Wit and Folly in a-maze. OR Come try your Wits here; 
 
I'll lay a Pot  
in half an hour you read it not  
In its true sense, as t'ought to be,  
Then lay a wager, stake, and see.   
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 and took his word therefore: 
 and nought but words I got: 
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 and play the Fool no more.  

Hereunto is added the copy of a Letter written from a Young man in the Country, to a Boon Companion in the City, concerning a mourning Cloak. And his Conceited Answer thereunto.  
Sir,  
WHen you came to my father's House in the Country, you took away a mourning Cloak; I know no reason I have to give you a Cloak, wherefore I pray Sir restore me the Cloak, or 
Come meet me if you dare, mark me what I say, I say come meet me. But be advised what you do, for as yet I am not resolved of place where nor Time. when; till such time, I hope you will be pleased to be quiet; for why should Thee and I fall o●t?  indeed I do verily protest I mean to try for the Cloak: Peradventure you will say I promised to give you a Cloak; I confess I did; but I care not for that, I deny it now: wherefore once more I say restore me the Cloak, and again I say send me the Cloak; so shall I rest and remain  
Your loving Friend, (if by me advised) If not, look in the margin and tremble. N. N.   

HIS ANSWER.  

I Pray Sir let it not be spoke,  
that from your word you should revoke,  
Forbear to spend your Coin in smoke,  
And give me leave to keep the Cloak.   

Your Father I did bury in the Cloak.  
And after I made merry in the Cloak,  
And then I crosed a Ferry in the Cloak,  
And yet I am not weary of the Cloak.   

I've drank many cup of Ale in the Cloak,  
I've told many merry Tale in the Cloak.  
I've walked both hill and dale in the Cloak,  
And yet I ne'er made sale of the Cloak.   

I've drank many cup of Beer it'h Cloak,  
I've eaten very good cheer in the Cloak,  
I brought up your father's rear in the Cloak  
And shed many woeful tear in the Cloak.   

You say you mean to try for the Cloak,  
I scorn totell a lie for the Cloak,  
I hope I shall not die for the Cloak,  
I pray Sir do not cry for the Cloak.   

You say you'll make me smart for the Cloak  
I do not care a fart for the Cloak,  
I le study the Black Art in the Cloak,  
Before that I will part with the Cloak.   

I pray good Sir forbear the Cloak.  
I know that you can spare the Cloak,  
For I will rather tear the Cloak  
Than see another wear the Cloak.   

Your loving friend till death me choke  
If you'll but let me keep the Cloak.   
B. B.    

LONDON, Printed for I. Moxon, and are to be sold at his Shop, at the sign of Atlas, by St. Michiels' Church in Cornhill. 1654.