For as he vowes himselfe he hath not seene In three dayes space the picture of the Queene Yet if he meete a friend neare Tauerne signe Straight he intreates him take a pint of Wine For he will giue it that he will no nay What will he giue the other leaue to pay He calleth Boy fill vs the tother quart I will bestow it euen with all my hart Then doth he diue into his sloppes profound Where not