486. Suum cuique.

A strange contention being lately had,

Which kind of Musick was the sweet'st and best, Some praise the sprightly sound, and some the sad, Some lik't the Viols; and among the rest,

Some in the Bag-pipes commendation spoke, Quoth one stood by, give me a pipe of smoke.

487. In Prodigum.

Each age of men new fashions doth invent;
Things which are old, young men do not esteem:
What pleasd our Fathers, doth not us content:
What flourish'd then, we out of fashion deem :
And that's the cause as I do understand,
Why Prodigus did sell his Fathers Land.

488. In Medicum.

When Mingo cryes, how do you sir? 'tis thought He Patients 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 believe him now, when all can tell, The world goes ill with him, when all are well?

489. On Zelot.

Is Zelot pure? he is: yet see he wears
The signe of Circumcision in his ears.

490. Crispati crines pluma dant calcar amori.

Why is young Annas thus with feathers dight?
And on his shoulder wears a dangling lock?
The one fortels hee'l sooner fly than fight,
The other shows hee's wrapt in's mothers smock.
But wherefore wears he such a jingling spur?
O know, he deals with Jades that will not stir.

491. On Boung-Bob.

Bob, thou, nor souldier, theef, nor fencer art,
Yet by thy weapon liv'st, th'ast one good part.

492. On Glaucus.

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

Crab faces gowns with sundry Furres; 'tis known, He keeps the Fox-furre for to face his own.

494. Dolor intimus.

Nor Hauk, nor Hound, nor Horse, those letters hhh, But ach its self, 'tis Brutus bones attaches.

495. Of Batardus:

Batardus needs would know his horoscope,
To see if he were born to scape the rope:
The Magus said, ere thou mine answer have,
I must the name of both thy parents crave :
That said, Batardus could not speak but spit;
For on his fathers name he could not hit:
And out of doors at last he stept with shame,
To ask his mother for his fathers name.

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

497. On Womens denial.

Women, although they ne're so goodly make it,
Their fashion is but to say no, and take it.

498. In Battum.

Battus affirm'd no Poet ever writ,

Before that love inspir'd his dull-head wit:
And that himself in love had wit no more,

Then one stark mad, though somewhat wise before.

Wedding and hanging the Destinies dispatch,
But hanging seems to some the better match.

Gallus hath got a widow wondrous old,

The reason is he woo'd her for her gold: Knowing her Maids are young and serve for hire, Which is as much as Gallus doth desire.

501. In Dol prægnantem.

Dol learning Propria quæ maribus without Book, Like Nomen crescentis genitivo doth look.

502. Timidos fortuna repellit.

When Miles the Serving-man my Lady kist,
She knew him not (though scarcely could resist)
For this (quoth he) my Master bid me say ;—
How's that (quoth she) and frowning flings away:
Vext to the heart, she took her marke amisse,
And that she should a serving creature kisse.
Why thus it is when fools must make it known,
They come on others businesse, not their own.

503. Against a certain

For mad-men Bedlam, Bridewell for a Knave Choose whether of those two th'adst rather have.

504. Loves progresse.

Loves first approach, delights sweet song doth sing: But in departure, she woes sting doth bring.

505. On old Scylla.

Scylla is toothlesse, yet when she was young,
She had both teeth enough, and too much tongue.
What shall I then of toothlesse Scylla say,
But that her tongue hath worn her teeth away?

506. On Gallants cloaks.

Without, plain cloath; within, plusht: but I doubt The wearer's worst within, and best without.

507. On Banks the Vsurer.

Banks feels no lamenesse of his knotty Gout,
His money travels for him in and out:
And though the soundest legs go every day,
He toils to be at Hell as soon as they.

508. Pacunia prævalens.

Tell Tom of Plato's worth or Aristotles?
Hang't, give him wealth enough; let wit stop bottles.

509. On the same.

Tom vow'd to beat his boy against the wall,

And as he struck, he forthwith caught a fall :
The boy deriding, said, I do aver,

Y'have done a thing, you cannot stand to sir.