The quarrell first began about a word,
Which now should be decided by the sword:
But e're they drew, there fell that alteration,
As they grew friends again by disputation.

463. Love and Liberty.

Love he that will; it best likes me

To have my neck from loves yoke free.

464. To a neat Reader.

Thou say'st my verses are rude, ragged, ruffe,
Not like some others rimes, smooth dainty stuffe
Epigrams are like Satyrs, rough without,

Like Chesnuts sweet, take thou the kernel out.

465. Of Letting.

In bed a young man with his old wife lay,
O wife, quoth he, I've let a thing to day,

By which I fear, I am a loser much :

His wife replyes, youths bargains still are such; So turning from him angry at her heart,

She unawares let out a thundring

O wife, quoth he, no loser am I now,
A marv'lous saver I am made by you;

Young men that old wives have may never sell,
Because old wives, quoth he, let things so well.

466. Sublata causa &c.

Why studies Silvester no more the laws,

"Tis thought Duck-lane has tane away the cause.

467. Sapiat qui dives, oportet.

"Tis known how well I live, sayes Romeo,
And whom I list, I'le love, or will despise :
Indeed it's reason good it should be so :
For they that wealthy are, must needs be wise:
But this were ill if so it come to passe,

That for your wealth you must be beg'd an asse.

468. 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 break her Oyster there;
Fool he to think his hair could tarry fast,
When Boreas tears up forrests with a blast.

469. Post dulcia finis amarus.

Fenkin a Welshman, that had suits in Law, Journying to London, chanc'd to steal a Cow; For which (pox on her luck as ne'r mon saw) Was burnt within the fist and know not how: Being ask'd if well the Laws with him did stand, Hur have hur now (quoth Fenkin) in hur hand.

470. Femina ludificantur viros.

Kind Katharine to her Husband 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 be;

For ne'r heard I of woman good or ill,

But alwayes loved best her owne sweet will.

471. 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.

472. Præstat videri quam esse.

Clitus with clients is well customed,
That hath the Lawes but little studied;
No matter Clitus, so they bring their fees,
How ill the case and thy advice agrees.

473.

Tunc tua res agitur.

A jealous Merchant that a Sailor 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?
'Tis done the time whiles you but walke th'exchan

474 On Skoles.

Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath
His dampish buttocks furthermore to cloath:
Cloyd they are up with Arse; but hope, and blast
Will whirle about, and blow them thence at last.

475. A Conference.

A Dane, a Spaniard, a Polonian,

My self, a Swisse, with a Hungarian,

At supper met, discoursed each with other,
Drank, laught, yet none that understood another.

476. In Marcum.

Marcus is not an hypocrite, and why?
He flyes all good, to fly hypocrisy.

477. Quod non verba suadeant?

Sextus halfe sav'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 coyn, himself had not;
His empty pocket feels, and 'gins to say,
In sadness Sirs, here's not a crosse to pay.

478. Stupid Binus.

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

479. In divites.

Rich men their wealth as Children Rattles keep,
When play'd a while with't then they fall asleep.

480. In Fannium.

What fury's this? his foe whilst Fannius flyes,
He kils himself, for fear of death he dyes.

481. On a vaunting Poetaster. Cecilius boasts his verses worthy be

To be ingraven on a Cypresse tree;

A Cypresse wreath befits them well, 'tis true;
For they are near their death and crave but due.

482. In divites iracundos.

Rich friends 'gainst poor to anger still are prone : It is not well but profitably done.

483. Durum telum necessitas.

Coquus with hunger pennilesse constrain'd
To call for meat and wine three shillings cost,
Had suddenly this project entertain'd,

In stead 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;
'Twas alwayes forty pence he understood:
So then, quoth Coquus, to requite your pains,
Pray break my head, and give me what remains.

484. To an Vpstart.

Thine old friends thou forgotst having got wealth No marvaile, for thou hast forgot thy selfe.

485. Ambition.

In wayes to greatnesse, think on this,

That slippery all Ambition is.