Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses

The Frontespeice discovered . This spreading Vine , like these choyce Leaves invites The Curteous eye to tast her choyce Delights . These painefull Bees , presented to thy view , Shewes th' Author works not for himselfe , but you . The windy Musick , that salutes thine eye , Bespeakes thine Eare , thy judgement standing by . The Devious Horseman , wandring in this Maze , Shewes Error , and her execrable wayes : Whose brazen Insolence , and boldnesse urges The hornefoot Satyres to their angry Scourges : And he that Drawes his Sword against the Swarme Of Waspes , is he , that lasht , begins to storme .

WITTS RECREATIONS Selected from the finest Fancies of Moderne Muses .

WITH A Thousand out Landish Proverbs .

London . Printed for Humph : Blunden at the Castle in Corn-hill 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 fram'd to humor some mens 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 Authors skill ; Yet if you cannot speake well of it , spare To utter your dislike , that the like snare May entrap others ; so the booke may bee Sold , though not lik'd , by a neate fallacy : That 's all I aske yet'twill your goodnes raise , If as I gaine your coyn , he may your praise .

Wits Recreations .

1 To the Reader . EXcuse me Reader though I now and than In some light lines doe shew my selfe a man , Nor be so sowre , some wanton words to blame They are the language of an Epigram .

2 On Battus Battus doth bragge he hath a world of bookes His studies maw holds more then well it may , But seld ' or never he upon them looks And yet he looks upon them every day , He looks upon their out-side , but within He never looks , nor never will begin : Because it cleane against his nature goes To know mens secrets , so he keeps them close .

3 On the same I pray thee Battus , adde unto thy store This booke 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 favor to its worth allow .

4. An evill age . Virgill of Mars and ruthfull wars did treat , Ovid of Venus love , and peace did write : Yet Virgill for his strain was counted great , And Ovid for his love was bannished quite ; No marvell then if courtezie grow cold , When hare is prais'd and love it self control'd .

5 On a woman's will . How dearly doth the simple husband buy , His wiv●s defect of will , when she doth dy ? 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 say'st these verses are rude , ragged , rough , Not like some others , ●imes smooth dainty stuffe : Epigrames are like satires rough without , Like chesse-nuts sweet , take thou the kernell out .

7 Of a Iudge . Were I to choose a Captain I would than , Not choose your courtier or a youthfull man , No , I would choose a judge , one grim and grave ; To make a Captain such a man I 'de 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 Ladyes beauties worth : He shewes small wit thereby , and for his paines , By my consent he never shall reape gains , Why what need poets paint them ? O sweet Elves ? When Ladyes paint their beauties best themselves .

9 On an up-start . Pray wrong not ( late-coyn'd ) give the man his right He 's made a gentleman although no knight , For now 't is cloths the gentleman doth make , Men from gay cloths their pedigrees do take ; But wot you what 's the armes to such mens house ? Why this — hands chacing of a rampant louse .

10 Ad Clodium . Wir , once thou said'st was worth thy weight in gold Though now't be common for a trifle sold ; It dearer seems to thee , that get'st not any , When thou should'st 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 swole to be a Lord , and then he burst .

12 In Fimum . Fimus is coach'd 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 neer as this , For joy whereof Albanus frollique is : Untill the Taylours bill of solvi fias , Diverts his humor to another bias .

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

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

16 To Sr. Iohn Suckling . If learning will beseem a Courtier well , If honour waite on those who dare excell , Then let not Poets envy but admire , The eager flames of thy poetique fire ; For whilst the world loves wit , Aglaura shall , Phoenix-like live after her funerall .

17 On a braggadocio . Don Lollus brags , he comes of noble blood , Drawn down from Brutus line ; 't is very good ! If this praise-worthy be , each flea may then , Boast of his blood more then some gentlemen .

18 To Mr. George Sands . Sweet-tongued Ovid , though strange tales ●e told , Which gods and men did act in dayes of old , What various shapes for love sometimes they took ; To purchase what they aym'd 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 woo And to obtain ( what others were deny'd ) The fair Castara for thy vertuous bride : Enjoy what you dare wish , and may there bee , Fair issues branch from both , to honor thee .

20 To Mr. Francis Beaumont and Mr. Iohn Fletcher gent. Twin-stars of poetry , whom we justly may , Call the two-tops of learn'd Pernassus-Bay , Peerlesse for freindship and for numbers sweet ; Whom oft the Muses swaddled in one sheet : Your works shall still be prais'd and dearer sold , For our new-nothings doe extoll your old .

21 On apump stopt with stones . M. I 'le cut it down , I swear by this same hand , If 't will 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 Iohnson . Had Rome but heard her worthies speak so high , As thou hast taught them in thy Poesie ; She would have sent her poets to obtain , ( Tutour'd by thee ) thy most majestique strain .

23. In Aulam . Thou still art mutring Aulus in mine eare , Love me and love my dog , I will I swear , Thou ask'st but right and Aulus truth to tell , I think thy dog deserves my love as well .

24 To Mr. George Chapman on his Translation of Homers works into English meeter . Thou Ghost of Homer 't were no fault to call , His the translation thine the Originall , Did we not know 't was done by thee so well ; Thou makest Homer , Homers self excell .

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

26 Ad Tilenum . Tilenus 'cause th' art old , fly not the field , Where youthfull Cupid doth his banner weild For why● this god , old men his souldiers stil'd None loves , but he , who hath bin twice a child .

27 To Mr. Thomas Randolph . Thou darling of the Muses for we may Be thought deserving , if what was thy play Our utmost labours can produce , we will Freely allow thee heir unto the hill , The Muses did assign thee , and think 't fit , Thy younger yeares should have the elder-wit .

28 In Paulum . Paul what my cloak doth hide thou fain wouldst know Were 't to be seen I would not cover't so .

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

30 Ad Lectorem . Reader thou see'st how pale these papers look , Whiles they fear thy hard censure on this book .

31 Ad Momum . Momus thou say'st our verses are but toyes , T is true , yet truth is often spoken by boyes .

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

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

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

35 Of Marcus . When Marcus fail'd a borrowed sum to pay , Unto his freind at the appointed day : 'T were superstition for a man he sayes , To be a strict observer of set dayes .

36 Of a theefe . A theefe arested and in custody , Under strong guards of armed company , Ask't why they held him so ? Sir quoth the cheife ▪ We hold you for none other than a theif .

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

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

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

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

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

42 To Mr. Thomas May. Thou son of Mercury whose fluent tongue Made Lucan finish his Pharsalian song , Thy fame is equall , better is thy fate , Thou hast got Charles his love , he Nero's hate .

43 On Harpax . Harpax gave to the poor all by his will , Because his heir should no feign'd teares distill .

44 On Sextus . Sextus doth wish his wife in heaven were Where can shee have more happines then there .

45 To Mr. George Wythers . Th' hast whipp'd our vices shrewdly and we may , Think on thy scourge untill our dying-day : Th ▪ hast given us a Remembrancer which shall , Outlast the vices we are tax'd withall , Th●'ha●t made us both eternall , for our shame Shall never Wyther , whilst thou hast a name .

46 On a Drawer drunk . Drawer with thee now even is thy wine , For thou hast peirc'd his hogs-head and he thine .

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

48 To Mr. Thomas Middleton . F●cetious Middleton thy witty Muse , Hath pleased all , that books or men peruse If any thee dispise , he doth but show , Antipathy to wit , in daring so : Thy fam's above his malice and 't wilbe , Dispraise enough for him , to censure thee .

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

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

51 On Alastrus . Alastrus hath nor coyn , nor spirit nor wit , I thinke hee 's only then for Bedlam fit .

52 On Macer . You call my verses toyes th' are so 't is true , Yet they are better , then ought comes from you .

53 To Mr. Philip Massinger . Apollo's Messenger , who doth impart To us the edicts of his learned art , We cannot but respect thee , for we know , Princes are honour'd in their Legats so .

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

55 On Candidus . When I am sick not else thou com'st to see me : Waild fortune from both torments still would free me .

56 To Mr. Iohn Ford. If e're the Muses did admire that well , Of Hellicon as elder times do tell , I dare presume to say upon my word ; They much more pleasure take in thee rare Ford

57 On Paulus . Because thou followst some great Peer at Court , Dost think the world deem's thee a great one for● Ah no! thou art mistaken Paulus , know Dwarfs still as pages unto giants goe .

58 To Mr. Thomas Heywood . Thou hast writ much and art admir'd by those , Who love the easie ambling of thy prose ; But yet thy pleasingst flight , was somewhat high When thou did'st touch the angels Hyerarchie : Fly that way still it will become thy age , And better please then groveling on the stage .

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

60 To Mr. Thomas Goffe on his tragedies . When first I heard the Turkish Emperours speak , In such a dialect , and O●estes break His silence in such language , I admir'd What powerful favorite of the Nimphs inspir'd Into their Souls such utterance , but I wrong , To think 't was learnt from any but thy tongue .

61 On Cornuto . Cornuto is not jealous of his wife , Nor e're mistrust's her too lascivious life , Aske him the reason why he doth forbeare , Hee 'l answer straight , it commeth with a fear .

62 On a Shrew . A froward shrew being blam'd because she show'd , Not so much reverence as by right she ow'd Unto her husband , she reply'd he might Forbeare complaint of me , I do him right ▪ His will is mine , he would beare rule , and I Desire the like , onely 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 neer her end , Thy fortune I dare tell , perchance thou 'lt have At supper dainties ; but in bed a grave .

64 On a dying Vsurer . With greater grief non doth death entertain , Then wretched Chrysalus , he sighs a mayn , Not that he dyes , but 'cause much cost is spent Upon the Sexton and his regiment The joviall ringers , and the Curate must Have his fee too , when dust is turn'd to dust , And which is greater then the former sum , Hee 'l pay an angell for a Moor-stone-tomb .

65 On a fly in a glasse . A fly out of his glasse a guest did take , E're with the liquor he his thirst would slake , When he had drunk his fill , again the fly Into the glasse he put , and said though I Love not flyes in my drink , yet others may , Whose humour I nor like , nor will gain-say .

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'r lent it any one before , Nor would to any but to him : his wife Having observ'd these speeches all her life , Behind him forks her fingers and doth cry : To none but you , I 'd doe this courtesie .

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

68 On Sextus . What great revenews Sextus doth possesse , When as his sums of gold are numberlesse , What cannot Sextus have ? I wonder then , Sextus cann't live as well as other men .

69 Good wits jump . Against a post a scholler chanc'd to strike , At unawares his head , like will to like : Good wits will jump ( quoth he ) if that be true The title of a block-head is his due .

70 On Womens Maskes . It seems that Masks do women much disgrace , Sith when they weare 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 shew How glad her death would make him ; said sweet-heart I pray you e're you sing loath to depart Tell who shall be my second wife , and I After your death will wed her instantly , She somewhat vext hereat , straightway reply'd Then let grim Pluto's daughter be your bride . He answer'd wife I would your will obey , But that our laws my willingnesse gain-say : For he who Pluto's sister takes to wife , Cannot his daughter too upon my life .

72 Vpon a pair of Tongs . The burnt child dreads the fire ; if this be true , Who first invented tongs it's fury knew .

73 On Celsus his works . Celsus to please himselfe , a book hath writ : It seem's 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 wisdome and his book prefer , Disprais'd by all , they think both singular .

74 The Devill and the Fryar . The Devill was once deceived by a fryar , Who though he sold his soul cheated the buyer , The devill was promist if he would supply , The Fryar with coyn at his necessity , When all the debts he ow'd discharg'd were quite , The Devill should have his soul as his by right , The Devill defray'd all scores , payd all , at last , Demanded for his due , his soul in haste : The Fryar return'd this answer , if I ow You any debts at all , then you must know , I am indebted still , if nothing be Due unto you , why do you trouble me ?

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

76 Of Charidem●s . Although thy neighbour have a handsom horse , Matchlesse for comly 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 subtilly the fox his engin layes , For he desires his neighbours horse to buy , And sell his wife to any willingly .

77 Of Clytus . Clytus the barber doth occasion fly , Because 't is bal'd and he gains nought thereby .

78 On Balbus . Balbus a verse on Venus , boy doth scan , But ere 't was finish'd Cupid's grown a man .

79 On Comptulus . I wonder'd Comptulus , how thy long hair In comely curles could show so debonair And every hair in order be , when as Thou could'st not trim it by a looking-glasse , Nor any barber did thy tresses pleat , 'T is strange ; but Monsieur I conceive the feat When you your hair do kemb , you off it take And order 't as you please for fashions sake .

80 On Gellius . In building of his house , Gellius hath spent All his revenews and his ancient rent , Aske not a reason why Gellius is poor . His great house hath turn'd him out of door .

81 To Ponticus . At supper-time will Poutus visit me , I 'd rather have his room then companie ; But if him ▪ from me I can no wayes 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 skyes In standing pools , huge bubles 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 beere . Is no juice pleasing but the grapes ? is none , So much beloved ? doth perfection , Onely conjoyn in wine ? or doth the well Of Aganippe with this liquor swell , That Poets thus affect it ? shall we crown , A meer exotique ? and contemn our own , Our native liquor ? haunt who list the grape , He more esteem our Oate , whose reed shall make , An instrument to warble forth her praise , Which shall survive untill the date of daies , And eke invoke some potent power divine , To patronize her worth above the vine .

86 On a vaunting Poetaster . Caecilius boasts his verses worthy bee , To be engraven on a Cypresse tree , A Cypresse wreath befits 'em well ; 't is true , For they are neer their death , and crave but due .

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

88 On a valiant Souldier . A Spanish Souldier in the Indian war , Who oft came off with honor and some scar , After a teadious battle , when they were Enforc'd for want of bullets to forbear , Farther to encounter , which the Savage Moor Perceiving , scoff'd , and nearer then before , Approach'd the Christian host , the souldier grie● To be out brav'd , yet could not be reliev'd Beyond all patience vex'd , he said although I bullets want , my self will wound the foe ; Then from his mouth , took he a tooth and sent , A fatall message to their regiment , What armes will fury steed men with , when we . Can from our selves have such artillery ; Sampson thy jaw-bone can no trophy reare Equall to his , who made his tooth his speare .

89 On Aurispa . Why doth the world repute Aurispa learn'd ? Because she gives men what they never earn'd .

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 sith them in print I see , They must the peoples not the authors bee .

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

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

93 On a land-skip in the lid of his Mrs. Virginals . Behold Don Phoebus in yon shady grove , On his sweet harp plaies Roundelaies of love , Mark how the fatyr grim Marsyas playes On his rude pipe , hi● merry-harmlesse layes , Mark how the swaines 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 Spheares Admire your musique as the swains do theirs

94 Vpon pigs devouring a bed of penny-royall commonly called Organs . A good wife once a bed of Organs set , The pigs came in and eate up every whit , The good-man 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 , 'T is strange they do not that to thee partake .

96 On sore eyes . Fuscus was councell'd if he would preserve , His eyes in perfect sight drinking to swerve ; But he replyd ' t is better that I shu'd Loose them , then keep them for the worms as food

97 On a gallant . A glittering gallant , from a prauncing steed , Alighting down , desir'd a boy with speed To hold his horse a while , he made reply , Can one man hold him fast ? 't was answerd I , If then one man can hold him sir , you may Do it your self , 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 blam'st not onely 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 expell , 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 wittoll , can Thy wife prevent thy fortune ? foolish man ! That woman which a Hellen is to thee , Would prove another mans Penelope .

99 On an empty house . Lollus by night awak'd heard theeves 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 campe , when as his mates betook , Themselves to dine , encourag'd them , and spoke , Have a good stomake Lads , this night we shall In heaven at supper keep a festivall , But battle joynd 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 unlesse He have a hand as big as Hercules , When thou dost sneeze the sound thou dost not heare , Thy nose is so far distant from thine eare .

102 On an unequall paire . Faire 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 ; 'T is 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 Perriwig , his face and his array , 'T is not because his commings in are much , Or cause hee '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 't was told , France had a Daulphin not yet seaven dayes old , Thuscus excus'd himself , and said he must By all meanes go to th' ensuring office first , And so ensure some goods , he doubted were , Unlikely else ere to his hands appeare , Linus replyd I le with thee then , for I Would have my lands ensur'd to me in fee Which otherwise I doubt , I never shall , From debt and morgage ere redeem at all .

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

106 On Barossa . Barossa boasts his pedegree although , He knows no letter of the Christ-crosse-row , His house is ancient , and his gentry great , For what more ancient e're 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 , Buyes Chickens , Rabbets , Phesants and a hare , Great store of fowl , variety of fish , And tempting sawce serv'd in , in every dish , To this great feast , whom doth he meane t' envite , Aloinus only sups with him to night .

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

109 On Balbulus . Thou do'st complaine poets have no reward And now adayes they are in no regard : Verses are nothing worth , yet he that buyes , Ought 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 buies '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 know'st not when 't is right or when awry Thou know'st great Ovid's censure to abstaine From pleasing good , is vertue 's chiefest aime .

111 On Charismus . Thou hast compos'd a book , which neither age Nor future time shall hurt through all their rage , For how can future times or age invade That work , which perished assoone as made .

112 Of one praising my book . Harpax doth praise my book I lately writ , Saith it is short and sweet and full of wit ; I knew his drift and sayd be silent 'pray , For in good fayth , I 've given 'em all away .

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

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

115 On Orus . Orus sold wine , and then Tobacco , now He Aqua-vitae doth his friends allow , What ere he had , is sold , to save his life , And now turn'd Pander he doth sell his wife .

116 On Women . Women are books and men the readers be , In whom oft times they great Errata's see ; Here sometimes wee a blot , there wee espy A leafe misplac'd , at least a line awry ; If they are books , I wish that my wife were An Almanacke to change her every yeare

117 On Acerra . Tobacco hurts the braine phisicians say , Doth dull the wit and memory decay , Yet feare not thou Acerra , for 't will ne'r Hurt thee so much by use , as by thy feare .

118 On Briso . Who private lives , lives well , no wonder then You do absent you from the sight of men , For out of doores you neer by day appeare , Since last you lost i' th pill●ry your eare .

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

120 To his Mistris . Hyperbole of worth , should wit suggest . My will with Epithites , and I invest , That shrine but with deserved paraphrase , Adulatory poetry would praise . And so but staine your wo●th : your vertues ( or Else none at all ) shall be my orator .

121 B. I. answer to a thiefe bidding him stand . Fly villaine hence or be thy coate of steele , I le make thy heart , my ●razen b●llet feele , And send that thrice as thievish soul of thine , To hell , to weare the Devils Valentine .

122 The Theefe 's ●eplie . Art thou great Ben ? or the revived ghost Of famous Shake-spear ? or som drunken host ? Who being tipfie with thy muddy beer , Dost think thy rimes shall daunt my soul with fear Nay know base slave , that I am one of those , Can take a purse a swell in verse as prose , And when th' art dead , write this upon thy herse ; Here lies a Poet that was robb'd in verse .

123 Vpon Clarinda begging a lock of her lovers haire . Fairest Clarinda , she whom truth cals faire , Begg'd my heart of mee , and a lock of haire Should I give both said I , how should I live , The lock I would , the heart I would not give , For that lest theeving love should steal away , Discretion had lock'd up and kept the key ; As for the locke of haire , which lovers use My head laid on her knee I pray'd her chuse , Taking her sizars by a cunni●g art , First pick'd the lock , and then she stole my heart .

124 To his Mistris . Dearest thy twin'd haires are not threds of gold , Nor thine eyes diamonds , nor do I hold , Thy lips for rubies , nor thy cheeks to bee , Fresh roses , nor thy dugs of Ivory , The skin that doth thy dainty body sheath , Nor Alablaster is , nor dost thou breath , Arabian odours , these the earth brings forth , Compar'd with thine , they would impair thy worth ; Such then are other mistrisses , but mine , Hath nothing earth , but all divine .

125 The Answer . If earth doth never change , nor move , There 's nought of earth , sure in thy love , Sith heavenly bodies with each one , Concur in generation , And wanting gravitie are light , Or in a borrowed lustre bright ; If meteors and each falling star Of heavenly matter framed are : Earth hath my mistrisse , but sure thine All heavenly is , though not divine .

126 On his Mrs. I saw faire Flora take the aire , When P●aehus shin'd and it was faire ; The heavens to allay the heat , Sent drops of raine , which gently beat The sun retires , asham'd to see That he was barr'd from kissing thee Then Bore as took such high disdaine , That soon he dri'd those drops again : Ah cunning plot and most ●ivine ! Thus to mix his breath with thine .

127 On an houre glasse . Do thou consider this small dust Here running in this glasse By atomes mov'd Ca●st thou beleeve , that this the body was Of one that lov'd . And in his Mistrisse playing like a fly Turn'd to cinders by her eye : Yes and in death as life , have it expresst That lovers ashes take no rest .

128 On the picture of Cupid in a jewell worn by his Mrs. on her brest . Little Cupid enter in and heat Her heart , her brest is not thy seat ; Her brests are fitted to entice Lovers , but her heart's ofice , Thaw Cupid , that it hence forth grow Tender still by answering no.

129 On his Mistris . When first I saw thee thou didst sweetly play , The gentle theefe , and stol'st my heart away ; Ren●er me mine againe , or leave thy own , Two are too much for thee since I have none ; But if thou wilt not I will swear thou art A sweet-fac'd creature with a double heart .

130 On Cupid . Cupid hath by his sly and subtill art , A certaine arrow shot and peirc't my heart : What shall I doe to be reveng'd on love ? There is but one way and that one I 'le prove ; I 'le steale his arrowes and will head them new , With womens hearts and then they will fly true .

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

132 On the same . If mans flesh be like swines , as it is said The metamorphosis is sooner made Then full-fac'd Gnatho no tobacco take Smoaking your corps , lest bacon you do make .

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

124 On Tobacco . Nature's Idea , phisicks rare perfection , Cold rheumes expeller and the wits direction , O had the gods known thy immortall smack , The heavens ere this time had been colored black .

135 On a beloved lye . I hate a lie , and yet a lye did run Of noble Goring's death and Kensington , And for that they did not untimely dye I love a lye because that was a ly , For had it been an accident of ruth 'T had made me grow in hatred of the truth , Though lies be bad , yet give this lye it 's due , 'T is 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 haire . Luc as long haire down to his shoulders weares , And why ? he dares not cut it for his eares .

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 Iustus 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 latine , so to joyn With femall gender , the case Masculine .

140 On a fidle-stick . Am I an instrument to make you sport , A fiddle-stick I am , ye shann't report That ere yee 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 haire you should do so , Nor shall you curbe me in , thus every day , I 'le 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 gon , you 'd be compel'd my freinds To make your musique on your fingers 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 hee 'l sound : When hee 's reviv'd , this poore excuse he puts , That when I play , I vex him to the guts ; But since it is my nature , and I must I 'le crowd and scrape acquaintance for a crust ; I am a genleman of high descent Come from Apollos glorious element , Above the bridge I alwayes use to keep , And that 's my proper spheare , 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 fiddle-stick hath two ends to be sure .

141 On hopes of preferment . I saw my fortune goe before As Palinurus saw the shore , If that I dye , before it hitch , Wel-fare mine eyes for they are rich .

142 Sorte tu●● contentus . If adverse fortune bring to passe , And will that thou an asse must bee ; Then be an asse , and live an asse , For out of question wife is hee That undergoes with humble mind , The state that chance hath him assign'd .

143 On a pretender to prophecy . Ninety two yeares the world as yet shall stand If it do stand or fall at your command ; But say why plac'd you not the world's end nigher Lest ere you dy'd you might be prov'd a lyer .

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

145 On a Gamester . For hundred-thousands Matho playes ; Olus what 's that to thee ? Not thou by meanes thereof I trow , But Matho poore shall bee .

146 On Fr. Drake . Sir Drake whom well the world's end knew , Which thou did'st compasse 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 — Shew'd him some verses of such Tragique sense They did his curious eare 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 banish'd reason to , advance his rime : Nay gentle Ben , replies the gentleman I see I must support the Poet than ; Although those humble straines are not so fit For to please you , hee 's held a pretty wit ; Is he held so ? ( sa●es Ben ) so may a goose , Had I the holding , I would let him loose .

148 On a gentleman that married an heire privately at the Tower . The angry Father hearing that his childe , Was stoln , married , and his hopes beguild ; ( 'Cause his usurious nature had a thought She might have bin to greater fortunes brought ) With rigid looks , bent brows , and words austere Ask'd his forc'd son in law , how he did dare ( Without a full consenting from him carried ) Thus beare his onely daughter to be married , And by what Cannons he assum'd such power ? He sayd the best in England sir , the Tower .

149 A Gentlemans satisfaction for spitting in anothers face . A gentleman ( not in malice nor disgrace , But by a chance ) spet in anothers face , He that receiv'd it , knowing not the cause That should produce such rashnes ( 'gainst the law● Of Christian man-hood or civility ) In kindling anger , ask'd the reason why ; Pray sir sayes 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 'T is an inhumane custome none ere use ; But the vile nation of conte●ned Jewes : Pray sir , cryes th' other be not so unkind , Thus with an accident to charge my minde I meant it not , but ●●nce it fals out so , I 'm sorry , yea make satisfaction too ; Then be not mov'd but let this ease your doubt Since I have spet , please you , I 'le tread it out .

150 On a little Gentleman and one Mr. Story . The little man , by th' other mans vain-glory , It seems was roughly us'd ( so say's the story ) But being a little h●ated and high blown , In anger flyes at Story , puls 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 seemes a Gentleman that one be●riended Came in and parted them ; the little blade , There 's none that could intreat , or yet perswade , But he would fight still , till another came , And with sound reasons councel'd gainst the same 'T was in this manner friend ye shall not fight With one that 's so unequall to your height , Story is higher , th' othe● 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 English-man would stand Against all argument , that this our land , Was freest of her fruits , there is a place Quoth he , whose ground , so fruitfull is of grasse ; But throw a staffe in 't but this night , you shall Not See 't the morrow , 't would be cover'd all : The Welsh-man cry'd 't is true , it might ly under , The o're-grown grasse , 〈◊〉 is with us no wonder , For turn your horse into our frui●full ground , And before morning come , he shann't be found .

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

153 On a faire Gentlewoman whose name was Brown . We praise the faire , and our inventions wrack , In pleasing numbers to applaud the black , We court this Ladies eye , that Ladyes haire , The faire love black , the black best like the faire , Yet neither sort , I court , I doate upon Nor faire nor black , but a complexion More rare then either ; she that is the crown Of my entire affection is brown , And yet shee s faire , 't is 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 faire , she hath so sweet a grace , That I could leave an Angell 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 Citty bus'nesse walk'd to Paddington , And comming neer the fatall place where men I meane offenders ne're return agen , Looking on Tyborn in a merryment , Sayes Chambers here 's a pretty Tenement Had it a garret : Garret hearing that , Replyes 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 intollerable . Two gentlemen did to a Tavern come , And call'd the drawer for to shew 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 Dislik'd it , would not sit , call'd for another : At whi●h his friend , rising up from the table , Cryes friend lets stay , this room is tollerable : Why that 's the cause ( quoth hee ) 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 — Tollerable .

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 dul , Thou may'st find something at the second pull , Indeed at first thou nought didst understand , For shame g●t somthing at the second hand .

157 Suum cuique pulcbrum . Posthumus not the last of many more , Ask's why I write in such an idle vaine , 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 rime reason

158 In magnis voluisse sat est . In matters great to will it doth suffice , I blush to heare how loud this proverb lyes , For they that ow great sums by bond or bill , Can never cancell them , with meere good will .

159 As proud as witlesse Draccus . Draccus his head is highly by him born , And so by strawes are emptied heads of corne .

160 S●liem●videret●●r . A Welshman and an Englishman disputed , Which of their Lands maintain'd 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 womens inconstancy . Goe catch a star that 's falling from the skye ▪ Cause an immortall creature for to dye , Stop with thy hand the current of the seas , Poste o're the earth to the Antipodes , Cause times return and call back yesterday ; Cloath January with the Month of May , Weigh out an ounce of flame , blow back the wind And then find faith within a womans mind .

162 On Women . Why sure these necessary harmes were fram'd , That man as too too heedlsse might be blam'd , His weaknes cannot greatest weakenesse fly , In her strong drawing , fraile necessity ; Then happy they , that know what women are , But happier , which to know them never care .

163 To his Mrs. Sweetest faire be not too cruell , Blot not beauty with disdaine , Let not those bright eyes adde fewell To a burning heart in vaine , Least men justly when I dye Deem you the candle , mee the fly .

164 How to choose a wife . Good sir , if you will shew the best of your skill ; To picke a vertuous creature , Then picke 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 haire of her head , it must not be red , But faire and brown as a berry ; Her fore-head high , with a christall eye Her lips as red as a cherry .

165 On his Mistris . My love and I for kisses play'd , She would keep stakes , I was content , And when I wonne , she would be payd ; This made me aske her what she meant , Sayth she , since you are in this wrangling vaine , Take you your kisses , and give me mine againe .

166 On a proud Mayde . She that will eate her breakfast in her bed , And spend the morn in dressing of her head , And fit at dinner like a mayden-bride , And talke of nothing all day but of pride , God in mercy may doe 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 groane , Sorrow recals not times are gone , Violets pluck'd , the sweetst raine , Makes not fresh or grow againe , Joyes are windy , dreams flye fast Why should sadnes longer last ? Griefe is but a wound to woe , Gentle faire , mourn no moe .

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

168 Of women . Commit thy ship unto the winde , 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 dest ' 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 loves war women use but half their strength .

170 On Morcho . Morcho for hast 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 sed , 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 fell it .

172 On a man stealing a candle from a lanthern . One walking in the street a winter night , Climb'd to a lanthern , thought t' have stole the light , But taken in the manner and descri'd By one o' th' servants who look'd out and cry'd , Whose there ? what d' you ? who doth our lanthern Nothing said he , but only snuf 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 challeng'd Church an English fencer . The fencing Ca●les in pride and gallant vaunt , Challeng'd the English at the fen●ing , skill , The fencer Church , or the Church militant , His errors still reprov'd and knock'd him still , But si●h our Church him disciplin'd 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 Musique . I want a quill out of an Angels wing , To write sweet musike's everlasting praise , I likewise want an Angels voice to sing A wished anthem to her happy dayes ▪ Then since I want an angels voice and pen , Let angels write and sing , I 'le say amen .

177 On Tobacco . Times great consumer , cause of idlenes , Old whorehouse hunter , cause of drunkennes Bewitching smoake , vainest wealths consumer ; Abuse of wit , stinking breath's perfumer , Cause of entrailes blacknes , bodyes dyer Cause of nature's slacknesse , quenching her fire , Offence to many , bringing good to none , Ev'n be thou hack'd till thou art burnt and gone .

178 Claudianus de Sphaerâ Archimedis When Iove within a little glasse survay'd , The heavens he smil'd , and to the Gods thus sayd , Can strength of mortall wit proceed thus far ? Loe in a fraile orbe , my works mated are , Hither the Syracusians art translates , Heavens form , the course of things and humane fates Th' including spirit serving the star-deck'd signes The living work inconstant motion windes , Th' adult'rate zodiaque runs a naturall yeere , And Cyntsias forg'd horns monethly 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 beautifull 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 pow'r Of liquid Orientall pearle a shower , Whereat the lips mov'd with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile ●●lock'd their I vory treasure , And bad love judge , whether did ad more grace Weeping or smiling pearls to C●lia's face .

180 On Chloris walking in the snow . I saw faire Chloris walke alone , When feather'd raine came softly down , Then Iove descended from his Tower , To court her in a silver shower , The wanton snow flew to her brest , Like little birds into their nest ; But overcome with whitenes there , For greife it thaw'd into a teare , Then falling down her garment h●m , To deck her , froze into a gem .

181 To a Shoomaker . What bootes it thee , to follow such a trade , That 's alwaies under foot and underlaid ?

112 Youth and Age. Age is deformed , youth unkind , Wee 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 goe to him .

185 A disparity . Children fondly blad truth , & fools their brothers Women have learn'd more wisdom of their mothers .

186. To Mak dict. Thou speakest ill , not to give men their dues ▪ But speakestill , because thou canst not chuse .

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

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

189 Womens teares When women weep in their dissembling art , Their teares 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 ayme at with our store ; If that be had with little , what needs more .

192 Fast and loose . Paphus was marry'd 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 's wife to see their friends might ride , And he a double gelding prov'd 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 accus'd to lye , to fawn , to flatter , Said he but set a good face on the matter , Then sure he borrow'd it for 't is well known ; Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own ▪

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

196 On Capt●ine Iohn , Came-age 2 anagr. Age-came . When perils I by land and sea had past , 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 Iohn Rysdon 4 anagr. In honors dy . Thy actions friend declare thy noble mind , And to the world thy reall worth proclaime That fame her self cannot thy equall find , To paralell thy glory and thy name , On , onward still from no good action fly , Who lives like thee , cann't but in honors dy .

199 On the same . I ne're will credit any powerfull fare , Can turn thy glory to a waning state , Thou ●till wilt be thy self ; therefore say I , In honors thou shalt live , but never dy .

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 Noell 6 anagr. holinesse be still my star . The safest conduct to the port of blisse , Lyes not in brittle honor , for by this We often loose our way , to shun this bar , To heaven , holines be still my star .

202. My lot is blisse ●ternall . The world 's a lottry , full of various chances , Whereof each draws a share as fortune fancies , Among the rest that ayme at things supernall ; I 've drawn , and find my lot is blisse eternall .

203 I shall smite no ill brest . The common way to wound mens hearts I shun , Nor with meere outside am I to be won , Vertue may move me , for it crowns the best , But I shall smite no ill or lustfull brest .

204 My blisse on earth's little . Honors are faire but fading flowers which give , Delight to those that gather them , but live Not ever flowrishing , this truth I find , Too truely in my selfe , by fate assign'd For having all , I see that all 's but but brittle , And even at best my blisse on earth 's but little .

205 See my heart is still noble : Thongh fortune frowns and fate suppres my will , Yet see the lucke , my heart is noble still .

206 A riddle . Thoughts Searching c Valued Love may B Truth never tyes Too A foole y y :

Three in one heart If

2 in V 2 in V have part

207 Another being a translation . Est aliis servire tenetur Iure qui sum , servire necesse est Iure tibi me Te nulli cunctos ant 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 'me and None's you you all are then I 'le you - praise other men .

208 Another . A begger once exceeding poore , A penny pray'd me give him , And deeply vow'd nere to aske more And I ne're more to give him , Next day he begg'd againe , I gave , Yet both of us our oathes 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 drest The peopele's blest Hee 's but an asse Who shuns the Masse Who charity preach They heav'n soon reach On faith t' rely Is heresy What England's Church allows My conscience disavowes The Church can have no seame , Where the Pope's supream There 's service scarce divine Where 's table bread and wine Who the Communion flyes Is Catholique and wise Their church with error 's fraught Where only faith is taught No matter for good works Make 's Christians worse then Turks

210 Another : There was a man bespake 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 doe they differ then ? Circles draw many lines into the center But love gives leave to onely one to enter .

212 On Clarret wine spilt . What 's this that 's spilt ? 't is clarret wine , 'T is well 't is spilt , it 's fall sav'd mine .

213 On womans love . A womans love is like a Syrian flower , That buds and spreads and withers in an houre .

214 On Cooke a cuckold . A young cooke marri'd upon Sunday last , And hee grew-old e're tuesday night was past .

215 A Butcher marrying a tanners daughter . A fitter match then this could not have bin , For now the flesh is married to the skin .

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

217 A plain sutor to his love . Faire I love thee , yet I cannot sue , And shew my love as masking courtiers doe , Yet by the smocke of Venus for thy good , I 'le freely spend my thrice concocted blood .

218. On a passing bell . This dolefull mu●ique of impartiall death , Who danceth after , danceth out of breath .

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

220 On Pallas and Bacchus birth . Pallas the ofspring of Iove's braine , Bacchus out of his thigh was ta'ne , He breake 's his braine that learning winns , When he that 's drunk breaks but his shins .

221 On an old man doating on a yong mench . A rich old man loving a faire yong lasse , Out of his breeches his spectacles drew , Wherewith he read a note , how rich he was : All which ( quoth he ) sweet-heart I 'le give to you Excuse me sir ( quoth she ) for all your riches , I le marry none , that wears his eies in 's breeches .

222 Clownish Court-Ship . Excellent Mrs. brighter then the moon , Then scoured p●wter or the silver spoon , Fairer then Phoebus or the morning star , Dainty fair Mistrisse by my troth you are , As far excelling Dian , and her Nimphs , As lobsters crawfish , and as craw fish shrimps . Thine eyes like Diamonds do shine most cleerly , As I 'm an honest man I lo●e thee dearely .

223 A Gen●leman to his love . Tell her I love , and if she aske how well ; Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell .

224 Her answer . Say not you love , unlesse you doe , For lying will not honor you .

225 His answer . Maddam I love , and love to doe , And will not lye unlesse with you .

226 On a Wels●man . The way to make a welshman thinke on blisse , And daily say his prayers on his knees , Is to perswade him that most certaiae' t is , The moon is made of nothing but green cheese , Then hee 'l desire of Iove , no geater boon , Then to be pleas'd in heaven to eate the moon .

227 The vanity of man . That every thing we do , might vaine appeare , We have a veine , for each day in the yeere .

228 To a friend on the losse 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 then one , If made , the workman lives though she be gone .

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

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

231 On men and women . I 'll thrives that haplesse family , that showes A cocke that 's silent , and a hen that crows , I know not which lives more unnaturall 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 conceal'd the case , Even by his verses of his horses pace .

233 On a litle 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 labor , understand , In pulling't off when he puts on the halter .

234 On Iulius . By fraud the Merchant Iulius rakes in pelfe , For heaven he sels , yet hath it not himself .

235 On fine apparell . Some that their wives may near and cleanely go , Do all their substance upon them bestow : But who a goldfinch fain would make his wife , Make 's her perhaps a wag-taile all her life .

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

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

238 A witty passage An old man sitting at a Christmas feast , By eating Brawn occasioned a jest ; For whilest his tongue and gums chafed about , For want of pales the chafed bore broke out , And lights perchance upon a handsom lasse , That neer him at the table placed was , Which when she 'spi'd she pluck'd 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 , strain'd so much , As with that strain her back-part spakelow dutch Which th' old man hearing , did the pin restore . And bad her therewith close her postern doore .

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

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

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

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

243 On a man whose choice was to be hang'd or married . M. Loe here 's the bride , and here 's the tree , Take which of these , best liketh thee . R. The choise is bad on either part , The woman's worse drive on the cart .

244 Women . Were women as little , as they are good , A pease cod would make them a gown and a hood .

245 On a louse . A louse no reason hath to deal so ill , With them of whom she hath so much her will , She hath no tongue to speake ought in their praise , But to back-bite them , finds a tongue all wayes .

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

247 Cede maj●ribus . I took the wall , one rudely thrust me by , And told me the high way did open lye , I thank't him that he would mee so much grace , To take the worse and leave the better place , For if by owners we esteem of things , The wall 's the subjects , but the way the kings .

248 On Women . Are women Saints ? no Saints , and yet no devils , Are women good ? not good , but needfull evils , So angel like that devils you need not doubt , Such needfull evils , that few can be without .

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

250 Why women weare a fall . A question 't is why women weare a fall , The truth it is to pride they are given all , And pride the proverb saies must have a fall .

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

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

253 On Venus and Vulcan . I muse , why Venus hath such fiery holes , I thinke that Vulcan , once there blow'd his coales .

254 Detur quod meritum . A courtier kind in speech , curst in condition , Finding his faults could be no longer hidden , Came to his friend to cleare his bad suspition , And fearing least he should be more then chidden . Fell to flatt'ring and most base submission , Vowing to kisse his foot if he were bidden . My foot said he ? nay that were too submisse , You three foot higher , well deserve to kisse .

255 Gluto , at meales is never heard to talk , For which the more his chaps and chin do walke , When every one that sits about the bord , Makes sport to aske ; what Gluto ne're a word ? He forc'd to answer being very loath Is almost choak'd speaking and eating both .

256 Sorte tua contentus . B●rtus being bid to supper to a Lord , Was marshall'd at the lower end of the boord , Who vext thereat , 'mongst his comrades doth fre● And sweares that he below the salt was set ; But Bartus , th' art a fool to fret and sweare , The salt stands on the bord wouldst thou sit there●

257 Fovent perjuria furtum . Piso hath stoln a silver bole in jest , For which suspected only , not confest , Rather then Piso will restore your bole , To quit the body , he will cast the soule .

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

259 Nummos & demona jungit . Bat bids you swell with envy till you burst , So he be rich , and may his coffers fill , Bringing th' example of the fox that 's curst , And threatning folks who have least power to kill● For why 't is known , his trade can never fall , That hath already got the devill and all .

260 Nil gratum ratione carens . Paulus a pamphlet doth in prose present , Unto his lord , ( the fruits of idle time ) Who farre more carelesse then therewith content , Wisheth it were converted into rime : Which done and brought him at another season , Sayd now ' t is rime , before not rime nor reason .

261 Non cessat perdere lusor . Aske Ficus how his lucke at dicing goes . Like to the tide ( quoth he ) it ebbs and flowes , Then I suppose his chance cannot be good , For all men know , 't is longer ebbe then flood .

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

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

264 Virescit vulnere Venus . Susan 's well sped and weares a velvet hood , As who should know , her breeding hath bin good ? 'T is reason she should rise once in her life , That fell so oft before she was a wife .

265 On Death . How base hath sin made man , to feare 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 wee exempt the O , Then let good men the feare of it defie , All is but O when they shall come to dye .

266 On a rich country Gentleman . Of woods , of plaines , of hils and vales , Of fields , of meades , of parks and pales , Of all I had , this I possesse , I need no more I have no lesse .

267 On his Mrs. Shall I tell you how the rose at first grew red , And whence the lilly whitenes borrowed , You blusht , & straight the rose with red was dight , The lilly kist your hand , and so was white , Before such time , each rose had but a stain , And lillies nought but palenes did contayne , You have the native colour , these the dy , And onely flowrish in your livery .

268 To bis Mrs. Think not deare love that I 'le reveale , Those houres of pleasure we do steale , No eye shall see , nor vet the sun , Descrie what thee and I have done ; The God of love himself , hose dart Did first peirce mine , and next thy heart , He shall not know , that we can tell What sweets in stoln cmoracem●nts dwell , Onely this meanes may find it out , If when I dy , Phisians doubt What caus'd my death and they to view Of all the judgements that are true , Rip up my heart oh then I feare , The world will find thy picture there .

269 To Mr. Ben. Iohnson demanding the reason why he call'd his playes ●arks . Pray tell me Ben , where doth the mistery lurke , What others call a play you call a worke .

270 Thus answer'd by a friendin Mr. Ioh●sons defence . The authors friend thus for the author sayes , Bens plays are works , when others works are plaies

271 Tempus edax rerum . The sweetest flower in the summers prime , By all agreement is the damaske rose , Which if it grow , an● be not pluck'd in time , She sheds her leaves her buds their sent do loose , Oh let not things of worth , for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse : The sweetest work that ever nature fram'd , By all agreement is a virgins face , Which not enjoy'd , her white and red will fade , And unto all worm eating time give place : Oh let not things of worth , for want of use Fall into all consuming times abuse .

272 Ad Aristarchum . Be not agriev'd my humerous lines afford , Of looser language here and there a word , Who undertakes to sweep a common sinke , I cannot blame him , though his broome do stinke .

273 To his Mrs. Thou send'st to me a heart was Crown'd , I tooke it to be thine , But when I saw it had a wound , I knew that heart was mine . A bounty of a strange conceit , To send mine own to me , And send it in a worse estate , Then when it came to thee ; The heart I gave thee had no staine , It was intire and sound ; But thou hast sent it back againe , Sick of a deadly wound . Oh heavens ! how wouldst thou use a heart That should rebellious be , When thou hast kill'd me with a dart , That so much honor'd thee .

274 On a charming beauty . I 'le gaze no more on that bewitched face , Since ruin harbors there in every place , For my inchanted soul alike she drowns , With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns I 'le love no more those cruell eyes of hers , Which pleas'd or anger'd still are murtherers , For if she dart like lightning through the ayre , Her beames of wrath , she kils me with despaire , If she behold me with a pleasing eye , I surfet with excesse of joy and dy .

275 Covetous persons . Patrons are latrons , then by this , Th' are worst of greedy people , Whose cognizance a wolfes head is , And is his mouth a steeple .

276 On a dyer . Who hath time hath life , that he denies , This man hath both , yet still he dyes .

277 Non verber a sed verba . Two Schollers late appointed for the field , Must , which was weakest to the other yeeld , The quarrell first began about a word , Which now should be decided by the sword ; But er'e they drew , there fell that alteration , As they grew friends againe by disputation .

278 In Octavium . Octavius lying at the point of death , His gelding kindly did to me bequeath : I wanted one , and was in haste to ride , In better time he never could have di'd .

279 Ofletting . In bed a yong man with his old wife lay , O wife quoth he I've let a thing to day , By which I feare I am a looser much : His wife replyes youths bargaines still are such ; So turning from him angry at her heart , She unawares let out a thundring — Oh wife quoth he , no looser I am now , A marv'lous saver I am made by you : Yong men that old wives have may never fell , Because old wives quoth he let things so well .

280 In Dossum . Dosse riding forth the wind was very big And strained court'sie with his perriwig , Leaving his sconce behind so voyd of haire , As Esops crow might breake her oyster there ; Foole he to thinke his haire could tarry fast , When Bore as teares up forests with a blast .

281 Post dulcia finis amarus . Ienkin a welshman that had suires in law , Journying to London chanc'd to steale a cow ; For which ( pox on her luck as ne're man saw ) Was burnt within the fist , and know not how : Being ask'd if well the lawes with him did stand Was have her now ( quoth Ienkin ) in her hand .

282 In 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 blossomes fallen be , Or will not eate a Kentish cherry down , But for a couple , when she payes a crown ; And cares not for a straw-berry or peare , In truth because th' are common every where , Yet what is that which may be had for reason , And never comes to Minca out of season ?

283 Faeminae ludifieantur vi●os . Kind Katherine to her husb and kist 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 bee , For ne're heard I of woman good or ill , But alwayes loved best her own sweet will .

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

285 Praestar videri 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 saylor met , Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry , Knowing what ill their absence might beget , That still at sea , constrained are to tarry ? Sir ( quoth the Saylor ) think you that so strange ? 'T is done the time whiles you but walke th' exchange

287 A conference . A Dane , a Spaniard , a Polonian , My selfe , a Swisse , with a Hungarian , At supper met discoursed each with other , Drank , laught , yet none that understood another .

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

289 Quid ●on verba suadeant . Sextus , halfe salv'd his credit with a jest , That at a reckoning this devise had got , When he should come to draw amongst the rest , And saw each man had coine , himselfe had not ; His empty pocket feels and 'gins to say , In sadnes firs here 's not a crosse to pay .

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

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

292 In Fannium . What furi 's this , his foe whilst Fannius flyes , He kils himselfe , for feare of death he dies .

293 To Vellius . Thou swearest I bowle as well as most men doe , The most are bunglers , therein thou say'st true .

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

295 Clericus absque libro . When Crassus in his office was instal'd , For summs of money , which he yet doth ow , A client by the name of Clerk him call'd , As he next day to Westminster did go , Which Crassus hearing whispers thus in 's eare , Sirrah you now mistake and much do erre , That henceforth must the name of Clerke forbear , And know I am become an officer . Alas ( quoth he ) I did not so much marke , Good Mr. officer , that are no clerke .

296 Durum telum necessitas . Coquus with hunger pennilesse constrain'd To call for meat and wine three shillings cost , Had suddainly this project entertain'd ; Instead of what 's to pay , to call mine host , Who being come entreateth him discusse ; What price the law allots for shedding blood : Whereto mine host directly answers thus , 'T was alwayes fourty pence he understood ; So then quoth Coquus to requite your paines Pray break my head , & give me what remaines .

297 Loves 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 pierc'd my brest and lighted on my heart , Yetdid I feel no hurt till from above , I heard a voyce say souldiers you must love , I lik't it well and in this pleasing vaine : I lost my wits to get my heart againe .

298 So his Mrs. Your lips ( faire Lady ) ( if 't be not too much , I beg to kisse , your hand I crave to touch , And if your hand deny that courtesie , ( Sweet Mistri● ) at your feet I prostrately ; But if your foot Spurn my humility , Or that your lips think I do aime too high : Then let your hand in token of consent , Point at the meane , the maine of all content , And I shall leave extreames , and to be blist , Rest in your midst where vertue doth consist .

299 To an upstart . Thine old frinds thou forgot'st having got wealth No marvaile , for thou hast forgot thy self .

300 Suum euique . A strange contention being lately had Which kind of Musicke was the sweet'st and best , Some prais'd the sprightly sound and some the sad Some lik't the viols ; and among the rest Some in the bag-pipes commendations spoke , ( Quoth one stood by ) give me a pipe of smoake .

301 Similis doctrina libell● . Craesus of all things loveth not to buy So many books of such diversity : Your Almanack ( sayes he ) yeeld's all the sence , Of time's best profit and experience .

302 On Tullus . Tullus who was a Taylour by profession , Is late turn'd Lawyer , and of large possession .

303 In Prodigum . Each age of men new fashions doth invent , Things which are old , young men do not esteeme : What pleas'd our fathers doth not us content : What flourish'd then we out of fashion deeme . And that 's the cause as I doe understand , Why Prodigus did sell his fathers land .

304 In medicum . When Mingo cryes how doe you sir ? t is 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 'l beleeve 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 weares a dangling lock ? The one foretels hee 'l sooner fly then fight , The other showes hee 's wrapt in 's mothers smock . But wherefore weares hee such a jingling spur ? O know , he deales with jades that will not sti●●

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

307 On Glaucus . Glaucus a man , a womans hayre doth weare , But yet he weares the same comb'd out behinde : So men the wallet of their faults doe beare , For if before him , he that fault should finde : I thinke foule shame , would his fayre 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 fathers name he could not hitt : And out of doores at last he stept with shame , To aske his mother for his fathers name .

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

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

311 In Battum . Battus affirm'd no Poet ever writ , Before that love inspir'd his dull-head witt : And that himselfe in love , had wit no more , Then one starke mad , though somewhat wise before ▪

312 To women . You were created angels pure and fayre , But since the first fell , tempting devills you are : You should be mens blisse , 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 , seemes the better match .

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

315 Against a certaine — For mad-men Bedlam , Bridewell for a knave , Choose whether of those two , th' hadst rather have .

316 Loves progresse . Loves first approach , delights sweet song doth sing , But in departure , shee woes stinge doth bring .

417 On old Scylla . Scilla is toothlesse , yet , when shee was young , Shee had both teeth enough and to much tongue : What shall I then of toothlesse Scilla say , But that her tongue hath worne her teeth away .

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

319 On Banks the usurer . Banks feels no lamenesse of his knotty gout , His monyes travaile for him in and out : And though the soundest legges go every day , He toyles to be at hell as soone as they .

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

321 On the same . Tom vow'd to beat his boy against the wall , And as he strucke , he forth-with caught a fall : The boy deriding said , I doe averre , Y' 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 Mistrisse 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 feares she not what flesh can doe unto her .

324 On women . Although they seeme us onely to affect , 'T is their content , not ours , they most respect : They for their own ends cunningly can feigne , And though they have 't by nature , yet they 'll strain : Snre if on earth , by wiles gain'd might be blisse , Staight that I were a woman I would wish .

325 On Saranzo . Soranzos broad-brim'd hat I oft compare , To the vast compasse of the heavenly spheare : His head , the earths globe , fixed under it , Whose center is , his wondrous little witt .

326 In Cottam . Cotta when he hath din'd saith god be prais'd , Yet never prayseth god , for meat or drinke : Sith Cotta speaketh and not practiceth , He speaketh surely what he doth not thinke .

327 De corde & lingua . The tongue was once a servant to the heart , And what it gave shee freely did impart : But now hypocrisie is growne so stronge : Shee makes the heart a servant to the tongue .

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

329 Women are mens shadowes : Follow a shaddow it still flies you , Seeme to fly , it will pursue : So court a mistrisse shee denies you , Let her alone , she will court you . Say are not women tr●ely then , Stil'd but the shadwoes of us men ? At morne and even shades are longest , At noone 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 truely then stil'd but the shadowes of us men ?

330 In ebriosum . Fy man ( saith shee ) but I tell mistrisse An●e , Her drunken husband is no drunken man : For those wits , which are overcome with drink , Are voyd of reasons and are beasts I thinke .

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

332 On Rome . Hate & debate , Rome through the world hath spred , Yet Ro●a a mock is if backeward 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 eare hath no smell at all .

334 Act , fortune , and ignorance . When Fortune fell asleep , and Hate did blinde her , Art Fortune lost , and Ignorance did finde her : Sith when , dull Ignorance with Fortune's store , Hath bin enrich'd and Art hath still bin poore .

335 On Ebrio . See where Don Ebrio like a Dutch-man goes , Yet drunke with En●lish 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 followes thee , Therefore the last , Love , onely use for me .

337 On the same . Love , as t is said , doth work with such strange tools , That he can make fooles wise-men , wise-men fools : Then happy I , for being nor foole nor wise , Love with his toyes and tooles I shall despise .

338 On a wanton . Some the word wanton fetch , though with sinal ski● From those that want one to effect their will : If so , I thinke that wantons 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 onely true content , I thinke not so : If Woe in wooers bee , that women court , As the word Woe in wooers doth import : And Woe in woemen too , that courted be , As the word Woe , in women we doe see : I thinke 't is better lead a single life , Then with this double woe to wooe a wife .

340 Ingluviem sequitur fames : Curio would feed upon the daintyest fare , That with the court or countrey might compare : For what let 's Curio that he need to care , To frolique freely with the proud'st that dare : But this excesse was such in all things rare , As he prov'd banquerout e're he was aware .

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

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

343 On Women . Women thinke wo — men far more constant bee , Then wee men , and the letter O wee see : In wo — men , not in we men , as they say , Figures earth's constant Orbe ; we men say nay : It meanes the moone , which proves ( none thinke it strange women are constant , & most true in change

344 On Promises . My Mistrisse sweares shee 'd leave all men for me , Yea though that Iove himselfe should rivall be : Shee sweares it , but what women sweare to kind - - Loves , may be writ in rapid seas and winde .

345 To his mistrisse . Take , oh take those lips a way , That so sweetly were for-sworne : And those eies like breake of day . Lights that doe mislead he morne : But my kisses bring againe , Seales of love , though seal'd in vaine . Hide , oh hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosome beares : On whose tops the pinkes that grow , Are of those that Aprill weares : But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icie chaines by thee .

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

347 In Diogenem & Craesum : When the tubb'd Cynicke went to hell , and there , Found the pale ghost of golden Craesus bare , Hee stops ; and jeering till he shrugges againe , Sayes O! thou richest king of kings what gaine Have all thy large heapes brought thee , since I spie Thee here alone , and poorer now then 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 aske wealth and liberty : I de promise sure , the Barber askes not this , No , t is a Thiefe and feare imperious is .

349 Drusiu● and Furio. Furio would fight with Drusius in the field , Because the Straw , stout Drusiu● would not yeeld , On which their mistrisse trod , they both tid meet , Drusius in fight fell dead at Furios feet , One had the Straw , but with it this greek letter 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 thinke that love is neither god nor boy , But a mad-braines imaginary toy .

351 On Durus . A friend of Durus comming on a day To visite him , finding the doores say nay ; Being lock'd fast up , first knocks , and then doth Pause , As Lord have mercy on 's had bin the cause ; But missing it , he ask't a neighbour by When the rich Duru's were lock'd and why ? He said it was a Custome growne of late At diner time to lock your great man's gate . Durus ' his poor friend admir'd & thought the doo● Was not for State lock'd up , but 'gainst the poore , And thence departing empty of good cheere , Said , Lord have mercy on us , is not there .

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

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

354 On Bibens . Bibens to shew his liberality , Made Lusus drunk ; a noble quality , And much esteem'd , which Bibens fain would prove , To be the signe of his familiar-love . Lusus beware , thou 'lt finde him in the end , Familiar devill , no familiar friend .

355 On Tobacco . Things which are common , common men do use , The better sort do common things refuse : Yet countrys-cloth-breech , & court-velvet-hose , Puff both alike , Tobacco , through the nose .

356 In Superbum . Rustick Superbus fine new cloath's hath got , Of Taffata and Velvet , fair in sight ; The shew of which hath so bewitch'd the sot , That he thinks Gentleman to be his right . But he 's deceiv'd ; for , true that is of old , An Ape 's an Ape , though he wear cloth of gold .

357 On Infidus . Infidus was so free of oathes last day , That he would swear , what e're he thought to say : But now such is his chance , whereat h●'s griev'd , The more he swears , the lesse he is believ'd .

358 On Christmas-Ivy . At Christmas men do alwaies Ivie get , And in each corner of the house it set . But why do they , then , use that Bacchus weed ? Because they mean , then , Bacchus-like to feed .

359 On Bacchus . Pot-lifting - Bacchus , to the earth did bend His 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 drunkards kindnes shown , To drink his friend a Health , and lose his own ?

360 Of a fat man . He 's rich , that hath great in-comes by the year ; Then that great belly'd man is rich , I le swear : For sure , his belly ne'r so big had bin , Had he not daily had great comings-in .

361 Vindicta vim sequitur . Kitt being kick'd and spurr'd , pursues the Law , That doom'd the dammage at twice forty pence . which , when the party which had wrong'd him , saw ; Thought t was too great a fine for such off●nce . Why then , quoth Kitt , if I too much request , Thou maist at any time kick out the rest .

363 On Flaccus . Flaccus being yong , they said he was a Gull ; Of his s●mplicity , each mouth was full : And pitying him , they 'd say , the foolish Lad Would be deceived , sure , of all he had . His youth is past , now may they turn him loose ; For why ? the Gull is grown to be a Goose.

363 Per plumas anser . See how y●ng Rufus walks in green each day , As if he ne'r was youthfull untill now : E're Christmas next , his green Goose will be gray , And those high burnish'd plumes in 's cap will bow . But you do wrong him , since his purse is full ▪ To call him Goose , that is so yong a Gull .

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

365 To Fortune . Poets say Fortune's blinde , and cannot see , And therefore to be born withall , if she Sometimes drop gifts on undeserving wights : But sure they are deceiv'd ; she hath her sight , Els could it not at all times so fall out , That fools should have , & wise men go without .

366 Vnde venis , memora . With earthen plate , Agathocles , they say , Did use to meal ; so serv'd with Samo's clay , When jewell'd plate , and rugged earth was by , He seem'd to mingle wealth and poverty . One ask'd the cause : he answers , I that am Sicilia's King , from a poor Potter came . Hence learn , thou that art rais'd from mean estate ▪ To sudden riches , to be temperate .

367 On Leucus . Leucus loves life , yet liveth wickedly ; H● ha●eth death , yet wisheth he may dy Honestly and well : so what is naught he loves , And what he would have good , he nought approves .

368 On Biscus . I pray you Sir , give Biscus leave to speak , The Gander loves to hear himself to creak .

369 In Thrasonem . Since Thraso met one stoutly in the field , He crakes his spirit , & knows not how to yield ; Looks big , swears , strouts with set-side-arms the streets , Yet gently yields the wal to al he meets . And to his friends that asks the reason , why ? His an●wer's this , My self I grace thereby : For every one the common proverb knows , That alwaies to the wall the weakest go's .

370 In Cornutum . One told his wife , a Hart's-head he had bought , To hang his Hat upon , and home it brought . To whom his frugal wife , What needs that ca●● ▪ I hope , sweet-heart , your head your hat can bear ▪

371 On More-dew . More-dew the Mercer , with a kinde salute , Would needs intreat my custom for a suit : Here Sir , quoth he , for Sattins , Velvets call , What e're you please , I le take your word for all ▪ I thank'd , took , gave my word ; say than , Am I at all indebted to this man ?

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

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

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

375 On Clym . Clym cals his wife , & reck'ning all his neighbors , Just half of them are Cuckolds , he averrs . Nay fie , quoth she , I would they heard you speak ; You of your self , it seems , no reckoning make .

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

377 On Womens f●ults . Wee 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 scornfull Dame , invited over-night , To come and dine next morrow with a Knight , Refus'd his sudden bidding with disdain . To whom this message was return'd again ; Sith with so short time she could not dispence , To pray her come at that day Twelve-moneth hence .

379 On Law . Our Civill-Law doth seem a Royall thing , It hath more Titl●s 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 Coyner , yet he fears no death , For he ne'r stamps in mettall , but in breath : Swears from Believe me , & Good-faith & troth , Up to God-damn-me ; and without an oath Protests in nothing , be he ne'r 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 look'd 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 Wooll-ward went , was wondred at ; Which he excus'd , as done through pure contrition . But who so simple , Cantus , credits that ? T is too wel known , thou art of worse condition . And therefore if no linnen 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 sence : Unto his Serving-man , alias , his Boy . H● utters speech exceeding quaint and coy ; Diminitive , and my defective slave , My Pleasures pleasure is , that I must have My Corps 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 oathes fly through mine ears ? How like a Lord of Pluto's Court he swears ! How Dutch-man like he swallows down his drink ! How sweet he takes Tobacco , til he stink ! How lofty sprighted , he disdains a Boor : How faithfull hearted he is to a — ! How cock-tail proud he doth himself advance ! How rare his Spurs do ring the Morri●e-dance ! Now I protest , by Mistris Susans Fann , He and his Boy will make a proper Man .

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

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

389 On Corydon . An home-spun Peasant with his Urine-glasse , The Doctour ask'd what Country-man 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 dev'lish , furious . Of some , or all of these , I dare compound thee ; But for a Lyer ever have I found thee .

390 On a Spanish souldier . A Spanish souldier , sick unto the death , His Pistoll 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 practise joyned , you may kill , Sir , all alive , and have the world at will .

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

392 On Hypocrisy . As Venison in a poor mans kitchin '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 Fabullus . I ask'd Fabullus , 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 Gowt .

396 On a Thief . A Thief condemned for a hainous crime , Was for to lose his tongue at the same time : But he the Court intreats 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 ▪ Sai●h 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 Mistris is a Punk ; Which being told ●er , was no whit dismaid , For sure as death ( quoth she ) the villains drunk , And in that taking , knows not what he said . 'T was well excus'd , but oft it comes to passe , That true we finde , In vino veritas .

398 Infirmis-animosus . ●ontus by no means from his coyn 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 resign'd , Witnes his cloak , throughout with velvet lin'd . Which by a Paradox comes thus to passe , The greasie Gull is turn'd a gallant asse .

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 , D●liver .

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

402 Puduit sua damna referre . Such ill successe had Dick , at Dice , last night , As he was forc'd , 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 , Vnless some worthless upper-dish or twain ; The rest for service still again remain . His man that us'd to bring them in for show , Leaving a dish upon the bench below , Was by his Master ( much offended ) blam'd : Which he , as brief , with answer quickly fram'd ; ‛T ath been so often brought afore this day , As now ch'ad thoft it self had known the way .

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

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

406 Detur laus digniori . Mistris Marina 'mongst some gossips sate , Where faces were the Subject of their chat ; Some look'd too pale , some seem'd 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 himselfe accurst 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 weapen .

408 An absolute Gallant . If you will see true valour here display'd , Heare Poly-phemus , and be not afraid : D' ye see me wrong'd , and will ye thus restrain me ? Sir let me go , for by these hilts I 'le braine ye . Shall a base patch , with appearance wrong me ? I 'le kill the villaine , pray do not prolong me ; Call my Tobacco putrified stuffe ? Tell me it stinks ? say it is drosse I snuffe ? Sirrah what are you ? why sir what would you ? I am a Prentice , 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 shew his purse , and tels you this , It is mor● horrid than a Pest-house is ; For in a Pest-house many mortals enter , But in his purse one angell dares not venture .

410 Ambo-dexter . Two Gentlemen of hot and fiery sp'rite , Took boat and went up west-ward to go fight ; Embarked both , for Wend-worth they set Sail , And there arriving with a happy gale . The Water-men discharged for their fare , Then to be parted , thus their minds declare : Pray Oares , say they , stay here , and come not nigh , We go to fight a little , but here by : The Water-men , with Staves did follow then , And cry'd , 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 purpos'd 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 forme appear ? I would I had my sute 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 Taylor with a sheet of paper-bill , Vow 's he 'll be paid , and Sergeants he hath fee'd ▪ Which wait your comming forth to do the deed . Boy God-a-mercy , let my Lady stay , I 'le see no Counter for her sake to day .

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

413 Tom's Fortune . Tom tels he 's robb'd , and counting all his losses , Concludes , all 's gone , the world is full of crosses : If all be gone , Tom take this comfort then , Th' art certain never to have crosse agen .

414 Opus & Vsus . Opus for need , consum'd his wealth apace , And ne're would cease untill he was undone ; His brother Vsus liv'd in better case Than Opus did although the eldest Son . 'T is strange it should be so , yet here was it , Opus had all the Land , Vsus the Wit.

415 A good Wife . A Batchelor would have a Wife were wise , Faire , rich , and yong , a maiden for his his bed — Nor proud , not churli●h , but of faultlesse size ; A Country huswife , in the City bred . But he 's a fool , and long in vain hath staid ; He should bespeak her , there 's none ready made .

416 On an inconstant Mistris . I dare not much say , when I thee commend , Lest thou be changed e're my prayses end .

417 In Lesbiam . Why should I love thee Lesbia ? I no reason see , Then out of reason , Lesbia 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 damne that he nought cares , To please his body ; therefore good friend Paul , If thy kind Nature , will affoord me grace , Hereafter love me in thy body's place .

419 On Zeno. Zeno would faine 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 us'd 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 withall no pity , Are like a prick-song 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 ake , 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 escap'd the Surgeons 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 Physicks hire ; the child tha●'s burnt , for ever dreads the fire .

425 On Rufus . At all , quoth Rufus , set ye , what you dare ? I 'le throw at all , and 't were a peck of gold ; No life lies on 't , then coyn I 'le never spare , Why Rufus , that 's the cause of all that 's sold. For with franck 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 discourtesie , Call'd an Attorny meer 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 lov'd so madly , that he lost his wits ; Yet he lost nought , yet grant I he was mad , How could he loose that which he never had ?

429 Fooles Fortune . God sends fools 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 amisse .

431 On a Mad-màn . One ask'd a mad-man if a wife he had ? A wife , quoth he , I never was so mad .

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

433 Nescis , quid serus vesper vehat . Lyncus deviseth as he lies in bed , What new apparrell , he were best to make him : So many fashions flow within his head , As much he fears the Taylor 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 loose it . To tell you true , Ficus I thus suppose , 'T was some French Caniball , bit off your nose .

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

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

437 On a Friend inde●d . A reall friend a Canon cannot batter ; With nom'nall friends , a Squib's a perilous matter .

438 Mans ingresse , and egresse . Nature , which headlong , into life did throng us , With our feet forward , to our grave doth bring us : What is lesse ours , than this our borrowed breat● ? We stumble into life , we go to death .

439 On bad de●tors . Bad debtors are good lyers ; for they say , I 'le pay you without fail , on such a day : Come is the day , to come the debt is still , So still they lye , though stand in debt they will . But Fulcus hath so oft ly'd in this wise , That now he lies in Lud-gate for his lyes .

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

441 On Panurgus . Panurgus pryes in high and low affairs , He talks of forraigne , and our civill state : But for his own , he neither counts nor cares ; That he refers to fortune and his ●ate , His neighbors faults straight in his face he 'l 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 wel 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 walk'd , a friend of mine , Mistook a painted Madam for a signe That in a window stood ; but I acquainted , Told him it was no woodden signe was painted , But Madam — yea true said he , Yet 't is little signe of modesty .

444 Qui ebrius laudat temperantiam . Severus likes not these unseason'd lines , Of rude absurdities , times foul abuse , To all posterities , and their assignes , That might have bin , saith he , to better use . What sencelesse gull , but reason may convince , Or jade so dull , but being kick'd 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 feare no ill , For smaller than I am , I cannot be .

446 On wisdome and vertue . Wise-men are wiser than good-men , what then ? 'T is 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 dayly , 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 ask'd him wherefore ? he in laughing sort , Told me it was but for a childish matter . How ere he laught 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 Rhetoricke . Good arguments without coyn , will not stick , To pay , and not to say's best Rhetorick .

451 Est mihi Diva parens . Ominus wondreth , since he came from Wales , What the description of this Isle might be ; That ne're had seen but mountains , hils , and dales , Yet would he boast , and stand on 's pedegree . From Rice ap Ric●ard , sprung from Dick a Cow , Be cod was right good gentle-man , 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 selfe , is not more naturall .

453 On Zoylus . If Souldiers may obtain four Termes of war , Muskets should be the pleaders , Pikes the bar : For black bags , Bandeleirs , Jackets for gownes , Angels for fees ; we 'll take no more crack't crowns .

454 On a swearing Gallant . What God commands , this wretched creature loathes , He never names his Maker , but by oathes : And weares 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 drowzy 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 stomack is in hungry case . No sooner din'd , but calls , come take away , And swears 't is late , he must goe 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 hast , His houre of Supper-time 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 my Selfe . Who seeks to please all men each way , And not himselfe offend ; He may begin to work to day , But God knows when hee 'l end .

457 To the mis-interperter . Cease gaul'd backt guilt , those inscious lines to mince , The world wil know y' are rubd if once you wince They hem within their ●eeming Critique wall , Particularly none , generally all : 'Mongst which if you have chanc'd to catch a prick Cry we-hy if you will , but do not kick ▪

458 On a Mother and her son having but two eyes betwixt them , each one . A half blind-boy , born of a half blind mother , Peerlesse for beauty , save compar'd to th' other ; Faire boy , give her thine eye and she will prove The Queen of beauty , thou the God of love .

459 To his quill . Thou hast been wanton , therefore it is meet , Thou ' shouldst do penance do it in a sheet .

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

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

462 To young men . Yong men fly , when beauty darts Amorous glances at your hearts , The fixt marke gives your shooter aime , And Ladyes lookes have power to maime , Now 'twixt their lips , now in ●heir eyes Wrapt in a kisse or smile love lyes , Then fly betimes for onely they Conquer love that run away .

463 The pens prosopopeia to the Scrivener . Thinike who when you cut the quill , Wounded was yet did no ill ; When you mend me , thinke you must Mend your selfe , else you 're unjust When you dip my nib in Inke , Thinke on him that gall did drinke , When the Inke sheds from your pen , Thinke who shed his blood for men ; When you write , but thinke on this , And you ne're shall write amisse .

464 A raritie . If thou bee'st born to strange sights , Things invisible to see : Ride ten thousand dayes and nights , Till age snow white haires on thee . And thou when thou return'st wilt tell me ; All strange wonders that befell thee , And thou ' lt sweare that no where Lives a maiden true and faire .

465 Vpon Tom Toltham's nose . The radiant colour of Tom Toltham's nose , Puts down the lilly and obscures the rose ; Had I a jewell of such pretious hew , I would present it to some Monarch's view , No subject should possesse such jems as those Ergo , the King must have Tom Toltham's nose .

466 Vpon Thorough-good an unthrif● . Thy sir name Thorough-good befitteth thee , Thou Thorough-good , and good goes thorough thee Nor thou in good , nor good in thee doth stay , Both of you , thorough goe , and passe away .

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

469 On the new aressings . Ladyes that weare black cypresse vailes , Turn'd lately to white linnen railes , And to your girdle weare your bands ; And shew your armes in stead of hands : What can you do in Lent more meet , As fittest dresse , than weare a sheet : 'T was once a band , t is now a cloake , An acorne one day proves an oake , Weare but your lawn unto your feet , And then your band will prove a sheet : By which device and wise excesse , You do your pennance in a dresse , And none shall know , by what they see , Which Lady 's censur'd , which goes free .

469 Thus answered . Blacke Cypresse vailes are shrouds of night , White linnen railes are railes of light ; Which though we to our girdles weare , W' have hands to keepe your armes off there ; Who makes our bands to be a cloake , Makes Iohn a Stiles of Iohn an Oke : We weare our linnen to our feet , Yet need not make our band a sheet . Your Clergie wears as long as wee , Yet that implyes conformitie : Be wise , recant what you have writ , Least you do pennance for your wit : Love charmes have power to weave a string Shall tye you , as you ty'd your ring , Thus by loves sharpe , but just decree You may be censur'd , we go free .

470 Amicitia . What 's ●riendship ? 't is a treasure , 't is a pleasure : Bred 'twixt two worthy spirits , by their merits : 'T is two minds in one , meeting never fleeting : Two wils in one consenting , each contenting , One brest in two divided , yet not parted ; A double body , and yet single hearted ; Two bodies making one , through self election , Two minds , yet having both but one affection .

471 To his Mistrisse . I cannot pray you in a studied stile , Nor speak words distant from my heart a mile ; I cannot visit Hide-parke every day , And with a hackney court my time away ; I cannot spanniolize it weeke by week , Or waite a moneth to kisse your hand or cheek ; If when you 'r lov'd you cannot love againe , Why doe but say so , I am out of paine .

472 On the Queene of Bohemia . You meaner Beauties of the night , Which poorely satisfie our eyes ; More by your number then your light ; The common people of the skies : What are ye when the moon shall rise ? You violets that first appeare , By your purple mantle known ; Like proud virgins of the yeere , As if the Spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? You wandring chaunters of the wood , That fill the ayre with natures layes : Thinking your passions understood , By weak accents , where 's your praise , When Philomell her voyce shall raise : So when my Princesse shall be seen , In sweetnes of her lookes and mind : By vertues first , then choyce a Queen , Tell me , was she not design'd , Th' eclipse and glory of her kind ?

473 To his noble friend . There 's no necessity that can exclude The poorest being from a gratitude ; For when the strength of fortune lends no more , He that is truely thankefull is not poore , Yours be the bounty then , mine the great debt , On which no time , nor power can ransome set .

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

475 On his Mrs. death Unjustly we complain of fate , For short'ning our unhappy dayes , When death doth nothing but translate And print us in a better phrase ; Yet who can choose but weep ? not I , That beautie of such excellence , And more vertue then could dy ; By deaths rude hand is ravish'd hence , Sleepe blest creature in thine Urne , My sighes , my teares shall not awake thee , I but stay untill my turne And then , Oh then ! I 'le overtake thee .

476 Aequè facilitas ac difficultas nocet amoris . I love not her that at the first cries I , I love not her that doth me still deny , Be she too hard shee 'll cause me to despaire , Be she too easie , shee 's as light as faire ; 'T is hard to say whether most hurt procure , She that is hard or easy to allure , If it be so , then lay me by my side The hard , soft , willing and unwilling bride .

477 In monumenta Westminsteriensia . Mortality behold and feare , What a change of flesh is here ; Thinke how many royall bones , Sleep within this heap of stones , Here they ly , had realmes and lands ; Who now want strength to stir their hands ; Where from their Pulpits seel'd with dust , They preach , In greatnes is no trust ; Here 's an acre sown indeed , With the richest royal'st seed , That the earth did e're suck in Since the first man dy'd for sin , Here the bones of birth have cry'd , Though Gods they were , as men they dy'd : Here are sands , ignoble things , Drop'd from the ruin'd sides of Kings ; Here 's a world of pompe and state , Buried in dust , once dead by fate .

478 Semel it sa●ivimus . Beldam , God blesse thee , thou want'st nought but wit And having gotten that , we 'r freed from it , Bridewell , I cannot any way dispraise thee For thou dost feed the poore and jerke the lazie . New-gate , of thee I cannot much complaine ; For once a moneth , thou freest men out of paine , But from the Counters gracious Lord defend us : To Bedlam , Bridewell , or to New gate send us , For there in time wit , worke , or law sets free ; But here wit , work , nor law gets liberty .

479 On the Marriage of one Turbolt , with Mrs. Hill . What are Deucalions dayes return'd that we , A Turbolt swimming on a Hill do see ? What shall we in this age so strange report , That fishes leave the sea on hils to sport ? And yet this hill , though never tir'd with standing Lay gently down to give a Turbolt landing .

480 Vpon Annas marriadge with a lawyer . Anne is an angell , what if so shee be ? What is a angell ? but a lawyers fee.

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

482 Aenigma . The Devill men say in Devonshire dy'd of late ; But Devonshire lately liv'd in rich estate , Till Rich his toyes did Devonshire so bewitch , As Devonshire dy'd and left the Devill rich .

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

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

485 Barten Holiday to the Puritan on his Technogamia . 'T is not my person , nor my play , But my sirname , Holiday , That does offend thee , thy complaints Are not against me , but the Saints ; So ill dost thou endure my name , Because the Church doth like the same , A name more awfull to the puritane Then Talbot unto france , or Drake to Spaine ▪

486 On a Picture . This face here pictur'd time shall longer have , Then life the substance of it , or the grave , Yet as I change from this by death I know , I shall like death , the liker death I grow .

487 In Meretrices . The law hangs theeves for their unlawfull stealing , The law carts bawds for keeping of the doore , The law doth punish rogues , for roguish dealing , The law whips both the pander and the whore ; But yet I muse from whence this law is grown ; Whores must not steal , yet must not use their own .

487 On the Citty Venice . When in the Adriatick Neptune saw How Venice stood , and gave the seas their law , Boast thy Tarpeian towers , now Iove said he , And Mars thy wals , if Tiber 'fore the sea Thou dost prefer , view both the cities ods , Thou'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 morne , That I would weare , yet could not winde a horne And I reply'd he perfect truth should find it , Many did weare the horn that could not wind it , Howe're of all that man may weare it best , Who makes claime to it as his ancient crest .

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

491 Quicquid non nummus . The mony'd man can safely saile all seas , And make his fortune as himselfe shall please , He can wed Danae , and command that now Acrisius selfe that fatall match allow : He can declaime , chide , censure verses , write , And do all things better then Cato might ; He knows the Law and rules it , hath and is Whole Servius , and what Labeo can possesse , In briefe let rich men wish what e're they love , 'T will come , they in a lock'd chest keep a Iove .

492 On Annas a news-monger . Annas hath long eares for all news to passe : His eares must needs be long for hee 's an asse .

494 Semel in●anivimus omnes . Thus have I waded through a worthlesse taske , Whereto I trust there 's no exception ta'ne , For meant to none , I answer such as aske , 'T is like apparell made in birchen lane ; If any please to suit themselves and weare it , The blames not mine but theirs that needs will weare it .

495 To Aulus . Some ( speaking in their own renown ) Say that this book , was not exactly done ; I care not much , like banquets , let my bookes Rather be pleasing to the guests then cooks .

496 Ad sesquipedales poetastros . Hence Brauron's God to Tauriminion , And you Levaltoring Corybants be gone ; Fly thundring Bronsterops to Hippocrene , And Maur●s to nimph nursing Mytelene ; Grisly Maegera's necromantique spell Depart to blacke nights Acheronticke cell : Avaunt transformed Epidarian , Unto th' Antipod Isles of Tabraban , Away Cyllenius plumy-pinnion'd God , With thy peace making wand , snake charming rod And all the rest not daring looke upon Vranus' blood-borne brood , and fell Typhon Chimaera's victor great Bellepheron ; Thou vanquisher of Spanish Geryon , Stout Asdruball Sicilian Lord of yore , Thou that destroyd'st the Calidonian bore ; Couragious conqueror of Creetes Minotaure , Thou pride of Mermeros ' cloudy Semitaure . Perseus whose marble stone transforming shield ; Enfor●'d the whale , Andromeda to yeeld , You Argonautes that scour'd Syndromades , And pass't the quicke sands of Semplegades , Helpe Demogorgon , King of heaven and earth , Chaos Lucina at Litigiums birth , The world with child looks for delivery Of Cannibals or Poetophagie ; A devillish brood , from Ericthonius , From Iphidemia , Nox , and Erebus , Chide Pegasus for op'ning Helicon , And Poets damn to Pery-Phlegeton , Or make this monstrous birth abortive be Or else I will shake hands with poetrie .

497 A Serving man . One to a Serving man this councell 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 Theeves . Two Theeves by night began a lock to pick , One in the house awake ; thus answer'd quick , Why how now ? what a stir you there do keep , Goe home again , we are not yet asleep .

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

500 A poore Peasant . A poore man being sent for to the King , Began to covet much a certaine thing Before he went : being but an Iron naile , His friend did aske him what it would availe ? ( Quoth he ) this is as good as one of steele , For me to knock now into fortunes wheele .

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

502 A Gentleman and his Phisitian . A Gentleman not richest in discretion , Was alwayes sending for his own phisition . 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 passe , Must needs go slow , which goes upon an asse .

503 A Peasant and his wife . A Peasant with his wife was almost wilde , To understand his Daughter was with childe , And said if to the girle sh 'ad taken heed , Sh 'ad not been guilty of so foule a deed . Husband ( said she ) I sweare by cock , ( Welfare a good old token ) The Dev'll him selfe can't keep that lock Which every key can open .

504 G-L-Asse . He that loves Glasse without a G , Leave out L and that is hee . — Nihil hic nisi carmina desunt .

EPITAPHS .

1. On a travelling begger . HEre lies a Vagrant person whom our lawes , ( Of late growne strict ) denied passage , cause Hee wandred thus , therefore returne he must , From whence at first he hither came , to dust .

2. On a Mason . So long the Mason wrought on other's walles , That his owne house of clay to ruine falles : No wonder spitefull death , wrought his annoy , He us'd to build , and death seekes to destroy .

3. On a Dyer . Though death the Dyer colour-lesse hath made , Yet he dies pale , and will not leave his trade ; But being dead , the meanes yet doth not lacke To die his friends cloth into mourning blacke . Some sure foresaw his death , for they of late Vs'd to exclaime upon his dying fate . And weake , and faint , he seem'd oft-times t' have been , For to change colours , often he was seen ; Yet there no matter was so foule , but he Would set a colour on it handsomlye . Death him no unexpected stroke could give That learnt to dye , since he began to live . He shall yet prove , what he before hath try'd , And shall once more , live after he hath dy'd .

4. Of a Schoolemaster . The grāmer Schoole 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 Shake-speare . Renowned Spencer lye a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer , and rare Beaumont lye A little neerer Spencer , to make roome For Shake-speare in your threefold , fourefold tombe To lodge all foure in one bed make a shift Vntill Doomes day , for hardly will a fifth Betwixt this day and that by Fates be slaine ▪ For whom your curtaines may be drawn againe . If your precedencie in death doe barre A fourth place in your sacred Sepulchre ; Vnder this sacred marble of thine owne , Sleepe rare Tragaedian Shake-speare ! sleep alone . Thy unmolested peace in an unshared cave Possesse as Lord , not tenant of thy grave . That unto us , and others it may bee Honour hereafter to be laid by thee .

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

7. On Prince Henry . I have no veine in verse , but if I could , Distill on every word a pearle I would . Our sorrowes pearles drop not from pens , but eies , Whilst other's Muse ? write , mine onely cries .

8. On a Foot-boy that dyed with overmuch running . Base tyrant death thus to assaile one tyr'd Who scarse his latest breath beeing left expir'd ; And being too too cruell 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 soule and body running in a race , Thy soule held out ; thy body tyr'd apace , Thy soule gained , and left that lump of clay To rest it selfe , untill 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 us'd to meet ; Is now , alas ! content to take one sheet .

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

11. Another . Here Hobson lyes , prest with a heavy loade , Who now is gone the old and common Roade ; The waggon he so lov'd , so lov'd to ride , That he was drawing on , whilst that he dy'd .

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

13. On a treacherous Warrener . Behold here lyes a scalded pate quite bare ▪ In catching conies , who lost many a hare .

14. On a faire Damosell . Life is the Road to death , & death Heavens gate must be , Heaven is the throne of Christ , & Christ is life to me .

15. On a Foot-man . This nimble foot-man ran away from death , And here he rested being out of breath ; Here death him overtooke , made him his slave , And sent him on an errand to his grave .

16. On Queene Anne , 〈◊〉 dyed in March , was kept all Aprill , and buried in May. March with his winds hath strucke a Cedar tall , And weeping April mournes the Cedar's fall ; And May intēds her month no flow'rs shal bring Since she must lose , the flow'r of all the spring . Thy March his winds have caused April show'rs And yet sad May must lose his flow'r of flow'rs .

17. Iustus Lipsius . Some have high mountaines of Parian stone , And some in brasse carve their inscription , Some have their tombes of costly marble rear'd , But in our teares , onely art thou interr'd .

18. On a child of two yeeres old , being borne and dying in Iuly . Here is laid a July-flow'r With surviving teares bedew'd Not despayring of that houre When her spring shall be renew'd ; E're she had her Summer seene , Shee was gather'd , fresh and greene .

29. Another . Like bird of prey , Death snatcht away , This harmelesse dove , Whose soule so pure Is now secure In heaven above .

20. Another . That flesh is grasse It 's grace a flower Reade e're you passe Whom wormes dovour● .

21. On a Cobler . Death at a Coblers doore oft made a stand , And alwaies found him on the mending hand ; At last came death in very foule weather , And ript the soale , from the upper leather : Death put a trick upon him , and what was 't ? The cobler call'd for 's awle , death brought his Laste .

22. On a Lock-smith . A zealous Lock-smith dy'd of late , Who by this time 's at heaven-gate The reason why he will not knocke Is , 'cause he meanes to picke the locke .

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

24. On Dick Pinner . Here lyes Dick Pinner , O ungentle death ! Why did'st thou rob Dick Pinner of his breath ? For living , he by scraping of a pin Made better dust , then thou hast made of him .

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

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

27. On Proud Tygeras . Proud and foolish , so it came to passe , He liu'd a Tyger , and he dy'd and Asse .

28. On Iohn Cofferer . Here lyes Iohn Cofferer , and takes his rest , Now he hath chang'd a coffer for a chest .

29. On blind and deafe Dicke Freeman . Here lyes Dicke Freeman That could not heare , nor see man .

30. On a Miller . Death without warning , was as bold as briefe , When he kill'd two in one , Miller & Thiefe .

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

32. On a Sack-sucker . Good reader blesse thee , be assur'd , The spirit of Sack lyes here immur'd : Who havock'd all he could come by For Sack , and here quite sack'd doth lye .

33. On a Lady . Here lyes one dead under this marble stone , Who when she liv'd , lay under more than one ▪

34. On a Westler . Death to this Wrestler , gave a fine fall ; That tript up his heeles , and tooke no hold at all .

35. On Iohn Death . Here 's Death intterred , that liu'd by bread , Then all should live , now death is dead .

36. On a Scrivener . Here to a period , is the Scrievener come , This is the last sheet , his full point this tombe . Of all aspersions I excuse him not , 'T is knowne he liu'd not , without many a blot ; Yet he no ill example shew'd to any , But rather gave good coppies unto many : He in good letters alwaies hath beene bred And hath writ more , then many men have read . He rulers had as his command by law , And though he could not hang , yet he could draw . He far more bond men had & made than any , A dash alone of his pen ruin'd many . That not without good reason , we might call His letters great or little Capitall : Yet is the Scriveners fate as sure as just , When he hath all done , then he falls to dust .

37. On a Chandler . How might his dayes end that made weekes ? or hee That could make light , here laid in darkenes bee ? Yet since his weekes were spent how could he chose But be depriu'd of light & his trade lose . Yet dead the Chandler is , and sleep's in peace , No wonder ! long since melted was his greace : It seemes that he did evill , for daylight He hated , and did rather wish the night , Yet came his workes to light , & were like gold Prou'd in the fire , but could not tryall hold . His candle had an end , and death's black night Is an extinguisher of all his light .

38. On a young gentle-woman . Nature in this small volume was about To perfect what in women was left out ; Yet carefull least a peice so well begun Should want preservatives when she had done : E're she could finish , what she undertooke , Threw dust upon it , and shut up the booke .

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

40. On a Lady dying quickly after her husband . He first deceased , she a little try'd To live without him , liked not , and dy'd .

41. On a Smith . Farewell stout Iron-side , not all thine art Could make a shield against death's envious dart . Without a fault no man , his life doth passe , For to his vice the Smith addicted was . He oft , ( as choller is encreas't by fire ) Was in a fume , and much enclin'd to ire . He had so long bin us'd to forge , that he Was with a blacke coale markt for forgery But he for witnesse needed not to care , Who but a blacke-smith was , though ne●'e so fayre . And opertunities he slacked not That knew to strike , then when the ir'n was hot As the doore-nailes he made , hee 's now as dead , He them , & death him , hath knockt on the head .

42. On Mr. Stone . Jerusalems curse is not fulfill'd in mee , For here a stone upon a stone you see .

43. On a Child . Into this world as stranger to an Inne This child came guest-wise , where when it had beene A while and found nought worthy of his stay , He onely broke his fast & went away .

44. On a man drown'd in the snow . Within a fleece of silent waters drown'd ; Before my death was knowne a grave I found . That which exil'd my life from her sweet home , For griefe straight froz it selfe into a tombe . One element my angry fate thought meet To be my death , grave , tombe , & winding-sheet , Phaebus himselfe mine Epitaph had writ , But blotting many e're he thought one fit ; He wrote untill my grave , and tombe were gone , And 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 untomb'd I lye , And thus much have the best of Destinie : Corruption from which onely one was free , Devour'd my grave but did not feede on mee : My first grave tooke me from the ●ace of men , My last shall give me backe to life agen .

45. On Prince Henry . In natur's law 't is a plaine case to dye , No cunning Lawyer can demurre on that ; For cruell death and destiny , Serve all men with a Latitat . So Princely Henry ; when his case was try'd , Confess'd the action , paid the debt , and dy'd .

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

47. On a Scholler . Forbeare friend t' unclaspe this booke Onely in the fore-front looke , For in it have errours bin , Which made th' authour call it in : Yet know this , 't shall have more worth , At the second comming forth .

48. On a young woman . The body which within this earth is laid , Twice sixe weekes knew a wife , a saint , a maid ; Fair maid , chast wif , pure saint , yet 't is not strange She was a woman therefore pleas'd to change : And now shee 's dead , some woman doth remaine For still she hopes , once to be chang'd againe .

49. On Brawne . Here Brawne the quondam begger lyes ▪ Who counted by his tale , Full sixscore winters in his life ; Such vertue is in ale . Ale was his meate , ale was his drinke , Ale did him long reprive , And could he still have drunke his ale , He had beene still alive .

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

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

52. On a Candle . Here lyes ( 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 meane to handle , Here doth lie a farthing-candle That was lov'd well , having it's light , But losing that , now bids good-night .

53. Another . Here lyes the chandlers chiefest say Here lyes the schollers pale-fac'd boy , Having nought else but skin and bone Dy'd of a deepe consumption .

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

55. On an Inne-keeper . It is not I that dye , I doe but leave an Inne , Where harbour'd was with me all filthy kind of sin ; It is not I that dye , I doe but now begin Into eternall joy by faith to enter in . Why weepe 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 seeke ye sirs ? Old Hobson ? fye up●n Your tardinesse , the carrier is gone . Why stare you so ? nay you deserve to faile , Alas here 's naught , but his old rotten maile . Her went a good-while since , no question store Are glad , who vext he would not goe before : And some are grieu'd hee 's gone so soone away , The Lord knowes why he did no longer stay . How could he please you all ? I 'm sure of this , He linger'd soundly howsoe're you misse . But gone he is , nor was he surely well At his departure as mischance befell , For he is gone in such unwonted kinde As ne're before , his goods all left behinde .

57. On Bolus . If gentlenesse could tame the fates , or wit Delude them , Bolus had not dyed yet ; But one that death o're rules in judgement sits , And saies our sins are stronger than our witts .

58. On Iuggler . Death came to see thy trickes and cut in twaine Thy thread , why did'st not make it whole againe

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 Clowne . Softly tread this earth upon , For here lyes our Corydon Who through care to save his sheepe Watcht too much , oh let him sleepe !

60. On Queene Anne . Thee to invite the great God sent his star , Whose friends & kinsmen mightie Princes are For though they run the race of men and dye , Death serves but to refine their majesty . So did the Queen from hence her court remove , And left the earth to be enthron'd above . Thus is she chang'd not dead , no good Prince dyes But like the day-star , onely sets to rise .

62. On Sir Horatio Palavozeene . Here lyes Sir Horatio Palavozeene , Who robb'd the Pope to pay the Queene , And was a theife . A theife ? thou ly'st : For why , he robo'd but Antichrist . Him death with his beesome sweept from Babram , Into the bosome of old Abraham : But then came Hercules with his club , And struck him downe to Belzebub .

63. On an onely child . Here lyes the fathers hope , the mothers joy , Though they seeme haplesse , happy was the boy Who of this life , the long and tedious race , Hath travell'd out in lesse then 2 moneth 's space ; Oh happie soule to whom such grace was given ▪ To make so short a voyage backe to heaven , As here a name & christendome t' obtaine And to his maker then returne again● .

64. Another . As carefull nurses on their beds doe lay , Their babes which would too long the wantons 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 quire of Angels , that have gain'd a Saint ! Where all perfection met in skill and voice , We mourne our losse , but yet commend your choyce .

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

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

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

69. On a Gard'ner . Could hee forget his death that ev'ry houre Was emblem'd to it , by the fading flowre ? Should hee not mind his end ? yes sure he must That still was conversant 'mong beds of dust .

70. On Edmund Spencer , poet laureat . He was , and is ( see then where lyes 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 weare out .

71. Ou Taylour a Sergeant , kill'd by a Horse . A Taylour is a thiefe , a Sergeant is worse Who here lyes dead , god-a-mercy horse .

71. On Sir Francis Drake , drowned . Where Drake first found , there last he lost his fame And for his tombe 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 liv'd would say , The more I drinke the more me think 's I may : But see how death hath prov'd his saying just , For he hath drunke himselfe as dry as dust .

74. On a Child . Tread softly passenger ! for here doth lye A dainty Jewell of sweet infancie : A harmelesse babe , that onely came & cry'd In baptisme to bee washt from sin and dy'd .

75. Another . In this marble-casket lyes A matchlesse jewell of rich prize Whom nature in the worlds disdaine But shew'd and put it up againe .

76. On Master Stone . Here worthy of a better chest , A pretious stone inclos'd doth rest Whom nature had so rarely wrought That Pallas it admir'd and thought , No greater jewell , than to weare Still such a diamond in her eare : But sicknesse did it from her wring , And placed it in Libitina's ring , Who changed natures worke a new And death's pale image , in it drew ▪ Pitty that paine had not been sav'd ▪ So good a stone to be engrav'd .

77. On Master Aire . Vnder this stone of marble fayre Lyes th' body ' ntomb'd of Gervase Aire . He dy'd not of an ague fitt Nor surfetted of too much witt , Me thinks this was a wond'rous death , That Aire should dye for want of breath .

78. On a young man . Surpriz'd by griefe and sicknesse here I lye , Stopt in my middle age and soone made dead , Yet doe not grudge at God , if soone thou dye , But know hee trebles favours on thy head . Who for thy morning worke , equalls thy pay , With those that have endur'd the heate of day

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

80. On a Scholler . Some doe for anguish weepe , for anger I , That ignorance should live , and arte should dye .

81. On Master Goad . Go adde this verse , to Goad's herse , For Goad is gone , but whither ? Goad himselfe , is gone to God 'T was death's goad drove him thither .

82. On Master Munday . Hallowed be the Sabboath , And farewell all worldly pelfe ; The weeke begins on Tuesday , For Munday hath hang'd himselfe .

83. On the two Littletons who were drowned at Oxford . 1636. Herelye wee ( reader canst thou not admire ? ) Who both at once by water dy'd and fire , For whilst our bodies perisht in the deepe , Our soules in love burnt , so we fell asleepe , Let this be then our Epitaph , here lyes Two , yet but one , one for the other dyes .

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

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

86. On a Butler . That death should thus from hence our Butler Into my minde it cannot quickly sinke , Sure death came thirsty to the butt'ry-hatch catch When he ( that buisy'd was ) deny'd him drinke . Tut 't was not so , 't is like he gave him liquour And death made drunke , him made away the quicker Yet let not others grieve to much in mind ( The Butlers gone ) the key 's are left behind .

87. On a Souldier . When I was young in warres I shed my blood , Both for my King and for my countries good ; In elder yeares , my care was chiefe to be Souldier to him that shed his blood for me .

88. On a Tobacconist . Loe here I lye , roll'd up like th' Indian weede My pipes I have pack't up , for breath I neede . Man's breath 's a vopour , he himselfe is grasse My breath , but of a weede , the vapour was . When I shal turne to earth , good friends ! beware Least it evap'rate and infect the ayre .

94. On Master Thomas Allen. No Epitaphs neede make the just man fam'd , The good are prays'd , when they are only nam'd

89. On Master Cooke . To God , his country , and the poore , he had A zealous Soule , free heart , and lib'rall minde . His wife , his children , and his kindred sad Lacke of his love , his care , and kindnesse finde : Yet are their sorrowes asswag'd with the thought He hath attayn'd the happinesse he sought .

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

91. On a Taylour who dy'd of the stitch . Here lyes a Taylour in this ditch , Who liv'd and dyed by the stitch .

92. On a dumbe fellow dying of the collicke . Here lyes Iohn Dumbello , Who dy'd because he was so For if his breech could have spoke , His heart surely had not broke .

92. On Isabella a Curtezan . He who would write an Epitaph Whereby to make faire Is'bell laugh , Must get upon her , and write well Here underneath lyes Isabell.

94. On a vertuous wife , viz. Susanna wife to Mr. William Horsenell . In briefe , to speake thy praise let this suffice , Thou wert a wife , most loving , modest , wise ; Of children carefull , to thy neighbour's kind , A worthy mistris and of liberall mind .

95. On M. Christopher Lawson . Death did not kill unjustly this good-man , But death in death by death did shew his power , His pious deedes & thoughts to heaven fore-ran ; There to prepare his soule a blessed bower .

96. On Hobson the Carrier . Here Hobson lyes amongst his many betters , A man unlearned , yet a man o● letters , His carriage was well knowne , oft hath he gone In Embassye 'twixt father and the sonne ; There 's few in Cambridge , to his praise be it spoken But may remember him , by some good token : From whence he rid to London day by day , Till death benighting him , he lo●t his way , His teame was of the best , nor would he have Benee min'd in any way , but in the grave . Nor is 't a wonder , that he thus is gone , Since all men knew , he long was drawing on . Thus rest in peace thou everlasting swaine And supreame waggoner , next Charles his wayne .

97. On a Welshman . Here lyes puried under these stones Shon ap Williams ap Ienkyn ap Iones , Her was porne in Wales , her was kill'd in France Her went to Cottpy a fery mischance , La yee now .

98. On M. Pricke . Vpon the fith day of November Christ's Colledge lost a privie , member ▪ Cupid and death did both their arrowes micke , Cupid shot short , but death did hit the pricke . Women lament and maidens make great mones Because the Pri●ke 〈…〉 the stones .

99. On a Porter . At length by worke of wond'rous face Here lyes the porter of Wynchester-gate : If gone to heav'n , as much I feare , He can be but a porter there : He fear'd not hell so much for 's sinne , As for th' great rapping and oft comming in .

100. On M. Carter , burnt by the great powder - mischance in Finsbury . Here lyes an honest Carter ( yet no clowne ) Vnladen of his cares , his end the crowne , Vanisht from hence even in a cloud of smoake , A blowne-up Citizen , and yet not broke .

101. On a Lady dying in Child-bed . Borne at the first to bring another forth , Shee leaves the world , to leave the world her worth Thus Phaenix-like , as she was borne to bleede Dying herselfe , renew's it in her seede .

102. On Prince Henry . Loe where he shineth yonder A fixed starre in heaven , Whose motions thence , coms under None of the Planets seven : If that the Moone shou'd tender , The Sunne her love and marry , They both could not engender , So bright a starre as Harry .

10. Vpon one , who dy'd in prison . Reader , I liv'd , enquire no more , Least a spye enter in at doore , Such are the times a dead-man dare Not trust or creditt common ayre : But dye , and lye entombed here , By me , I 'le whisper in thine eare Such things as onely dust to dust , ( And without witnesse ) may entrust .

14. On Sir Walter Rawleygh . If spite be pleas'd , when as her object 's dead , Or Malice pleas'd , when it hath bruiz'd the head Or envie pleas'd , when it hath what it would , Then all are pleas'd , for Rawleyh's blood is cold , Which were it warme & active would o'recome And strike the two first blind , the other dumbe .

105. On Doctour Hacket's wife . Drop mournful eyes your pearly trick'ling teares Flow streames of sadnesse , drowne the spangled spheares Fall like the tumbling cataracts of Nile , Make deafe the world with cries ; let not a smile Appeare , let not an eye be seene to sleepe Nor slumber , onely let them serve to weepe Her deare lamented death , who in her life Was a religious , loyall , loving wife , Of children tender to an husband kinde Th' undoubted symptoms of a vertuous minde Which mak's her glorious , bove the highest pole , Where Angels sing sweet Requicins to her soule Shee liv'd a none-such , did a non-such dye Neere Non-such here her corpes interred lye .

107. On Waddham . Colledge-Butler . Man's life is like a new turn'd caske they say , The fore-most draught is most times cast aw●y , Such are our younger yeares , the following still , Are more and more inclining unto ill ; Such is our man-hood , untill age at length , Doth sowre it's sweetnes & doth stop it's strength Then death prescribing to each thing it's 〈◊〉 Takes what is left , and tu●nes it all to grounds .

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

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

109. On William Coale an Ale-house-keeper , at Coaton neere Cambridg● . Doth William Coale lye here ? hēceforth be stale , Be strong , & laugh on us , thou Coaton ale ! Living indeed , he with his violent hand Never left grasping thee , while he could stand . But death at last , hath with his fiery flashes Burnt up the Coale , and turn'd it into ashes .

110. On one Andrew Leygh who was vext with a shrewd wife , in his life-time . Here lyes Leygh , who vext with a shrewd wife To gaine his quiet , parted with his life , But see the spight , she , that had alwaies crost Him living , dyes , & mean's to haunte his Ghost . But she may faile , for Andrew out of doubt Will cause his brother Peter , shutt her out .

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

112. On an Infant unborne , the Mother dying in travell . The Father digg'd a pit , and in it left Part of himselfe interr'd , that soone bereft The Mother of the gift , she gave , life ; so Both now are buried in one tombe of woe . 'T is strange the mother should a being give ▪ And not have liberty to make it live . 'T was strange , that the child blindfold espi'd So quick and neere a way to parricide ; Yet both are justly question'd , child and Mother Are guilty of the killing of each other . Not with an ill intent , both did desire Preserves for life , and not a funerall fire ; And yet they needs must dye , & 't was thought best To keepe the infant in the mother's chest ; It had both life and death from her , the wombe In which it was begot , became the tombe ; There was some marble sav'd , because in her The wombe that bare it , was a sepulcher ; Whose Epitaphs are these , - here lyes a child that shall Be free from all sins but originall . Here lyes a pittied mother that did dye Onely to beare her poore child companie .

113. In quendam . Stay mortall , stay , remove not from this tombe Before thou hast consider'd well thy dombe ; My bow stands ready bent & could●st it see Mine arrow 's drawne to head , and aymes at thee ; Prepare yet wandring ghost , take home this line The grave that next is op'ned , may be thine .

114. On Sir Philip Sy●ney . Reader . Within this ground sir Philip Sydney lyes Nor is it fit that more , I should acquaint , Least superstition rise And men adore , A Lover , Scholler , Souldier , & a Saint .

115. Vpon Iohn Crop , who dyed by taking a vomit . Man's life 's a game at tables , and he may Mend his bad fortune , by his wiser play ; Death 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 stander by Bind's up the blotts , and cures the malady , And so prolongs the game ; John Crop was hee Death in a rage did challenge for to see His play , the dice are throwne , when first he drink 's Cast's , makes a blott , death hits him with a Synke He cast's againe , but all in vaine , for death By th' after-game did winne the prize , his breath What though his skill was good , his luck was bad For never mortall man worse casting had . But did not death play false , to w●nne from such As he , no doubt he bare a man too much .

116. On Q Elizabeth King's , Queens , Men's , Virgin 's eyes See , where the Mirrour lyes . In whom her friend's have seene , A Kings state in a Queene : In whom her foes survay'd , A man's heart in a Mayde : Whom least men for her piety Should grow to thinke some diety , Heaven hence by death did summon Her , to shew she was a woman .

117. On a vertuous youth . Reader , let a stone thee tell That in this body , there did dwell A soule as heavenly , rich , and good As e're could live in flesh and blood : And therefore heav'n that held it deare , Did let it stay the lesse while here ; Whose corps here sacred ashes mak's Thus heav'n and earth have parted stakes .

118. On a learned Noble man . Hee that can reade a sigh and spell a teare , Pronounce amaze-ment , or accent wilde feare , Or get all greife by heart , hee , onely hee Is fit to write , or reade thy Elegye . Unvalued Lord ! that wer 't so hard a Text , Reade in one age and understood i' th' next .

119. On a Lady . Finis and Bonum are converted , so That ev'ry good thing to an end must goe .

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

121. On a Faulconer . Death with her talons having seas'd this prey , After a tedious flight truss'd him away . We mark'd him , here he fell , whence he shall rise At call , till then unretriu●d here he lyes .

122. On a Cocke-master . Fare-well stout hott-spur , now the battail's done In which th' art foyi'd , & death hath over-come Having o're-matcht thy strength , & made thee stoop She quickly forct 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 benefactour . The poore , the world , the heavens , & the grave His almes , his praise , his soule , and body have .

124. Vpon Hodge Pue's Father . Oh cruell death that stopt the view ; Of Thom's parishioner good-man Pue , Who lived alwaies in good order , Vntill that death stopt his recorder , Which was betwixt Easter and Penticost , In the yeare of the great frost , At New-market then was the King : When as the bells did merrily ring ; The Minister preached the day before Vnto his highnesse , and no more , Returning home said prayers , and Bnried the man as I understand .

125. On M. Washington , page to the Prince . Knew'st thou whose these ashes were ; Reader thou would'st weeping sweare , The rash fate err'd here ; as appeares , Counting his vertues for his yeares , His goodnesse made them so o're seene , Which shew'd him threescore ; at eighteene . Enquire not his disease or paine ! He dy'd of nothing else but spayne , Where the worst calenture he feeles , Are Jesuites , and Alguaziles , Where he is not allow'd to have , ( Vnlesse he steal 't ) a quiet grave . Hee needes no other Epitaph or stone But this , here lyes lov'd Washington , Write this in teares , in that loose dust And every greiv'd beholder must , When he waigh●s him , and knowes his yeares ▪ Renew the let●ers with his teares .

126. On Gustavus Adolphus , King of Sweden . The world expects Swede's monumentall stone , Should equall the Philosophers , each groane Should breath a golden veine , and ev'ry verse Should draw Elixar from his fatall hearse . No fitter subject where strong lines should meet Than such a noble center ; could the feet Of able verse but trace his rectories , They neede not feare o're strayn'd Hyperbole's , Where all 's transoendent , who out-paralell'd Plutarch's selected Heroes ; and is held The tenth of Worthies , who hath over-acted Great Caesar's German-comments , & contracted His expeditions by preventing awe , He often over-came before hee saw ; And ( what of his great sonne Jove us'd to say ) Hee alwaies either found or made his way . Such was his personall and single fight , As if that death it selfe had ta'ne her flight Into brave Swedens scabbard , when he drew ; Death with that steele inevitably flew ; His campe a church , wherein the Gen'rall's life Was the best Sermon , and the onely strife ‛ Amongst his was to repeate it , bended knee Was his prime posture , and his enemy Found this most praevalent , his discipline Impartiall and exact , it did out-shine Those antique Martiall-Graecian , Roman lamps From which most of the worlds succeeding camps Have had their borrow'd light ; this , this was hee All this and more , yet even all this can dye . Death surely ventur'd on the Swede ' to try If heav'n were subject to mortality ; And shot his soule to heav'n , as if that shee Could ( if not kill ) unthrone a diety Bold death 's deceiv'd , 't is in another sense That heav'n is said to suffer violence . No yr'n chaine-shot , but 't is the golden chaine Of vertue and the Graces , are the maine That doe unhinge the everlasting gates All which like yoaked undivided mates , Were linck't in Sweden , where they were enchain'd Like Orthodoxall volumes nothing feign'd , Though fairely bound his story is not dipt In oyle , ●ut in his owne true Manuscript . It is enough to name him , surely wee Have got that Roman's doating Lethargy And may our names forget , if so we can Forget the name of Sweden ; renown●d man ! Thon hadst no sooner made the Worthies ten But heaven did claime the tenth ; zealous that men Would idolize thee , but their inst●ment . Thus thy Meridian prov'd thy Occiden . Had longer dayes beene graunted by the fates , Rome had heard this Hanniball at her gates Farewell thou Austrian scourge , thou moderne wonder , Srange raine hath followed thy last clap of thunder , A shower of teares : and yet for ought we know , The Horne that 's left . may blow downe Jericho . FINIS .

Imprimatur .

Octob. 8. 1639. Matth. Clay .

OVTLANDISH 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. Hee begins to die , that quits his desires .

3. A handfull of good life , is better then a bushell 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. Hee that stumbles and falles not , mends his pace .

8. The House shewes the owner .

9. Hee that gets out of debt , growes rich .

10. All is well with him , who is beloved .

41. All came from , and will goe to others .

42. He that will take the bird , must not skare it .

43. He lives unsafely , that lookes too neere on things .

44. A gentle houswife , marres the houshold .

45. A crooked log makes a strait fire .

46. He hath great neede of a foole , that plaies the foole himselfe .

47. A Marchant that gaines not , looseth .

48. Let not him that feares feathers , come among wild-foule .

49. Love , and a Cough cannot be hid .

50. A Dwarfe , on a Gyants shoulder , sees further of the two .

51 Hee that sends a foole , means to follow him .

52. Brabling Curres never want sore eares .

53. Better the feet slip then the tongue .

54. For washing his hands , none fels his lands .

55. A Lyons skin is never cheape .

56. The goate must browse where she is tyed .

57. Who hath a Wolfe for his mate , needes a Dog for his man .

58. In a good house all is quickly ready .

59. A bad dog never sees the Wolfe .

60. God oft hath a great share in a little house .

61. Ill ware is never cheape .

62. A cherefull looke , makes a dish a feast .

63. If all fooles had bables , wee should want fuell .

64. Vertue never growes old .

65. Evening words are not like to morning .

66. Were there no fooles , badd ware would not passe .

67. Never had ill workeman good tooles .

68. Hee 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 turnes Monk .

73. Flies are busiest about leane horses .

74. Harken to reason or shee will bee 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 foote then none .

79. Who is so deafe , as he that will not heare .

80. He that is warme , thinkes all so .

81. At length the Fox is brought to the Fu●rier .

82. Hee that goes barefoot , must not plant thornes .

83. They that are booted are not alwa●es ready .

84. He that will learne to pray , let him goe to Sea .

85. In spending , lies the advantage .

86. Hee that lives well is learned enough .

87. Ill vessells seldome miscarry .

88. A full belly neither fights nor flies well .

89. All truths are not to be told .

90. An old wise mans shaddow , is better then a young buzzards sword .

91. Noble houskeepers neede no dores .

93. Every ill man hath his ill day .

93. Sleepe without supping , and wake without owing ▪

94. I gave the mouse a hole , and she is become my heire .

95. Assai●e who will , the valiant attends .

96. Whether goest griefe ? where I am wont .

97. Praise day at night , and life at the end .

98. Whether shall the Oxe goe , where he shall not labour .

99. Where you thinke there is bacon , there is no Chimney .

100. Mend your cloathes , and you may hold out this yeare .

101. Presse a stick , and it seemes a youth .

●02 . The tongue walkes where the teeth speede not .

103. A faire wife and a frontire Castle breede quarrels ,

104. Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth , lest it turne to earnest .

105. Deceive not thy Physitian , Confessor , nor Lawyer .

106. Ill natures , the more you aske them , the more they stick .

107. Vertue and a Trade are the best portion for Children .

108. The Chicken is the Countries , but the Citie eateth it .

109. He that gives thee a Capon , give him the leg and the wing .

110. Hee that lives ill , feare followes him .

111. Give a clowne your finger , and he will take your hand .

112. Good is to bee sought out , and evill attended .

113. A good pay-master starts not at assurances .

114. No Alchymy to saving .

115. To a grate full man give mony when he askes .

116. Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion .

117. To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt .

118. A child correct behind and not before .

119. To a faire day open the window , but make you ready as to a foule .

120. Keepe 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 boyling pot flies come not .

124. Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it .

125. A snow yeare , a rich yeare .

126. Better to be blinde , then to see ill .

127. Learne weeping , and thou shalt laugh gayning .

128. Who hath no more bread then neede , must not keepe a dog .

129. A garden must be lookt unto and drest as the body .

130. The Fox , when hee cannot reach the grapes , saies they are not ripe .

131. Water trotted is as good as oates .

132. Though the Mastiffe be gentle , yet bite him not by the lippe .

133. Though a lie be well drest , it is ever overcome .

134. Though old and wise , yet still advise .

135. Three helping one another , beare the burthen of sixe .

136. Old wine , and an old friend , are good provisions .

137. Happie is hee that chastens himselfe .

138. Well may hee smell fire , whose gowne burnes .

139. The wrongs of a Husband or Master are not reproached .

140 Welcome evill , if thou commest alone .

141. Love your neighbour , yet pull not downe your hedge .

142. The bit that one eates , no friend makes .

143. A drunkards purse is a bottle .

144. Shee spins well that breedes her children .

145. Good is the mora that makes all sure .

146. Play with a foole at home , and he will play with you in the market .

147. Every one stretcherh his legges according to his coverlet .

148. Autumnall Agues are long , or mortall .

149 Marry your sonne when you will ; your daughter when you can .

150. Dally not with mony or women .

151. Men speake of the faire , as things went with them there .

152. The best remedy against an ill man , is much ground betweene both .

143. The mill cannot grind with the water that 's past .

154. Corne is cleaned with winde , and the soule with chastnings .

155. Good words are worth much , and cost little .

156. To buy deare is not bounty .

157. Jest not with the eye or with Religion .

158. The eye and Religion can beare no jesting .

159. Without favour none will know you , and with it you will not know your selfe .

160. Buy at a faire , but sell at home .

161. Cover your selfe with your shield , and care not for cryes .

162. A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master .

163. None is a foole alwaies , every one sometimes .

164. From a chollerick man withdraw a little , from him that saies nothing , for ever .

165. Debters are lyers .

166. Of all smells , bread : of all tasts , salt .

167. In a great River great fish are found , but take heede , lest you bee drowned .

168. Ever since we weare cloathes , we know not one another .

169. God heales , and the Physitian hath the thankes .

170. Hell is full of good meanings and wishings .

171. Take heede of still waters , the quick passe away .

172. After the house is finisht , leave it .

173. Our owne actions are our security , not others judgements .

178. Thinke of ease , but worke on .

179. Hee that lies long a bed his estate feeles it .

180. Whether you boyle snow or pound it , you can have but water of it .

181. One stroke fells not an oke .

182. God complaines not , but doth what is fitting .

183. A diligent Shcoller and the Master 's paid .

184. Milke saies to wine , welcome friend .

185. They that know one another , salute a farre off .

186. Where there is no honour , there is no griefe .

187. Where the drink goes in , there the wit goes out .

188. He that staies does the businesse .

189 Almes never make poore others .

190. Great almes-giving lessens no mans living .

191. Giving much to the poore , doth inrich a mans store .

192. It takes much from the account , to which his sin doth amount .

193. It adds to the glory both of soule and body .

194 Ill comes in by ells , and goes out by inches .

195 The Smith and his penny both are black .

196 Whose house is of glasse , must not throw stones at another .

197. If the old dog barke he gives counsell .

198. The tree that growes slowly , keepes it selfe for another .

199. I wept when I was borne , and every day shewes why .

200. Hee that lookes not before , finds him selfe behind .

201. He that plaies his mony ought not to value it .

202. He that riseth first , is first drest .

203. Diseases of the eye are to bee cured with the elbow .

204. The hole calls the thiefe .

205. A gentlemans grayhound , and a salt-box ; seeke them at the fire .

206. A childs service is little , yet hee is no little foole 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 himselfe and others , must know both .

210. Hee that eats the hard shall eate the ripe .

211. The miserable man makes a peny of a farthing , and the liberall of a farthing sixe pence .

212. The honey is sweet , but the Bee stings .

213. Waight and measure take away strife .

214. The sonne full and tattered , the daughter empty and fine .

215. Every path hath a puddle .

216. In good yeares corne is hay , in ill yeares straw is corne .

217. Send a wise man on an errand , and say nothing unto him .

218. In life you lov'd me not , in death you bewaile me .

219. Into a mouth shut , flies flie not .

220. The hearts letter is read in the eyes

221. The ill that comes out of our mouth ●alles into our bosome .

222. In great pedigrees there are Governours and Chand●ers .

223. In the house of a Fidler , all fiddle .

224. Sometimes the best gaine is to lose .

225. Working and making a fire doth discretion require .

226. One graine fills not a sacke , but helpes his fellowes .

227. It is a great victory that comes without blood .

228. In war , hunting , and love , men for one pleasure a thousand griefes prove .

229. Reckon right , and February hath one and thirty daies .

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 sacke .

233. A naughty child is better sick , then whole .

234. Truth and oyle are ev●r above .

235. He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head .

236. Advise none to marry or to goe to warre .

237. To steale the Hog , and give the feet for almes .

238. The thorne 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 corne hides it self in the snow , as an old man in furrs .

242. The Jewes spend at Easter , the Mores at marriages , the Christians in sutes .

243. Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores .

244. A woman and a glasse 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 speakes .

247. On painting and fighting looke aloofe .

248. Knowledge is folly , except grace guide it .

249. Punishment is lame , but it comes .

250. The more women looke in their glasse , the lesse they looke to their house .

251. A long tongue is a signe of a short hand .

252. Marry a widdow before she leave mourning .

253. The worst of law is , that one suit breedes twenty .

254. Providence is better then a rent .

255. What your glasse telles you , will not be told by Councell .

256. There are more men threatned then stricken .

257. A foole knowes more in his house , then a wise man in anothers .

258. I had rather ride on an asse that carries me , then a horse that throwes me .

259 , The hard gives more then he that hath nothing .

260. The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes .

261. Good cheape is deare .

262. It costs more to doe ill then to doe well .

263. Good words quench more then a a bucket of water .

264. An ill agreement is better then a good judgement .

265. There is more talke then trouble .

266. Better spare to have of thine own , then aske of other men .

267. Better good afarre off , then evill at hand .

268. Feare keepes the garden better , then the gardiner .

269. I had rather aske of my sire browne bread , then borrow of my neighbour white .

270. Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one .

271. Let an ill man lie in thy straw , and he lookes to be thy heire .

272. By suppers more have beene killed then Gallen ever cured .

273. While the discreet advise the foole doth his busines .

274. A mountaine and a river are good neighbours .

275. Gossips are frogs , they drinke and talke .

276. Much spends the traveller , more then the abider .

277. Prayers and provender hinder no journey .

278. A well-bred youth n●ither speakes of himselfe , nor being spoken to is silent .

279. A journying woman speakes much of all , and all of her .

280. The Fox knowes much , but more he that catcheth him .

281. Many friends in generall , one in spcciall .

282. The foole askes much , but hee is more foole that grants it .

283. Many kisse the hand , they wish cut off .

284. Neither bribe nor loose thy right .

285. In the world who knowes not to swimme , goes to the bottome .

286. Chuse not an house neere an Inne , ( viz for noise ) or in a corner ( for filth . )

287. Hee is a foole that thinks not , that another thinks .

288. Neither eyes on letters , nor hands in coffers .

289. The Lyon is not so fierce as they paint him .

290. Goe not for every griefe to the Physitian , nor for every quarrell to the Lawyer , nor for every thirst to the pot .

291. Good service is a great inchantment .

292. There would bee no great ones if there were no little ones .

293. It 's no sure rule to fish with a crosbow .

294. There were no ill language , if it were not ill taken .

295. The groundsell speakes not save what it heard at the hinges .

296. The best mirrour is an old friend .

297. Say no ill of the yeere , till it be past .

298. A mans discontent is his worst evill .

299. Feare nothing but sinne .

300. The child saies 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. Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once .

304. He will burne his house , to warme his hands .

305. Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate .

306. All is not gold that glisters .

307. A blustering night , a faire day .

308. Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing .

309. He is not poore that hath little , but he that desireth much .

310. Let none say , I will not drinke water .

311. Hee wrongs not an old-man that steales his supper from him .

312. The tongue talkes at the heads cost .

313. Hee 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 foords .

316. A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand .

317. No lock will hold against the power of gold .

318. The absent partie is still faultie .

319. Peace , and Patience , and death with repentance .

320. If vou loose your time , you cannot get mony nor gaine .

321. Bee not a Baker , if your head be of butter

322. Aske much to have a little .

323. Litle stickes kindle the fire ; great ones put it out .

324. Anothers bread costs deare .

325. Although it raine , throw not away thy watering pot .

326. Although the sun shine , leave not thy cloake at home .

327. A little with quiet is the onely dye● .

328. In vaine is the mill clacke , 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 drawne 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 winde , but brings raine .

333. Though you rise early , yet the day comes at his time , and not till then .

334. Pull downe your hatt on the winds side .

335. As the yeere is , your pot must seeth .

336. Since you know all , and I nothing , tell me what I dreamed last night .

337. When the Foxe preacheth , beware geese .

338. When you are an Anvill , hold you still ; when you are a hammer strike your fill .

339. Poore and liberall , rich and coveteous .

340. He that makes his bed ill , lies there .

341. Hee that labours and thrives spins gold .

342. He that sowes trusts in God .

343. Hee that lies with the dogs , riseth with fleas .

344. Hee that repaires not a part , builds all .

345. A discontented man kwes not where to sit easie .

346. Who spits against heaven , it falls in his face .

347. Hee that dines and leaves , layes the cloth twice .

348. Who eates his cock alone must saddle his horse alone .

349. He that is not handsome at 20 , nor strong at 30 , nor rich at 40 , nor wise at 50 will never bee handsome , strong , rich , or wise .

350. Hee that doth what hee will , doth not what he ought .

351. Hee that will deceive the fox , must rise betimes .

352. He that lives well sees a farre off .

353. He that hath a mouth of his owne , must not say to another ; Blow .

354. He that will be served must bee patient .

355. Hee that gives thee a bone , would not have thee die .

356. He that chastens one , chastens 20.

357. He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world .

358. He that hath no ill fortune , is troubled with good .

359. Hee that demands misseth not , unlesse his demands be foolish .

360. He that hath no hony in his pot , let him have it in his mouth .

361. He that takes not up a pin , slilghts his wife .

362. He that owes nothing , if he makes not mouthes at us , is courteous .

363. Hee that looseth his due , gets not thankes .

364. Hee that beleeveth all , misseth , hee that beleeveth nothing , hitts not .

365. Pardons and pleasantnesse are great revenges of slanders .

366. A married man turnes his staffe into a stake .

367. If you would know secrets , looke them in griefe or pleasure .

368. Serve a noble disposition , though poore , the time comes that hee will repay thee .

369. The fault is as great as hee that is faulty .

370. If folly were griefe every house would weepe .

371. Hee that would bee well old , must bee old betimes .

372. Sit in your place and none can make you rise .

373. If you could runne , as you drinke , you might catch a hare .

374. Would you know what mony is , Go borrow some .

375. The morning Sunne never lasts a day .

376. Thou hast death in thy house , and dost bew aile anothers .

377. All griefes with bread are lesse .

378. All things require skill , but an appetite .

379. All things have their place , knew wee , how to place them .

380. Little pitchers have wide eares .

381. We are fooles one to another .

382. This world is nothing except it tend to another .

383. There are three waies , the Vniversities , the Sea , the Court.

384. God comes to see without a bell .

385. Life without a friend is death without a witnesse

386. Cloath thee in war , arme thee in peace .

387. The horse thinkes one thing , and he that sadles him another .

388. Mills and wives ever want .

389. The dog that licks ashes , trust not with meale .

390. The buyer needes a hundred eyes , the seller not one .

391. He carries well , to whom it waighes not .

392. The comforters head never akes .

393. Step after step the ladder is ascended .

394. Who likes not the drinke , God deprives him of bread .

395. To crazy ship all winds are contrary .

396. Justice pleaseth few in their owne house .

397. In times comes he , whom God sends .

398. Water a farre off quencheth not fire .

399. In sports and journeys men are knowne .

400. An old friend is a new house .

401. Love is not found in the market .

402. Dry feet , warme head , bring safe to bed .

403. Hee is rich enough that wants nothing .

404. One father is enough to governe one hundred sons , but not a hundred sons one father .

405. Farre shooting never kild bird .

406. An upbraid●d morsell never choaked any .

407. Dearths foreseene come not .

408. An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles .

409. Hee that falles into the durt , the longer he stayes there , the fowler he is .

410. He that blames would buy .

411. He that sings on friday , will weepe on Sunday .

412. The charges of building , and making of gardens are unknowne .

413. My house , my house , though thou art small , thou art to me the Escuriall .

414. A hundred loade of thought will not pay one of debts .

415. Hee that comes of a hen must scrape .

416. He that seekes trouble never misses .

417. He that once deceives is ever suspected .

418. Being on sea saile , being on land settle .

419. Who doth his owne businesse , foules not his hands .

420. Hee that makes a good warre makes a good peace .

421. Hee that workes after his owne manner , his head akes not at the matter .

422. Who hath bitter in his mouth ▪ spits not all sweet .

423. He that hath children , all his morsels are not his owne .

424. He that hath the spice , may season as he list .

425. He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne .

426. He that hath love in his brest , hath spurres in his sides .

427. Hee that respects not , is not respected .

428. Hee that hath a Fox for his mate , hath neede of a net at his girdle .

429. He that hath right , feares , he that hath wrong , hopes .

430. Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing .

431. Never was strumpet faire .

432. He that measures not himselfe , is measured .

433. Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat , and hee that hath one son makes him a foole .

434. Who letts his wife goe to every feast , and his horse drinke at every water , shall neither have good wife nor good horse .

435. He that speakes sowes , and he that holds his peace , gathers .

436. He that hath little is the lesse durtie .

437. He that lives most dies most .

438. He that hath one foot in the straw , hath another in the spittle .

439. Hee that 's fed at anothers hand may sray long ere he be full .

440. Hee that makes a thing too fine , breakes it .

441. Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands .

442. He that would be well , needs not goe from his owne house .

443. Councell breakes not the head .

444. Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow .

445. Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales .

446. Mony refused looseth its brightnesse .

447. Health and mony goe farre .

448 , Where your will is ready , your feete are light .

449. A great ship askes deepe waters .

450. Woe to the house where there is no chiding .

451. Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine .

452. Fooles bite one another , but wisemen agree together .

453. Trust not one nights ice .

454. Good is good , but better carries it .

455. To gaine teacheth how to spend .

456. Good finds good .

457. The dog gnawes the bone because he cannot swallow it .

458. The crow bewailes the sheepe , and then eates it .

459. Building is a sweet impoverishing .

460. The first degree of folly is to hold ones selfe wise , the second to professe it , the third to dsepise counsell .

461. The greatest step is that out of doores .

462. To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna .

463. The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish .

464. The resolved minde hath no cares .

465. In the kingdome of a cheater , the wallet is carried before .

466. The eye will have his part .

467. The good mother sayes not , will you ? but gives .

468. A house and a woman sute excellently .

469. In the kingdome of blind men the one ey'd is king .

470. A little Kitchin makes a large house .

471. Warre makes theeves , and peace hangs them .

472. Poverty is the mother of health .

473. In the morning mountaines , in the evening fountaines .

474. The back-doore robs the house .

475. Wealth is like rheume , it falles on the weakest parts .

476. The gowne is his that weares it , and the world his that enjoyes it .

477. Hope is the poore mans bread .

478. Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely .

479. Fine words dresse ill deedes .

480. Labour as long liu'd , pray as even dying .

481. A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands .

482. Discreet women have neither eyes nor eares .

483. Things well fitted abide .

484. Prettinesse dies first .

485. Talking payes no toll .

486. The masters eye fattens the horse , and his foote the ground .

487. Disgraces are like cherries , one drawes another .

488. Praise a hill , but keepe below .

489. Praise the Sea , but keepe on land .

490. In chusing a wife , and buying a sword , we ought not to trust another .

491. The wearer knowes , where the shoe wrings .

492. Faire is not faire , but that which pleaseth .

493. There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly .

494. He that 's long agiving , knowes not how to give .

495. The filth under the white snow , the sunne discovers .

496. Every one fastens where there is gaine .

497. All feete tread not in one shoe .

498. Patience , time and money accommodate all things .

499. For want of a naile 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 dearely .

501. Little wealth little care .

502. Little journeys and good cost , bring safe home .

503. Gluttony kills more then the sword .

504. When children stand quiet , they have done some ill .

505. A little and good fills the trencher .

506. A penny spar'd 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 halfe an ague .

510. If the wise erred not , it would goe hard with fooles .

511. Beare with evill , and expect good .

512. He that tells a secret , is anothers servant .

513. If all fooles wore white Caps , wee should seeme a flock of geese .

514. Water , fire , and shouldiers , quickly make roome .

515. Pension never inriched young man .

516. Vnder water , famine , under snow bread .

517. The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer .

518. He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines .

519. A jade eates as much as a good horse .

520. All things in their beeing are good for something .

521. One flower makes no garland .

522. A faire death honours the whole life .

523. One enemy is too much .

524. Living well is the best revenge .

525. One foole makes a hundred .

526. One paire of eares drawes dry a hundred tongues .

527. A foole may throw a stone into a well , which a hundred wise men cannot pull out .

528. One slumber finds another .

529. On a good bargaine thinke twice .

530. To a good spender God is the Treasurer .

531. A curst Cow hath short hornes .

532. Musick helps not the tooth-ach .

533. We cannot come to honour under Coverlet .

534 ▪ Great paines quickly find ease .

535. To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell .

536. The cholerick man never wants woe .

537. Helpe thy selfe , and God will helpe thee .

538. At the games end we shall see who gaines .

539. There are many waies to fame .

540. Love is the true price of love .

541. Love rules his kingdome without a sword .

542. Love makes all hard hearts gentle .

543. Love makes a good eye squint .

544. Love askes faith , and faith firmenesse .

545. A scepter is one thing , and a ladle another .

546. Great trees are good for nothing but shade .

547. Hee commands enough that obeyes a wise man .

548. Faire words makes mee looke to my purse .

549. Though the Fox run , the chicken hath wings .

550. He plaies well that winnes .

551. You must strike in measure , when there are many to strike on one Anvile .

552. The shortest answer is doing .

553. It 's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground .

554. He that commits a fault , thinkes every one speakes of it .

555. He that 's foolish in the fault , let him be wise in the punishment .

556. The blind eate many a flie .

557. He that can make a fire well , can end a quarrell .

558. The tooth-ach is more ease , then to deale with ill people .

559. Hee that should have what hee hath not , should doe what he doth not .

560. He that hath no good trade , it is to his losse .

561. The offender never pardons .

562. He that lives not well one yeare , sorrowes seven after .

563. He that hopes not for good , feares not evill .

564. He that is angry at a feast is rude .

565. He that mockes a cripple , ought to be whole .

566. When the tree is fallen , all goe with their hatchet .

567. He that hath hornes in his bosom , let him not put them on his head .

568. He that burnes most shines most .

569. He that trusts in a lie , shall perish in truth .

570. Hee that blowes in the dust fills his eyes with it .

571. Bells call others , but themselves enter not into the Church .

572. Of faire things , the Autumne is faire .

573. Giving is dead , restoring very sicke .

574. A gift much expected is paid , not given .

575. Two ill meales make the third a glutton .

576. The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach .

577. 'T is hard to be wretched , but worse to be knowne so .

578. A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre .

579. It 's better to be head of a Lyzard , then the tayle of a Lyon .

580 , Good & quickly seldome meete .

581. Folly growes without watering .

582. Happier are the hands compast with yron , then a heart with thoughts .

583 , If the staffe be crooked , the shaddow cannot be straight .

584. To take the nuts from the fire with the dogges foot .

585. He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist .

586. Valour that parlies , is neare yeelding .

587. Thursday come , and the week's gone .

588. A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher .

589. There is great force hidden in a sweet command .

590. The command of custome is great .

591. To have money is a feare , not to have it a griefe .

592. The Catt sees not the mouse ever .

593. Little dogs start the Hare , the great get her .

594. Willowes are weake , yet they bind other wood .

595. A good prayer is master of anothers purse .

596. The thread breakes , where it is weakest .

597. Old men , when they scorne young make much of death .

598. God is at the end , when we thinke he is furthest off it .

599. A good Judge conceives quickly , judges slowly .

600. Rivers neede a spring .

601. He that contemplates , hath a day without night .

602. Give loosers leave to talke .

603. Losse embraceth shame .

604. Gaming , women , and wine , while they laugh they make men pine .

605. The fatt man knoweth not , what the leane thinketh .

606. Wood halfe burnt is easily kindled .

607. The fish adores the bait .

608. He that goeth farre hath many encounters .

609. Every bees hony is sweet .

610. The slothfull is the servant of the counters .

611. Wisedome hath one foot on Land , and another on Sea .

612. The thought hath good leggs , and the quill a good tongue .

613. A wise man needes not blush for changing his purpose .

614. The March sunne raises but dissolves not .

615 Time is the Rider that breakes youth .

616. The wine in the bottell doth not quench thirst .

617. The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon .

618. An examin'd enterprize , goes on boldly .

619. In every Art it is good to have a master .

620. In every country dogges bite .

621. In every countrey the sun rises in the morning .

622. A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground .

623. You may bring a horse to the river , but he will drinke when and what he pleaseth .

624. Before you make a friend , eate a bushell of salt with him .

625. Speake fitly , or be silent wisely ▪

626. Skill and confidence are an unconquered army .

627. I was taken by a morsell , saies the fish .

628. A disarmed peace is weake .

629. The ballance distinguisheth not betweene gold and lead .

630. The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull .

631. To bee beloved is above all bargaines .

632. To deceive ones selfe is very easie .

633. The reasons of the poore weigh not .

634. Perversnes makes one squint ey'd .

635. The evening praises the day , and the morning a frost .

636. The table robbes more then a thiefe .

637. When age is jocond it makes sport for death .

638. True praise rootes and spreedes .

639. Feares are divided in the midst .

640. The soule needes few things , the body many .

641. Astrologie is true , but the Astrologers cannot finde it .

642. Ty it well , and let it goe .

643. Emptie vessels sound most .

644. Send not a Catt for Lard .

645. Foolish tongues talke by the dozen .

646. Love makes one fitt for any work .

647. A pittifull mother makes a scald head .

648. An old Physitian , and a young Lawyer .

649. Talke much and erre much , saies the Spanyard .

650. Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church , yet robbe the Altar .

651. An idle head is a boxe for the winde .

652. Shew me a lyer , and i le shew thee a theefe .

653. A beane in liberty , is better then a comfit in prison .

654. None is borne Master .

655. Shew a good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue , but an ill , it doubles his fault .

656. None is offended but by himselfe .

657. None saies his Garner is full .

658. In the husband , wisedome , in the wife gentlenesse .

659. Nothing dries sooner then a teare .

660. In a Leopard the spotts 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 vertuous that is not rigorous .

665. That which will not be spun , let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe .

666. When my house burnes , it 's not good playing at Chesse .

667. No barber shaves so close , but another finds worke .

668. Ther 's no great banquet , but some fares ill .

669. A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule .

670. Forbeare not sowing , because of birds .

671. Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged .

672. Speake not of a dead man at the table .

673. A hatt is not made for one shower .

674. No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a Chappell hard by .

675. Every one puts his fault on the Times .

676. You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes .

677. Pardon all but thy selfe .

678. Every one is weary , the poore in seeking , the rich in keeping , the good in learning .

679. The escaped mouse ever feeles the taste of the bait .

680. A litle wind kindles ; much puts out the fire .

681. Dry bread at home is better than rost meate abroad .

682. More have repented speech then silence .

683. The coveteous spends more then the liberall .

684. Divine ashes are better then earthly meale .

685. Beauty drawes more then oxen .

686. One father is more then a hundred Schoolemasters .

687. One eye of the masters sees more , then ten of the servants .

688. When God will punish , hee will first take away the understanding .

689. A little labour , much health .

690. When it thunders , the theefe becomes honest .

691. The tree that God plants , no winde hurts it .

692. Knowledge is no burthen .

693. It 's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare .

694. Long jesting was never good .

695. If a good man thrive , all thrive with him .

696. If the mother had not beene in the oven , shee 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 Church-man ill , yet continue in the Church still .

699. Old praise dies , unlesse you feede 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 fooles should not foole it , they should loose their season .

704. Love and businesse teach eloquence .

705. That which two will , takes effect .

706. He complaines wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwrack .

707. He is onely bright that shines by himselfe .

708. A valiant mans looke is more then a cowards sword .

709. The effect speakes , the tongue needes not .

710. Divine grace was never slow .

711. Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle .

712. It 's a proud horse that will not carry his owne provender .

713. Three women make a market .

714. Three can hold their peace , if two be away .

715. It 's an ill councell that hath no escape .

716. All our pompe the earth covers .

717. To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine .

718. Comparisons are odious .

719. All keyes hang not on one girdle .

720 Great businesses turne on a little pinne .

721. The wind in ones face makes one wise .

722. All the Armes of England will not arme feare .

723. One sword keepes another in the sheath .

724. Be what thou wouldst seeme to be .

725. Let all live as they would die .

726. A gentle heart is tyed with an easie thread .

727 Sweet discourse makes short daies and nights .

728. God provides for him that trusteth .

729. He that will not have peace , God gives him warre .

730. To him that will , waies are not wanting .

731. To a great night a great Lanthorne .

732. To a child all weather is cold .

733. Where there is peace , God is .

734. None is so wise , but the foole overtakes him .

735. Fooles give , to please all , but their owne .

736. Prosperity le ts goe the bridle .

737. The Frier preached against stealing , and had a goose in his sleeve .

738. To be too busie gets contempt .

739. February makes a bridge and March breakes it .

740. A horse stumbles that hath foure legges .

741. The best smell is bread , the best savour , salt , the best love that of children .

742. That 's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house .

743. The market is the best garden .

744. The first dish pleaseth all .

745. The higher the Ape goes , the more he shewes his taile .

746. Night is the mother of Councels .

747. Gods Mill grinds slow , but sure .

748. Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest .

749. Drought never brought dearth .

750. All complaine .

751. Gamsters and race-horses never last long .

752. It 's a poore sport that 's nor worth the candle .

753. He that is fallen cannot helpe him that is downe .

754. Every one is witty for his owne purpose .

755. A little lett lets an ill workeman .

756. Good workemen are seldome rich .

757. By doing nothing we learne to do ill .

758. A great dowry is a bed full of brables .

759. No profit to honour , no honour to Religion .

760. Every sin brings it's punishment with it .

761. Of him that speakes ill , consider the life more then the words .

762. You cannot hide an eele in a sacke .

763. Give not S. Peter so much , to leave Saint Paul nothing .

764. You cannot flea a stone .

765. The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly .

766. A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt .

767. Better speake truth rudely , then lye covertly .

768. He that feares leaves , let him not goe into the wood .

769 One foote is better then two crutches .

770. Better suffer ill , then doe ill .

771. Neither praise nor dispraise thy selfe , thy actions serve the turne .

772. Soft and faire goes farre .

773. The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons , argues a Deity .

774. Praise none to much , for all are fickle .

775. It 's absurd to warme one in his armour .

776. Law sutes consume time , and mony , and rest , and friends .

777. Nature drawes more then ten teemes .

778. Hee that hath a wife and children wants not businesse .

780. A shippe and a woman are ever repairing .

781. He that feares death lives not .

782. He that pitties another , remembers himselfe .

783. He that doth what he should not , shall feele what he would not .

784. Hee that marries for wealth sells his liberty .

785. He that once hitts , is ever bending .

786. He that serves , must serve .

787. He that lends , gives .

788. He that preacheth giveth almes .

789. He that cockers his child , provides for his enemie .

790. A pittifull looke askes enough .

791. Who will sell the Cow , must say the word .

792. Service is no Inheritance .

793. The faulty stands on his guard .

794. A kinsman , a friend , or whom you intreate , take not to serve you , if you will be served neately .

795. At Court , every one for himselfe .

796. To a crafty man , a crafty and an halfe .

797. Hee that is throwne , would ever wrestle .

798. He that serves well needes not ask his wages .

799 Faire language grates not the tongue .

800. A good heart cannot lye .

801. Good swimmers at length are drowned .

802 Good land , evill way .

803. In doing we learne .

804. It 's good walking with a horse in ones hand .

805. God , and Parents , and our Master , can never be requited .

806. An ill deede cannot bring honour .

807. A small heart hath small desires .

808. All are not merry that dance lightly .

809. Curtesie on one side only lasts not long .

810. Wine-Counsels seldome prosper .

811. Weening is not measure .

812. The best of the sport is to doe the deede , and say nothing .

813. If thou thy selfe canst doe it , attend no others helpe or hand .

814. Of a little thing a little displeaseth .

815 ▪ He warmes too neere that burnes .

816. God keepe me from foure houses , an Vsurers , a Taverne , a Spittle , and a Prison .

817. In hundred elles of contention , there is not an inch of love .

818. Doe what thou oughtest , and come what come can .

819. Hunger makes dinners , pastime suppers .

820. In a long journey straw waighs .

821. Women laugh when they can , and weepe when they will .

822. Warre is deaths feast .

823. Set good against evill .

824. Hee that brings good newes knockes hard .

825. Beate the dog before the Lyon .

826. Hast comes not alone .

827. You must loose a flie to catch a trout .

828. Better a snotty child , then his nose wip'd off .

829. No prison is faire , not love foule .

830. Hee is not free that drawes his chaine .

831. Hee goes not out of his way , that goes to a good Inne .

833. There come nought out of the sacke but what was there .

834. A little given seasonably , excuses a great gift .

835. Hee lookes not well to himselfe that lookes not ever .

836. He thinkes not well , that thinkes not againe .

837. Religion , Credit , and the Eye are not to be touched .

838. The tongue is not steele , yet it cuts .

839. A white wall is the paper of a foole .

840. They talke of Christmas so long , that it comes .

841. That is gold which is worth gold .

842. It 's good tying the sack before it be full .

843. Words are women , deedes are men .

844. Poverty is no sinne .

845. A stone in a well is not lost .

846. He can give little to his servant , that lickes his knife .

847. Promising is the eve of giving .

848. Hee that keepes his owne makes warre .

849. The Wolfe must dye in his owne skinne .

850. Goods are theirs that enjoy them .

851. He that sends a foole expects one .

852. He that can stay obtaines .

853. Hee that gaines well and spends well , needes no count booke .

854. He that endures , is not overcome .

855. He that gives all , before hee dies provides to suffer .

856. He that talkes much of his happinesse summons griefe .

857 Hee that loves the tree , loves the branch

858. Who hastens a glutton choakes him .

859. Who praiseth Saint Peter , doth not blame Saint Paul .

860. He that hath not the craft , let him shut up shop .

861. He that knowes nothing , doubts nothing .

862. Greene wood makes a hott fire .

863. He that marries late , marries ill .

864. He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy .

865. The Rich knowes not who is his friend .

866. A morning sunne , and a wine-bred child , and a latin-bred woman , seldome end well .

867. To a close shorne sheepe , God gives wind by measure .

868 A pleasure long expected , is deare enough sold.

869. A poore mans Cow dies rich mans child .

870. The Cow knowes not what her taile is worth , till she have lost it .

871. Chuse a horse made , and a wife to make .

872. It 's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing .

873. Hee hath not liv'd , that lives not after death .

874. So many men in Court and so many strangers .

875. He quits his place well , that leaves his friend there .

876. That which sufficeth is not little .

877. Good newes may bee told at any time , but ill in the morning .

878. Hee that would be a Gentleman , let him goe to an assault .

879. Who paies the Physitian , does the cure .

880. None knowes the weight of anothers burthen .

881. Every one hath a foole in his sleeve .

882. One houres sleepe before midnight , is worth three after .

883. In a retreat the lame are formost .

884. It 's more paine to doe nothing then something .

885. Amongst good men two men suffice .

886. There needs a long time to know the worlds pulse .

887. The ofspring of those that are very young , or very old , lasts not .

888. A Tyrant is most tyrant to himselfe .

889. Too much taking heede is losse .

890. Craft against craft , makes no living .

891. The Reverend are ever before .

892. France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere .

893. 'T is easier to build two chimneys , then to maintaine one .

894. The Court hath no Almanack .

895. He that will enter into Paradise . must have a good key .

896. When you enter into a house , leave the anger ever at the doore .

897. Hee hath no leisure who useth it not .

898. It 's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner .

899. He that deales in the world needes foure seeves .

900. Take heede of an oxe before , of an horse behind , of a monke on all sides .

901. The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut .

902. The ignorant hath an Eagles wings , and an Owles eyes .

903. There are more Physitians in health then drunkards .

904. The wife is the key of the house .

905. The Law is not the same at morning and at night .

906. Warre and Physicke are governed by the eye .

907. Halfe the world knowes not how the other halfe lies .

908. Death keepes no Calender .

909. Ships feare fire more then water .

910. The least foolish is wise .

911. The chiefe boxe of health is time .

912. Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney .

913. The first blow is as much as two .

914 The life of man is a winter way .

915. The way is an ill neighbour .

916. An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore .

917. Life is halfe spent before we know , what it is .

918. The singing man keepes his shop in his throate .

919. The body is more drest then the soule .

920. The body is sooner drest then the soule .

921. The Physitian owes all to the patient , but the patient owes nothing to him but a little mony .

922. The little cannot bee great , unlesse he devoure many .

923. Time undermines us .

924. The Chollerick drinkes , the Melancholick eates ; the Flegmatick sleepes .

925. The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick .

926. Conversation makes one what he is .

927. The deafe gaines the injury .

928. Yeeres know more then bookes .

929. Wine is a turne-coate ( first a friend , then an enemy . )

930. Wine ever paies for his lodging .

931. Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table .

932. Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke .

933. Trees eate but once .

934. Armour is light at table .

935. Good horses make short miles .

936. Castles are Forrests of stones .

937. The dainties of the great , are the teares of the poore .

938. Parsons are soules waggoners .

939. Children when they are little make parents fooles , when they are great they make them mad .

940. The Mr. absent , and the house dead .

941. Dogs are fine in the field ▪

942. Sinnes are not knowne till they bee acted .

943. Thornes whiten yet doe nothing .

944. All are presumed good , till they are found in a fault .

945. The great put the little on the hooke .

946. The great would have none great and the little all little .

947 The Italians are wise before the deede , the Germanes in the deede , the French after the deede .

949. Every mile is two in winter .

950. Spectacles are deaths Harquebuze .

951. Lawyers houses are built on the heads of fooles .

952. The house is a fine house , when good folke are within .

953. The best bred have the best portion .

954. The first and last frosts are the worst .

955. Gifts enter every where without a wimble .

956. Princes have no way .

957. Knowledge makes one laugh , but wealth makes one dance .

958. The Citizen is at his businesse before he rise .

959. The eyes have one language every where .

960. It is better to have wings then hornes .

961. Better be a foole then a knave .

962. Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett .

963. To live peaceably with all breedes good blood .

964. You may be on land , yet not in a garden .

965. You cannot make the fire so low but it will get out .

966. Wee know not who lives or dies .

967. An Oxe is taken by the horns , and a Man by the tongue .

968. Manie things are lost for want of osking .

969. No Church-yard is so handsom , that a man would desire straight to bee buried there .

970. Citties are taken by the eares .

971. Once a yeare a man may say : on his conscience .

972. Wee leave more to do when wee dye , then wee have done .

973. With customes wee live well , but Lawes undoe us .

674 To speake of an Vsurer at the table , marres the wine .

975. Paines to get , care to keep , feare to lose .

976. For a morning raine leave not your journey .

977. One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie .

278 Hee that learnes a trade hath a purchase made .

979. When all men have , what belongs to them , it cannot bee much .

980. Though God take the sunne out of the Heaven yet we must have patience .

981. When a man sleepes , his head is in his stomach .

982. When one is on horsebacke hee knowes all things .

983. When God is made master of a family , he orders the disorderly .

984. When a Lackey comes to hells doore the devills locke the gates .

985. He that is at ease , seekes dainties .

986. Hee that hath charge of soules , transports them not in bundles .

987. Hee that tells his wife newes is but newly married .

988. Hee that is in a towne in May , loseth his spring .

989. Hee that is in a Taverne , thinkes he is in a vine-garden .

990. He that praiseth himselfe , spattereth himselfe .

991. Hee that is a master must serve ( another . )

992. He that is surprized with the first frost , feeles it all the winter after .

993. Hee a beast doth die , that hath done no good to his country .

994. He that followes the Lord hopes to goe before .

995. He that dies without the company of good men , puts not himselfe into a good way .

996. Who hath no head , needes no hatt .

997. Who hath no hast in his businesse , mountaines to him seeme valleys .

998. Speake not of my debts , unlesse you meane to pay them .

999. He that is not in the warres is not out of danger .

1000. He that gives me small gifts , would have me live .

1001. He that is his owne Counsellor , knowes nothing sure but what hee hath laid out .

1002. He that hath lands hath quarrells .

1003. Hee that goes to bed thirsty , riseth healthy .

1004. Who will make a doore of gold must knock a naile every day .

1005. A trade is better then service .

1006 ▪ Hee that lives in hope danceth without musick .

1007. To review ones store is to mow twice .

1008. Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian , yet is dead .

1009. Without businesse debauchery .

1010. Without danger we cannot get beyond danger .

1011. Health and sicknesse surely are mens double enemies .

1012. If gold knew what gold is , gold would get gold I wis .

1013. Little losses amaze , great , tame .

1014. Chuse none for thy servant , who have served thy betters .

1015. Service without reward is punishment .

1016. If the husband be not at home , there is nobodie .

1017. An oath that is not to bee made , is not to be kept .

1018. The eye is bigger then the belly .

1019. If you would bee at ease , all the world is not .

1020. Were it not for the bone in the legge , all the world would turne Carpenters ( to make them crutches . )

1021. If you must flie , flie well .

1022. All that shakes falles not .

1023. All beasts of prey , are strong or treacherous .

1024. If the braine sowes not corne , it plants thistles .

1025. A man well mounted , is ever Cholerick .

1026. Every one is a master and servant .

1027. A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body .

1028 ▪ One month doth nothing without another .

1029. A master of straw eates a servant of steele .

1030. An old cat sports not with her prey

1031. A woman conceales what shee knowes not .

1032. Hee that wipes the childs nose , kisseth the mothers cheeke .

FINIS .