Or what he doth with such a horse-tail locke ?
Or why upon a whore hee spends his stock ?
Onely a humor: if you question why,
His tongue is ne're unfurnisht with a lye.
If you perceive his wits in wetting shrunke,
It commeth of a humor to be drunke:

When you behold his lookes, pale, thin, and poor,
Th'occasion is, his humor and a whore.

147. Tom Baret.

Into a barbars shop there came
A carret-colour'd bearded man,

And asking for the boy Tom Baret,

Said, give me a Turn-up to my Carret.

148. Friendship.

A reall friend a cannon cannot batter.
With nominall friends a squib's a perilous matter.

149. On Giles and Ioane.

Who sayes that Giles and Foane at discord be?
Th'observing neighbours, no such mood car see :
Indeed poore Giles repents he married her,
But that his Foane doth too, & Giles would never,
By his good will, be in Foanes company,

No more would Foane he should. Giles rieth early,
And having got him out of dores is glad :

The like is Foane.

And so is Foane.

But turning home is sal,

Oft times when Giles doh find

Harsh sighs at home, Giles wishes he were blind :

All this doth Foane: or that his long-yearn'd life
Were quite out spun, the like wish hath his wife.
The children that he keepes, Giles sweares are none
Of his begetting, and so sweares Foane.

In all affections she concurreth still;

If now with man and wife to will and nill

The selfe same things, a note of concord be;
I know no couple better can agree.

150. To Gentlewomen with black bags.

Tell mee, who taught you to give so much light
As may entice, not satisfie the sight?
Betraying what may cause us to admire,
And kindle onely lust, not quench desire.
Among your other subtilties this is one,
That you see all, and yet are seene of none.
'Tis the darke lanthorne to the face: oh then

I

may conclude there's treason against men.

Whil'st thus you onely do expose your lips,

'Tis but a faire and wantoner eclipse.

Meant how you will, at once to shew and hide, At best its but the modestie of pride.

151. To a proud Lady.

Is it birth puffes up thy mind?

Women best borne, are best inclin'd.

Is it thy breeding? no, I ly'd;
Women well bred are foes to pride.
Is it thy beauty foolish thing?

Lay by thy clothes there's no such thing.

Is it thy vertue, that's deny'd,
Vertue is an opposite to pride.

Nay then walke on, I'le say no more,
Who made thee proud can make thee poore.
The devill onely hath the skill,

To draw faire fooles to this fowle ill.

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 fate,

His neighbors faults straight in his face he'l find,
But in a bag he laps his own behind.

153. 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 bee.

What God commands, this wretched creature loathe

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 cals, come take away,
And swears 'tis late, he must goe see a Play.
There sits, and sweares, to all he hears and see's,
This speech is good, that action disagrees.

So takes his Oares, and swears he must make hast,
His hour of Supper-time is almost past.

155. 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.

156. To his quill.

Thou hast been wanton, therefore it is meet,
Thou shouldst do penance for it in a sheet.

157. Of Christ 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.

158. Vpon Thorough-good an unthrift.

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.

159. 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 thee 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.

160.

On the new dressings.

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 :
'Twas once a band, 'tis 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 :