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A11119
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Humors looking glasse; Humors antique faces. Selections
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?; Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630? Letting of humors blood in the head-vaine. Selections. aut
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1608
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STC 21386; ESTC S110737
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HVMORS LOOKING Glasse LONDON Imprinted by Ed. Allde for VVilliam Ferebrand and are to be sold at his Shop in the popes-head Pallace right ouer against the Tauerne-dore 1608. To his verie Louing Friend-Master George Lee. ESteemed friend I pray thee take it kinde That outward action beares an inward minde What obiects heere these papers do deliuer Bestow the viewing of them for the giuer I make thee a partaker of strange sights Drawne antique works of humours vaine delights A mirrour of the mad conceited shapes Of this our ages giddy-headed apes These fash'on mongers selfe besotted men Of kindred to the fowle that wore my pen Are at an howers warning to appeare And muster in sixe sheetes of Paper heere And this is all at this time I bestow To euidence a greater loue I owe. Yours SAMVEL ROWLANDS Reader AS many antique faces passe From Barbers chaire vnto his glasse There to behold their kinde of trim And how they are reform'd by him Or at Exchang where Marchants greete Confusion of the tongues do meete As English French Italian Dutch Spanish and Scot'sh with diuers such So from the Presse these papers come To show the humorous shapes of some Heere are such faces good and bad As in a Barbers shop are had And heere are tongues of diuers kindes According to the speakers mindes Beholde their fashions heare their voice And let discretion make thy choice SAMVELL ROWLANDS Epigram SOme man that to contention is inclin'de With any thing he sees a fault wil finde As that is not so good the same 's amisse I haue no great affection vnto this Now I protest I doe not like the same This must be mended that deserueth blame It were farre better such a thing were out This is obscure and that 's as full of doubt And much adoe and many words are spent In finding out the path that humours went And for direction to that Idle way Onely a busie tongue bears all the sway The dish that Aesope did commend for best Is now a daies in wonderfull request But if you finde fault on a certaine ground Wee le fall to mending when the fault is found Epigram PRa'y by your leaue make mouÌ„sieur humors roome That oft hath walk'd about Duke Humphries tombe And sat amongst the Knights to see a play And gone in 's suite of Sattin eu'ry day And had his hat display abushie plume And 's verie beard deliuer forth perfume But when was this'aske Frier Bacons head That answered Time is past O time is fled Sattin and silke was pawned long agoe And now in canuase no knight can him knowe His former state in darke obliuion steepes Onely Paules Gallarie that walke he keepes Epigram CRosse not my humor with an ill plac'd worde For if thou doest behold my fatall sworde Do'st see my countenance begin looke red Let that fore tell ther 's furie in my hed A little discontent will quickely heate it Touch not my stake thou wert as good to eate it These damned dice how cursed they deuoure I lost some halfe score pound in halfe an houre A bowle of wine sirha you villaine fill Who drawes it Rascall call me hether Will. You Rogue what ha'st to Supper for my dyet Tel'st me of Butchers meate knaue I defie it I le haue a banquet to enuite an Earle A Phoenix boyld in broth distil'd in Pearle Holde drie this lease a candle quickly bring I le take one pipe to bed none other thing Thus with Tabacco he will sup to night Flesh-meate is heauie and his purse is light Epigram TWo Gentlemen of hot and fierie sprite Tooke boate and went vp Westward to goe fight Imbarked both for Wens-worth they set saile And there ariuing with a happie gaile The Water-men discharged for their fare Then to be parted thus their mindes declare Pray Ores said they stay heere and come not nie We goe to fight a little but heere by The Water-men with staues did follow then And cryd oh holde your hands good Gentlemen You know the danger of the law forbeare So they put weapons vp and fell to sweare Epigram ONe of these Cuccold-making Queanes did graft her husbands head who arm'd with anger steele and horne would kill him stain'd his bed And challeng'd him vnto the field Vowing to haue his life Where being met sirha quoth he I doe suspect my Wife Is scarce so honest as she should You make of her some vse Indeed said he I loue her well I le frame no false excuse O! d' ye confesse by heauens quoth he Had'st thou dem'de thy guilt This blade had gone into thy guts Euen to the verie Hilt Epigram OCeasion late was ministred for one to trie his friend Ten pounds he did intreat him y t of all loue he would His case was an accursed case no comfort to be found leÌ„d Vnles he friendly drew his purse blest him with teÌ„ pouÌ„d He did protest he had it not making a solemne vow He waÌ„ted means money both to do him pleasure now TheÌ„ sir quoth he you know I haue a Gelding I loue wel Necessitie it hath no law I must my Gelding sell I haue bin offered twelue for him with ten I le be coÌ„tent Well I will trie a friend said he it was his chest he ment So fectch'd the money presently tother sees Angels shine Now God amercy horse quoth he thy credit 's more then mine Epigram DIce diuing deepe into a Ruffians purse Leauing it nothing worth but strings and leather He presently did fall to sweare and curse That 's life and money he would loose together Tooke of his hat and swore let me but see What Rogue dares say this same is blacke to me Another lost and he did money lacke And thus his furie in a heate reuiues Where is that Rogue denies his hat is blacke I le fight with him had he ten thousand liues Oh sir quoth he in troth you come too late Choller is past my anger 's out of date Epigram A Kinde of London-walker in a boote Not George a Horse-backe but a Gerge a foote On eu'ry day you meete him through the yeare Fot's bootes and spurs a horse-man doth appeare Was met with by an odde conceited stranger Wâ—â— friendly told him that he walk'd in danger For Sir in kindenes no way to offend you There is a warrant foorth to apprehend you Th' offence they say you riding through thee streete Haue kil'd a Childe vnder your Horses feete Sir I protest quoth he they doe me wrong I haue not back'd a horse God knows how long What slaues be these they haue me false bely'd I le prooue this twelue-month I did neuer ride Epigram VVHat feather'd fowle is this that doth approach As if it were an Estredge in a Coach Three yards of feather round about her hat And in her hand a bable like to that As full of Birdes attire as Owle or Goose And like vnto her gowne her selfe seemes loose Cri ' ye mercie Ladie lewdnes are