361. On his Mistris.

My love and I for kisses play'd,
She would keep stakes, I was content,
And when I won she would be paid;
This made me ask her what she meant,

Saith she, since you are in this wrangling vain,
Take you your kisses, and give me mine again.

362. On a proud Maid.

She that will eat her breakfast in her bed,
And spend the morn in dressing of her head,
And sit at dinner like a Maiden-bride,

And talk of nothing all day but of pride;
God in his mercy may do much to save her,
But what a case is he in that shall have her?

363. Tempus edax rerum.

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

364. Facies ignota.

Why should not Rubin rich apparell wear,
That's left more money then an Asse can bear?

Can any guesse him by his outward guise,
But that he may be generous and wise?

365. On a coy Woman.

She seems not won, yet won she is at length;
In loves war, women use but halfe their strength,

366. 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 sell it.

367. On a man stealing a Candle from a Lanthorn. One walking in the street, a winter night,

Climb'd to a lanthorn, thought t'have stole the light, But taken in the manner and descri'd

By one o'th'servants, who look'd and cry'd,

Whose there what d'you? who doth our lanthorn handle?

Nothing, said he, but onely snuffe the Candle.

368. On Fraternus.

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

369. Little and Loud.

Little you are for Womens sake be proud;
For my sake next, (though little) be not loud.

'O. On a French Fencer, that challenged Church an English Fencer.

The fencing Gaules in pride and gallant vaunt,
Challeng'd the English at the Fencing skill,
The Fencer Church, or the Church-Militant,
His errors still reprov'd and knock'd him still;

372.

But sith our Church him disciplin'd so sore,

He (rank Recusant) comes to Church no more.

371. On Gella.

Gella is light, and like a Candle wasteth,

Even to the snuffe, that stinketh more it lasteth.

On I. Lipsius who bequeathed his Gown to the V. Ma
A dying Latinist of great renown,

Unto the Virgin Mary gave his Gown ;
And was not this false Latine so to joyn
With female gender, the case masculine ?

373. On two striving together.

Two falling out, into a ditch they fell,
Their falling out was ill; but in, was well.

374. A Lawyers Will.

A Lawyer being sick and extreame ill,
Was moved by his friends to make his Will,
Which soon he did, gave all the wealth he had
To frantick persons, lunatick and mad;
And to his friends this reason did reveale;
(That they might see, with equity hee'd deal)
From mad mens hands I did my wealth receive,
Therefore that wealth to mad mens hands I leave.

Age is deformed, Youth unkinde,

We scorn their bodies, they our minde.

376. Somnus decipiens.

Dod sweetly dreamt this other night had found
In gold and silver ne'r an hundred pound,

But waking felt he was with Fleas sore bitten,
And further smelt he had his shirt be

377. To a Shoomaker.

What boots it thee to follow such a trade,
That's alwayes under foot and underlaid?

378. Death.

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

379. Quos ego, &c.

Rufus in rage the Pots flings down the stairs,
And threats to pull the Drawer by the ears,
For giving such attendance: Slave (sayes he)
Where's thine observance? Ha! must such as we
Be no more waited on? Go, bring to pay,
And keep my Rapier till I come this way.

380. A Disparity.

Children fondly blab truth,

and fools their brothers;

Women have learn'd more wisdome of their mothers.

381. To Maledict.

Thou speakest ill, not to give men their dues,
But speakest ill, because thou canst not chuse.

382. On Newter Ned.

Newter convict of publick wrongs to men,
Takes private beatings, and begins agen;
Two kinds of valour he doth shew at once,
Active in's brains, and passive in his bones.

383. Interpone tuis, &c.

Not mirth, nor care alone, but interwreath'd; Care gets mirths stomach, mirth makes care long breath'd.

384. Ignotus sibi.

Fastidius finds it Nimis ultra posse,
How to distinguish of Teipsum nosce:
I do not marvell much it should be so,
For why the Coxcomb, will himselfe not know.

385. On Craw.

Craw cracks in Sirrop, and do's stinking say,
Who can hold that (my friends) that will away.

386. Pot Poet.

Poet and pot differ but in a letter,

Which makes the Poet love the pot the better.