The Frontespeice discovered.  
This spreading Vine, like these choice Leaves invites  
The Courteous eye to taste her choice Delights.  
These painful Bees, presented to thy view,  
Shows th'Author works not for himself, but you.  
The windy Music, that salutes thine eye,  
Bespeaks thine Ear, thy judgement standing by.  
The Devious Horseman, wand'ring in this Maze,  
Shows Error, and her execrable ways:  
Whose brazen Insolence, and boldness urges  
The hornefoot Satyrs to their angry Scourges:  
And he that Draws his Sword against the Swarm  
Of Wasps, is he, that lashed, begins to storm.   

WITS RECREATIONS Selected from the finest Fancies of Modern Muses.  
WITH A Thousand out Landish Proverbs.  
London. Printed for Humph: Blunden at the Castle in Cornhill 1640.   

The Stationer to the Reader.  
IF new or old wit please the reader best,  
I've hope each man of wit will be our guest,  
The new was framed to humour some men's taste;  
Which if they like not, they may carve the last:  
Each dish hath sauce belongs to't, and you will  
By your dislike, censure the Author's skill;  
Yet if you cannot speak well of it, spare  
To utter your dislike, that the like snare  
May entrap others; so the book may be  
Sold, though not liked, by a neat fallacy:  
That's all I ask yet'twill your goodness raise,  
If as I gain your coin, he may your praise.   

Wit's Recreations.  

1 To the Reader.  
EXcuse me Reader though I now and than  
In some light lines do show myself a man,  
Nor be so sour, some wanton words to blame  
They are the language of an Epigram.   

2 On Battus  
Battus doth brag he hath a world of books  
His studies maw holds more than well it may,  
But seld ' or never he upon them looks  
And yet he looks upon them every day,  
He looks upon their outside, but within  
He never looks, nor never will begin:  
Because it clean against his nature goes  
To know men's secrets, so he keeps them close.   

3 On the same  
I pray thee Battus, add unto thy store  
This book of mine to make thy number more;  
It is well bound, well printed, neatly strung,  
And doth deserve to have a place among  
Th'inhabitants of thy Vatican, if thou  
Wilt so much favour to its worth allow.   

4. An evil age.  
Virgil of Mars and ruthful wars did treat,  
Ovid of Venus' love, and peace did write:  
Yet Virgil for his strain was counted great,  
And Ovid for his love was banished quite;  
No marvel then if courtesy grow cold,  
When hare is praised and love itself controlled.   

5 On a woman's will.  
How dearly doth the simple husband buy,  
His wives' defect of will, when she doth die?  
Bett●r in death by will to let her give,  
Then let her have her will whilst she doth live.   

6. To a 〈◊〉 ●eader.  
Thou sayest these verses are rude, ragged, rough,  
Not like some others, ●imes smooth dainty stuff:  
Epigrams are like satires rough without,  
Like chessenuts sweet, take thou the kernel out.   

7 Of a judge.  
Were I to choose a Captain I would than,  
Not choose your courtier or a youthful man,  
No, I would choose a judge, one grim and grave;  
To make a Captain such a man I'd crave:  
Give me that man, whose frowning brow is death,  
I, such an one, as can kill men with breath.   

8 Of Poet's.  
Poetus with fine sonnets painteth forth,  
This and that soul Lady's beauties worth:  
He shows small wit thereby, and for his pains,  
By my consent he never shall reap gains,  
Why what need poets paint them? O sweet Elves?  
When Ladies paint their beauty's best themselves.   

9 On an upstart.  
Pray wrong not (late-coyned) give the man his right  
He's made a gentleman although no knight,  
For now 'tis clothes the gentleman doth make,  
Men from gay clothes their pedigrees do take;  
But wot you what's the arms to such men's house?  
Why this— hands chasing of a rampant louse.   

10 Ad Clodium.  
Wir, once thou saidst was worth thy weight in gold  
Though nowed be common for a trifle sold;  
It dearer seems to thee, that gettest not any,  
When thou shouldst use it, for thy love or money   

11 In Getam.  
Geta from wool and weaving first began,  
Swelling and swelling to a gentleman,  
When he was gentleman and bravely dight:  
He left not swelling till he was a knight;  
At last forgetting what he was at first,  
He swelled to be a Lord, and then he burst.   

12 In Fimum.  
Fimus is coached and for his farther grace,  
Doth a ske his friends how he becomes the place;  
Troth I should tell him, the poor coach hath wrong  
And that a cart would serve to carry dung.   

13 Asper●m nimis condimentum.  
Monsieur Albanus new invested is,  
With sundry suits and fashions passing fit,  
But never any came so near as this,  
For joy whereof Albanus frollique is:  
Until the Tailor's bill of solvi fias,  
Diverts his humour to another bias.   

14 Gender and number.  
Singular sins and plural we commit;  
And we in every gender vary it.   

15 Atheists pastimes.  
Grammarians talk of times past and hereafter:  
I spend time present in pastime and laughter.   

16 To Sr. john Suckling.  
If learning will beseem a Courtier well,  
If honour wait on those who dare excel,  
Then let not Poets envy but admire,  
The eager flames of thy poetic fire;  
For whilst the world loves wit, Aglaura shall,  
Phoenixlike live after her funeral.   

17 On a braggadocio.  
Don Lollus brags, he comes of noble blood,  
Drawn down from Brutus' line; 'tis very good!  
If this praiseworthy be, each flea may then,  
Boast of his blood more than some gentlemen.   

18 To Mr. George Sands.  
Sweet-tongued Ovid, though strange tales ●e told,  
Which gods and men did act in days of old,  
What various shapes for love sometimes they took;  
To purchase what they aimed at: could he look,  
But back upon himself he would admire,  
The sumptuous bravery of that rich attire;  
Which Sands hath clad him with, & then place this  
His change amongst their Metamorphosis.   

19 To Mr. William Habbington on his Castara, a Poem.  
Thy Muse is chaste and thy Castara too,  
'T strange at Court, & thou hadst power to woe  
And to obtain (what others were denied)  
The fair Castara for thy virtuous bride:  
Enjoy what you dare wish, and may there be,  
Fair issues branch from both, to honour thee.   

20 To Mr. Francis Beaumond and Mr. john Fletcher gent.  
Twin-stars of poetry, whom we justly may,  
Call the two-tops of learned Pernassus-Bay,  
Peerless for friendship and for numbers sweet;  
Whom oft the Muses swaddled in one sheet:  
Your works shall still be praised and dearer sold,  
For our new-nothings do extol your old.   

21 On apump stopped with stones.  M. 
I'll cut it down, I swear by this same hand,  
If 'twill not run, it shall no longer stand.  R. 
Pray sir be patient, let your pump alone,  
How can it water-make when't hath the stone.  
Yet did he wisely when he did it fell,  
For in so doing he did make it well.   

22 To Mr. Benjamin johnson.  
Had Rome but heard her worthies speak so high,  
As thou hast taught them in thy Poesy;  
She would have sent her poets to obtain,  
(Tutoured by thee) thy most majestic strain.   

23. In Aulam.  
Thou still art mutring Aulus in mine ear,  
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 Homer's works into English meeter.  
Thou Ghost of Homer 'twere no fault to call,  
His the translation thine the Original,  
Did we not know 'twas done by thee so well;  
Thou makest Homer, Homer's self excel.   

25 To Mr. William Shakespeare.  
Shakespeare we must be silent in thy praise,  
'Cause our encomion's will but blast thy Bays,  
Which envy could not, that thou didst do well;  
Let thine own histories prove thy Chronicle.   

26 Ad Tilenum.  
Tilenus 'cause thouart old, fly not the field,  
Where youthful Cupid doth his banner wield  
For why● this god, old men his soldiers styled  
None loves, but he, who hath been 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 years 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 covered so.   

29 Of sleep and death.  
That death is but a sleep I not deny  
Yet when I next would sleep, I would not die.   

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 sayest our verses are but toys,  
'tis true, yet truth is often spoken by boys.   

32 On Thraso.  
Thraso goes lame with a blow he did receive,  
In a late duel, if you'll him believe.   

33 News.  
When news doth come if any would discuss,  
The letters of the word, resolve it thus:  
News is conveyed by letter, word or mouth  
And comes to us, from north, east, west and sout●   

34 Of Ru●us.  
Rufus had robbed his host and being put to it;  
Said I'm an arrar●t rogue, if I did do it.   

35 Of Marcus.  
When Marcus failed a borrowed sum to pay,  
Unto his friend at the appointed day:  
'Twere superstition for a man he says,  
To be a strict observer of set days.   

36 Of a thief.  
A thief arrested and in custody,  
Under strong guards of armed company,  
Asked why they held him so? Sir quoth the chief▪  
We hold you for none other than a thief.   

37 Of motion.  
Motion brings heat, and thus we see it proved  
Most men are hot and angry, when they're moved   

38 Admetus Scriptorem.  
Half of your book is to an index grown,  
You give your book contents, your reader none.   

39 Domina Margarita Sandis: Anagramma.  
Anne domi das Margarit as?  
Why do we seek & sail abroad to find,  
Those pearls which do adorn the female-kind,  
Within our seas there comes unto our hands,  
A matchless Margaryte among the Sands.   

40 Man.  
Man's like the earth, his hair like grass is grown,  
His veins the rivers are, his heart the stone.   

41 Vita via.  
Well may man's life be likened to a way,  
Many be weary of their life they will say.   

42 To Mr. Thomas May.  
Thou son of Mercury whose fluent tongue  
Made Lucan finish his Pharsalian song,  
Thy fame is equal, 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 feigned tears distil.   

44 On Sextus.  
Sextus doth wish his wife in heaven were  
Where can she have more happiness than there.   

45 To Mr. George Wythers.  
thoust whipped our vices shrewdly and we may,  
Think on thy scourge until our dying-day:  
Th'▪ hast given us a Remembrancer which shall,  
Outlast the vices we are taxed withal,  
Th●'ha●t made us both eternal, for our shame  
Shall never wither, whilst thou hast a name.   

46 On a Drawer drunk.  
Drawer with thee now even is thy wine,  
For thou hast pierced his hogshead and he thine.   

47 Upon the weights of a clock.  
I wonder time's so swift, when as I see,  
Upon her heels, such lumps of lead to be.   

48 To Mr. Thomas Middleton.  
Facetious Middleton thy witty Muse,  
Hath pleased all, that books or men peruse  
If any thee despise, he doth but show,  
Antipathy to wit, in daring so:  
Thy fams above his malice and 'twilbe,  
Dispraise enough for him, to censure thee.   

49 On Cyn●●.  
Because, I am not of a Giant's stature,  
Despise me not, nor praise thy liberal nature,  
For thy huge limbs, that you are great 'tis true,  
And that I'm little in respect of you,  
The reason of our growths is easily had,  
You many had perchance, I but one Dad.   

50 To Mr. james Shirley on his Comedy viz. the young Admiral.  
How all our votes are for thee (Shirly) come  
Conduct our troops, strike up Apollo's drum,  
We wait upon thy summons and do all,  
Intent to choose thee our young Admiral:   

51 On Alastrus.  
Alastrus hath nor coin, nor spirit nor wit,  
I think he's only then for Bedlam fit.   

52 On Macer.  
You call my verses toys th' are so 'tis true,  
Yet they are better, than aught 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 honoured in their Legates so.   

54 On Celsus.  
Celsus doth love himself, Celsus is wise,  
For now no rival ere can claim his prize.   

55 On Candidus.  
When I am sick not else thou comest to see me:  
Wailed fortune from both torments still would free me.   

56 To Mr. john Ford.  
If e'er the Muses did admire that well,  
Of Helicon 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 for●  
Ah no! thou art mistaken Paulus, know  
Dwarves still as pages unto giants go.   

58 To Mr. Thomas Heywood.  
Thou hast writ much and art admired by those,  
Who love the easy ambling of thy prose;  
But yet thy pleasingst flight, was somewhat high  
When thou didst touch the angel's hierarchy:  
Fly that way still it will become thy age,  
And better please then grovelling on the stage.   

59 On a cowardly Soldier.  
Strotzo doth wear no ring upon his hand,  
although he be a man of great command;  
But gilded spurs do jingle at his heels  
Whose rowels are as big as some coach-wheels,  
He graced them well, for in the Netherlands,  
His heels d●d him more service than his hands.   

60 To Mr. Thomas Goffe. on his tragedies.  
When first I heard the Turkish Emperors speak,  
In such a dialect, and O●estes break  
His silence in such language, I admired  
What powerful favourite of the Nymphs inspired  
Into their Souls such utterance, but I wrong,  
To think 'twas learned from any but thy tongue.   

61 On Cornuto.  
Cornuto is not jealous of his wife,  
Nor e'er mistrust's her too lascivious life,  
Ask him the reason why he doth forbear,  
he'll answer strait, it cometh with a fear.   

62 On a Shrew.  
A froward shrew being blamed because she showed,  
Not so much reverence as by right she owed  
Unto her husband, she replied he might  
Forbear complaint of me, I do him right▪  
His will is mine, he would bear rule, and I  
Desire the like, only in sympathy.   

63 On a youth married to an old woman.  
Fond youth I wonder why thou didst intend  
To marry her who is so near her end,  
Thy fortune I dare tell, perchance thou'lt have  
At supper dainties; but in bed a grave.   

64 On a dying Usurer.  
With greater grief non doth death entertain,  
Then wretched Chrysalus, he sighs a main,  
Not that he dies, but 'cause much cost is spent  
Upon the Sexton and his regiment  
The jovial ringers, and the Curate must  
Have his fee too, when dust is turned to dust,  
And which is greater than the former sum,  
he'll pay an angel for a Moor-stone-tomb.   

65 On a fly in a glass.  
A fly out of his glass a guest did take,  
ere with the liquor he his thirst would slake,  
When he had drunk his fill, again the fly  
Into the glass he put, and said though I  
Love not flies in my drink, yet others may,  
Whose humour I nor like, nor will gainsay.   

66 On Collimus.  
If that Collimus any thing do lend,  
Or dog, or horse, or hawk unto his friend,  
He to endear the borrowers love the more,  
Saith he ne'er lent it any one before,  
Nor would to any but to him: his wife  
Having observed these speeches all her life,  
Behind him forks her fingers and doth cry:  
To none but you, I'd do this courtesy.   

67 Aurisacra fames-qui● non?  
A smoothfaced youth was wedded to an old,  
Decrepit shrew, such is the power of gold:  
That love did tie this knot, the end will prove,  
The love of money not the god of love.   

68 On Sextus.  
What great revenues Sextus doth possess,  
When as his sums of gold are numberless,  
What cannot Sextus have? I wonder then,  
Sextus can't live as well as other men.   

69 Good wits jump.  
Against a post a scholar chanced to strike,  
At unawares his head, like will to like:  
Good wits will jump (quoth he) if that be true  
The title of a blockhead is his due.   

70 On women's Masks.  
It seems that Masks do women much disgrace,  
Sith when they wear them they do hide their face.   

71 On Lepidus and his wife.  
Lepidus married somewhile to a shrew,  
She sick'ned, he in jesting wise to show  
How glad her death would make him; said sweetheart  
I pray you e'er you sing loath to depart  
Tell who shall be my second wife, and I  
After your death will wed her instantly,  
She somewhat vexed hereat, straightway replied  
Then let grim Pluto's daughter be your bride.  
He answered wife I would your will obey,  
But that our laws my willingness gainsay:  
For he who Pluto's sister takes to wife,  
Cannot his daughter too upon my life.   

72 Upon a pair of Tongues.  
The burnt child dreads the fire; if this be true,  
Who first invented tongs its fury knew.   

73 On Celsus his works.  
Celsus to please himself, a book hath writ:  
It seems so, for there's few that buyeth it.  
He is no popular man it thereby seems;  
Sith men condemn, what he praise worthy deems,  
Yet this his wisdom and his book prefer,  
Dispraised by all, they think both singular.   

74 The Devil and the Friar.  
The Devil was once deceived by a friar,  
Who though he sold his soul cheated the buyer,  
The devil was promised if he would supply,  
The Friar with coin at his necessity,  
When all the debts he owed discharged were quite,  
The Devil should have his soul as his by right,  
The Devil defrayed all scores, paid all, at last,  
Demanded for his due, his soul in haste:  
The Friar returned this answer, if I owe  
You any debts at all, than you must know,  
I am indebted still, if nothing be  
Due unto you, why do you trouble me?   

75 To Phillis.  
Ask me not Phillis why I do refuse  
To kiss thee as the most of gallants use,  
For seeing oft thy dog to fawn and skip  
Upon thy lap and joining lip to lip,  
Although thy kisses I full fain would crave;  
Yet would I not thy dog my rival have.   

76 Of Charidem●s.  
Although thy neighbour have a handsome horse,  
Matchless for comely shape, for hue and course  
And though thy wife thou knowest ill-shapen ●e,  
Yet Charidemus praises mightily,  
His ugly wife and doth the horse dispraise:  
How subtly the fox his engine lays,  
For he desires his neighbour's horse to buy,  
And sell his wife to any willingly.   

77 Of Clitus.  
Clitus the barber doth occasion fly,  
Because 'tis bald and he gains nought thereby.   

78 On Balbus.  
Balbus a verse on Venus, boy doth scan,  
But ere 'twas finished Cupid's grown a man.   

79 On Comptulus.  
I wondered Comptulus, how thy long hair  
In comely curls could show so debonair  
And every hair in order be, when as  
Thou couldst not trim it by a lookingglass,  
Nor any barber did thy tresses pleat,  
'Tis strange; but Monsieur I conceive the feat  
When you your hair do comb, you off it take  
And order 't as you please for fashion's sake.   

80 On Gellius.  
In building of his house, Gellius hath spent  
All his revenues and his ancient rent,  
Ask not a reason why Gellius is poor.  
His great house hath turned him out of door.   

81 To Ponticus.  
At suppertime will Poutus visit me,  
I'd rather have his room then company;  
But if him▪ from me I can no ways fright,  
I'd have him visit me each fasting night.   

82 On a Pot-poet.  
What lofty verses Caelus writes? it is,  
But when his head with wine oppressed is,  
So when great drops of rain fall from the skies  
In standing pools, huge bubbles will arise.   

83 On Onellus.  
Thou never supp'st abroad, Onellus, true;  
For at my home I'm sure to meet with you.   

84 On Wine.  
What? must we then on muddy tap-lash swill,  
Neglecting sack? which makes the poet's quill  
To thunder forth high raptures, such as when  
Sweet-tongued Ovid erst with his smooth pen,  
In flourishing Rome did write; frown god of win●  
To see how most men disesteem thy Vines.   

85 On beer.  
Is no juice pleasing but the grapes? is none,  
So much beloved? doth perfection,  
Only conjoin in wine? or doth the well  
Of Aganippe with this liquor swell,  
That Poets thus affect it? shall we crown,  
A mere exotique? and contemn our own,  
Our native liquor? haunt who list the grape,  
He more esteem our Oat, whose reed shall make,  
An instrument to warble forth her praise,  
Which shall survive until the date of days,  
And eke invoke some potent power divine,  
To patronise her worth above the vine.   

86 On a vaunting Poetaster.  
Caecilius boasts his verses worthy be,  
To be engraven on a Cypress tree,  
A Cypress wreath befits 'em well; 'tis true,  
For they are near their death, and crave but due.   

87 On Philos.  
If Philos, none but those are dead, do praise,  
I would I might displease him all his days.   

88 On a valiant Soldier.  
A Spanish Soldier in the Indian war,  
Who oft came off with honour and some scar,  
After a tedious battle, when they were  
Enforced for want of bullets to forbear,  
Farther to encounter, which the Savage Moor  
Perceiving, scoffed, and nearer than before,  
Approached the Christian host, the soldier grie●  
To be out braved, yet could not be relieved  
Beyond all patience vexed, he said although  
I bullets want, myself will wound the foe;  
Then from his mouth, took he a tooth and sent,  
A fatal message to their regiment,  
What arms will fury steed men with, when we.  
Can from ourselves have such artillery;  
Samson thy jawbone can no trophy rear  
Equal to his, who made his tooth his spear.   

89 On Aurispa.  
Why doth the world repute Aurispa learned?  
Because she gives men what they never earned.   

90 On Paulus.  
Those verses which thou mad'st I did condemn,  
Nor did I censure thee in censuring them,  
Thou mad'st them, but sigh them in print I see,  
They must the peoples not the authors be.   

91 On Alexander the great.  
If Alexander thought the world but small  
Because his conquering hand subdued it all,  
He should not then have styled himself the great,  
An Infant's stool can be no giants seat.   

92 On a virtuous talker.  
If virtue's always in thy mouth, how can  
It ere have time to reach thy heart fond man?   

93 On a landscape in the lid of his Mrs. Virginals.  
Behold Don Phoebus in yond shady grove,  
On his sweet harp plays Roundelays of love,  
Mark how the fatyr grim Marsyas plays  
On his rude pipe, hi● merry-harmlesse lays,  
Mark how the swains attentively admire,  
Both to the sound of pipe and tang of lyre;  
But if you on these Virginals will play,  
They both will cast their instruments away,  
And deeming it the musique of the Spheres  
Admire your music as the swains do theirs   

94 Upon pigs devouring a bed of pennyroyal commonly called Organs.  
A good wife once a bed of Organs set,  
The pigs came in and eat up every whit,  
The goodman said wife you your garden may  
Hogs Norton call, here pigs on Organs play.   

95 On a fortune-teller.  
The influence of the stars are known to thee,  
By whom thou canst each future fortune see  
Yet, sith thy wife doth thee a cuckold make,  
'Tis strange they do not that to thee partake.   

96 On sore eyes.  
Fuscus was counselled if he would preserve,  
His eyes in perfect sight drinking to swerve;  
But he replied ' 'tis better that I should  
Lose them, then keep them for the worms as food   

97 On a gallant.  
A glittering gallant, from a prancing steed,  
Alighting down, desired a boy with speed  
To hold his horse a while, he made reply,  
Can one man hold him fast? 'twas answered I,  
If then one man can hold him sir, you may  
Do it yourself, quoth he, and slunk away.   

98 On an inevitable Cuckold.  
Two wives th' hast buried and another wed,  
Yet neither of the three chaste to thy bed,  
Wherefore thou blamest not only them, but all  
Their Sex into disgrace and scorn dost call,  
Yet if the thing thou wilt consider well,  
Thou wilt thy malice, and this rage expel,  
For when the three were all alike 't should seem  
Thy stars gave thee the Cuckold's anadem,  
If thou wert born to be a wittol, can  
Thy wife prevent thy fortune? foolish man!  
That woman which a Helen is to thee,  
Would prove another man's Penelope.   

99 On an empty house.  
Lollus by night awaked heard thiefs about  
His house, and searching narrowly throughout  
To find some pillage there, he said you may  
By night, but I can find nought here by day.   

100 On a bragging coward.  
Corsus in camp, when as his mates betook,  
Themselves to dine, encouraged them, and spoke,  
Have a good stomach Lads, this night we shall  
In heaven at supper keep a festival,  
But battle joined he fled away in haste,  
And said I had forgot, this night I fast.   

101 On a great nose.  
Thy nose no man wipe, Proclus unless  
He have a hand as big as Hercules,  
When thou dost sneeze the sound thou dost not hear,  
Thy nose is so far distant from thine ear.   

102 On an unequal pair.  
Fair Pbi●●is is to churlish Pris●us wed,  
As stronger wine with waters mingled,  
Priscus his love to Phillis more doth glow;  
With fervency then fire, her's cold as snow;  
'Tis well for if their flames alike did burn,  
One house would be to hot to serve their turn.   

103 On a changeable raiment.  
Know you why Lollus changeth every day,  
His Periwig, his face and his array,  
'Tis not because his comings in are much,  
Or cause he'll swill it with the roaring dutch;  
But 'cause the Sergeants (who a writ have had  
Long since against him) should not know the lad.   

104 On the ensuring office.  
Linus met Thuscus on the burse by chance,  
And swore he'd drink a health to th'heir of France  
For on th' exchange for currant news 'twas told,  
France had a Dauphin not yet seven days old,  
Thuscus excused himself, and said he must  
By all means go to th' ensuring office first,  
And so ensure some goods, he doubted were,  
Unlikely else ere to his hands appear,  
Linus replied I'll with thee then, for I  
Would have my lands insured to me in fee  
Which otherwise I doubt, I never shall,  
From debt and mortgage ere redeem at all.   

105 On a Tennis-court haunter.  
The world's a court, we are the balls, wherein  
We bandied are by every stroke of sin,  
Then only this can I commend in thee,  
Thou actest well our frail mortality.   

106 On Barossa.  
Barossa boasts his pedigree although,  
He knows no letter of the Christ-crosse-row,  
His house is ancient, and his gentry great,  
For what more ancient e'er was heard of yet  
Then is the family of fools, how than  
Dare you not call Barossa gentleman?   

107 On Clodius Albinus.  
Clodius' great cheer for supper doth prepare,  
Buys Chickens, Rabbits, Pheasants and a hare,  
Great store of fowl, variety of fish,  
And tempting sauce served in, in every dish,  
To this great feast, whom doth he mean t' invite,  
Aloinus only sups with him to night.   

108 On Afer.  
Afer hath sold his land and bought a horse,  
Whereon he pranceth to the royal Burse,  
To be on horse back he delights; wilt know?  
'Cause than his company he'd higher show,  
But happy chance tall Afer in his pride,  
Mounts a Gunnelly and on foot doth ride.   

109 On Balbulus.  
Thou dost complain poets have no reward  
And now adays they are in no regard:  
Verses are nothing worth, yet he that buys,  
Aught that is thine, at a three- 〈◊〉 price,  
Will think it too too dear, and justly may  
Think verses are in price, since 〈◊〉 other day,  
Yea who ere buys 'em at a farthing rate,  
At the same price can never sell 'em at.   

110 To Lycus.  
That poetry is good and pleasing thou dost cry,  
Yet knowst not when 'tis right or when awry  
Thou knowst great Ovid's censure to abstain  
From pleasing good, is virtue's chiefest aim.   

111 On Charismus.  
Thou hast composed 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 assoon 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 said be silent pray,  
For in good faith, I've given 'em all away.   

113 Facilis discensus averni.  
The way to hell is easy, th' other day,  
A blind man hither quickly found the way.   

114 Age and Youth.  
Admire not youth, despise not age, although  
Some young are grave, most old men children grow   

115 On Orus.  
Orus sold wine, and then Tobacco, now  
He Aquavitae doth his friends allow,  
What ere he had, is sold, to save his life,  
And now turned Pander he doth sell his wife.   

116 On Women.  
Women are books and men the readers be,  
In whom oft times they great Erratas see;  
Here sometimes we a blot, there we espy  
A leaf misplaced, at least a line awry;  
If they are books, I wish that my wife were  
An Almanac to change her every year   

117 On Acerra.  
Tobacco hurts the brain physicians say,  
Doth dull the wit and memory decay,  
Yet fear not thou Acerra, for 'twill ne'er  
Hurt thee so much by use, as by thy fear.   

118 On Briso.  
Who private lives, lives well, no wonder than  
You do absent you from the sight of men,  
For out of doors you near by day appear,  
Since last you lost i'th' pill●ry your ear.   

119 On the King of 〈◊〉 picture.  
Who but the half of this neat picture drew,  
That it could ne'er be fully done, well knew.   

120 To his Mistress.  
Hyperbole of worth, should wit suggest.  
My will with Epithets, and I invest,  
That shrine but with deserved paraphrase,  
Adulatory poetry would praise.  
And so but stain your worth: your virtues (or  
Else none at all) shall be my orator.   

121 B. I. answer to a thief bidding him stand.  
Fly villain hence or be thy coat of steel,  
I'll make thy heart, my brazen b●llet feel,  
And send that thrice as thievish soul of thine,  
To hell, to wear the Devils Valentine.   

122 The thief's reply.  
Art thou great Ben? or the revived ghost  
Of famous Shakespeare? or some drunken host?  
Who being tipfie with thy muddy beer,  
Dost think thy rhymes 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 hearse;  
Here lies a Poet that was robbed in verse.   

123 Upon Clarinda begging a lock of her lover's hair.  
Fairest Clarinda, she whom truth calls fair,  
Begged my heart of me, and a lock of hair  
Should I give both said I, how should I live,  
The lock I would, the heart I would not give,  
For that lest thieving love should steal away,  
Discretion had locked up and kept the key;  
As for the lock of hair, which lovers use  
My head laid on her knee I prayed her choose,  
Taking her sizars by a cunning art,  
First picked the lock, and then she stole my heart.   

124 To his Mistress.  
Dearest thy twined hairs are not threads of gold,  
Nor thine eyes diamonds, nor do I hold,  
Thy lips for rubies, nor thy cheeks to be,  
Fresh roses, nor thy dugs of Ivory,  
The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath,  
Nor Alabaster is, nor dost thou breath,  
Arabian odours, these the earth brings forth,  
Compared with thine, they would impair thy worth;  
Such than are other mistresses, 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 gravity are light,  
Or in a borrowed lustre bright;  
If meteors and each falling star  
Of heavenly matter framed are:  
Earth hath my mistress, but sure thine  
All heavenly is, though not divine.   

126 On his Mrs.  
I saw fair Flora take the air,  
When P●aehus shined and it was fair;  
The heavens to allay the heat,  
Sent drops of rain, which gently beat  
The sun retires, ashamed to see  
That he was barred from kissing thee  
Then Bore as took such high disdain,  
That soon he dried those drops again:  
Ah cunning plot and most divine!  
Thus to mix his breath with thine.   

127 On an hour glass.  
Do thou consider this small dust  
Here running in this glass  
By atoms moved  
Canst thou believe, that this the body was  
Of one that loved.  
And in his Mistress playing like a fly  
Turned to cinders by her eye:  
Yes and in death as life, have it expressed  
That lovers ashes take no rest.   

128 On the picture of Cupid in a jewel worn by his Mrs. on her breast.  
Little Cupid enter in and heat  
Her heart, her breast is not thy seat;  
Her breasts 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 Mistress.  
When first I saw thee thou didst sweetly play,  
The gentle thief, and stolest my heart away;  
Ren●er me mine again, 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-faced creature with a double heart.   

130 On Cupid.  
Cupid hath by his sly and subtle art,  
A certain arrow shot and pierced my heart:  
What shall I do to be revenged on love?  
There is but one way and that one I'll prove;  
I'll steal his arrows and will head them new,  
With women's hearts and then they will fly true.   

131 On a Tobacconist.  
All dainty meats I do defy,  
Which feed men fat as swine,  
He is a frug all man indeed,  
That on a leaf can dine,  
He needs no napkin for his hands  
His fingers ends to wipe,  
That keeps his kitchen in a box  
And roast- 〈◊〉 in a pipe.   

132 On the same.  
If man's flesh be like swine, as it is said  
The metamorphosis is sooner made  
Then full-faced Gnatho no tobacco take  
Smoking your corpse, lest bacon you do make.   

133 Another.  
Tom I commend thee above all I know  
That sold'st thy cushion for a pipe of To  
For now 'tis like if ere thou study more,  
Thou'lt sit to't harder than thou didst before.   

124 On Tobacco.  
Nature's Idea, physics rare perfection,  
Cold rheums expeller and the wits direction,  
O had the gods known thy immortal smack,  
The heavens ere this time had been coloured black.   

135 On a beloved lie.  
I hate a lie, and yet a lie did run  
Of noble Goring's death and Kensington,  
And for that they did not untimely die  
I love a lie because that was a lie,  
For had it been an accident of ruth  
'T had made me grow in hatred of the truth,  
Though lies be bad, yet give this lie it's due,  
'Tis ten times better, then if 't had been true.   

136 On Button a S●xton, making a grave.  
Ye powers above and heavenly poles  
Are graves become but Button-holes.   

137 On long hair.  
Luc as long hair down to his shoulders wears,  
And why? he dares not cut it for his ears.   

138 A Crab's Restorative.  
The Crab of the wood  
Is sauce very good;  
For the crab of the foaming sea,  
But the wood of a Crab  
Is sauce for a drab  
That will not her husband obey.   

139 On justus Lypsius who bequeathed his gown to the Virgin Mary.  
A dying latinist of great renown,  
Unto the Virgin Mary gave his gown  
And was not this false latin, so to join  
With female gender, the case Masculine.   

140 On a fiddlestick.  
Am I an instrument to make you sport,  
A fiddlestick I am, ye shanned report  
That ere ye hand'led me in such a case;  
To make me strike up fiddles mean and base,  
Nay you shall never bend me to your bow  
It goeth against the hair you should do so,  
Nor shall you curb me in, thus every day,  
I'll but my pleasure, I was made to play;  
But here I must not play upon another,  
Why have I then a fiddle for my brother?  
If I were gone, you'd be compelled my friends  
To make your music on your finger's ends:  
My brother fiddle is so hollow hearted,  
That ere't be long, we must needs be parted  
And with so many frets he doth abound,  
That I can never touch him but he'll sound:  
When he's revived, this poor excuse he puts,  
That when I play, I vex him to the guts;  
But since it is my nature, and I must  
I'll crowd and scrape acquaintance for a crust;  
I am a gentleman of high descent  
Come from Apollo's glorious element,  
Above the bridge I always use to keep,  
And that's my proper sphere, when I do sleep,  
So that I cannot be in tune or town,  
For all my scraping if the bridge be down;  
But since without an end, nought can endure,  
A fiddlestick hath two ends to be sure.   

141 On hopes of preferment.  
I saw my fortune go before  
As Palinurus saw the shore,  
If that I die, before it hitch,  
Welfare mine eyes for they are rich.   

142 Sorte tu●● contentus.  
If adverse fortune bring to pass,  
And will that thou an ass must be;  
Then be an ass, and live an ass,  
For out of question wife is he  
That undergoes with humble mind,  
The state that chance hath him assigned.   

143 On a pretender to prophecy.  
Ninety two years the world as yet shall stand  
If it do stand or fall at your command;  
But say why placed you not the world's end nigher  
Lest ere you died you might be proved a liar.   

144 Mart. lib 8 epigr. 69.  
Old Poets only thou dost praise,  
And none but dead one's magnify:  
Pardon Voc●rra, thee to please,  
I am not yet in mind to die.   

145 On a Gamester.  
For hundred-thousands Matho plays;  
Olus what's that to thee?  
Not thou by means thereof I trow,  
But Matho poor shall be.   

146 On Fr. Drake.  
Sir Drake whom well the world's end knew,  
Which thou didst compass round,  
And whom both Poles of heaven once saw  
Which North and South do bound,  
The stars above, would make thee known,  
If men here silent were;  
The Sun himself cannot forget  
His fellow traveller.   

147 B. I. approbation of a copy of verses.  
One of the witty sort of gentlemen,  
That held society with learned Ben—  
Showed him some verses of such Tragic sense  
They did his curious ear much violence;  
But after Ben had been a kind partaker  
Of the sad lines, he needs must know the maker;  
What unjust man he was, that spent his time  
And banished reason to, advance his rhyme:  
Nay gentle Ben, replies the gentleman  
I see I must support the Poet than;  
Although those humble strains are not so fit  
For to please you, he's held a pretty wit;  
Is he held so? (sa●es Ben) so may a goose,  
Had I the holding, I would let him lose.   

148 On a gentleman that married an heir privately at the Tower.  
The angry Father hearing that his child,  
Was stolen, married, and his hopes beguiled;  
('Cause his usurious nature had a thought  
She might have been to greater fortunes brought)  
With rigid looks, bend brows, and words austere  
Asked his forced son in law, how he did dare  
(Without a full consenting from him carried)  
Thus bear his only daughter to be married,  
And by what Cannons he assumed such power?  
He said the best in England sir, the Tower.   

149 A Gentleman's satisfaction for spitting in another's face.  
A gentleman (not in malice nor disgrace,  
But by a chance) spit in another's face,  
He that received it, knowing not the cause  
That should produce such rashness (against the law●  
Of Christian manhood or civility)  
In kindling anger, asked the reason why;  
Pray sir says he, what thing that doth but sound  
Like to an injury have you ere found  
By me at any time? or if you had,  
It never could deserve contempt so bad  
'Tis an inhuman custom none ere use;  
But the vile nation of contemned Jews:  
Pray sir, cries th' other be not so unkind,  
Thus with an accident to charge my mind  
I meant it not, but ●●nce it falls out so,  
I'm sorry, yea make satisfaction too;  
Then be not moved but let this ease your doubt  
Since I have spit, please you, I'll tread it out.   

150 On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story.  
The little man, by th' other man's vainglory,  
It seems was roughly used (so says the story)  
But being a little heated and high blown,  
In anger flies at Story, pulls him down;  
And when they rise (I know not how it fated)  
One got the worst, the Story was translated  
From white to red, but ere the fight was ended  
It seems a Gentleman that one befriended  
Came in and parted them; the little blade,  
There's none that could entreat, or yet persuade,  
But he would fight still, till another came,  
And with sound reasons counseled 'gainst the same  
'T was in this manner friend ye shall not fight  
With one that's so unequal to your height,  
Story is higher, th' other made reply,  
I'd pluck him down were he three Stories high.   

151 On a Welshman and an Englishman.  
There was a time a difference began  
Between a Welshman and an Englishman,  
And thus it was; the Englishman would stand  
Against all argument, that this our land,  
Was freest of her fruits, there is a place  
Quoth he, whose ground, so fruitful is of grass;  
But throw a staff in't but this night, you shall  
Not See't the morrow, 't would be covered all:  
The Welshman cried 'tis true, it might lie under,  
The o'ergrown grass, 〈◊〉 is with us no wonder,  
For turn your horse into our fruitful ground,  
And before morning come, he shanned be found.   

152 On a Soldier.  
The soldier fights well and with good regard,  
But when he's lame, he lies at an ill ward.   

153 On a fair Gentlewoman whose name was Brown.  
We praise the fair, and our inventions wrack,  
In pleasing numbers to applaud the black,  
We court this Lady's eye, that Lady's hair,  
The fair love black, the black best like the fair,  
Yet neither sort, I court, I dote upon  
Nor fair nor black, but a complexion  
More rare then either; she that is the crown  
Of my entire affection is brown,  
And yet she's fair, 'tis strange, how can it be,  
That two complexions should in one agree  
Do I love Brown, my love can please mine eye,  
And sate my narrow'st curiosity,  
If I like fair, she hath so sweet a grace,  
That I could leave an Angel for her face,  
Let any judge then, which complexion's rarest,  
In my opinion, she is Brown that's fairest.   

154 On Garret and Chambers.  
Garret and his friend Chambers having done  
Their City business walked to Paddington,  
And coming near the fatal place where men  
I mean offenders ne'er return again,  
Looking on Tyborn in a merriment,  
Says Chambers here's a pretty Tenement  
Had it a garret: Garret hearing that,  
Replies friend Chambers I do wonder at  
Your simple censure, and could mock you for it,  
There must be chambers ere there be a garret.   

155 On the word intolerable.  
Two gentlemen did to a Tavern come,  
And called the drawer for to show a room,  
The drawer did, and what room think ye was't?  
One of the small ones, where men drink in haste;  
One gentleman sat down there, but the other  
Disliked it, would not sit, called for another:  
At whi●h his friend, rising up from the table,  
Cries friend lets stay, this room is tolerable:  
Why that's the cause (quoth he) I will not stay,  
Is that the cause, quoth th' other? why I pray?  
To give a reason to you, I am able,  
Because I hate to be in— Tolerable.   

156 Ad Lectorem.  
Is't possible that thou my book hast bought,  
That saidst●'twas nothing worth? why was it naught  
Read it again, perchance thy wit was dull,  
Thou may'st find something at the second pull,  
Indeed at first thou nought didst understand,  
For shame g●t something at the second hand.   

157 Suum cuique pulcbrum.  
Posthumus not the last of many more,  
Asks why I write in such an idle vain,  
Seeing there are of Epigrams such store;  
Oh give me leave to tell thee once again  
That Epigrams are fitted to the season,  
Of such as best know how to make rhyme reason   

158 In magnis voluisse satest.  
In matters great to will it doth suffice,  
I blush to hear how loud this proverb lies,  
For they that owe great sums by bond or bill,  
Can never cancel them, with mere good will.   

159 As proud as witless Draccus.  
Draccus his head is highly by him born,  
And so by straws are emptied heads of corn.   

160 S●liem●videret●●r.  
A Welshman and an Englishman disputed,  
Which of their Lands maintained the greatest 〈◊〉  
The Englishman the Welshman quite confuted,  
Yet would the Welshman nought his brags abate,  
Ten cooks quoth he, in wales one wedding fees  
Truth quoth the other, each man tosts his cheese.   

161 On women's inconstancy.  
Go catch a star that's falling from the sky▪  
Cause an immortal creature for to die,  
Stop with thy hand the current of the seas,  
Post o'er the earth to the Antipodes,  
'Cause times return and call back yesterday;  
Cloth January with the Month of May,  
Weigh out an ounce of flame, blow back the wind  
And then find faith within a woman's mind.   

162 On Women.  
Why sure these necessary harms were framed,  
That man as too too heedlsse might be blamed,  
His weakness cannot greatest weakness fly,  
In her strong drawing, frail necessity;  
Then happy they, that know what women are,  
But happier, which to know them never care.   

163 To his Mrs.  
Sweetest fair be not too cruel,  
Blot not beauty with disdain,  
Let not those bright eyes add fuel  
To a burning heart in vain,  
Lest men justly when I die  
Deem you the candle, me the fly.   

164 How to choose a wife.  
Good sir, if you will show the best of your skill;  
To pick a virtuous creature,  
Then pick such a wife, as you love a life,  
Of a comely grace and feature;  
The noblest part let it be her heart,  
Without deceit or cunning,  
With a nimble wit, and all things fit,  
with a tongue that's never running,  
The hair of her head, it must not be red,  
But fair and brown as a berry;  
Her forehead high, with a crystal eye  
Her lips as red as a cherry.   

165 On his Mistress.  
My love and I for kisses played,  
She would keep stakes, I was content,  
And when I won, she would be paid;  
This made me ask her what she meant,  
Saith she, since you are in this wrangling vain,  
Take you your kisses, and give me mine again.   

166 On a proud Maid.  
She that will eat her breakfast in her bed,  
And spend the morn in dressing of her head,  
And fit at dinner like a mayden-bride,  
And talk of nothing all day but of pride,  
God in mercy may do much to save her,  
But what a case is he in that shall have her?   

167 Satis est quod sufficit.  
Weep no more, sigh nor groan,  
Sorrow recals not times are gone,  
Violets plucked, the sweetst rain,  
Makes not fresh or grow again,  
Joys are windy, dreams fly fast  
Why should sadness longer last?  
Grief is but a wound to woe,  
Gentle fair, mourn no moe.   

168 Tempus edaxrerum.  
Time eateth all things could the Poets say,  
The times are changed our times drink all away.   

168 Of women.  
Commit thy ship unto the wind,  
But not thy faith to woman kind,  
There is more safety in a wave,  
Then in the faith that women have;  
No woman's good, if chance it fall,  
Some one be good amongst them all,  
Some strange intent the dost ' nies had,  
To make a good thing of a bad.   

169 On a coy woman.  
She seems not won, yet won she is at length,  
In love's war women use but half their strength.   

170 On Morcho.  
Morcho for haste was married in the night,  
What needed day? his fair young wife is light.   

171 On Bed keeping.  
Bradus the smith, hath often sworn and said,  
That no disease should make him keep his bed;  
His reason was, I oft have heard him tell it,  
He wanted money therefore he would fallen it.   

172 On a man stealing a candle from a lanthern.  
One walking in the street a winter night,  
Climbed to a lantern, thought t' have stole the light,  
But taken in the manner and descried  
By one o'th' servants who looked out and cried,  
Whose there? what d' you? who doth our lantern  
Nothing said he, but only snuff the candle. handle,   

173 On Fraternus.  
Fraternus ' opinions show his reason weak  
He held the nose was made for man to speak.   

174 On a french fencer, that challenged Church an English fencer.  
The fencing Ca●les in pride and gallant vaunt,  
Challenged the English at the fen●ing, skill,  
The fencer Church, or the Church militant,  
His errors still reproved and knocked him still,  
But si●h our Church him disciplined so sore,  
He (rank Recusant) comes to Church no more.   

175 On two striving together.  
Two falling out into a ditch they fell,  
Their falling out was ill, but in was well.   

176 On Music.  
I want a quill out of an Angel's wing,  
To write sweet music's everlasting praise,  
I likewise want an Angel's voice to sing  
A wished anthem to her happy days▪  
Then since I want an angel's voice and pen,  
Let angels write and sing, I'll say amen.   

177 On Tobacco.  
Time's great consumer, cause of idleness,  
Old whorehouse hunter, cause of drunkenness  
Bewitching smoke, vainest wealth's consumer;  
Abuse of wit, stinking breath's perfumer,  
'Cause of entrails blackness, body's dyer  
Cause of nature's slackness, quenching her fire,  
Offence to many, bringing good to none,  
Even be thou hacked till thou art burnt and gone.   

178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ Archimedis  
When jove within a little glass survay'd,  
The heavens he smiled, and to the Gods thus said,  
Can strength of mortal wit proceed thus far?  
Lo in a frail orb, my works mated are,  
Hither the Syracusians art translates,  
Heaven's form, the course of things and humane fates  
Th' including spirit serving the star-decked signs  
The living work inconstant motion winds,  
Th' adult'rate zodiaque runs a natural year,  
And Cyntsias forged horns monthly new light bear,  
Viewing her own world, now bold industry  
Triumphs and rules with humane power the sky.   

179 On Caelia.  
In Caelia's face a question did arise,  
Which were more beautiful her lips or eyes;  
We say the eyes, send forth those pointed darts,  
Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts,  
From us reply the lips proceed those blisses,  
Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses  
Then wept the eyes and from their eyes did power  
Of liquid Oriental pearl a shower,  
Whereat the lips moved with delight and pleasure  
Through a sweet smile ●●lock'd their I vory treasure,  
And bad love judge, whether did add more grace  
Weep or smiling pearls to C●lia's face.   

180 On Chloris walking in the snow.  
I saw fair Chloris walk alone,  
When feathered rain came softly down,  
Then jove descended from his Tower,  
To court her in a silver shower,  
The wanton snow flew to her breast,  
Like little birds into their nest;  
But overcome with whiteness there,  
For grief it thawed into a tear,  
Then falling down her garment h●m,  
To deck her, froze into a gem.   

181 To a Shoemaker.  
What boots it thee, to follow such a trade,  
That's always under foot and underlaid?   

112 Youth and Age.  
Age is deformed, youth unkind,  
We scorn their bodies, they our mind.   

183 To Loquax.  
Loqu●x to hold thy tongue, would do thee wrong,  
For thou would'st be no man, but for thy tongue.   

184 Death.  
The lives of men seem in two seas to swim,  
Death comes to young folks and old go to him.   

185 A disparity.  
Children fond blade truth, & fools their brother's  
Women have learned more wisdom of their mothers.   

186. To Make dict.  
Thou speakest ill, not to give men their deuce▪  
But speakestill, because thou canst not choose.   

187 women's properti●s.  
To weep oft, still to flatter, sometimes spin.  
Are properties, women excel men in.   

188 Interpone tuis etc.  
Not mirth, nor care alone, but inter-wreathed,  
Care gets mirth stomach, mir●h makes care long breathed.   

189 women's tears  
When women weep in their dissembling art,  
Their tears are sauce to their malicious heart.   

190 Pot-Poets.  
Poet and pot differ but in a letter,  
Which makes the Poet love the pot the better.   

191 Content.  
Content is all we aim at with our store;  
If that be had with little, what needs more.   

192 Fast and loose.  
Paphus was married all in haste,  
And now to rack doth run;  
So knitting of himself too fast,  
He hath himself undone.   

193 On Gervase.  
A double gelding Gervase did provide,  
That he and is wife to see their friends might ride,  
And he a double gelding proved indeed;  
For he so suddenly fell to his speed,  
That both alight, with blows and threats among,  
He leads him, and his wife drives him along.   

194 Tortus.  
Tortus accused to lie, to fawn, to flatter,  
Said he but set a good face on the matter,  
Then sure he borrowed it for 'tis well known;  
Tortus ne'er wore a good face of his own▪   

195 ANNAGRAMS.  
Thom●s Egerton. 1 anagr. Honours met age.  
Honours met age and seeking where to rest;  
Agreed to lodge, and harbour in thy breast.   

196 On Captain john, Cameage 2 anagr. Age-came.  
When perils I by land and sea had passed,  
Age came to summon me to death at last.   

197 Christopher Lindall, 3 anagr. I offer, lend Christ all.  
Tha● with this Epigram thy deeds agree,  
They well know, that did ever well know thee.   

198 john Rysdon 4 anagr. In honours die.  
Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind,  
And to the world thy real worth proclaim  
That fame herself cannot thy equal find,  
To parallel thy glory and thy name,  
On, onward still from no good action fly,  
Who lives like thee, can't but in honours die.   

199 On the same.  
I ne'er will credit any powerful fare,  
Can turn thy glory to a waning state,  
Thou ●till wilt be thyself; therefore say I,  
In honours thou shalt live, but never die.   

200 Phineas Fletcher. 5 anagr. Hath Spencer life? Or Spencer hath life.  
That Spencer liveth, none can ignorant be,  
That reads his works (Fletcher) or knoweth thee.   

201 Mrs. Elizabeth noel 6 anagr. holiness be still my star.  
The safest conduct to the port of bliss,  
Lies not in brittle honour, for by this  
We often lose our way, to shun this bar,  
To heaven, holiness be still my star.   

202. My lot is bliss eternal.  
The world's a lottry, full of various chances,  
Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies,  
Among the rest that aim at things supernal;  
I've drawn, and find my lot is bliss eternal.   

203 I shall smite no ill breast.  
The common way to wound men's hearts I eat,  
Nor with mere outside am I to be won,  
Virtue may move me, for it crowns the best,  
But I shall smite no ill or lustful breast.   

204 My bliss on earth's little.  
Honour's are fair but fading flowers which give,  
Delight to those that gather them, but live  
Not ever flourishing, this truth I find,  
Too truly in myself, by fate assigned  
For having all, I see that all's but but brittle,  
And even at best my bliss on earth's but little.   

205 See my heart is still noble:  
though fortune frowns and fate suppress my will,  
Yet see the luck, my heart is noble still.   

206 A riddle.  
Thoughts Searching c  
Valued Love may B  
Truth never ties  
Too A fool y y:  
 Three in one heart  
If  2 in V 2 in V have part  

WR    

207 Another being a translation.  
Est aliis servire tenetur  
jure qui  
sum, servire necesse est  
jure tibi me  
Te nulli cunctos  
antony's are videris  
Qui cunctos bos laude  
ant fero cunctis.   

Thus Englished.  
- ling bound to serve his Mr's hands  
An- is  
you- bound to do your high command●  
I'm and  
None's you  
you all are then  
I'll you  
- praise other men.   

208 Another.  
A beggar once exceeding poor,  
A penny prayed me give him,  
And deeply vowed ne'er to ask more  
And I ne'er more to give him,  
Next day he begged again, I gave,  
Yet both of us our oaths did save.   

209 Another.  
I hold as faith  
What Rome's Church saith  
Where th' King is head  
The Flocks misled  
Where th' Alter's dressed  
The peopele's blessed  
he's but an ass  
Who shuns the Mass  
Who charity preach  
They heaven soon reach  
On faith t' rely  
Is heresy  
What England's Church allows  
My conscience disavows  
The Church can have no seam,  
Where the Pope's supreme  
There's service scarce divine  
Where's table bread and wine  
Who the Communion flies  
Is Catholic and wise  
Their church with error's fraught  
Where only faith is taught  
No matter for good works  
Makes Christians worse than Turk's   

210 Another:  
There was a man bespoke a thing,  
Which when the owner home did bring,  
He that made it, did refuse it,  
He that bought it, would not use it,  
He that hath it doth not know  
Whether he hath it, yea or no.   

211 On Women.  
Woman's the centre and the lines are men  
The circles love, how do they differ then?  
Circles draw many lines into the centre  
But love gives leave to only one to enter.   

212 On Claret wine spilt.  
What's this that's spilt? 'tis claret wine,  
'Tis well 'tis spilt, it's fall saved mine.   

213 On woman's love.  
A woman's love is like a Syrian flower,  
That buds and spreads and withers in an hour.   

214 On Cook a cuckold.  
A young cook married upon Sunday last,  
And he grew-old ere tuesday night was passed.   

215 A Butcher marrying a tanner's daughter.  
A fitter match than this could not have been,  
For now the flesh is married to the skin.   

216 On Cupid.  
Cupid, no wonder was not clothe d of old,  
For love though naked seldom ere is cold.   

217 A plain suitor to his love.  
Fair I love thee, yet I cannot sue,  
And show my love as masking courtiers do,  
Yet by the smock of Venus for thy good,  
I'll freely spend my thrice concocted blood.   

218. On a passing bell.  
This doleful music of impartial death,  
Who danceth after, danceth out of breath.   

219 On a farmer knighted.  
In my conceit sir john, you were to blame,  
To make a quiet goodwife a mad-dame.   

220 On Pallas and Bacchus birth.  
Pallas the offspring of Jove's brain,  
Bacchus out of his thigh was ta'en,  
He breaks his brain that learning wins,  
When he that's drunk breaks but his shins.   

221 On an old man doting on a young mench.  
A rich old man loving a fair young lass,  
Out of his breeches his spectacles drew,  
Wherewith he read a note, how rich he was:  
All which (quoth he) sweetheart I'll give to you  
Excuse me sir (quoth she) for all your riches,  
I'll marry none, that wears his eyes in's breeches.   

222 Clownish Courtship.  
Excellent Mrs. brighter than the moon,  
Then scoured p●wter or the silver spoon,  
Fairer than Phoebus or the morning star,  
Dainty fair Mistress by my troth you are,  
As far excelling Diana, and her Nymphs,  
As lobsters crawfish, and as craw fish shrimps.  
Thine eyes like Diamonds do shine most clearly,  
As I'm an honest man I lo●e thee dear.   

223 A Gentleman to his love.  
Tell her I love, and if she ask how well;  
Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell.   

224 Her answer.  
Say not you love, unless you do,  
For lying will not honour you.   

225 His answer.  
Madam I love, and love to do,  
And will not lie unless with you.   

226 On a Welshmen.  
The way to make a welshman think on bliss,  
And daily say his prayers on his knees,  
Is to persuade him that most certaiae' 'tis,  
The moon is made of nothing but green cheese,  
Then he'll desire of jove, no geater boon,  
Then to be pleased in heaven to eat the moon.   

227 The vanity of man.  
That every thing we do, might vain appear,  
We have a vein, for each day in the year.   

228 To a friend on the loss of his Mrs.  
If thou the best of women didst forgo,  
Weigh if thou found'st her, or didst, make her so,  
If she was found, know there is more than one,  
If made, the workman lives though she be gone.   

229 On a whore.  
Rosa is fair, but not a proper woman,  
Can any woman proper be that's common.   

230 On a Welshman.  
A Welshman coming late into an Inn,  
Asked the maid what meat there was within?  
Cow-heels she answered, and a breast of mutton;  
But quoth the Welshman, since I am no glutton,  
Either of both shall serve, to night the breast,  
The heels i'th' morning, then light meat is best,  
At night he took the breast, and did not pay,  
I th' morning took his heels and run away.   

231 On men and women.  
I'll thrives that hapless family, that shows  
A cock that's silent, and a hen that crows,  
I know not which lives more unnatural lives,  
Obeying husbands or commanding wives.   

232 On Linus.  
Linus told me of verses that he made,  
Riding to London on a trotting Jade,  
I should have known, had he concealed the case,  
Even by his verses of his horse's pace.   

233 On a little diminutive band.  
What is the reason of God-dam-me's band,  
Inch-deep? and that his fashion doth not alter,  
God-dam me saves a labour, understand,  
In pullinged off when he puts on the halter.   

234 On julius.  
By fraud the Merchant julius' rakes in pelf,  
For heaven he sells, yet hath it not himself.   

235 On fine apparel.  
Some that their wives may near and cleanly go,  
Do all their substance upon them bestow:  
But who a goldfinch fain would make his wife,  
Makes her perhaps a wagtail all her life.   

236 Upon Conscience.  
Many men this present age dispraise,  
And think men have small conscience now adays.  
But sure I'll lay no such fault to their charge,  
I rather think their conscience is too large.   

237 In Cornutum.  
Cornutus' called his wife both whore and slut,  
Quoth she, you'll never leave your brawling, but.  
But what quoth he? quoth she the post or door,  
For you have horns to but, if I'm a whore.   

238 A witty passage  
An old man sitting at a Christmas feast,  
By eating Brawn occasioned a jest;  
For whilst his tongue and gums chafed about,  
For want of pales the chafed bore broke out,  
And lights perchance upon a handsome lass,  
That near him at the table placed was,  
Which when she 'spi'd she plucked out of her sleeve  
A pin and did it to the old man give,  
Saying sith your brawn, out of your mouth doth slip,  
Sir take this pin and therewith close your lip,  
And bursting into laughter, strained so much,  
As with that strain her backpart spakelow dutch  
Which th' old man hearing, did the pin restore.  
And bade her therewith close her postern door.   

239 A new married Bride.  
The first of all our sex, came from the side of man  
I thither am returned from whence I came.   

240 On a pudding.  
The end is all, and in the end, the praise of all depends,  
A pudding merry's double praise, because it hath two ends.   

241 Answer.  
A pudding hath two ends? you lie my brother,  
For it begins at one, and ends at th' other.   

242 On maids.  
Most maids resemble Eve now in their lives,  
Who are no sooner women, than th' are wives,  
As Eve knew no man ere fruit wrought her woe,  
So these have fruit oft ere their husbands know.   

243 On a man whose choice was to be hanged or married.  M. 
Lo here's the bride, and here's the tree,  
Take which of these, best liketh thee.  R. 
The choice 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 speak aught in their praise,  
But to backbite them, finds a tongue all ways.   

246 A Courtier and a Scholar meeting.  
A Courtier proud walking along the street,  
Happened by chance a Scholar for to meet,  
The Courtier said, (minding nought more than place  
Unto the Scholar meeting face to face,  
To take the wall, base men I'll not permit,  
The Scholar said, I will, and gave him it.   

247 Cede maj●ribus.  
I took the wall, one rudely thrust me by,  
And told me the high way did open lie,  
I thanked him that he would me 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 needful evils,  
So angel like that devils you need not doubt,  
Such needful evils, that few can be without.   

249 On a Musitian and his Scholar.  
A man of late did his fair daughter bring  
To a Musician for to learn● to sing,  
He fell in love with her, and her beguiled,  
With flattering words and she was got with child,  
Her Father hearing this was grieved and said,  
That he with her but a base-part had played,  
For which he swore that he would make him smart  
For teaching of his daughter such a part:  
But the musician said, he did no wrong,  
He had but taught her how to ●ing pricksong.   

250 Why women wear a fall.  
A question 'tis why women wear a fall,  
The truth it is to pride they are given all,  
And pride the proverb says must have a fall.   

251 Foras expertus.  
Priscus hath been a traveller, for why?  
He will so strangely swagger, swear and lie.   

252 Liber too wary to thrive.  
Liber is late set up, and wanteth custom,  
Yet great resort hath got, but will not trust 'em:  
Is not his love unto his friend the greater,  
he'll want himself, ere he'll see him a debtor.   

253 On Venus and Vulcan.  
I muse, why Venus hath such fiery holes,  
I think that Vulcan, once there blowed his coals.   

254 Detur quod meritum.  
A courtier kind in speech, cursed in condition,  
Finding his faults could be no longer hidden,  
Came to his friend to clear his bad suspicion,  
And fearing lest he should be more then chidden.  
Fell to flattering and most base submission,  
Vowing to kiss his foot if he were bidden.  
My foot said he? nay that were too submiss,  
You three foot higher, well deserve to kiss.   

255  
Gluto, at meals is never heard to talk,  
For which the more his chaps and chin do walk,  
When every one that sits about the board,  
Makes sport to ask; what Gluto ne'er a word?  
He forced to answer being very loath  
Is almost choked speaking and eating both.   

256 Sorte tua contentus.  
B●rtus being bid to supper to a Lord,  
Was marshaled at the lower end of the board,  
Who vexed thereat, amongst his comrades doth fre●  
And swears that he below the salt was set;  
But Bartus, th' art a fool to fret and swear,  
The salt stands on the board wouldst thou sit there●   

257 Fovent perjuria furtum.  
Piso hath stolen a silver bowl in jest,  
For which suspected only, not confessed,  
Rather than Piso will restore your bowl,  
To quit the body, he will cast the soul.   

258 The promise breaker.  
Ventus doth promise much, but still doth break,  
So all his promises are great and weak;  
Like bubbles in the water (round and light)  
Swelling so great, that they are broke outright.   

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 cursed,  
And threatening folks who have least power to kill●  
For why 'tis known, his trade can never fall,  
That hath already got the devil and all.   

260 Nil gratum ratione carens.  
Paulus a pamphlet doth in prose present,  
Unto his lord, (the fruits of idle time)  
Who far more careless than therewith content,  
Wisheth it were converted into rhyme:  
Which done and brought him at another season,  
Said now ' 'tis rhyme, before not rhyme nor reason.   

261 Non cessat perdere lusor.  
Ask Ficus how his luck at dicing goes.  
Like to the tide (quoth he) it ebbs and flows,  
Then I suppose his chance cannot be good,  
For all men know, 'tis longer ebb than flood.   

262 Volucrem sic decipi● auceps.  
Hidrus the horse-courser (that cunning mate)  
Doth with the buyers thus equivocate,  
Claps on his hand, and prays he may not thrive  
If that his gelding be not under five.   

263 Perdat qui cav●at emp●or.  
Nor less meant Promus when that vow he made,  
Then to give o'er his cous'ning tapsters trade,  
Who checked for short and frothy measure, swore  
He never would from thence forth fill pot more.   

264 Virescit vulnere Venus.  
Susan's well sped and wears a velvet hood,  
As who should know, her breeding hath been good?  
'Tis reason she should rise once in her life,  
That fell so oft before she was a wife.   

265 On Death.  
How base hath sin made man, to fear a thing  
Whichmen call M●rs? which yet hath lost all sting,  
And is but a privation as we know,  
Nay is no word, if we exempt the O,  
Then let good men the fear of it defy,  
All is but O when they shall come to die.   

266 On a rich country Gentleman.  
Of woods, of plains, of hills and vales,  
Of fields, of meads, of parks and pales,  
Of all I had, this I possess,  
I need no more I have no less.   

267 On his Mrs.  
Shall I tell you how the rose at first grew red,  
And whence the lily whiteness borrowed,  
You blushed, & strait the rose with red was dight,  
The lily kissed your hand, and so was white,  
Before such time, each rose had but a stain,  
And lilies nought but paleness did contain,  
You have the native colour, these the dy,  
And only flourish in your livery.   

268 To bis Mrs.  
Think not dear love that I'll reveal,  
Those hours of pleasure we do steal,  
No eye shall see, nor vet the sun,  
Descry what thee and I have done;  
The God of love himself, hose dart  
Did first pierce mine, and next thy heart,  
He shall not know, that we can tell  
What sweets in stolen cmoracem●nts dwell,  
Only this means may find it out,  
If when I die, Phisians doubt  
What caused my death and they to view  
Of all the judgements that are true,  
Rip up my heart oh then I fear,  
The world will find thy picture there.   

269 To Mr. Ben. johnson demanding the reason why he called his plays ●arks.  
Pray tell me Ben, where doth the mystery lurk,  
What others call a play you call a work.   

270 Thus answered by a friendin Mr. Ioh●sons defence.  
The author's friend thus for the author says,  
Bens plays are works, when others works are plays   

271 Tempus edax rerum.  
The sweetest flower in the summer's prime,  
By all agreement is the damask rose,  
Which if it grow, an● be not plucked in time,  
She sheds her leaves her buds their scent do loose,  
Oh let not things of worth, for want of use  
Fall into all consuming times abuse:  
The sweetest work that ever nature framed,  
By all agreement is a virgin's face,  
Which not enjoyed, 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 aggrieved my humorous lines afford,  
Of loser language here and there a word,  
Who undertakes to sweep a common sink,  
I cannot blame him, though his broom do stink.   

273 To his Mrs.  
Thou send'st to me a heart was Crowned,  
I took 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 stain,  
It was entire and sound;  
But thou hast sent it back again,  
Sick of a deadly wound.  
Oh heavens! how wouldst thou use a heart  
That should rebellious be,  
When thou hast killed me with a dart,  
That so much honoured thee.   

274 On a charming beauty.  
I'll gaze no more on that bewitched face,  
Since ruin harbours there in every place,  
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns,  
With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns  
I'll love no more those cruel eyes of hers,  
Which pleased or angered still are murderers,  
For if she dart like lightning through the air,  
Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair,  
If she behold me with a pleasing eye,  
I surfeit with excess of joy and die.   

275 Covetous persons.  
Patrons are latrons, then by this,  
Th' are worst of greedy people,  
Whose cognizance a wolves 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 dies.   

277 Non verber a sed verba.  
Two Scholars late appointed for the field,  
Must, which was weakest to the other yield,  
The quarrel first began about a word,  
Which now should be decided by the sword;  
But ere they drew, there fell that alteration,  
As they grew friends again 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 died.   

279 Ofletting.  
In bed a young man with his old wife lay,  
O wife quoth he I've let a thing to day,  
By which I fear I am a loser much:  
His wife replies youths bargains still are such;  
So turning from him angry at her heart,  
She unawares let out a thundering—  
Oh wife quoth he, no loser I am now,  
A marvelous saver I am made by you:  
Young 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 curtsy with his periwig,  
Leaving his sconce behind so void of hair,  
As Esop's crow might break her oyster there;  
Fool he to think his hair could tarry fast,  
When Bore as tears up forests with a blast.   

281 Post dulcia finis amarus.  
jenkin a welshman that had suires in law,  
Journeying to London chanced to steal a cow;  
For which (pox on her luck as ne'er man saw)  
Was burnt within the fist, and know not how:  
Being asked if well the laws with him did stand  
Was have her now (quoth jenkin) in her hand.   

282 In Mi●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 blossoms fallen be,  
Or will not eat a Kentish cherry down,  
But for a couple, when she pays a crown;  
And cares not for a strawberry or pear,  
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 Faeminae ludifieantur vi●os.  
Kind Katherine to her husb and kissed these words;  
Mine own sweet Will how dearly do I love thee ●  
If true (quoth Will) the world no such affords,  
And that it's true I durst his warrant be,  
For ne'er heard I of woman good or ill,  
But always loved best her own sweet will.   

284 Ad Tusserum.  
Tusser, they tell me when thou wert alive,  
Thou teaching thrift, thyself couldst never thrive  
So like the whetstone many men are wont  
To sharpen others when themselves are blunt.   

285 Praestar videri qu●messe.  
Clit●s with clients is well customed,  
That hath the laws but little studied,  
No matter Clitus so they bring their fees,  
How ill ●he case and thy advice agrees.   

286 Tun●●ua res agitur.  
A jealous merchant that a sailor met,  
Asked 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 Sailor) think you that so strange?  
'Tis done the time whiles you but walk th' exchange   

287 A conference.  
A Dane, a Spaniard, a Polonian,  
Myself, a Swiss, with a Hungarian,  
At supper met discoursed each with other,  
Drank, laughed, yet none that understood another.   

288 In Marcum.  
Marcus is not a hypocrite and why?  
He flies all good, to fly hypocrisy.   

289 Quid ●on verba suadeant.  
Sextus, half salved 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 coin, himself had not;  
His empty pocket feels and begins to say,  
In sadness sirs here's not a cross to pay.   

290 Stupid Binus.  
Sith time flies fast away, his fastest flight,  
Binus prevents with dreaming day and night.   

291 In divites.  
Rich men their wealth as children rattles keep,  
When played a while with't than they fall asleep.   

292 In Fannium.  
What fury's this, his foe whilst Fannius flies,  
He kills himself, for fear of death he dies.   

293 To Vellius.  
Thou swearest I bowl as well as most men do,  
The most are bunglers, therein thou sayest true.   

294 In divites iracundos.  
Rich friends 'gainst poor to anger still are prone,  
It is not well but profitably done.   

295 Clericus absque libro.  
When Crassus in his office was installed,  
For sums of money, which he yet doth owe,  
A client by the name of Clerk him called,  
As he next day to Westminster did go,  
Which Crassus hearing whispers thus in's ear,  
Sirrah you now mistake and much do err,  
That henceforth must the name of Clerk forbear,  
And know I am become an officer.  
Alas (quoth he) I did not so much mark,  
Good Mr. officer, that are no clerk.   

296 Durum telum necessitas.  
Coquus with hunger penniless constrained  
To call for meat and wine three shillings cost,  
Had suddenly this project entertained;  
Instead of what's to pay, to call mine host,  
Who being come entreateth him discuss;  
What price the law allots for shedding blood:  
Whereto mine host directly answers thus,  
'Twas always forty pence he understood;  
So than quoth Coquus to requite your pains  
Pray break my head, & give me what remains.   

297 Love's Lunacy.  
Before I knew what might belong to war,  
I was content to suffer many a scar;  
Yet none could hurt me, till at length a boy,  
Disgrace to manhood, wrought my sad annoy,  
This lad though blind, yet did he shoot a dart  
Which pierced my breast and lighted on my heart,  
Yetdid I feel no hurt till from above,  
I heard a voice say soldiers you must love,  
I liked it well and in this pleasing vain:  
I lost my wits to get my heart again.   

298 So his Mrs.  
Your lips (fair Lady) (if't be not too much,  
I beg to kiss, your hand I crave to touch,  
And if your hand deny that courtesy,  
(Sweet Mistri●) at your feet I prostrately;  
But if your foot Spurn my humility,  
Or that your lips think I do aim too high:  
Then let your hand in token of consent,  
Point at the mean, the main of all content,  
And I shall leave extremes, and to be blessed,  
Rest in your midst where virtue doth consist.   

299 To an upstart.  
Thine old friends thou forgot'st having got wealth  
No marvel, for thou hast forgot thyself.   

300 Suum evique.  
A strange contention being lately had  
Which kind of Music was the sweetest and best,  
Some praised the sprightly sound and some the sad  
Some liked the viols; and among the rest  
Some in the bagpipes commendations spoke,  
(Quoth one stood by) give me a pipe of smoke.   

301 Similis doctrina libell●.  
Croesus' of all things loveth not to buy  
So many books of such diversity:  
Your Almanac (says he) yields all the sense,  
Of time's best profit and experience.   

302 On Tullus.  
Tullus who was a Tailor by profession,  
Is late turned Lawyer, and of large possession.   

303 In Prodigum.  
Each age of men new fashions doth invent,  
Things which are old, young men do not esteem:  
What pleased our fathers doth not us content:  
What flourished than we out of fashion deem.  
And that's the cause as I do understand,  
Why Prodigus did sell his father's land.   

304 In medicum.  
When Mingo cries how do you sir? 'tis thought,  
His Patient's wanteth and his Practice's naught:  
Wherefore of late, now every one he meeteth,  
With I am glad to see you well— he greeteth:  
But who'll believe him now, when all can tell,  
The world goes ill with him, when all are well.   

305 Crispati crines plumae dant calcar am●ri.  
Why is young Annas thus with feathers dight?  
And on his shoulder wears a dangling lock?  
The one foretells he'll sooner fly than fight,  
The other shows he's wrapped in's mother's smock.  
But wherefore wears he such a jingling spur?  
O know, he deals with jades that will not sti●●   

306 Most men mistaken.  
Good, bad, rich, poor, the foolish and the sage,  
Do all cry out against the present age:  
Ignorance make us think our young times good,  
Our elder days are better understood:  
Besides griefs past, we easily forget,  
Present displeasures make us sad or fret.   

307 On Glaucus.  
Glaucus' a man, a woman's hair doth wear,  
But yet he wears the same combed out behind:  
So men the wallet of their faults do bear,  
For if before him, he that fault should find:  
I think foul shame, would his fair face invade,  
To see a man so like a woman made.   

308 Of Batardas'.  
Batardas' needs would know his Horoscope,  
To see if he were borne to scape the rope:  
The Magus said, ere thou mine answer have,  
I must the names of both thy parents crave:  
That said, Batardas' could not speak, but spit;  
For on his father's name he could not hit:  
And out of doors at last he stepped with shame,  
To ask his mother for his father's name.   

309 An idle huswife.  
Fine, neat, and curious mistresses Butterfly,  
The idle toy, to please an idiots eyes:  
You, that wish all good huswives hanged, for why,  
Your day's work's done, each morning as you rise:  
Put on your gown, your ruff, your mask, your chain,  
Then dine and sup, and go to bed again.   

310 Consuetudo lex.  
Two Wooers for a Wench were each at strife,  
Which should enjoy her to his wedded wife:  
Quoth th' one, she's mine, because I first her saw,  
she's mine quoth th'other by Pie-corner law:  
Where sticking once a prick on what you buy,  
It's then your own, which no man must deny.   

311 In Battum.  
Battus affirmed no Poet ever writ,  
Before that love inspired his dull-head wit:  
And that himself in love, had wit no more,  
Than one stark mad, though somewhat wise before▪   

312 To women.  
You were created angels pure and fair,  
But since the first fell, tempting devils you are:  
You should be men's bliss, but you prove their rod●  
Were there no women men might live like gods.   

313 On marriage.  
Wedding and hanging the destinies dispatch,  
But hanging to some, seems the better match.   

314 Quidam erat.  
A preaching friar there was, who thus began,  
The scripture saith there was a certain man:  
A certain man? but I do read no where,  
Of any certain woman mentioned there:  
A certain man a phrase in scripture common▪  
But no place shows there was a certain woman:  
And fit it is, that we should ground our faith,  
On nothing more than what the scripture saith.   

315 Against a certain—  
For madmen Bedlam, Bridewell for a knave,  
Choose whether of those two, th' hadst rather have.   

316 Love's progress.  
Love's first approach, delights sweet song doth sing,  
But in departure, she woes sting doth bring.   

417 On old Scylla.  
Scylla is toothless, yet, when she was young,  
She had both teeth enough and to much tongue:  
What shall I then of toothless Scylla say,  
But that her tongue hath worn her teeth away.   

318 On Gallants Cloaks.  
Without, plain cloth, within, plufh ' t? but I doubt  
the wearers worst within, and best without.   

319 On Banks the usurer.  
Banks feels no lameness of his knotty gout,  
His money's travail for him in and out:  
And though the soundest legs go every day,  
He toils to be at hell as soon as they.   

320 Pecunia praevale●s.  
Tell Tom of Plato's worth or Aristotle's?  
Hang't give him wealth enough, let wit stop bottle.   

321 On the same.  
Tom vowed to beat his boy against the wall,  
And as he struck, he forthwith caught a fall:  
The boy deriding said, I do aver,  
YE have done a thing, you cannot stand to ●ir.   

322 On debt.  
To be indebted is a shame men say,  
〈…〉   

323 Vmbras non certus metuit  
Mistress Maryna starts to see a frog,  
A naked rapier or a creeping mouse:  
To hear a Gun, or barking mastive dog,  
Or smell Tobacco, that defiles her house,  
To taste of fish, no man alive shall woeher,  
Yet fears she not what flesh can do unto her.   

324 On women.  
Although they seem us only to affect,  
'Tis their content, not ours, they most respect:  
They for their own ends cunningly can feign,  
And though they have't by nature, yet they'll strain:  
Snre if on earth, by wiles gained might be bliss,  
Staight that I were a woman I would wish.   

325 On Saranzo.  
Soranzoes broad-brimed hat I oft compare,  
To the vast compass of the heavenly sphere:  
His head, the earth's globe, fixed under it,  
Whose centre is, his wondrous little wit.   

326 In Cottam.  
Cotta when he hath dined saith god be praised,  
Yet never praiseth god, for meat or drink:  
Sith Cotta speaketh and not practiceth,  
He speaketh surely what he doth not think.   

327 De cord & lingua.  
The tongue was once a servant to the heart,  
And what it gave she freely did impart:  
But now hypocrisy is grown so strong:  
She makes the heart a servant to the tongue.   

328 On poverty.  
If thou be poor, thou shalt be ever so.  
None now do wealth but on the rich bestow.   

329 Women are men's shadows:  
Follow a shadow it still flies you,  
Seem to fly, it will pursue:  
So court a mistress she denies you,  
Let her alone, she will court you.  
Say are not women truly then,  
Styled but the shadwoes of us men?  
At morn and even shades are longest,  
At noon they are, or short or none:  
So men at weakest they are strongest;  
But grant us perfect they're not known.  
Say are not women truly then  
styled but the shadows of us men?   

330 In ebriosum.  
Fie man (saith she) but I tell mistress An●e,  
Her drunken husband is no drunken man:  
For those wits, which are overcome with drink,  
Are void of reasons and are beasts I think.   

331 Wills error.  
Will says his wife's so fat, she scarce can go,  
But she as nimbly answers faith sir no:  
Alas good Will thou art mistaken quite,  
For all men know, that she is wondrous light.   

332 On Rome.  
Hate & debate, Rome through the world hath spread,  
Yet Ro●a a mock is if backward read:  
Then is't not strange, Rome hate should foster? no,  
For out of backward love all hate doth grow.   

333  
All things have savour, though some very small,  
Nay a box on ●he ear hath no smell at all.   

334 Act, fortune, and ignorance.  
When Fortune fell asleep, and Hate did blind her,  
Art Fortune lost, and Ignorance did find her:  
Sith when, dull Ignorance with Fortune's store,  
Hath been enriched and Art hath still been poor.   

335 On Ebrio.  
See where Don Ebrio like a Dutchman goes,  
Yet drunk with English ale; one would suppose:  
That h●e would shoulder down each door & wall,  
But they must stand, or he, poor fool! must fall:   

336 On love.  
Love hath two divers wings, as lovers say,  
Thou following him, with one he flies away:  
With th' other, if thou fly, he follows thee,  
Therefore the last, Love, only use for me.   

337 On the same.  
Love, as 'tis said, doth work with such strange tools,  
That he can make fools wisemen, wisemen fools:  
Then happy I, for being nor fool nor wise,  
Love with his toys and tools I shall despise.   

338 On a wanton.  
Some the word wanton fetch, though with final ski●  
From those that want one to effect their will:  
If so, I think that wantoness there are none,  
For till the world want men, can they want one!   

339 In procos:  
Who woes a wife, thinks wedded men do know▪  
The only true content, I think not so:  
If Woe in wooers be, that women court,  
As the word Woe in wooers doth import:  
And Woe in women too, that courted be,  
As the word Woe, in women we do see:  
I think 'tis better lead a single life,  
Then with this double woe to woo a wife.   

340 Ingluviem sequitur fames:  
Curio would feed upon the daintyest fare,  
That with the court or country might compare:  
For what let's Curio that he need to care,  
To frolic freely with the proudest that dare:  
But this excess was such in all things rare,  
As he proved bankrupt ere he was aware.   

341 In Corbum.  
Corbus will not, persuade him all I can,  
The world should take him for an gentleman:  
His reasons 's this, because men should not deem,  
That he is such, as he doth never seem.   

342 On Priscus mistress.  
Priscus commends his mistress for a girl,  
Whose lips be rubies, and whose teeth are pearl:  
Th' had need prove so, or else it will be found,  
He pays too dear; they cost him many a pound.   

343 On Women.  
Women think woe— men far more constant be,  
Then we men, and the letter O we see:  
In woe— men, not in we men, as they say,  
Figures earth's constant Orb; we men say nay:  
It means the moon, which proves (none think it strange  
women are constant, & most true in change   

344 On Promises.  
My Mistress swears she'd leave all men for me,  
Yea though that jove himself should rival be:  
She swears it, but what women swear to kind-  
- Loves, may be writ in rapid seas and wind.   

345 To his mistress.  
Take, oh take those lips a way,  
That so sweetly were forsworn:  
And those eyes like break of day.  
Lights that do misled he morn:  
But my kisses bring again,  
Seals of love, though sealed in vain.  
Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,  
Which thy frozen bosom bears:  
On whose tops the pinks that grow,  
Are of those that April wears:  
But first set my poor heart free,  
Bound in those icy chains by thee.   

346 On soldiers.  
Not faith, nor conscience common soldiers carry,  
Best pay, is right; their hands are mercenary.   

347 In Diogenem & Craesum:  
When the tubbed Cynic went to hell, and there,  
Found the pale ghost of golden Croesus' bare,  
He stops; and jeering till he shrugs again,  
Says O! thou richest king of kings what gain  
Have all thy large heaps brought thee, since I spy  
Thee here alone, and poorer now than I?  
For all I had, I with me bring; but thou,  
Of all thy wealth haft not one farthing now.   

348 On a barber.  
Suppose my Barber, when his razors nigh  
My throat, should then ask wealth and liberty:  
I'd promise sure, the Barber asks not this,  
No, 'tis a Thief and fear imperious is.   

349 Drusiu● and Furio.  
Furio would fight with Drusius in the field,  
Because the Straw, stout Drusiu● would not yield,  
On which their mistress trod, they both tid meet,  
Drusius in fight fell dead at Furios' feet,  
One had the Straw, but with it this greek letters  
The other lo●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 think that love is neither god nor boy,  
But a madbraines imaginary toy.   

351 On Durus.  
A friend of Durus coming on a day  
To visit him, finding the doors say nay;  
Being locked fast up, first knocks, and then doth Pause,  
As Lord have mercy on's had been the cause;  
But missing it, he asked a neighbour by  
When the rich Durus were locked and why?  
He said it was a Custom grown of late  
At dinner time to lock your great man's gate.  
Durus ' his poor friend admired & thought the doo●  
Was not for State locked up, but against the poor,  
And thence departing empty of good cheer,  
Said, Lord have mercy on us, is not there.   

352. On a Puritan.  
From impure mouths now many bear the name  
Of Puritan, yet merit not the same,  
This one shall only be my Puritan  
That is a knave, yet seems an honest man.   

353. Quantum mutatus ab illo.  
Pedes grown proud makes men admire thereat  
Whose base breeding, should they think not bear it  
Nay, he on cockhorse rides, how like you that?  
Tut Pedes Proverb is, Win gold and wear it,  
But Pedes you have seen them ri●e in haste,  
That through their pride have broke their necks at last.   

354 On Bibens.  
Bibens to show his liberality,  
Made Lusus drunk; a noble quality,  
And much esteemed, which Bibens fain would prove,  
To be the sign of his familiar-love.  
Lusus beware, thou'lt find him in the end,  
Familiar devil, 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.  
Rustic Superbus fine new cloths hath got,  
Of Taffeta and Velvet, fair in sight;  
The show of which hath so bewitched the sot,  
That he thinks Gentleman to be his right.  
But he's deceived; 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 oaths last day,  
That he would swear, what e'er he thought to say:  
But now such is his chance, whereat h●'s grieved,  
The more he swears, the less he is believed.   

358 On Christmas-Ivy.  
At Christmas men do always Ivy 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 k●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 drunkard's kindness shown,  
To drink his friend a Health, and lose his own?   

360 Of a fat man.  
He's rich, that hath great incomes by the year;  
Then that great bellied man is rich, I'll swear:  
For sure, his belly ne'er so big had been,  
Had he not daily had great comings-in.   

361 Vindicta vim sequitur.  
Kitt being kicked and spurred, pursues the Law,  
That doomed the damage at twice forty pence.  
which, when the party which had wronged him, saw;  
Thought 'twas too great a fine for such offence.  
Why then, quoth Kitt, if I too much request,  
Thou mayst at any time kick out the rest.   

363 On Flaccus.  
Flaccus being young, they said he was a Gull;  
Of his simplicity, 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 lose;  
For why? the Gull is grown to be a Goose.   

363 Per plumas anser.  
See how y●ng Rufus walks in green each day,  
As if he ne'er was youthful until now:  
ere Christmas next, his green Goose will be grey,  
And those high burnished plumes in's cap will bow.  
But you do wrong him, since his purse is full▪  
To call him Goose, that is so young a Gull.   

364 Of jenkyn.  
jenkyn is a rude clown, go tell him so.  
What need I tell, what he himself doth know?  
Perhaps he doth not, than he is a sot;  
For tell me, what knows he that knows it not?   

365 To Fortune.  
Poets say Fortune's blind, and cannot see,  
And therefore to be born withal, if she  
Sometimes drop gifts on undeserving wights:  
But sure they are deceived; she hath her sight,  
Else 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 served with Samo's clay,  
When jewelled plate, and rugged earth was by,  
He seemed to mingle wealth and poverty.  
One asked the cause: he answers, I that am  
Sicilia's King, from a poor Potter came.  
Hence learn, thou that art raised from mean estate▪  
To sudden riches, to be temperate.   

367 On Leucus.  
Leucus loves life, yet liveth wickedly;  
H● ha●eth death, yet wisheth he may die  
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 cracks his spirit, & knows not how to yield;  
Looks big, swears, struts with set-side-arms the streets,  
Yet gently yields the wall to all he meets.  
And to his friends that asks the reason, why?  
His answers this, Myself I grace thereby:  
For every one the common proverb knows,  
That always to the wall the weakest goes.   

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 ca●●▪  
I hope, sweetheart, your head your hat can bear▪   

371 On More-dew.  
More-dew the Mercer, with a kind salute,  
Would needs entreat my custom for a suit:  
Here Sir, quoth he, for Satins, Velvets call,  
What e'er you please, I'll take your word for all▪  
I thanked, took, gave my word; say than,  
Am I at all indebted to this man?   

372 On Sims marriage.  
Six months, quoth Sim, a Suitor, and not sped▪  
ay in a sev'n-night did both woe & wed.  
Who gre●n fruit loves, must take long pains to shake▪  
Thine was some downfall, I dare undertake.   

373 On a Wittol.  
I know my fate, and that must bear;  
And since I know, I need not fear.   

374 On Mopsus.  
Mopsus almost, what e'er he means to speak,  
Before it sir-reverence the way must break:  
Such manners hath sir-reverence learned at school,  
That now sir-reverence Mopsus is a fool.   

375 On Clym.  
Clym calls his wife, & reckoning all his neighbours,  
Just half of them are Cuckolds, he averrs.  
Nay fie, quoth she, I would they heard you speak;  
You of yourself, it seems, no reckoning make.   

376 Turpe lucrum Veneris.  
Will in a wilful humour, needs would wed  
A wench of wonder, but without a stock;  
Whose fame no sooner through the street was spread,  
But thither strait our chiefest Gallants flock.  
Put ca●e she's poor, brings she not chapmen on?  
I hope his stock may serve to graft upon.   

377 On women's f●ults.  
We Men in many faults abound,  
But two in Women can be found:  
The worst that from their sex proceeds,  
Is naught in words, and naught in deeds.   

378 Si hodie tibi, cras mihi.  
A scornful Dame, invited overnight,  
To come and dine next morrow with a Knight,  
Refused his sudden bidding with disdain.  
To whom this message was returned again;  
Sith with so short time she could not dispense,  
To pray her come at that day Twelvemonth hence.   

379 On Law.  
Our civil-law doth seem a Royal thing,  
It hath more Titles than the Spanish King:  
But yet the Common-Law quite puts it down,  
In getting, like the Pope, so many a Crown.   

380 Better lost than found.  
Lo here's a coiner, yet he fears no death,  
For he ne'er stamps in mettle, but in breath:  
Swears from Believe me, & Goodfaith & troth,  
Up to God-damn-me; and without an oath  
Protests in nothing, be he ne'er so bare,  
He's brave in this, that he can bravely swear.   

381 In Coam.  
A nor 〈◊〉 will Coa espy,  
Till she ascend up the corner'd 〈◊〉.   

382 De Ore.  
Os of O, a Mouth, Scaliger doth make;  
And from this letter, Mouth his name doth take.  
I had been in Scaligers belief,  
But that I looked in O, and saw no Teeth.   

383 In Hugonem.  
Though praise, & please, doth Hugo never none,  
Yet praise, and please, doth Hugo ever one;  
For praise, and please, doth Hugo himself alone.   

384 Fronti nulla fides.  
Cantus that Woollward went, was wondered at;  
Which he excused, as done through pure contrition.  
But who so simple, Cantus, credits that?  
'tis too well known, thou art of worse condition.  
And therefore if no linen thee begirt,  
The naked truth will prove, thou hast no shirt.   

385 On Severus.  
Severus is extreme in Eloquence,  
For he creates rare phrase, but rarer sense:  
Unto his Servingman, alias, his Boy.  
H● utters speech exceeding acquaint and coy;  
Diminutive, and my defective slave,  
My Pleasure's pleasure is, that I must have  
My Corpse Coverture, and immediately,  
T'insconce my person from frigidity.  
His man believes all's Welsh his master spoke,  
Till he rails English, Rogue, go fetch my Cloak.   

386 On a Gallant.  
What Gallant's that, whose oaths fly through mine ears?  
How like a Lord of Pluto's Court he swears!  
How Dutchman like he swallows down his drink!  
How sweet he takes Tobacco, till he stink!  
How lofty sprighted, he disdains a Boor:  
How faithful hearted he is to a—!  
How cock-tail proud he doth himself advance!  
How rare his Spurs do ring the Morris-dance!  
Now I protest, by Mistress Susan's Fannio,  
He and his Boy will make a proper Man.   

387 Against Caius.  
Twenty small pieces I'd have borrowed late,  
Which, if bestowed, had been a gift not great:  
For, 'twas a rich fri●nd whom I asked, and old;  
Whose crowded chests would scarce his riches hold.  
He cries, Turn Lawyer, and thou'lt thrive: I'd have  
No Conncell, Caius, give me what I crave.   

388 On Virtue, Milla's maid.  
Saith Aristotle, Virtue ought to be  
Communicative of herself, and free;  
And hath not Virtue, Milla's maid, been so?  
Who's grown hereby, as big as she can go.   

389 On Corydon.  
An homespun Peasant with his Urine-glasse,  
The Doctor asked what Countryman he was.  
Quoth Corydon, with making legs full low,  
Your Worship, that, shall ●y my Water kn●w.   

389 Fam● mendax.  
Report, thou sometime art ambitious,  
At other times, too sparing, covetous;  
But many times exceeding envious,  
And out of time most devilish, furious.  
Of some, or all of these, I dare compound thee;  
But for a Liar ever have I found thee.   

390 On a Spanish soldier.  
A Spanish soldier, sick unto the death,  
His Pistol to's Physician did bequeath.  
Who did demand, what should the reason be,  
'Bove other things to give him that. (Quoth he)  
This, with your practice joined, you may kill,  
Sir, all alive, and have the world at will.   

391 On Otho.  
Three daughters Otho hath, his only heirs,  
But will by no means let them learn to write;  
'Cause, after his own humour, much he fears,  
They'll one day learn, Love-letters to indite.  
The youngest now's with child; who taught her then,  
Or of herself learned she to hold her pen?   

392 On Hypocrisy.  
As Venison in a poor man's kitchen's rare,  
So Hypocrites and Usurers in Heaven are.   

393 On Man and Woman.  
When Man and Woman dies, as Poets sung,  
His Heart's the last that stirs, of hers, the Tongue.   

394 On fabulus.  
I asked fabulus, why he had no wife?  
(Quoth he) because I'd live a quiet life.   

395 On Furnus.  
Furnus takes pains, he need not without doubt;  
O yes, he labours much. How? with the Gout.   

396 On a Thief.  
A Thief condemned for a heinous crime,  
Was for to lose his tongue at the same time:  
But he the Court entreats with feigned tears,  
To spare his Tongue, and cut off both his Ears.  
To t●is, the Judge, and all the Bench agreed,  
A●d for th'Executioner sent with speed:  
Who being come, and searching, there was found  
No Ears, but Hairs; at which, all laughed round▪  
saith th'Ju●ge, thou hast no Ears. Sir (quoth the wight)  
Where there is nought, the King must lose his right.   

397 Quid non ebrietas?  
●ubin reports, his Mistress is a Punk;  
Which being told ●er, was no whit dismayed,  
For sure as death (quoth she) the villains drunk,  
And in that taking, knows not what he said.  
'Twas well excused, but oft it comes to pass,  
That true we find, In vino veritas.   

398 Infirmis-animosus.  
●ontus by no means from his coin departs,  
Z'foot, will you have of men more than their hearts?   

399 A culina ad curiam.  
Lixa, that long a Serving-groom hath been,  
Will now no more the man be known or seen:  
And reason good, he hath that place resigned,  
Witness his cloak, throughout with velvet lined.  
Which by a Paradox comes thus to pass,  
The greasy Gull is turned a gallant ass.   

400 Fruf●ra vocaveris heri.  
Dick had but two words to maintain him ever,  
And t●at was, Stand; and after, stand-Deliver.  
But Dick's in Newgate, and he fears shall never  
Be blest again with that sweet word, Deliver.   

401 Magnis non est morandum.  
See how Silenus walks accomplished,  
With due performance of his father's Page:  
Looks back of purpose to be honoured,  
And on each slight occasion begins to rage;  
You villain, dog, where hath your stay been such?  
Quoth he, the Broker would not lend so muc●.   

402 Puduit sua damna refer.  
Such ill success had Dick, at Dice, last night,  
As he was forced, next day, play least in sight:  
But if you love him, make thereof no speeches,  
He lost his Rapier, Cloak, and velvet Breeches.   

403 Nimis-docuit consuetudo.  
Old Fucus board is oft replenished,  
But nought thereof must be diminished,  
Unless some worthless upper-dish or twain;  
The rest for service still again remain.  
His man that used to bring them in for show,  
Leaving a dish upon the bench below,  
Was by his Master (much offended) blamed:  
Which he, as brief, with answer quickly framed;  
‛Tath been so often brought afore this day,  
As now ch'ad thoft itself had known the way.   

404 Poculo junguntur amici.  
A health, saith Lucas, to his Love's bright eye;  
Which not to pledge, were much indignity:  
You cannot do him greater courtesy,  
Than to be drunk, and damned for company.   

405 Nullum s●imulum ignaris.  
Caecus awake, was told the Sun appeared,  
Which had the darkness of the morning cleared:  
But Caecus sluggish, thereto makes reply,  
The Sun hath further far to go than I   

406 Detur laus digniori.  
Mistress Marina amongst some gossips sat,  
Where faces were the Subject of their chat;  
Some looked too pale, some seemed too fiery red,  
Some brown, some black, and some ill fashioned.  
Good Lord (quoth she) you all are much to blame,  
Let's alone, and praise the maker of the same:  
Her Chamber maid, who heard her, standing by,  
Said, then love me, for that you know was I.   

407 Non p●nna, sed ●sus.  
Caius accounts himself accursed of men,  
Only because his Lady loves him not:  
Who, till he taught her, could not hold her Pen,  
And yet hath since, another Tutor got.  
Caius, it seems, thy skill she did but cheapen,  
And means to try him at another weapon.   

408 An absolute Gallant.  
If you will see true valour here displayed,  
Hear Poly-phemus, and be not afraid:  
D'ye see me wronged, and will ye thus restrain me?  
Sir let me go, for by these hilts I'll brain ye.  
Shall a base patch, with appearance wrong me?  
I'll kill the villain, pray do not prolong me;  
Call my Tobacco putrified stuff?  
Tell me it stinks? say it is dross I snuff?  
Sirrah what are you? why sir what would you?  
I am a Apprentice, and will knock you too:  
O are you so? I cry you mercy then,  
I am to fight with none but Gentlemen.   

409 In Dolentem.  
Dolens doth show his purse, and tells you this,  
It is mor● horrid than a Pest-house is;  
For in a Pest-house many mortals enter,  
But in his purse one angel dares not venture.   

410 Ambo-dexter.  
Two Gentlemen of hot and fiery sprite,  
Took boat and went up westward to go fight;  
Embarked both, for Wend-worth they set Sail,  
And there arriving with a happy gale.  
The Watermens discharged for their fare,  
Then to be parted, thus their minds declare:  
Pray Oars, say they, stay here, and come not nigh,  
We go to fight a little, but here by:  
The Watermens, with Staves did follow then,  
And cried, oh hold your hands, good Gentlemen,  
You know the danger of the Law, forbear;  
So they put weapons up, and fell to swear.   

411 On a Gallant.  
Sirrah come hither, boy, take view of me,  
My Lady I am purposed to go see;  
What, doth my Feather flourish with a grace?  
And this my curled hair become my face?  
How decent doth my doublet's form appear?  
I would I had my suit in Hounds-ditch here.  
Do not my Spurs pronounce a silv●r sound?  
Is not my hose-circumference profound?  
Sir these be well, but there is one thing ill,  
Your Tailor with a sheet of paper-bill,  
Vow's he'll be paid, and Sergeants he hath feed▪  
Which wait your coming forth to do the deed.  
Boy God-a-mercy, let my Lady stay,  
I'll see no Counter for her sake to day.   

412 In sextum.  
Sextus six pockets wears; two for his uses,  
The other four, to pocket up abuses.   

413 Tom's Fortune.  
Tom tells he's robbed, and counting all his losses,  
Concludes, all's gone, the world is full of crosses:  
If all be gone, Tom take this comfort then,  
thouart certain never to have cross again.   

414 Opus & Vsus.  
Opus for need, consumed his wealth apace,  
And ne'er would cease until he was undone;  
His brother Vsus lived in better case  
Than Opus did although the eldest Son.  
'Tis strange it should be so, yet here was it,  
Opus had all the Land, Vsus the Wit.   

415 A good Wife.  
A Bachelor would have a Wife were wise,  
Fair, rich, and young, a maiden for his his bed—  
Nor proud, not churlish, but of faultless size;  
A Country huswife, in the City bred.  
But he's a fool, and long in vain hath stayed;  
He should bespeak her, there's none ready made.   

416 On an inconstant Mistress.  
I dare not much say, when I thee commend,  
Lest thou be changed ere my praises end.   

417 In Lesbiam.  
Why should I love thee Lesbian? I no reason see,  
Then out of reason, Lesbian I love thee.   

418 In Paulinum.  
Paul by day wrongs me, yet he daily swears.  
He wisheth me as well as to his soul:  
I know his drift to damn that he nought cares,  
To please his body; therefore good friend Paul,  
If thy kind Nature, will afford me grace,  
Hereafter love me in thy body's place.   

419 On Zeno.  
Zeno would fain th'old widow Egle have;  
Trust me she's wise, for she is rich and brave:  
But Zeno, Zeno, she will none of you,  
In my mind she's the wiser of the two.   

420 To Cotta.  
Be not wroth Cotta, that I not salute thee,  
I used it whilst I wot thy did repute thee;  
Now thou art made a painted saint, and I,  
Cotta, will not commit Idolatry.   

421 To Women.  
Ye that have beauty, and withal no pity,  
Are like a pricksong lesson without ditty.   

422 On Creta.  
Creta doth love her husband wondrous well,  
It needs no proof, for every one can tell:  
So strong's her love, tha● if I not mist ache,  
It doth extend to others, for his sake.   

423 On Priscus.  
Why still doth Priscus strive to have the wall?  
Because he's often drunk, and fears to fall.   

424 Ictus piscator sapit.  
Brutus at length escaped the Surgeon's hands,  
Begins to frollique as if all were well;  
And would not for the worth of thrice his lands,  
Endure the brunt of such another hell;  
But leaves this farewell, for his Physics hire;  
the child tha●'s burnt, for ever dreads the fire.   

425 On Rufus.  
At all, quoth Rufus, set ye, what you dare?  
I'll throw at all, and 'twere a peck of gold;  
No life lies on't, than coin I'll never spare,  
Why Rufus, that's the cause of all that's sold.  
For with frank gamesters it doth oft befall,  
they throw at all, till thrown quite out of all.   

426 On Tobacco.  
Tobacco is a weed of so great power,  
That it (like earth) doth all it feeds, devour.   

427 Ne● vultus indicat virum.  
Dick in a raging deep discourtesy,  
Called an Attorny mere necessity:  
The more Kna●e he, admit he had no Law,  
Must he be ●louted at by every Daw?   

428. On F●rius.  
Furius a Lover was, and had loving fits▪  
He loved so madly, that he lost his wits;  
Yet he lost nought, yet grant I he was mad,  
How could he lose that which he never had?   

429 Fools Fortune.  
God sends fool's Fortune, but not to all,  
For some are great fools, whose fortunes are small.   

430 Tace sed age.  
Little or nothing said, soon mended is,  
But they that nothing do, do most amiss.   

431 On a Mad-màn.  
One asked a madman if a wife he had?  
A wife, quoth he, I never was so mad.   

432 To Scylla.  
If it be true, that promise is a debt,  
Then Scilla will her freedom hardly get;  
For if she hath vowed her service to so many,  
She'll neither pay them all, nor part from any.  
Yet she to satisfy her debts, desires  
To yield her body (as the Law requires.)   

433 Nescis, quid serus vesper vehat.  
Lyncus deviseth as he lies in bed,  
What new apparel, he were best to make him:  
So many fashions flow within his head,  
As much he fears the Tailor will mistake him:  
But he mistook him not, that by the way,  
Did for his old ●uit lay him up, that day.   

434 To Ficus.  
Ficus hath lost his nose, but knows not how,  
And that seems strange to every one that knows it:  
Methinks I see it written in his brow,  
How, wherefore, and the cause that he did lose it.  
To tell you true, Ficus I thus suppose,  
'Twas some French Cannibal, bit off your nose.   

435 Of Arnaldo.  
Arnaldo free from fault, demands his wife,  
Why he is burdened with her wicked life?  
Quoth she, good husband, do not now repent,  
I far more burdens bear, yet am content.   

436 Quis nisi mentis inops—  
Ware proffered, stinks, yet stay good Proverb, stay,  
Thou art deceived, as clients best can say;  
Who proffering treble fees, for single care,  
It's well accepted, gold it is such ware.   

437 On a Friend indeed.  
A real friend a Canon cannot batter;  
With nom'nall friends, a Squib's a perilous matter.   

438 Man's ingress, and egress.  
Nature, which headlong, into life did throng us,  
With our feet forward, to our grave doth bring us:  
What is less ours, than this our borrowed breathe?  
We stumble into life, we go to death.   

439 On bad debtors.  
Bad debtors are good liars; for they say,  
I'll pay you without fail, on such a day:  
Come is the day, to come the debt is still,  
So still they lie, though stand in debt they will.  
But Fulcus hath so oft lied in this wise,  
That now he lies in Ludgate for his lies.   

440 On a foolish dolt.  
A Justice walking o'er the frozen Thames,  
The Ice about him round, began to crack;  
He said to's man, here is some danger, james,  
I prithee help me over on thy back.   

441 On Panurgus.  
Panurgus pries in high and low affairs,  
He talks of foreign, and our civil state:  
But for his own, he neither counts nor cares;  
That he refers to fortune and his ●ate,  
His neighbour's faults strait in his face he'll find,  
But in a bag he laps his own behind.   

442 To a sleeping talker.  
In sleep thou talk'st unfore-thought mysteries,  
And utter'st unfore-seen things, with close eyes:  
How well wouldst thou discourse, if thou wert dead,  
Since sleep, death's image, such fine talk hath bred?   

443 Omne simile non est idem.  
Together as we walked, a friend of mine,  
Mistook a painted Madam for a sign  
That in a window stood; but I acquainted,  
Told him it was no wooden sign was painted,  
But Madam— yea true said he,  
Yet 'tis little sign of modesty.   

444 Qui ebrius laudat temperantiam.  
Severus likes not these unseasoned lines,  
Of rude absurdities, times foul abuse,  
To all posterities, and their assigns,  
That might have been, saith he, to better use.  
What senseless gull, but reason may convince,  
Or jade so dull, but being kicked will wince.   

445 On Misus.  
They say the Usurer Misus hath a mill,  
Which men to powder grindeth cruelly;  
But what is that to me? I fear no ill,  
For smaller than I am, I cannot be.   

446 On wisdom and virtue.  
Wisemen are wiser than goodmen, what then?  
'Tis better to be wiser than wise men.   

447 On Ducus.  
Ducus keeps house, and it with reason stands,  
That he keep house, hath sold away his lands,   

448 On Mysus, and Mopsus.  
Mysus and Mopsa hardly could agree,  
Striving about superiority:  
The Text which saith that man and wife are one,  
Was the chief argument they stood upon.  
She held, they both one woman should become:  
He held, they should be man, and both but one.  
So they contended daily, but the strife;  
Could not be ended, till both were one wife.   

448 On Photinus.  
I met Photynus at the B. Court,  
Cited (as he said) by a knave relator:  
I asked him wherefore? he in laughing sort,  
Told me it was but for a childish matter.  
How ere he laughed it out, he lied not:  
Indee d'twas childish, for the child he got.   

449 On Castriotes.  
See, see, what love is now betwixt each fist,  
Since Castriotes had a scabby wrist:  
How kindly they, by clawing one another,  
As if the left ha●d were the right hands brother.   

450 New Rhetoric.  
Good arguments without coin, will not stick,  
To pay, and not to says best Rhetoric.   

451 Est mihi Diva parens.  
Ominous wondereth, since he came from Wales,  
What the description of this Isle might be;  
That ne'er had seen but mountains, hills, and dales,  
Yet would he boast, and stand on's pedigree.  
From Rice ap Ric●ard, sprung from Dick a Cow,  
Be cod was right good gentleman, look ye now?   

452 On T●irsites.  
Although Thirsites have a filthy facae,  
And staring eyes, and little outward grace:  
Yet this he hath, to make amends for all,  
Nature h●r self, is not more natural.   

453 On Zoylus.  
If Soldiers may obtain four Terms of war,  
Muskets should be the pleaders, Pikes the bar:  
For black bags, Bandeleirs, Jackets for gowns,  
Angels for fees; we'll take no more cracked crowns.   

454 On a swearing Gallant.  
What God commands, this wretched creature loathes,  
He never names his Maker, but by oaths:  
And wears his tongue, of such a damned fashion,  
That swearing is his only recreation.  
In morning, even assoon as he doth rise,  
He swears his sleep is scarcely out of's eyes;  
Then makes him ready, swearing all the while,  
The drowsy weather did him much beguile.  
Got ready, he, to dice or tables goes,  
Swearing an oath, at every cast he throws:  
To dinner next, and then in stead of Grace,  
He swears his stomach is in hungry case.  
No sooner dined, but calls, come take away,  
And swears 'tis late, he must go see a Play.  
There sits, and swears, to all he hears and see's,  
This speech is good, that action disagrees.  
So takes his Oa●es, and swears he must make haste,  
His hour of Suppertime is almost past.   

455 On a long Beard.  
Thy Beard is long, better it would thee ●it,  
To have a shorter Beard, and longer wit.   

456 On myself.  
Who seeks to please all men each way,  
And not himself offend;  
He may begin to work to day,  
But God knows when he'll end.   

457 To the mis-interperter.  
Cease gauled backed guilt, those inscious lines to mince,  
The world will know y'are rubbed if once you wince  
They him within their ●eeming Critic wall,  
Particularly none, generally all:  
Amongst which if you have chanced 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 them, each one.  
A half blind-boy, born of a half blind mother,  
Peerless for beauty, save compared to th' other;  
Fair 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 thou shouldst do penance do it in a sheet.   

460 Of C●irst crucified.  
When red the Sun goes down, we use to say  
It is a sign, we shall have a fair day:  
Blood red the Sun of Heaven went down from hence  
And we have had fair weather ever since.   

461 On himself.  
Mirth pleaseth some, to others 'tis offen●e,  
Some commend plain conceits, some profound sense  
Some wish a witty jest, some dislike that,  
And most would have themselves they know not what  
Then he that would plea●e all, and himself too,  
Takes more in hand than he is like to do.   

462 To young men.  
Young men fly, when beauty darts  
Amorous glances at your hearts,  
The fixed mark gives your shooter aim,  
And Lady's looks have power to maim,  
Now 'twixt their lips, now in ●heir eyes  
Wrapt in a kiss or smile love lies,  
Then fly betimes for only 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, think you must  
Mend yourself, else you're unjust  
When you dip my nib in Ink,  
Think on him that gall did drink,  
When the Ink sheds from your pen,  
Think who shed his blood for men;  
When you write, but think on this,  
And you ne'er shall write amiss.   

464 A rarity.  
If thou be'st born to strange sights,  
Things invisible to see:  
Ride ten thousand days and nights,  
Till age snow white hairs on thee.  
And thou when thou returnest wilt tell me;  
All strange wonders that befell thee,  
And thou ' lt swear that no where  
Lives a maiden true and fair.   

465 Upon Tom Toltham's nose.  
The radiant colour of Tom Toltham's nose,  
Puts down the lily and obscures the rose;  
Had I a jewel of such precious hue,  
I would present it to some Monarch's view,  
No subject should possess such gems as those  
Ergo, the King must have Tom Toltham's nose.   

466 Upon Thorough-good an unthrift.  
Thy sir name Thorough-good befitteth thee,  
Thou Thorough-good, and good goes through thee  
Nor thou in good, nor good in thee doth stay,  
Both of you, through go, and pass away.   

467 In Amorem.  
Love, if a God thou art, then evermore thou must  
Be merciful and just,  
If just thou be, O wherefore doth thy dart,  
Wound mine alone, and not my Mistress heart?  
If merciful, then why am I to pain reserved,  
Who have the truly served?  
Whiles she that for thy power cares not a fly,  
Laughs 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 be,  
With frost and snow, and pinching weather,  
Companions about three times three,  
Lay close all in a bed together;  
Yet one after other they took● a heat,  
And died that night all in a sweat.   

469 On the new aressing.  
Ladies that wear black cypress veils,  
Turned lately to white linen rails,  
And to your girdle wear your bands;  
And show your arms in stead of hands:  
What can you do in Lent more meet,  
As fittest dress, than wear a sheet:  
'Twas once a band, 'tis now a cloak,  
An acorn one day proves an oak,  
Wear but your lawn unto your feet,  
And then your band will prove a sheet:  
By which device and wise excess,  
You do your penance in a dress,  
And none shall know, by what they see,  
Which Lady's censured, which goes free.   

469 Thus answered.  
Black Cypress veils are shrouds of night,  
White linen rails are rails of light;  
Which though we to our girdles wear,  
W'have hands to keep your arms off there;  
Who makes our bands to be a cloak,  
Makes john a Styles of john an Oak:  
We wear our linen to our feet,  
Yet need not make our band a sheet.  
Your Clergy wears as long as we,  
Yet that implies conformity:  
Be wise, recant what you have writ,  
Lest you do penance for your wit:  
Love charms have power to wove a string  
Shall tie you, as you tied your ring,  
Thus by loves sharp, but just decree  
You may be censured, we go free.   

470 Amicitia.  
What's friendship? 'tis a treasure,  
'tis a pleasure:  
Bred 'twixt two worthy spirits,  
by their merits:  
'Tis two minds in one, meeting  
never fleeting:  
Two wills in one consenting,  
each contenting,  
One breast 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 Mistress.  
I cannot pray you in a studied stile,  
Nor speak words distant from my heart a mile;  
I cannot visit Hyde-park every day,  
And with a hackney court my time away;  
I cannot spanniolize it week by week,  
Or wait a month to kiss your hand or cheek;  
If when you're loved you cannot love again,  
Why do but say so, I am out of pain.   

472 On the Queen of Bohemia.  
You meaner Beauties of the night,  
Which poorly satisfy 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 appear,  
By your purple mantle known;  
Like proud virgins of the year,  
As if the Spring were all your own;  
What are you when the rose is blown?  
You wand'ring chanters of the wood,  
That fill the air with nature's lays:  
Thinking your passions understood,  
By weak accents, where's your praise,  
When Philomel her voice shall raise:  
So when my Princess shall be seen,  
In sweetness of her looks and mind:  
By virtues first, than choice a Queen,  
Tell me, was she not designed,  
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 truly thankful is not poor,  
Yours be the bounty then, mine the great debt,  
On which no time, nor power can ransom set.   

474 Fatum Supremum.  
All buildings are but monuments of death,  
All clothes but winding sheets for our last knell,  
All dainty fatting for the worms beneath,  
All curious music, but our passing bell;  
Thus death is nobly waited on, for why?  
All that we have is but death's livery.   

475 On his Mrs. death  
Unjustly we complain of fate,  
For shortening our unhappy days,  
When death doth nothing but translate  
And print us in a better phrase;  
Yet who can choose but weep? not I,  
That beauty of such excellence,  
And more virtue than could die;  
By deaths rude hand is ravished hence,  
Sleep blest creature in thine Urn,  
My sighs, my tears shall not awake thee,  
I but stay until my turn  
And then, Oh then! I'll 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 she'll cause me to despair,  
Be she too easy, she's as light as fair;  
'Tis 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 fear,  
What a change of flesh is here;  
Think how many royal bones,  
Sleep within this heap of stones,  
Here they lie, had realms and lands;  
Who now want strength to stir their hands;  
Where from their Pulpits seeled with dust,  
They preach, In greatness is no trust;  
Here's an acre sown indeed,  
With the richest royal'st seed,  
That the earth did ere suck in  
Since the first man died for sin,  
Here the bones of birth have cried,  
Though Gods they were, as men they died:  
Here are sands, ignoble things,  
Dropped from the ruin'd sides of Kings;  
Here's a world of pomp and state,  
Buried in dust, once dead by fate.   

478 Semel it sa●ivimus.  
Beldame, God bless thee, thou want'st nought but wit  
And having gotten that, we're freed from it,  
Bridewell, I cannot any way dispraise thee  
For thou dost feed the poor and jerk the lazy.  
Newgate, of thee I cannot much complain;  
For once a month, thou freest men out of pain,  
But from the Counters gracious Lord defend us:  
To Bedlam, Bridewell, or to New gate send us,  
For there in time wit, work, or law sets free;  
But here wit, work, nor law gets liberty.   

479 On the Marriage of one Turbolt, with Mrs. Hill.  
What are Deucalion's days returned 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 hills to sport?  
And yet this hill, though never tired with standing  
Lay gently down to give a Turbolt landing.   

480 Upon Anna's marriage with a lawyer.  
Anne is an angel, what if so she be?  
What is a angel? but a lawyers fee.   

481 In Cupidinem.  
Who grafts in blindness may mistake his stock,  
Love hath no tree, but that whose bark is smock.   

482 Aenigma.  
The Devil men say in Devonshire died of late;  
But Devonshire lately lived in rich estate,  
Till Rich his toys did Devonshire so bewitch,  
As Devonshire died and left the Devil rich.   

483 On Cupid.  
Why feign they Cupid robbed of sight;  
Can he whose seat is in the eye, want light?   

484 An answer.  
Experience shows, and reason doth decree  
That he who sits in's own light cannot see.   

485 Barten Holiday to the Puritan on his Technogamia.  
'Tis not my person, nor my play,  
But my surname, 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 awful to the puritan  
Then Talbot unto france, or Drake to Spain▪   

486 On a Picture.  
This face here pictured 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 thiefs for their unlawful stealing,  
The law carts bawds for keeping of the door,  
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 City Venice.  
When in the Adriatic Neptune saw  
How Venice stood, and gave the seas their law,  
Boast thy Tarpeian towers, now jove said he,  
And Mars thy walls, if Tiber 'fore the sea  
Thou dost prefer, view both the cities odds,  
Thou'l● say that men built Rome, Venice, the gods.   

488 To a Lady that every morning used to paint her fa●e.  
Preserve what nature gave you, nought's more base,  
Th●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 morn,  
That I would wear, yet could not wind a horn  
And I replied he perfect truth should find it,  
Many did wear the horn that could not wind it,  
Howe'er of all that man may wear it best,  
Who makes claim to it as his ancient crest.   

490 Upon Marriage.  
Marriage as old men note, hath likened been  
Unto a publique feast or common rout,  
Where those that are without, would fain get in,  
And those that are within would fain get out.   

491 Quicquid non nummus.  
The moneyed man can safely sail all seas,  
And make his fortune as himself shall please,  
He can wed Danae, and command that now  
Acrisius self that fatal match allow:  
He can declaim, chide, censure verses, write,  
And do all things better than Cato might;  
He knows the Law and rules it, hath and is  
Whole Servius, and what Labeo can possess,  
In brief let rich men wish what e'er they love,  
'Twill come, they in a locked chest keep a jove.   

492 On Anna's a news-monger.  
Annas hath long ears for all news to pass:  
His ears must needs be long for he's an ass.   

494 Semel in●anivimus omnes.  
Thus have I waded through a worthless task,  
Whereto I trust there's no exception ta'en,  
For meant to none, I answer such as ask,  
'Tis like apparel made in birchen lane;  
If any please to suit themselves and wear it,  
The blames not mine but theirs that needs will wear 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 books  
Rather be pleasing to the guests than cooks.   

496 Ad sesquipedales poetastros.  
Hence Brauron's God to Tauriminion,  
And you Levaltoring Corybants be gone;  
Fly thundering Bronsterops to Hippocrene,  
And Maur●s to nymph nursing Mytelene;  
Grisly Maegeras necromantique spell  
Depart to black nights Acheronticke cell:  
Avaunt transformed Epidarian,  
Unto th' Antipod Isles of Tabraban,  
Away Cyllenius plumy-pinnioned God,  
With thy peace making wand, snake charming rod  
And all the rest not daring look upon  
Vranus' blood-borne brood, and fell Typhon  
Chimaeras victor great Bellepheron;  
Thou vanquisher of Spanish Geryon,  
Stout Asdrubal Sicilian Lord of yore,  
Thou that destroyd'st the Caledonian bore;  
Courageous conqueror of Crete's Minotaur,  
Thou pride of Mermeros ' cloudy Semitaure.  
Perseus whose marble stone transforming shield;  
Enforced the whale, Andromeda to yield,  
You Argonauts that scoured Syndromades,  
And passed the quick sands of Semplegades,  
Help Demogorgon, King of heaven and earth,  
Chaos Lucina at Litigiums' birth,  
The world with child looks for delivery  
Of Cannibals or Poetophagie;  
A devilish brood, from Ericthonius,  
From Iphidemia, Nox, and Erebus,  
Chide Pegasus for opening Helicon,  
And Poets damn to Pery-Phlegeton,  
Or make this monstrous birth abortive be  
Or else I will shake hands with poetry.   

497 A Serving man.  
One to a Serving man this council sent,  
To get a Master that's intelligent;  
Then if of him no wages he could get,  
Yet he would understand he's in his debt.   

498 Two Thiefs.  
Two Thiefs by night began a lock to pick,  
One in the house awake; thus answered quick,  
Why how now? what a stir you there do keep,  
Go home again, we are not yet asleep.   

499 A Physician and a Farrier.  
A neat Physician for a Farrier sends  
To dress his horse, promising him amends.  
Nay (quoth the Farrier) amends is made,  
For nothing do we take of our own trade.   

500 A poor Peasant.  
A poor man being sent for to the King,  
Began to covet much a certain thing  
Before he went: being but an Iron nail,  
His friend did ask him what it would avail?  
(Quoth he) this is as good as one of steel,  
For me to knock now into fortune's wheel.   

501 Three Pages.  
Three Pages on a time together met,  
And made a motion, that each one would let  
The other know what he'd desire to be  
Having his wish, thereto they did agree.  
Quoth one, to be a Melon I would choose,  
For then I'm sure, none would refuse  
To kiss my breech although the scent were hot,  
And so they'd know whether I were good or not.   

502 A Gentleman and his Physician.  
A Gentleman not richest in discretion,  
Was always sending for his own physician.  
And on a time he needs would of him know,  
What was the cause his pulse did go so slow?  
Why (quoth the Doctor) thus it comes to pass,  
Must needs go slow, which goes upon an ass.   

503 A Peasant and his wife.  
A Peasant with his wife was almost wild,  
To understand his Daughter was with child,  
And said if to the girl she'd taken heed,  
she'd not been guilty of so foul a deed.  
Husband (said she) I swear by cock,  
(Welfare a good old token)  
The Dev'll himself can't keep that lock  
Which every key can open.   

504 Glass.  
He that loves Glass without a G,  
Leave out L and that is he.  
— Nihil hic nisi carmina desunt.    

EPITAPHS.  

1. On a travelling beggar.  
HEre lies a Vagrant person whom our laws,  
(Of late grown strict) denied passage, cause  
He wandered thus, therefore return he must,  
From whence at first he hither came, to dust.   

2. On a Mason.  
So long the Mason wrought on other's walls,  
That his own house of clay to ruin falls:  
No wonder spiteful death, wrought his annoy,  
He used to build, and death seeks to destroy.   

3. On a Dyer.  
Though death the Dyer colourlesse hath made,  
Yet he dies pale, and will not leave his trade;  
But being dead, the means yet doth not lack  
To die his friend's cloth into mourning black.  
Some sure foresaw his death, for they of late  
Used to exclaim upon his dying fate.  
And weak, and faint, he seemed ofttimes t'have been,  
For to change colours, often he was seen;  
Yet there no matter was so foul, but he  
Would set a colour on it handsomely.  
Death him no unexpected stroke could give  
That learned to die, since he began to live.  
He shall yet prove, what he before hath tried,  
And shall once more, live after he hath died.   

4. Of a Schoolmaster.  
The grammar School a long time taught I have,  
Yet all my skill could not decline the grave,  
But yet I hope it one day will be show'ne  
In no case save the Ablative alone.   

5. On William Shakespeare.  
Renowned Spencer lie a thought more nigh  
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumond lie  
A little nearer Spencer, to make room  
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb  
To lodge all four in one bed make a shift  
Until Doom's day, for hardly will a fifth  
Betwixt this day and that by Fates be slain▪  
For whom your curtains may be drawn again.  
If your precedency in death do bar  
A fourth place in your sacred Sepulchre;  
Under this sacred marble of thine own,  
Sleep rare Tragedian Shakespeare! sleep alone.  
Thy unmolested peace in an unshared cave  
Possess as Lord, not tenant of thy grave.  
That unto us, and others it may be  
Honour hereafter to be laid by thee.   

6. On a youth.  
Now thou hast Heaven for merit, but 'tis strange  
Mortality should envy at thy change:  
But God thought us unfit, for such as thee,  
And made thee consort of eternity.  
We grieve not then, that thou to heaven art taken  
But that thou hast thy friends so soon forsaken▪   

7. On Prince Henry.  
I have no vein in verse, but if I could,  
Distil on every word a pearl I would.  
Our sorrow's pearls drop not from pens, but eyes,  
Whilst other's Muse? write, mine only cries.   

8. On a Footboy that died with overmuch running.  
Base tyrant death thus to assail one tired  
Who scarce his latest breath being left expired;  
And being too too cruel thus to stay  
So swift a course, at length ran quite away.  
But pretty boy, be sure it was not death  
That left behind thy body out of breath:  
Thy soul and body running in a race,  
Thy soul held out; thy body tired apace,  
Thy soul gained, and left that lump of clay  
To rest itself, until the latter day.   

9 On Hobson the Carrier.  
Hobson, (what's out of sight is out of mind)  
Is gone, and left his letters here behind.  
He that with so much paper used to meet;  
Is now, alas! content to take one sheet.   

10. Another.  
He that such carriage store, was wont to have,  
Is carried now himself unto his grave:  
O strange! he that in life ne'er made but one,  
Six Carriers makes, now he is dead and gone.   

11. Another.  
Here Hobson lies, pressed with a heavy load,  
Who now is gone the old and common Road;  
The waggon he so loved, so loved to ride,  
That he was drawing on, whilst that he died.   

12. Another.  
Hobson●s not dead but Charles the Northern swain  
Hath sent for him, to draw his lightsome-waine.   

13. On a treacherous Warrener.  
Behold here lies a scalded pate quite bore▪  
In catching coneys, who lost many a hare.   

14. On a fair damosel.  
Life is the Road to death, & death Heaven's gate must be,  
Heaven is the throne of Christ, & Christ is life to me.   

15. On a Footman.  
This nimble footman ran away from death,  
And here he rested being out of breath;  
Here death him overtook, made him his slave,  
And sent him on an errand to his grave.   

16. On Queen Anne, 〈◊〉 died in March, was kept all April, and buried in May.  
March with his winds hath struck a Cedar tall,  
And weeping April mourns the Cedar's fall;  
And May intends her month no flowers shall bring  
Since she must lose, the flower of all the spring.  
Thy March his winds have caused April showers  
And yet sad May must lose his flower of flowers.   

17. justus Lipsius.  
Some have high mountains of Parian stone,  
And some in brass carve their inscription,  
Some have their tombs of costly marble reared,  
But in our tears, only art thou interred.   

18. On a child of two years old, being borne and dying in july.  
Here is laid a July-flow'r  
With surviving tears bedewed  
Not despairing of that hour  
When her spring shall be renewed;  
ere she had her Summer seen,  
She was gathered, fresh and green.   

29. Another.  
Like bird of prey,  
Death snatched away,  
This harmless dove,  
Whose soul so pure  
Is now secure  
In heaven above.   

20. Another.  
That flesh is grass  
It's grace a flower  
Read e'er you pass  
Whom worms dovour●.   

21. On a Cobbler.  
Death at a Cobbler's door oft made a stand,  
And always found him on the mending hand;  
At last came death in very foul weather,  
And ripped the sole, from the upper leather:  
Death put a trick upon him, and what was't?  
The cobbler called for's awl, death brought his last.   

22. On a Lock-smith.  
A zealous Lock-smith died of late,  
Who by this time's at heaven-gate  
The reason why he will not knock  
Is, 'cause he means to pick the lock.   

23. On a Collier.  
Here lies the Collier Jenkin Dashes,  
By whom death nothing gained he swore,  
For living he was dust and ashes:  
And being dead, he is no more.   

24. On Dick Pinner.  
Here lies Dick Pinner, O ungentle death!  
Why didst thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath?  
For living, he by scraping of a pin  
Made better dust, than thou hast made of him.   

25. On M. Thomas Best.  
With happy stars he sure is blest,  
Where ere he goes, that still is Best.   

26. On Robin.  
Round Robyn's gone, & this grave doth enclose  
The pudding of his doublet and his hose.   

27. On Proud Tygeras'.  
Proud and foolish, so it came to pass,  
He lived a Tiger, and he died and Ass.   

28. On john Cofferer.  
Here lies john Cofferer, and takes his rest,  
Now he hath changed a coffer for a chest.   

29. On blind and deaf Dick Freeman.  
Here lies Dick Freeman  
That could not hear, nor see man.   

30. On a Miller.  
Death without warning, was as bold as brief,  
When he killed two in one, Miller & Thief.   

31. On a disagreeing couple.  
Hîc jacet ille, qui ●enties & mille:  
Did scold with his wife,  
cum illo jacet illa, quae communis in villâ  
did quittance his life:  
His name was Nick, the which was sick,  
And that very malè,  
Her name was Nan, who loved well a man,  
So gentlemen vale.   

32. On a Sack-sucker.  
Good reader bless thee, be assured,  
The spirit of Sack lies here immured:  
Who havocked all he could come by  
For Sack, and here quite sacked doth lie.   

33. On a Lady.  
Here lies one dead under this marble stone,  
Who when she lived, lay under more than one▪   

34. On a Westler.  
Death to this Wrestler, gave a fine fall;  
That tripped up his heels, and took no hold at all.   

35. On john Death.  
Here's Death intterred, that lived 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 tomb.  
Of all aspersions I excuse him not,  
'Tis known he lived not, without many a blot;  
Yet he no ill example showed to any,  
But rather gave good copies unto many:  
He in good letters always hath been bred  
And hath writ more, than 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 ruined many.  
That not without good reason, we might call  
His letters great or little Capital:  
Yet is the Scrivener's fate as sure as just,  
When he hath all done, than he falls to dust.   

37. On a Chandler.  
How might his day's end that made weeks? or he  
That could make light, here laid in darkness be?  
Yet since his weeks were spent how could he chose  
But be deprived of light & his trade lose.  
Yet dead the Chandler is, and sleeps in peace,  
No wonder! long since melted was his grease:  
It seems that he did evil, for daylight  
He hated, and did rather wish the night,  
Yet came his works to light, & were like gold  
Proved in the fire, but could not trial hold.  
His candle had an end, and death's black night  
Is an extinguisher of all his light.   

38. On a young gentlewoman.  
Nature in this small volume was about  
To perfect what in women was left out;  
Yet careful lest a piece so well begun  
Should want preservatives when she had done:  
ere she could finish, what she undertook,  
Threw dust upon it, and shut up the book.   

39 On an Infant.  
The reeling world turned poet, made a play,  
I came to see't, disliked it, went my way.   

40. On a Lady dying quickly after her husband.  
He first deceased, she a little tried  
To live without him, liked not, and died.   

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 pass,  
For to his vice the Smith addicted was.  
He oft, (as choler is increased by fire)  
Was in a fume, and much inclined to ire.  
He had so long been used to forge, that he  
Was with a black coal marked for forgery  
But he for witness needed not to care,  
Who but a blacke-smith was, though never so fair.  
And opertunities he slacked not  
That knew to strike, then when the iron was hot  
As the doore-nailes he made, he's now as dead,  
He them, & death him, hath knocked on the head.   

42. On. Mr. Stone.  
Jerusalem's curse is not fulfilled in me,  
For here a stone upon a stone you see.   

43. On a Child.  
Into this world as stranger to an Inn  
This child came guestwise, where when it had been  
A while and found nought worthy of his stay,  
He only broke his fast & went away.   

44. On a man drowned in the snow.  
Within a fleece of silent waters drowned;  
Before my death was known a grave I found.  
That which exiled my life from her sweet home,  
For grief strait froz itself into a tomb.  
One element my angry fate thought meet  
To be my death, grave, tomb, & winding-sheet,  
Phoebus himself mine Epitaph had writ,  
But blotting many ere he thought one fit;  
He wrote until my grave, and tomb were gone,  
And t an Epitaph that I had none;  
For every one that passed by that way,  
Without a sculpture read that there I lay;  
Here now the second time untombed I lie,  
And thus much have the best of Destiny:  
Corruption from which only one was free,  
Devoured my grave but did not feed on me:  
My first grave took me from the ●ace of men,  
My last shall give me back to life again.   

45. On Prince Henry.  
In nature's law 'tis a plain case to die,  
No cunning Lawyer can demur on that;  
For cruel death and destiny,  
Serve all men with a Latitat.  
So Princely Henry; when his case was tried,  
Confessed the action, paid the debt, and died.   

46. On. Mr. Strange.  
Here lies one Strange, no Pagan, Turk, nor Jew  
It's strange, but not so strange as it is true.   

47. On a Scholar.  
Forbear friend it unclasp this book  
Only in the forefront look,  
For in it have errors been,  
Which made th' author call it in:  
Yet know this, 't shall have more worth,  
At the second coming forth.   

48. On a young woman.  
The body which within this earth is laid,  
Twice six weeks knew a wife, a saint, a maid;  
Fair maid, chaste wife, pure saint, yet 'tis not strange  
She was a woman therefore pleased to change:  
And now she's dead, some woman doth remain  
For still she hopes, once to be changed again.   

49. On Brawn.  
Here Brawn the quondam beggar lies▪  
Who counted by his tale,  
Full sixscore winters in his life;  
Such virtue is in ale.  
Ale was his meat, ale was his drink,  
Ale did him long reprieve,  
And could he still have drunk his ale,  
He had been still alive.   

50. On a liar.  
Good passenger! here lies one here,  
That living did lie every where.   

51. On a Dyer.  
He lives with God none can deny,  
That while he lived to th' world did die.   

52. On a Candle.  
Here lies (I wot) a little star  
That did belong to Jupiter,  
Which from him Prometheus stole  
And with it a fire-coale.  
Or this is that I mean to handle,  
Here doth lie a farthing-candle  
That was loved well, having its light,  
But losing that, now bids good-night.   

53. Another.  
Here lies the chandler's chiefest say  
Here lies the scholars pale-faced boy,  
Having nought else but skin and bone  
Died of a deep consumption.   

54. On M. R.  
Who soon dies lives long enough,  
Our life is but a blast or puff.  
I did resist and strive with death  
But soon he put me out of breath;  
He of my life thought to bereave me  
But I did yield only to breathe me.  
O'er him I shall in triumph sing,  
Thy conquest grave, where is thy sting?   

55. On an Innkeeper.  
It is not I that die, I do but leave an Inn,  
Where harboured was with me all filthy kind of sin;  
It is not I that die, I do but now begin  
Into eternal joy by faith to enter in.  
Why weep you then my friends, my parents & my kin  
Lament ye when I lose, but weep not when I win   

56. On Hobson the Carrier.  
Whom seek ye sirs? Old Hobson? fie up●n  
Your tardiness, the carrier is gone.  
Why stare you so? nay you deserve to fail,  
Alas here's naught, but his old rotten mail.  
Her went a goodwhile since, no question store  
Are glad, who vexed he would not go before:  
And some are grieved he's gone so soon away,  
The Lord knows why he did no longer stay.  
How could he please you all? I'm sure of this,  
He lingered sound howsoe'er you miss.  
But gone he is, nor was he surely well  
At his departure as mischance befell,  
For he is gone in such unwonted kind  
As ne'er before, his goods all left behind.   

57 On Bolus.  
If gentleness could tame the fates, or wit  
Delude them, Bolus had not died yet;  
But one that death o'er rules in judgement sits,  
And says our sins are stronger than our wits.   

58. On juggler.  
Death came to see thy tricks and cut in twain  
Thy thread, why didst not make it whole again   

59 On a Child.  
A child and dead? alas! how could it come?  
Surely thy thread of life was but a thrumme.   

60. On a Clown.  
Softly tread this earth upon,  
For here lies our Corydon  
Who through care to save his sheep  
Watched too much, oh let him sleep!   

60. On Queen Anne.  
thou to invite the great God sent his star,  
Whose friends & kinsmen mighty Princes are  
For though they run the race of men and die,  
Death serves but to refine their majesty.  
So did the Queen from hence her court remove,  
And left the earth to be enthroned above.  
Thus is she changed not dead, no good Prince dies  
But like the daystar, only sets to rise.   

62. On Sir Horatio Palavozeene.  
Here lies Sir Horatio Palavozeene,  
Who robbed the Pope to pay the Queen,  
And was a thief. A thief? thou liest:  
For why, he roboed but Antichrist.  
Him death with his besom swept from Babram,  
Into the bosom of old Abraham:  
But than came Hercules with his club,  
And struck him down to Belzebub.   

63. On an only child.  
Here lies the father's hope, the mother's joy,  
Though they seem hapless, happy was the boy  
Who of this life, the long and tedious race,  
Hath travelled out in less than 2 month's space;  
Oh happy soul to whom such grace was given▪  
To make so short a voyage back to heaven,  
As here a name & christendom t'obtain  
And to his maker then return against.   

64. Another.  
As careful nurses on their beds do lay,  
Their babes which would too long the wantoness play▪  
So to prevent my youth's ensuing crimes  
Nature my nurse laid me to bed betimes.   

65. On a Musitian.  
Be not offended at our sad complaint,  
You choir of Angels, that have gained a Saint!  
Where all perfection met in skill and voice,  
We mourn our loss, but yet commend your choice.   

66. On Prince Henry.  
Did he die young? oh no, it could not be,  
For I know few, that lived so long as he.  
Till God and all men loved him, then be bold  
The man that lives so long must needs be old.   

67. On a Cobbler.  
Come hither, read, my gentle friend!  
And here behold a cobler's end.  
Longer in length his life had gone,  
But that he had no last so long;  
O mighty death! whose dart can kill,  
The man that made him souls at will.   

68 On Master Do.  
Do is my name, and here I lie,  
My Grammar tells me, Do fit Di.   

69. On a Gardener.  
Could he forget his death that every hour  
Was emblem'd to it, by the fading flower?  
Should he not mind his end? yes sure he must  
That still was conversant 'mong beds of dust.   

70. On Edmund Spencer, poet laureate.  
He was, and is (see then where lies the odds)  
Once god of Poets, Poet now to th' gods,  
And though his time of life, be gone about,  
The life of his lines never shall wear out.   

71. Ou Taylour a Sergeant, killed by a Horse.  
A Taylour is a thief, a Sergeant is worse  
Who here lies dead, god-a-mercy horse.   

71. On Sir Francis Drake, drowned.  
Where Drake first found, there last he lost his fame  
And for his tomb left nothing but his name.  
His body's buried under some great wave,  
The sea that was his glory, is his grave.  
Of him no man, true Epitaph can make,  
For who can say, here lies Sir Francis Drake?   

73. On a Drunkard.  
By●ax the drunkard, while he lived would say,  
The more I drink the more me think's I may:  
But see how death hath proved his saying just,  
For he hath drunk himself as dry as dust.   

74. On a Child.  
Tread softly passenger! for here doth lie  
A dainty Jewel of sweet infancy:  
A harmless babe, that only came & cried  
In baptism to be washed from sin and died.   

75. Another.  
In this marble-casket lies  
A matchless jewel of rich prize  
Whom nature in the world's disdain  
But showed and put it up again.   

76. On Master Stone.  
Here worthy of a better chest,  
A precious stone enclosed doth rest  
Whom nature had so rarely wrought  
That Pallas it admired and thought,  
No greater jewel, than to wear  
Still such a diamond in her ear:  
But sickness did it from her wring,  
And placed it in Libitina's ring,  
Who changed natures work a new  
And death's pale image, in it drew▪  
Pity that pain had not been saved▪  
So good a stone to be engraved.   

77. On Master Aire.  
Under this stone of marble fair  
Lies th'body ' ntombed of Gervase Aire.  
He died not of an ague fit  
Nor surfeited of too much wit,  
Me thinks this was a wondrous death,  
That Air should die for want of breath.   

78. On a young man.  
Surprised by grief and sickness here I lie,  
Stopped in my middle age and soon made dead,  
Yet do not grudge at God, if soon thou die,  
But know he trebles favours on thy head.  
Who for thy morning work, equals thy pay,  
With those that have endured the heat of day   

79. On Master Sand's.  
Who would live in others breath?  
Fame deceives the dead man's trust,  
When our names do change by death;  
Sands I was and now am dust.   

80. On a Scholar.  
Some do for anguish weep, for anger I,  
That ignorance should live, and art should die.   

81. On Master Goad.  
Go add this verse, to Goad's hearse,  
For Goad is gone, but whither?  
Goad himself, is gone to God  
'Twas death's goad drove him thither.   

82. On Master Monday.  
Hallowed be the Sabboath,  
And farewell all worldly pelf;  
The week begins on Tuesday,  
For Monday hath hanged himself.   

83. On the two Littleton's who were drowned at Oxford. 1636.  
Herelye we (reader canst thou not admire?)  
Who both at once by water died and fire,  
For whilst our bodies perished in the deep,  
Our souls in love burnt, so we fell asleep,  
Let this be then our Epitaph, here lies  
Two, yet but one, one for the other dies.   

84. On a Matron.  
Here lies a wife was chaste, a mother blest,  
A modest Matron, all these in one chest:  
Sarah unto her mate, Marry to God,  
Martha to men, whilst here she had abode.   

85. In Latin thus.  
Vxor casta, parens foelix, matrona pudica,  
Sara viro, mundo Mart●a, Maria De●.   

86. On a Butler.  
That death should thus from hence our Butler  
Into my mind it cannot quickly sink,  
Sure death came thirsty to the butt'ry-hatch catch  
When he (that buisyed was) denied him drink.  
Tut 'twas not so, 'tis like he gave him liquor  
And death made drunk, 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 Soldier.  
When I was young in wars I shed my blood,  
Both for my King and for my country's good;  
In elder years, my care was chief to be  
Soldier to him that shed his blood for me.   

88 On a Tobacconist.  
Lo here I lie, rolled up like th' Indian weed  
My pipes I have packed up, for breath I need.  
Man's breath's a vopour, he himself is grass  
My breath, but of a weed, the vapour was.  
When I shall turn to earth, good friends! beware  
Lest it evap'rate and infect the air.   

94. On Master Thomas Allen.  
No Epitaphs need make the just man famed,  
The good are praised, when they are only named   

89. On Master Cook.  
To God, his country, and the poor, he had  
A zealous Soul, free heart, and liberal mind.  
His wife, his children, and his kindred sad  
Lack of his love, his care, and kindness find:  
Yet are their sorrows assuaged with the thought  
He hath attained the happiness he sought.   

90. On a Printer whose wife was lame.  
Sleep William! sleep, she that thine eyes did close  
Makes lame jambiques for thee, as she goes.   

91. On a Tailor who died of the stitch.  
Here lies a Tailor in this ditch,  
Who lived and died by the stitch.   

92. On a dumb fellow dying of the colic.  
Here lies john Dumbello,  
Who died because he was so  
For if his breech could have spoke,  
His heart surely had not broke.   

92. On Isabel a Courtesan.  
He who would write an Epitaph  
Whereby to make fair Is'bell laugh,  
Must get upon her, and write well  
Here underneath lies Isabell.   

94. On a virtuous wife, viz. Susanna wife to Mr. William Horsenell.  
In brief, to speak thy praise let this suffice,  
Thou wert a wife, most loving, modest, wise;  
Of children careful, to thy neighbour's kind,  
A worthy mistress and of liberal mind.   

95. On M. Christopher Lawson.  
Death did not kill unjustly this goodman,  
But death in death by death did show his power,  
His pious deeds & thoughts to heaven foreran;  
There to prepare his soul a blessed bower.   

96. On Hobson the Carrier.  
Here Hobson lies amongst his many betters,  
A man unlearned, yet a man o● letters,  
His carriage was well known, oft hath he gone  
In Embassye 'twixt father and the son;  
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 lo●t his way,  
His team was of the best, nor would he have  
Benee mined 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 swain  
And supreme waggoner, next Charles his wain.   

97. On a Welshman.  
Here lies puried under these stones  
Shone ap Williams ap jenkyn ap jones,  
Her was porne in Wales, her was killed in France  
Her went to Cottpy a fery mischance,  
Lafoy ye now.   

98. On M. Prick.  
Upon the fith day of November  
Christ's College lost a privy, member▪  
Cupid and death did both their arrow's mick,  
Cupid shot short, but death did hit the prick.  
Women lament and maidens make great moans  
Because the Prick 〈…〉 the stones.   

99 On a Porter.  
At length by work of wondrous face  
Here lies the porter of Wynchester-gate:  
If gone to heaven, as much I fear,  
He can be but a porter there:  
He feared not hell so much for's sin,  
As for th' great rapping and oft coming in.   

100 On M. Carter, burnt by the great powder- mischance in Finsbury.  
Here lies an honest Carter (yet no clown)  
Unladen of his cares, his end the crown,  
Vanished from hence even in a cloud of smoke,  
A blowne-up Citizen, and yet not broke.   

101. On a Lady dying in Childbed.  
Born at the first to bring another forth,  
She leaves the world, to leave the world her worth  
Thus Phaenix-like, as she was borne to bleed  
Dying herself, renews it in her seed.   

102. On Prince Henry.  
Lo where he shineth yonder  
A fixed star in heaven,  
Whose motions thence, comes under  
None of the Planets seven:  
If that the Moon should tender,  
The Sun her love and marry,  
They both could not engender,  
So bright a star as Harry.   

10. Upon one, who died in prison.  
Reader, I lived, inquire no more,  
Lest a spy enter in at door,  
Such are the times a deadman dare  
Not trust or credit common air:  
But die, and lie entombed here,  
By me, I'll whisper in thine ear  
Such things as only dust to dust,  
(And without witness) may entrust.   

14. On Sir Walter Rawleygh.  
If spite be pleased, when as her object's dead,  
Or Malice pleased, when it hath bruised the head  
Or envy pleased, when it hath what it would,  
Then all are pleased, for Rawleyh's blood is cold,  
Which were it warm & active would o'ercome  
And strike the two first blind, the other dumb.   

105. On Doctor Hacket's wife.  
Drop mournful eyes your pearly trick'ling tears  
Flow streams of sadness, drown the spangled spheres  
Fall like the tumbling cataracts of Nile,  
Make deaf the world with cries; let not a smile  
Appear, let not an eye be seen to sleep  
Nor slumber, only let them serve to weep  
Her dear lamented death, who in her life  
Was a religious, loyal, loving wife,  
Of children tender to an husband kind  
Th'undoubted symptoms of a virtuous mind  
Which makes her glorious, 'bove the highest pole,  
Where Angels sing sweet Requicins to her soul  
She lived a none-such, did a non-such dye  
Near Non-such here her corpses interred lie.   

107. On Waddham. Colledge-Butler.  
Man's life is like a new turned cask they say,  
The fore-most draught is most times cast aw●y,  
Such are our younger years, the following still,  
Are more and more inclining unto ill;  
Such is our manhood, until age at length,  
Doth sour its sweetness & doth stop its strength  
Than death prescribing to each thing its 〈◊〉  
Takes what is left, and turns it all to grounds.   

107. On a Horse.  
Here lies a Horse, who died but  
To make his master go on foot.  
A miracle should it be so  
The dead to make the lame to go;  
Yet fate would have it, that the ●ame  
Should make him go, that made him lame.   

108. On Aratyne.  
Here biting Aretyne lies buried,  
With gall more bitter never man was fed.  
The living, nor the dead to carp he spar'de,  
Nor yet for any King or Caesar cared.  
Only on God to rail he had forgot.  
His answer was, indeed I know him not.   

109. On William Coale an Ale-house-keeper, at Coaton near Cambridg●.  
Doth William Coale lie here? henceforth 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 Coal, and turned it into ashes.   

110. On one Andrew Leygh who was vexed with a shrewd wife, in his life-time.  
Here lies Leygh, who vexed with a shrewd wife  
To gain his quiet, parted with his life,  
But see the spite, she, that had always crossed  
Him living, dies, & mean's to haunt his Ghost.  
But she may fail, for Andrew out of doubt  
Will cause his brother Peter, shut her out.   

111. On Richard Burbage a famous Actor.  
— Exit Burbage.   

112. On an Infant unborn, the Mother dying in travel.  
The Father digged a pit, and in it left  
Part of himself interred, that soon bereft  
The Mother of the gift, she gave, life; so  
Both now are buried in one tomb of woe.  
'Tis strange the mother should a being give▪  
And not have liberty to make it live.  
'Twas strange, that the child blindfold espied  
So quick and near a way to parricide;  
Yet both are justly questioned, child and Mother  
Are guilty of the kill of each other.  
Not with an ill intent, both did desire  
Preserves for life, and not a funeral fire;  
And yet they needs must die, & 'twas thought best  
To keep the infant in the mother's chest;  
It had both life and death from her, the womb  
In which it was begot, became the tomb;  
There was some marble saved, because in her  
The womb that bore it, was a sepulchre;  
Whose Epitaphs are these,- here lies a child that shall  
Be free from all sins but original.  
Here lies a pitied mother that did die  
Only to bear her poor child company.   

113. In quendam.  
Stay mortal, stay, remove not from this tomb  
Before thou hast considered well thy dumb;  
My bow stands ready bend & could●st it see  
Mine arrow's drawn to head, and aims at thee;  
Prepare yet wand'ring ghost, take home this line  
The grave that next is oped, may be thine.   

114. On Sir Philip Sy●ney.  Reader. 
Within this ground sir Philip Sidney lies  
Nor is it fit that more,  
I should acquaint,  
Lest superstition rise  
And men adore,  
A Lover, Scholar, Soldier, & a Saint.   

115. Upon john Crop, who died by taking a vomit.  
Man's life's a game at tables, and he may  
Mend his bad fortune, by his wiser play;  
Death pla●'s against us, each disease and sore  
Are blotts, if hit, the danger is the more  
To lose the the game; but an old slander by  
Binds up the blotts, and cures the malady,  
And so prolongs the game; John Crop was he  
Death in a rage did challenge for to see  
His play, the dice are thrown, when first he drink's  
Cast's, makes a blot, death hits him with a Sink  
He casts again, but all in vain, for death  
By th' aftergame did win the prize, his breath  
What though his skill was good, his luck was bad  
For never mortal man worse casting had.  
But did not death play false, to w●nne from such  
As he, no doubt he bore a man too much.   

116. On Q Elizabeth  
King's, Queens, Men's, Virgin's eye  
See, where the Mirror lies.  
In whom her friend's have seen,  
A King's state in a Queen:  
In whom her foes survay'd,  
A man's heart in a Maid:  
Whom least men for her piety  
Should grow to think some deity,  
Heaven hence by death did summon  
Her, to show she was a woman.   

117. On a virtuous youth.  
Reader, let a stone thee tell  
That in this body, there did dwell  
A soul as heavenly, rich, and good  
As e'er could live in flesh and blood:  
And therefore heaven that held it dear,  
Did let it stay the less while here;  
Whose corpse here sacred ashes makes  
Thus heaven and earth have parted stakes.   

118. On a learned Noble man.  
He that can read a sigh and spell a tear,  
Pronounce amaze-ment, or accent wild fear,  
Or get all grief by heart, he, only he  
Is fit to write, or read thy Elegy.  
Unvalued Lord! that were't so hard a Text,  
Read in one age and understood i'th' next.   

119. On a Lady.  
Finis and Bonum are converted, so  
That every good thing to an end must go.   

120. On. Mr. Mychael Drayton buried in Westminster, Admarmor Tumulj.  
Do pious Marble let thy Readers know  
What they and what their children owe  
To Drayton's sacred name, whose ●ust  
We recommend unto thy trust.  
Protect his memory, preserve his story  
And a lasting monument of his glory,  
And when thy ruins shall disclaim  
To be the Treasury of his name:  
His name, which cannot fade, shall be  
An everlasting monument to thee.   

121. On a Falconer.  
Death with her talons having seized this prey,  
After a tedious flight trussed him away.  
We marked him, here he fell, whence he shall rise  
At call, till then unretriu●d here he lies.   

122. On a Cocke-master.  
Farewell stout hott-spur, now the battle's done  
In which th' art foyied, & death hath overcome  
Having o're-matcht thy strength, & made thee stoop  
She quickly forced thee on the pit to droop  
From whence thou art not able, rise or stir:  
For death is now become, thy vanquisher.   

123▪ On a pious benefactor.  
The poor, the world, the heavens, & the grave  
His alms, his praise, his soul, and body have.   

124. Upon Hodge Pue's Father.  
Oh cruel death that stopped the view;  
Of Thom's parishioner goodman Pew,  
Who lived always in good order,  
Until that death stopped his recorder,  
Which was betwixt Easter and Penticost,  
In the year of the great frost,  
At New-market then was the King:  
When as the bells did merrily ring;  
The Minister preached the day before  
Unto his highness, and no more,  
Returning home said prayers, and  
Bnried the man as I understand.   

125. On M. Washington, page to the Prince.  

Knewest thou whose these ashes were;  
Reader thou wouldst weeping swear,  
The rash fate erred here; as appears,  
Counting his virtues for his years,  
His goodness made them so o'er seen,  
Which showed him threescore; at eighteen.   

Inquire not his disease or pain!  
He died of nothing else but spain,  
Where the worst calenture he feels,  
Are Jesuits, and Alguaziles,  
Where he is not allowed to have,  
(Unless he steal't) a quiet grave.   

He needs no other Epitaph or stone  
But this, here lies loved Washington,  
Write this in tears, in that loose dust  
And every grieved beholder must,  
When he waigh●s him, and knows his years▪  
Renew the let●ers with his tears.    

126. On Gustavus Adolphus, King of Sweden.  
The world expects Swede's monumental stone,  
Should equal the Philosophers, each groan  
Should breathe a golden vein, and every verse  
Should draw Elixir from his fatal hearse.  
No fitter subject where strong lines should meet  
Than such a noble centre; could the feet  
Of able verse but trace his rectories,  
They need not fear o'er strained Hyperboles,  
Where all's transoendent, who out-paralelled  
Plutarch's selected Heroes; and is held  
The tenth of Worthies, who hath overacted  
Great Caesar's German-comments, & contracted  
His expeditions by preventing awe,  
He often over-came before he saw;  
And (what of his great son Jove used to say)  
He always either found or made his way.  
Such was his personal and single fight,  
As if that death itself had ta'en her flight  
Into brave Swedens' scabbard, when he drew;  
Death with that steel inevitably flew;  
His camp a church, wherein the Gen'rall's life  
Was the best Sermon, and the only strife  
‛ Amongst his was to repeat it, bended knee  
Was his prime posture, and his enemy  
Found this most praevalent, his discipline  
Impartial and exact, it did outshine  
Those antique Martiall-Graecian, Roman lamps  
From which most of the world's succeeding camps  
Have had their borrowed light; this, this was he  
All this and more, yet even all this can die.  
Death surely ventured on the Swede ' to try  
If heaven were subject to mortality;  
And shot his soul to heaven, as if that she  
Could (if not kill) unthrone a deity  
Bold death's deceived, 'tis in another sense  
That heaven is said to suffer violence.  
No yr'n chain-shot, but 'tis the golden chain  
Of virtue and the Graces, are the main  
That do unhinge the everlasting gates  
All which like yoked undivided mates,  
Were linked in Sweden, where they were enchained  
Like Orthodoxal volumes nothing feigned,  
Though fairly bound his story is not dipped  
In oil, ●ut in his own true Manuscript.  
It is enough to name him, surely we  
Have got that Roman's doting Lethargy  
And may our names forget, if so we can  
Forget the name of Sweden; renown●d man!  
Thou hadst no sooner made the Worthies ten  
But heaven did claim the tenth; zealous that men  
Would idolise thee, but their inst●ment.  
Thus thy Meridian proved thy Occiden.  
Had longer days been granted by the fates,  
Rome had heard this Hannibal at her gates  
Farewell thou Austrian scourge,  
thou modern wonder,  
Srange rain hath followed  
thy last clap of thunder,  
A shower of tears:  
and yet for aught we know,  
The Horn that's left.  
may blow down Jericho.  
FINIS.    

Imprimatur.  
Octob. 8. 1639. Matth. Clay.   

OUTLANDISH PROVERBS, SELECTED  
LONDON, Printed by T. P. for Humphrey Blunden; at the Castle in Corn-bill. 1640.   

Outlandish PROVERBS.  
1. MAN Proposeth, God disposeth.  
2. He begins to die, that quits his desires.  
3. A handful of good life, is better than a bushel of learning.  
4. He that studies his content, wants it.  
5. Every day brings his bread with it.  
6. Humble Hearts, have humble desires.  
7. He that stumbles and falls not, mends his pace.  
8. The House shows the owner.  
9 He that gets out of debt, grows rich.  
10. All is well with him, who is beloved.  
41. All came from, and will go to others.  
42. He that will take the bird, must not scare it.  
43. He lives unsafely, that looks too near on things.  
44. A gentle housewife, mars the household.  
45. A crooked log makes a straight fire.  
46. He hath great need of a fool, that plays the fool himself.  
47. A Merchant that gains not, looseth.  
48. Let not him that fears feathers, come among wildfowl.  
49. Love, and a Cough cannot be hid.  
50. A Dwarf, on a Giant's shoulder, sees further of the two.  
51 He that sends a fool, means to follow him.  
52. Brabbling Curs never want sore ears.  
53. Better the feet slip then the tongue.  
54. For washing his hands, none fells his lands.  
55. A Lion's skin is never cheap.  
56. The goat must browse where she is tied.  
57 Who hath a Wolf for his mate, needs a Dog for his man.  
58. In a good house all is quickly ready.  
59 A bad dog never sees the Wolf.  
60. God oft hath a great share in a little house.  
61. Ill ware is never cheap.  
62. A cheerful look, makes a dish a feast.  
63. If all fools had babbles, we should want fuel.  
64. Virtue never grows old.  
65. Evening words are not like to morning.  
66. Were there no fools, bad ware would not pass.  
67. Never had ill workman good tools.  
68 He stands not surely, that never slips.  
69. Were there no hearers, there would be no backbiters.  
70. Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.  
71. When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.  
72. At Length the Fox turns Monk.  
73. Flies are busiest about lean horses.  
74. Hearken to reason or she will be heard.  
75. The bird loves her nest.  
76. Every thing new, is fine.  
77. When a dog is a drowning, every one offers him drink.  
78. Better a ba●e foot than none.  
79. Who is so deaf, as he that will not hear.  
80. He that is warm, thinks all so.  
81. At length the Fox is brought to the Furrier.  
82. He that goes barefoot, must not plant thorns.  
83. They that are booted are not alwa●es ready.  
84. He that will learn to pray, let him go to Sea.  
85. In spending, lies the advantage.  
86. He that lives well is learned enough.  
87. Ill vessels seldom miscarry.  
88 A full belly neither fights nor flies well.  
89. All truths are not to be told.  
90. An old wise man's shadow, is better than a young buzzards sword.  
91. Noble houskeepers need no doors.  
93. Every ill man hath his ill day.  
93. Sleep without supping, and wake without owing▪  
94. I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heir.  
95. Assai●e who will, the valiant attends.  
96. Whether goest grief? where I am wont.  
97. Praise day at night, and life at the end.  
98. Whether shall the Ox go, where he shall not labour.  
99 Where you think there is bacon, there is no Chimney.  
100 Mend your clothes, and you may hold out this year.  
101. Press a stick, and it seems a youth.  
●02. The tongue walks where the teeth speed not.  
103. A fair wife and a frontier Castle breed quarrels,  
104. Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth, lest it turn to earnest.  
105. Deceive not thy Physician, Confessor, nor Lawyer.  
106. Ill natures, the more you ask them, the more they stick.  
107. Virtue and a Trade are the best portion for Children.  
108. The Chicken is the Countries, but the City eateth it.  
109. He that gives thee a Capon, give him the leg and the wing.  
110. He that lives ill, fear follows him.  
111. Give a clown your finger, and he will take your hand.  
112. Good is to be sought out, and evil attended.  
113. A good paymaster starts not at assurances.  
114. No Alchemy to saving.  
115. To a grate full man give money when he asks.  
116. Who would do ill ne'er wants occasion.  
117. To fine folks a little ill finely wrapped.  
118. A child correct behind and not before.  
119. To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foul.  
120. Keep good men company, and you shall be of the number.  
121. No love to a Fathers.  
122. The Mill gets by going.  
123. To a boiling pot flies come not.  
124. Make haste to an ill way that you may get out of it.  
125. A snow year, a rich year.  
126. Better to be blind, then to see ill.  
127. Learn weeping, and thou shalt laugh gaining.  
128. Who hath no more bread than need, must not keep a dog.  
129. A garden must be looked unto and dressed as the body.  
130. The Fox, when he cannot reach the grapes, says they are not ripe.  
131. Water trotted is as good as oats.  
132. Though the Mastiff be gentle, yet by't him not by the lip.  
133. Though a lie be well dressed, it is ever overcome.  
134. Though old and wise, yet still advise.  
135. Three helping one another, bear the burden of six.  
136. Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.  
137. Happy is he that chastens himself.  
138. Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.  
139. The wrongs of a Husband or Master are not reproached.  
140 Welcome evil, if thou comest alone.  
141. Love your neighbour, yet pull not down your hedge.  
142. The bit that one eats, no friend makes.  
143. A drunkard's purse is a bottle.  
144. She spins well that breeds her children.  
145. Good is the mora that makes all sure.  
146. Play with a fool at home, and he will play with you in the market.  
147. Every one stretcherh his legs according to his coverlet.  
148. Autumnal Agues are long, or mortal.  
149 Marry your son when you will; your daughter when you can.  
150. Dally not with money or women.  
151. Men speak of the fair, as things went with them there.  
152. The best remedy against an ill man, is much ground between both.  
143. The mill cannot grind with the water that's past.  
154. Corn is cleaned with wind, and the soul with chastenings.  
155. Good words are worth much, and cost little.  
156. To buy dear is not bounty.  
157. Jest not with the eye or with Religion.  
158. The eye and Religion can bear no jesting.  
159. Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know yourself.  
160. Buy at a fair, but sell at home.  
161. Cover yourself with your shield, and care not for cries.  
162. A wicked man's gift hath a touch of his master.  
163. None is a fool always, every one sometimes.  
164. From a choleric man withdraw a little, from him that says nothing, for ever.  
165. Debtors are liars.  
166. Of all smells, bread: of all tastes, salt.  
167. In a great River great fish are found, but take heed, lest you be drowned.  
168. Ever since we wear clothes, we know not one another.  
169. God heals, and the Physician hath the thanks.  
170. Hell is full of good meanings and wish.  
171. Take heed of still waters, the quick pass away.  
172. After the house is finished, leave it.  
173. Our own actions are our security, not others judgements.  
178. Think of ease, but work on.  
179. He that lies long a bed his estate feels it.  
180. Whether you boil snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.  
181. One stroke fells not an oak.  
182. God complains not, but doth what is fitting.  
183. A diligent Shcoller and the Master's paid.  
184. Milk says to wine, welcome friend.  
185. They that know one another, salute a far off.  
186. Where there is no honour, there is no grief.  
187. Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.  
188. He that stays does the business.  
189 Alms never make poor others.  
190. Great almes-giving lessens no man's living.  
191. Giving much to the poor, doth enrich a man's store.  
192. It takes much from the account, to which his sin doth amount.  
193. It adds to the glory both of soul and body.  
194 Ill comes in by els, and goes out by inches.  
195 The Smith and his penny both are black.  
196 Whose house is of glass, must not throw stones at another.  
197. If the old dog bark he gives counsel.  
198. The tree that grows slowly, keeps itself for another.  
199. I wept when I was borne, and every day shows why.  
200. He that looks not before, finds himself behind.  
201. He that plays his money ought not to value it.  
202. He that riseth first, is first dressed.  
203. Diseases of the eye are to be cured with the elbow.  
204. The hole calls the thief.  
205. A gentleman's grayhound, and a salt-box; seek them at the fire.  
206. A child's service is little, yet he is no little fool that despiseth it.  
207. The river past, and God forgotten.  
208. Evils have their comfort, good none can support (to wit) with a moderate and contented heart.  
209. Who must account for himself and others, must know both.  
210. He that eats the hard shall eat the ripe.  
211. The miserable man makes a penny of a farthing, and the liberal of a farthing six pence.  
212. The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.  
213. Waight and measure take away strife.  
214. The son full and tattered, the daughter empty and fine.  
215. Every path hath a puddle.  
216. In good years' corn is hay, in ill years' straw is corn.  
217. Send a wise man on an errand, and say nothing unto him.  
218. In life you loved me not, in death you bewail me.  
219. Into a mouth shut, fly's fly not.  
220. The heart's letter is read in the eyes  
221. The ill that comes out of our mouth ●alles into our bosom.  
222. In great pedigrees there are Governors and Chandler's.  
223. In the house of a Fiddler, all fiddle.  
224. Sometimes the best gain is to lose.  
225. Working and making a fire doth discretion require.  
226. One grain fills not a sack, but helps his fellows.  
227. It is a great victory that comes without blood.  
228. In war, hunting, and love, men for one pleasure a thousand griefs prove.  
229. Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty days.  
230. Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.  
231. Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.  
232. Honour and profit lie not in one sack.  
233. A naughty child is better sick, then whole.  
234. Truth and oil are ever above.  
235. He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head.  
236. Advise none to marry or to go to war.  
237. To steal the Hog, and give the feet for alms.  
238. The thorn comes forth with his point forwards.  
239. One hand washeth another, and both the face.  
240. The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.  
241. The corn hides itself in the snow, as an old man in furs.  
242. The Jews spend at Easter, the Moors at marriages, the Christians in suits.  
243. Fine dressing is a foul house swept before the doors.  
244. A woman and a glass are ever in danger.  
245. An ill wound is cured, not an ill name.  
246. The wise hand doth not all that the foolish mouth speaks.  
247. On painting and fight look aloof.  
248. Knowledge is folly, except grace guide it.  
249. Punishment is lame, but it comes.  
250. The more women look in their glass, the less they look to their house.  
251. A long tongue is a sign of a short hand.  
252. Marry a widow before she leave mourning.  
253. The worst of law is, that one suit breeds twenty.  
254. Providence is better than a rent.  
255. What your glass tells you, will not be told by Council.  
256. There are more men threatened then stricken.  
257. A fool knows more in his house, than a wise man in another's.  
258. I had rather ride on an ass that carries me, than a horse that throws me.  
259, The hard gives more than he that hath nothing.  
260. The beast that goes always never wants blows.  
261. Good cheap is dear.  
262. It costs more to do ill then to do well.  
263. Good words quench more than a a bucket of water.  
264. An ill agreement is better than a good judgement.  
265. There is more talk than trouble.  
266. Better spare to have of thine own, then ask of other men.  
267. Better good afar off, then evil at hand.  
268. Fear keeps the garden better, than the gardener.  
269. I had rather ask of my sire brown bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.  
270. Your pot broken seems better than my whole one.  
271. Let an ill man lie in thy straw, and he looks to be thy heir.  
272. By suppers more have been killed then Galen ever cured.  
273. While the discreet advise the fool doth his business.  
274. A mountain and a river are good neighbours.  
275. Gossips are frogs, they drink and talk.  
276. Much spends the traveller, more than the abider.  
277. Prayers and provender hinder no journey.  
278. A well-bred youth neither speaks of himself, nor being spoken to is silent.  
279. A journeying woman speaks much of all, and all of her.  
280. The Fox knows much, but more he that catcheth him.  
281. Many friends in general, one in spcciall.  
282. The fool asks much, but he is more fool that grants it.  
283. Many kiss the hand, they wish cut off.  
284. Neither bribe nor lose thy right.  
285. In the world who knows not to swim, goes to the bottom.  
286. Choose not an house near an Inn, (viz for noise) or in a corner (for filth.)  
287. He is a fool that thinks not, that another thinks.  
288. Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.  
289. The Lion is not so fierce as they paint him.  
290. Go not for every grief to the Physician, nor for every quarrel to the Lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.  
291. Good service is a great enchantment.  
292. There would be no great ones if there were no little ones.  
293. It's no sure rule to fish with a crossbow.  
294. There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.  
295. The groundsel speaks not save what it heard at the hinges.  
296. The best mirror is an old friend.  
297. Say no ill of the year, till it be past.  
298. A man's discontent is his worst evil.  
299. Fear nothing but sin.  
300. The child says nothing, but what it heard by the sire.  
301. Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.  
302. That is not good language which all understand not.  
303. He that burns his house warms himself for once.  
304. He will burn his house, to warm his hands.  
305. He will spend a whole years rend at one meal's meat.  
306. All is not gold that glisters.  
307. A blustering night, a fair day.  
308. Be not idle and you shall not be longing.  
309. He is not poor that hath little, but he that desireth much.  
310. Let none say, I will not drink water.  
311. He wrongs not an old-man that steals his supper from him.  
312. The tongue talks at the heads cost.  
313. He that strikes with his tongue, must ward with his head.  
314. Keep not ill men company, lest you increase the number.  
315. God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made havens, and to rivers fords.  
316. A rugged stone grows smooth from hand to hand.  
317. No lock will hold against the power of gold.  
318. The absent party is still faulty.  
319. Peace, and Patience, and death with repentance.  
320. If you lose your time, you cannot get money nor gain.  
321. Be not a Baker, if your head be of butter  
322. Ask much to have a little.  
323. Little sticks kindle the fire; great ones put it out.  
324. Another's bread costs dear.  
325. Although it rain, throw not away thy watering pot.  
326. Although the sun shine, leave not thy cloak at home.  
327. A little with quiet is the only dye●.  
328. In vain is the mill clack, if the M●●er his hearing lack.  
329. By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is past, see how that which is to come will be drawn on.  
330. Stay a little and news will find you.  
331. Stay till the lame messenger come, if you will know the truth of the thing.  
332. When God will, no wind, but brings rain.  
333. Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.  
334. Pull down your hat on the winds side.  
335. As the year is, your pot must seethe.  
336. Since you know all, and I nothing, tell me what I dreamt last night.  
337. When the Fox preacheth, beware geese.  
338. When you are an Anvil, hold you still; when you are a hammer strike your fill.  
339. Poor and liberal, rich and covetous.  
340. He that makes his bed ill, lies there.  
341. He that labours and thrives spins gold.  
342. He that sows trusts in God.  
343. He that lies with the dogs, riseth with fleas.  
344. He that repairs not a part, builds all.  
345. A discontented man kwes not where to sit easy.  
346. Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.  
347. He that dines and leaves, lays the cloth twice.  
348. Who eats 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 be handsome, strong, rich, or wise.  
350. He that doth what he will, doth not what he ought.  
351. He that will deceive the fox, must rise betimes.  
352. He that lives well sees a far off.  
353. He that hath a mouth of his own, must not say to another; Blow.  
354. He that will be served must be patient.  
355. He 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. He that demands misseth not, unless his demands be foolish.  
360. He that hath no honey 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 mouths at us, is courteous.  
363. He that looseth his due, gets not thanks.  
364. He that believeth all, misseth, he that believeth nothing, hits not.  
365. Pardons and pleasantness are great revenges of slanders.  
366. A married man turns his staff into a stake.  
367. If you would know secrets, look them in grief or pleasure.  
368. Serve a noble disposition, though poor, the time comes that he will repay thee.  
369. The fault is as great as he that is faulty.  
370. If folly were grief every house would weep.  
371. He that would be well old, must be old betimes.  
372. Sat in your place and none can make you rise.  
373. If you could run, as you drink, you might catch a hare.  
374. Would you know what money is, Go borrow some.  
375. The morning Sun never lasts a day.  
376. Thou hast death in thy house, and dost bew ail another's.  
377. All griefs with bread are less.  
378. All things require skill, but an appetite.  
379. All things have their place, knew we, how to place them.  
380. Little pitchers have wide ears.  
381. We are fools one to another.  
382. This world is nothing except it tend to another.  
383. There are three ways, the Universities, the Sea, the Court.  
384. God comes to see without a bell.  
385. Life without a friend is death without a witness  
386. Cloth thee in war, arm thee in peace.  
387. The horse thinks one thing, and he that saddles him another.  
388. Mills and wives ever want.  
389. The dog that licks ashes, trust not with meal.  
390. The buyer needs a hundred eyes, the seller not one.  
391. He carries well, to whom it weighs not.  
392. The comforters head never aches.  
393. Step after step the ladder is ascended.  
394. Who likes not the drink, God deprives him of bread.  
395. To crazy ship all winds are contrary.  
396. Justice pleaseth few in their own house.  
397. In times comes he, whom God sends.  
398. Water a far off quencheth not fire.  
399. In sports and journeys men are known.  
400. An old friend is a new house.  
401. Love is not found in the market.  
402. Dry feet, warm head, bring safe to bed.  
403. He is rich enough that wants nothing.  
404. One father is enough to govern one hundred sons, but not a hundred sons one father.  
405. far shooting never killed bird.  
406. An upbraided morsel never choked any.  
407. Dearths foreseen come not.  
408. An ill labourer quarrels with his tools.  
409. He that falls into the dirt, the longer he stays there, the fowler he is.  
410. He that blames would buy.  
411. He that sings on friday, will weep on Sunday.  
412. The charges of building, and making of gardens are unknown.  
413. My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the Escurial.  
414. A hundred load of thought will not pay one of debts.  
415. He that comes of a hen must scrape.  
416. He that seeks trouble never misses.  
417. He that once deceives is ever suspected.  
418. Being on sea sail, being on land settle.  
419. Who doth his own business, fowls not his hands.  
420. He that makes a good war makes a good peace.  
421. He that works after his own manner, his head aches 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 own.  
424. He that hath the spice, may season as he list.  
425. He that hath a head of wax must not walk in the sun.  
426. He that hath love in his breast, hath spurs in his sides.  
427. He that respects not, is not respected.  
428. He that hath a Fox for his mate, hath need of a net at his girdle.  
429. He that hath right, fears, he that hath wrong, hopes.  
430. He that hath patience hath fat thrushes for a farthing.  
431. Never was strumpet fair.  
432. He that measures not himself, is measured.  
433. He that hath one hog makes him fat, and he that hath one son makes him a fool.  
434. Who let's his wife go to every feast, and his horse drink at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.  
435. He that speaks sows, and he that holds his peace, gathers.  
436. He that hath little is the less dirty.  
437. He that lives most dies most.  
438. He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.  
439. He that's fed at another's hand may sray long ere he be full.  
440. He that makes a thing too fine, breaks it.  
441. He that bewails himself hath the cure in his hands.  
442. He that would be well, needs not go from his own house.  
443. Council breaks not the head.  
444. Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.  
445. He that knows what may be gained in a day never steals.  
446. Money refused looseth its brightness.  
447. Health and money go far.  
448, Where your will is ready, your feet are light.  
449. A great ship asks deep waters.  
450. Woe to the house where there is no chiding.  
451. Take heed of the vinegar of sweet wine.  
452. Fools by't one another, but wisemen agree together.  
453. Trust not one nights ice.  
454. Good is good, but better carries it.  
455. To gain teacheth how to spend.  
456. Good finds good.  
457. The dog gnaws the bone because he cannot swallow it.  
458. The crow bewails the sheep, and then eats it.  
459. Building is a sweet impoverishing.  
460. The first degree of folly is to hold one's self wise, the second to profess it, the third to dsepise counsel.  
461. The greatest step is that out of doors.  
462. To weep for joy is a kind of Manna.  
463. The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish.  
464. The resolved mind hath no cares.  
465. In the kingdom of a cheater, the wallet is carried before.  
466. The eye will have his part.  
467. The good mother says not, will you? but giveth.  
468. A house and a woman suit excellently.  
469. In the kingdom of blind men the one eyed is king.  
470. A little Kitchen makes a large house.  
471. War makes thiefs, and peace hangs them.  
472. Poverty is the mother of health.  
473. In the morning mountains, in the evening fountains.  
474. The backdoor robs the house.  
475. Wealth is like rheum, it falls on the weakest parts.  
476. The gown is his that wears it, and the world his that enjoys it.  
477. Hope is the poor man's bread.  
478 Virtue now is in herbs and stones and words only.  
479. Fine words dress ill deeds.  
480. Labour as long lived, pray as even dying.  
481. A poor beauty finds more lovers than husbands.  
482. Discreet women have neither eyes nor ears.  
483. Things well fitted abide.  
484. Prettiness dies first.  
485. Talking pays no toll.  
486. The master's eye fattens the horse, and his foot the ground.  
487. Disgraces are like cherries, one draws another.  
488. Praise a hill, but keep below.  
489. Praise the Sea, but keep on land.  
490. In choosing a wife, and buying a sword, we ought not to trust another.  
491. The wearer knows, where the shoe wrings.  
492. Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.  
493. There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly.  
494. He that's long agiving, knows not how to give.  
495. The filth under the white snow, the sun discovers.  
496. Every one fastens where there is gain.  
497. All feet tread not in one shoe.  
498. Patience, time and money accommodate all things.  
499. For want of a nail the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.  
500 Weigh justly and sell dear.  
501. Little wealth little care.  
502. Little journeys and good cost, bring safe home.  
503. Gluttony kills more than the sword.  
504. When children stand quiet, they have done some ill.  
505. A little and good fills the trencher.  
506. A penny spared is twice got.  
507. When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.  
508. Short boughs, long vintage.  
509. Health without money, is half an ague.  
510. If the wise erred not, it would go hard with fools.  
511. Bear with evil, and expect good.  
512. He that tells a secret, is another's servant.  
513. If all fools wore white Caps, we should seem a flock of geese.  
514. Water, fire, and shoulders, quickly make room.  
515. Pension never enriched young man.  
516. Under water, famine, under snow bread.  
517. The Lame goes as far as your staggerer.  
518. He that looseth is Merchant as well as he that gains.  
519. A jade eats as much as a good horse.  
520. All things in their being are good for something.  
521. One flower makes no garland.  
522. A fair death honours the whole life.  
523. One enemy is too much.  
524. Living well is the best revenge.  
525. One fool makes a hundred.  
526. One pair of ears draws dry a hundred tongues.  
527. A fool may throw a stone into a well, which a hundred wise men cannot pull out.  
528. One slumber finds another.  
529. On a good bargain think twice.  
530. To a good spender God is the Treasurer.  
531. A cursed Cow hath short horns.  
532. Music helps not the toothache.  
533. We cannot come to honour under Coverlet.  
534▪ Great pains quickly find ease.  
535. To the counsel of fools a wooden bell.  
536. The choleric man never wants woe.  
537. Help thyself, and God will help thee.  
538. At the games end we shall see who gains.  
539. There are many ways to fame.  
540. Love is the true price of love.  
541. Love rules his kingdom without a sword.  
542. Love makes all hard hearts gentle.  
543. Love makes a good eye squint.  
544. Love asks faith, and faith firmness.  
545. A sceptre is one thing, and a ladle another.  
546. Great trees are good for nothing but shade.  
547. He commands enough that obeys a wise man.  
548. Fair words makes me look to my purse.  
549. Though the Fox run, the chicken hath wings.  
550. He plays well that wins.  
551. You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one Anvil.  
552. The shortest answer is doing.  
553. It's a poor stake that cannot stand one year in the ground.  
554. He that commits a fault, thinks every one speaks of it.  
555. He that's foolish in the fault, let him be wise in the punishment.  
556. The blind eat many a fly.  
557. He that can make a fire well, can end a quarrel.  
558. The toothache is more ease, then to deal with ill people.  
559. He that should have what he hath not, should do what he doth not.  
560. He that hath no good trade, it is to his loss.  
561. The offender never pardons.  
562. He that lives not well one year, sorrows seven after.  
563. He that hopes not for good, fears not evil.  
564. He that is angry at a feast is rude.  
565. He that mocks a cripple, aught to be whole.  
566. When the tree is fallen, all go with their hatchet.  
567. He that hath horns in his bosom, let him not put them on his head.  
568. He that burns most shines most.  
569. He that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.  
570. He that blows in the dust fills his eyes with it.  
571. Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.  
572. Of fair things, the Autumn is fair.  
573. Giving is dead, restoring very sick.  
574. A gift much expected is paid, not given.  
575. Two ill meals make the third a glutton.  
576. The Royal Crown cures not the headache.  
577. 'Tis hard to be wretched, but worse to be known so.  
578. A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air.  
579. It's better to be head of a Lizard, than the tail of a Lyon.  
580, Good & quickly seldom meet.  
581. Folly grows without watering.  
582. Happier are the hands compassed with iron, than a heart with thoughts.  
583, If the staff be crooked, the shadow cannot be strait.  
584. To take the nuts from the fire with the dog's foot.  
585. He is a fool that makes a wedge of his fist.  
586. Valour that parleys, is near yielding.  
587. Thursday come, and the week's gone.  
588. A flatterer's throat is an open Sepulchre.  
589. There is great force hidden in a sweet command.  
590. The command of custom is great.  
591. To have money is a fear, not to have it a grief.  
592. The Cat sees not the mouse ever.  
593. Little dogs start the Hare, the great get her.  
594. Willows are weak, yet they bind other wood.  
595. A good prayer is master of another's purse.  
596. The thread breaks, where it is weakest.  
597. Old men, when they scorn young make much of death.  
598. God is at the end, when we think he is furthest off it.  
599. A good Judge conceives quickly, judges slowly.  
600. Rivers need a spring.  
601. He that contemplates, hath a day without night.  
602. Give loser's leave to talk.  
603. Loss embraceth shame.  
604. Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.  
605. The fat man knoweth not, what the lean thinketh.  
606. Wood half burnt is easily kindled.  
607. The fish adores the bait.  
608. He that goeth far hath many encounters.  
609. Every bees honey is sweet.  
610. The slothful is the servant of the counters.  
611. Wisdom hath one foot on Land, and another on Sea.  
612. The thought hath good legs, and the quill a good tongue.  
613. A wise man needs not blush for changing his purpose.  
614. The March sun raises but dissolves not.  
615 Time is the Rider that breaks youth.  
616. The wine in the bottle doth not quench thirst.  
617. The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon.  
618. An examined enterprise, goes on boldly.  
619. In every Art it is good to have a master.  
620. In every country dogs bite.  
621. In every country the sun rises in the morning.  
622. A noble plant suits not with a stubborn ground.  
623. You may bring a horse to the river, but he will drink when and what he pleaseth.  
624. Before you make a friend, eat a bushel of salt with him.  
625. Speak fitly, or be silent wisely▪  
626. Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.  
627. I was taken by a morsel, says the fish.  
628. A disarmed peace is weak.  
629. The balance distinguisheth not between gold and lead.  
630. The persuasion of the fortunate sways the doubtful.  
631. To be beloved is above all bargains.  
632. To deceive one's self is very easy.  
633. The reasons of the poor weigh not.  
634. Perverseness makes one squint eyed.  
635. The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.  
636. The table robs more than a thief.  
637. When age is jocund it makes sport for death.  
638. True praise roots and spreedes.  
639. Fears are divided in the midst.  
640. The soul needs few things, the body many.  
641. Astrology is true, but the Astrologers cannot find it.  
642. Tie it well, and let it go.  
643. Empty vessels sound most.  
644. Send not a Cat for Lard.  
645. Foolish tongues talk by the dozen.  
646. Love makes one fit for any work.  
647. A pitiful mother makes a scald head.  
648. An old Physician, and a young Lawyer.  
649. Talk much and err much, says the Spaniard.  
650. Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet rob the Altar.  
651. An idle head is a box for the wind.  
652. Show me a liar, and i'll show thee a thief.  
653. A bean in liberty, is better than a comfit in prison.  
654. None is borne Master.  
655. Show a good man his error and he turns it to a virtue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.  
656. None is offended but by himself.  
657. None says his Garner is full.  
658. In the husband, wisdom, in the wife gentleness.  
659. Nothing dries sooner than a tear.  
660. In a Leopard the spots are not observed.  
661. Nothing lasts but the Church.  
662. A wise man cares not for what he cannot have.  
663. It's not good fishing before the net.  
664. He cannot be virtuous that is not rigorous.  
665. That which will not be spun, let it not come between the spindle and the distaff.  
666. When my house burns, it's not good playing at Chess.  
667. No barber shaves so close, but another finds work.  
668. there's no great banquet, but some fares ill.  
669. A holy habit cleanseth not a foul soul.  
670. Forbear not sowing, because of birds.  
671. Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged.  
672. Speak not of a dead man at the table.  
673. A hat is not made for one shower.  
674. No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devil builds a Chapel hard by.  
675. Every one puts his fault on the Times.  
676. You cannot make a windmill go with a pair of bellows.  
677. Pardon all but thyself.  
678. Every one is weary, the poor in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.  
679. The escaped mouse ever feels the taste of the bait.  
680. A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.  
681. Dry bread at home is better than roast meat abroad.  
682. More have repent speech then silence.  
683. The covetous spends more than the liberal.  
684. Divine ashes are better than earthly meal.  
685. Beauty draws more than oxen.  
686. One father is more than a hundred Schoolmasters.  
687. One eye of the masters sees more, than ten of the servants.  
688. When God will punish, he will first take away the understanding.  
689. A little labour, much health.  
690. When it thunders, the thief becomes honest.  
691. The tree that God plants, no wind hurts it.  
692. Knowledge is no burden.  
693. It's a bold mouse that nestles in the cats ear.  
694. Long jesting was never good.  
695. If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.  
696. If the mother had not been in the oven, she had never sought her daughter there.  
697 If great men would have care of little ones, both would last long.  
698. Though you see a Churchman ill, yet continue in the Church still.  
699. Old praise dies, unless you feed it.  
700. If things were to be done twice, all would be wise.  
701. Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fit all to your mind.  
702. Suffer and expect.  
703. If fools should not fool it, they should lose their season.  
704. Love and business teach eloquence.  
705. That which two will, takes effect.  
706. He complains wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwreck.  
707. He is only bright that shines by himself.  
708. A valiant man's look is more than a coward's sword.  
709. The effect speaks, the tongue needs not.  
710. Divine grace was never slow.  
711. Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.  
712. It's a proud horse that will not carry his own provender.  
713. Three women make a market.  
714. Three can hold their peace, if two be away.  
715. It's an ill council that hath no escape.  
716. All our pomp the earth covers.  
717. To whirl the eyes too much shows a Kites brain.  
718. Comparisons are odious.  
719. All keys hang not on one girdle.  
720 Great businesses turn on a little pin.  
721. The wind in ones face makes one wise.  
722. All the Arms of England will not arm fear.  
723. One sword keeps another in the sheath.  
724. Be what thou wouldst seem to be.  
725. Let all live as they would die.  
726. A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.  
727 Sweet discourse makes short days and nights.  
728. God provides for him that trusteth.  
729. He that will not have peace, God gives him war.  
730. To him that will, ways are not wanting.  
731. To a great night a great Lantern.  
732. To a child all weather is cold.  
733. Where there is peace, God is.  
734. None is so wise, but the fool overtakes him.  
735. Fools give, to please all, but their own.  
736. Prosperity le's go the bridle.  
737. The Friar preached against stealing, and had a goose in his sleeve.  
738. To be too busy gets contempt.  
739. February makes a bridge and March breaks it.  
740. A horse stumbles that hath four legs.  
741. The best smell is bread, the best savour, salt, the best love that of children.  
742. That's the best gown that goes up and down the house.  
743. The market is the best garden.  
744. The first dish pleaseth all.  
745. The higher the Ape goes, the more he shows his tail.  
746. Night is the mother of Counsels.  
747. God's Mill grinds slow, but sure.  
748. Every one thinks his sack heaviest.  
749. Drought never brought dearth.  
750. All complain.  
751. Gamesters and race-horses never last long.  
752. It's a poor sport that's nor worth the candle.  
753. He that is fallen cannot help him that is down.  
754. Every one is witty for his own purpose.  
755. A little let lets an ill workman.  
756. Good workmen are seldom rich.  
757. By doing nothing we learn to do ill.  
758. A great dowry is a bed full of brabbles.  
759. No profit to honour, no honour to Religion.  
760. Every sin brings its punishment with it.  
761. Of him that speaks ill, consider the life more than the words.  
762. You cannot hide an eel in a sack.  
763. Give not S. Peter so much, to leave Saint Paul nothing.  
764. You cannot flay a stone.  
765. The chief disease that reigns this year is folly.  
766. A sleepy master makes his servant a Lout.  
767. Better speak truth rudely, then lie covertly.  
768. He that fears leaves, let him not go into the wood.  
769 One foot is better than two crutches.  
770. Better suffer ill, then do ill.  
771. Neither praise nor dispraise thyself, thy actions serve the turn.  
772. Soft and fair goes far.  
773. The constancy of the benefit of the year in their seasons, argues a Deity.  
774. Praise none to much, for all are fickle.  
775. It's absurd to warm one in his armour.  
776. Law suits consume time, and money, and rest, and friends.  
777. Nature draws more than ten teems.  
778. He that hath a wife and children wants not business.  
780. A ship and a woman are ever repairing.  
781. He that fears death lives not.  
782. He that pities another, remembers himself.  
783. He that doth what he should not, shall feel what he would not.  
784. He that marries for wealth sells his liberty.  
785. He that once hits, is ever bending.  
786. He that serves, must serve.  
787. He that lends, gives.  
788. He that preacheth giveth alms.  
789. He that cockers his child, provides for his enemy.  
790. A pitiful look asks 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 entreat, take not to serve you, if you will be served neatly.  
795. At Court, every one for himself.  
796. To a crafty man, a crafty and an half.  
797. He that is thrown, would ever wrestle.  
798. He that serves well needs not ask his wages.  
799 Fair language grates not the tongue.  
800. A good heart cannot lie.  
801. Good swimmers at length are drowned.  
802 Good land, evil way.  
803. In doing we learn.  
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 deed cannot bring honour.  
807. A small heart hath small desires.  
808. All are not merry that dance lightly.  
809. Courtesy on one side only lasts not long.  
810. Wine-Counsels seldom prosper.  
811. Weening is not measure.  
812. The best of the sport is to do the deed, and say nothing.  
813. If thou thyself canst do it, attend no others help or hand.  
814. Of a little thing a little displeaseth.  
815▪ He warms too near that burns.  
816. God keep me from four houses, an Usurers, a Tavern, a spital, and a Prison.  
817. In hundred else of contention, there is not an inch of love.  
818. Do what thou oughtest, and come what come can.  
819. Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.  
820. In a long journey straw weighs.  
821. Women laugh when they can, and weep when they will.  
822. War is death's feast.  
823. Set good against evil.  
824. He that brings good news knocks hard.  
825. Beat the dog before the Lyon.  
826. Hast comes not alone.  
827. You must lose a fly to catch a trout.  
828. Better a snotty child, than his nose wiped off.  
829. No prison is fair, not love foul.  
830. He is not free that draws his chain.  
831. He goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inn.  
833. There come nought out of the sack but what was there.  
834. A little given seasonably, excuses a great gift.  
835. He looks not well to himself that looks not ever.  
836. He thinks not well, that thinks not again.  
837. Religion, Credit, and the Eye are not to be touched.  
838. The tongue is not steel, yet it cuts.  
839. A white wall is the paper of a fool.  
840. They talk 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, deeds are men.  
844. Poverty is no sin.  
845. A stone in a well is not lost.  
846. He can give little to his servant, that licks his knife.  
847. Promising is the eve of giving.  
848. He that keeps his own makes war.  
849. The Wolf must die in his own skin.  
850. Goods are theirs that enjoy them.  
851. He that sends a fool expects one.  
852. He that can stay obtains.  
853. He that gains well and spends well, needs no count book.  
854. He that endures, is not overcome.  
855. He that gives all, before he dies provides to suffer.  
856. He that talks much of his happiness summons grief.  
857 He that loves the tree, loves the branch  
858. Who hastens a glutton chokes 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 knows nothing, doubts nothing.  
862. Green wood makes a hit fire.  
863. He that marries late, marries ill.  
864. He that passeth a winter's day escapes an enemy.  
865. The Rich knows not who is his friend.  
866. A morning sun, and a wine-bred child, and a latin-bred woman, seldom end well.  
867. To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure.  
868 A pleasure long expected, is dear enough sold.  
869. A poor man's Cow dies rich man's child.  
870. The Cow knows not what her tail is worth, till she have lost it.  
871. Choose a horse made, and a wife to make.  
872. It's an ill air where we gain nothing.  
873. He hath not lived, 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 news may be told at any time, but ill in the morning.  
878. He that would be a Gentleman, let him go to an assault.  
879. Who pays the Physician, does the cure.  
880. None knows the weight of another's burden.  
881. Every one hath a fool in his sleeve.  
882. One hours sleep before midnight, is worth three after.  
883. In a retreat the lame are foremost.  
884. It's more pain to do nothing then something.  
885. Amongst good men two men suffice.  
886. There needs a long time to know the world's pulse.  
887. The offspring of those that are very young, or very old, lasts not.  
888. A Tyrant is most tyrant to himself.  
889. Too much taking heed is loss.  
890. Craft against craft, makes no living.  
891. The Reverend are ever before.  
892. France is a meadow that cuts thrice a year.  
893. 'Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintain one.  
894. The Court hath no Almanac.  
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 door.  
897. He hath no leisure who useth it not.  
898. It's a wicked thing to make a dearth one's garner.  
899. He that deals in the world needs four seeves.  
900. Take heed of an ox before, of an horse behind, of a monk on all sides.  
901. The year doth nothing else but open and shut.  
902. The ignorant hath an Eagles wings, and an Owls eyes.  
903. There are more Physicians in health than drunkards.  
904. The wife is the key of the house.  
905. The Law is not the same at morning and at night.  
906. War and Physic are governed by the eye.  
907. Half the world knows not how the other half lies.  
908. Death keeps no Calendar.  
909. Ships fear fire more than water.  
910. The least foolish is wise.  
911. The chief box of health is time.  
912. Silks 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 man's staff is the rapper of death's door.  
917. Life is half spent before we know, what it is.  
918. The singing man keeps his shop in his throat.  
919. The body is more dressed than the soul.  
920. The body is sooner dressed then the soul.  
921. The Physician owes all to the patient, but the patient owes nothing to him but a little money.  
922. The little cannot be great, unless he devour many.  
923. Time undermines us.  
924. The Choleric drinks, the Melancholic eats; the Phlegmatic sleeps.  
925. The Apothecary's mortar spoils the Luters music.  
926. Conversation makes one what he is.  
927. The deaf gains the injury.  
928. Years know more than books.  
929. Wine is a turncoat (first a friend, than an enemy.)  
930. Wine ever pays for his lodging.  
931. Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.  
932. Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunk.  
933. Trees eat but once.  
934. Armour is light at table.  
935. Good horses make short miles.  
936. Castles are Forests of stones.  
937. The dainties of the great, are the tears of the poor.  
938. Parson's are souls waggoners.  
939. Children when they are little make parents' fools, when they are great they make them mad.  
940. The Mr. absent, and the house dead.  
941. Dogs are fine in the field▪  
942. Sins are not known till they be acted.  
943. Thorns whiten yet do nothing.  
944. All are presumed good, till they are found in a fault.  
945. The great put the little on the hook.  
946. The great would have none great and the little all little.  
947 The Italians are wise before the deed, the Germans in the deed, the French after the deed.  
949. Every mile is two in winter.  
950. Spectacles are deaths Harquebus.  
951. Lawyer's houses are built on the heads of fools.  
952. The house is a fine house, when good folk 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 business before he rise.  
959. The eyes have one language every where.  
960. It is better to have wings than horns.  
961. Better be a fool then a knave.  
962. Count not four except you have them in a wallett.  
963. To live peaceably with all breeds 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. We know not who lives or dies.  
967. An Ox is taken by the horns, and a Man by the tongue.  
968. Many things are lost for want of osking.  
969. No Churchyard is so handsome, that a man would desire strait to be buried there.  
970. City's are taken by the ears.  
971. Once a year a man may say: on his conscience.  
972. We leave more to do when we die, than we have done.  
973. With customs we live well, but Laws undo us.  
674 To speak of an Usurer at the table, mars the wine.  
975. Pains to get, care to keep, fear to lose.  
976. For a morning rain leave not your journey.  
977. One fair day in winter makes not birds merry.  
278 He that learns a trade hath a purchase made.  
979. When all men have, what belongs to them, it cannot be much.  
980. Though God take the sun out of the Heaven yet we must have patience.  
981. When a man sleeps, his head is in his stomach.  
982. When one is on horseback he knows all things.  
983. When God is made master of a family, he order the disorderly.  
984. When a Lackey comes to hell's door the devils lock the gates.  
985. He that is at ease, seeks dainties.  
986. He that hath charge of souls, transports them not in bundles.  
987. He that tells his wife news is but newly married.  
988. He that is in a town in May, loseth his spring.  
989. He that is in a Tavern, thinks he is in a vine-garden.  
990. He that praiseth himself, spattereth himself.  
991. He that is a master must serve (another.)  
992. He that is surprised with the first frost, feels it all the winter after.  
993. He a beast doth die, that hath done no good to his country.  
994. He that follows the Lord hopes to go before.  
995. He that dies without the company of good men, puts not himself into a good way.  
996. Who hath no head, needs no hat.  
997. Who hath no haste in his business, mountains to him seem valleys.  
998. Speak not of my debts, unless you mean to pay them.  
999. He that is not in the wars is not out of danger.  
1000 He that gives me small gifts, would have me live.  
1001. He that is his own Counsellor, knows nothing sure but what he hath laid out.  
1002. He that hath lands hath quarrels.  
1003. He that goes to bed thirsty, riseth healthy.  
1004. Who will make a door of gold must knock a nail every day.  
1005. A trade is better than service.  
1006▪ He that lives in hope danceth without music.  
1007. To review one's store is to mow twice.  
1008. Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physician, yet is dead.  
1009. Without business debauchery.  
1010. Without danger we cannot get beyond danger.  
1011. Health and sickness surely are men's double enemies.  
1012. If gold knew what gold is, gold would get gold I wis.  
1013. Little losses amaze, great, tame.  
1014. Choose 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 nobody.  
1017. An oath that is not to be made, is not to be kept.  
1018. The eye is bigger than the belly.  
1019. If you would be at ease, all the world is not.  
1020. Were it not for the bone in the leg, all the world would turn Carpenters (to make them crutches.)  
1021. If you must fly, fly well.  
1022. All that shakes falls not.  
1023. All beasts of prey, are strong or treacherous.  
1024. If the brain sows not corn, it plants thistles.  
1025. A man well mounted, is ever Choleric.  
1026. Every one is a master and servant.  
1027. A piece of a Churchyard fits every body.  
1028▪ One month doth nothing without another.  
1029. A master of straw eats a servant of steel.  
1030. An old cat sport's not with her prey  
1031. A woman conceals what she knows not.  
1032. He that wipes the child's nose, kisseth the mother's cheek.  
FINIS.