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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 sweld to be a Lord, and then he burst.

210. To Emson.

Emson thou once in Dutch wouldst court a wench, But to thy cost she answered thee in French.

211. In Fimum.

Fimus is coach'd, and for his farther grace
Doth ask 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.

212. In Flaccum.

The false knave Flaccus once a bribe I gave ;
The more fool I, to bribe so false a knave:
But he gave back my bribe, the more fool he,
That for my folly did not cousen me.

213. Of Womens naked Breasts.

In open shops flyes often blow that flesh,
Which in close safes might be kept longer fresh.
They but invite flesh-flyes, whose full spread paps
Like road wayes lye between their lips and laps.

214. On Morcho.

Morcho for haste was married in the night,

What needed day? his fair young wife is light.

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Don Lollus brags, he comes from Noble blood, Drawn down from Brutus line; 'tis very good, If this praise-worthy be, each Flea may then, Boast of his blood more then some Gentlemen.

216. Edens vomens.

Cacus that sups so duly at the Rose,
Casts up the reckoning truly ere he goes.

217. On a Pump stopt with stones.

M. I'le cut it down, I swear by this same hand,
If 'twill 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.

218. Of Prittle-prattle.

Though th'danger be not great, of all tame cattle, Yet the most troublesome is Prittle-prattle.

219. In Aulum.

Thou still art muttring 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.

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Tilenus 'cause th'art old, fly not the field
Where youthfull Cupid doth his banner wield;
For why? this god, old men his souldiers stil'd ;
None loves but he who hath been twice a child.

221. To Vellius.

Thou swearst I bowl as well as most men do,
The most are bunglers, therein thou say'st true.

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A wife although most wise and chast,

is of the doubtfull gender;

A Quean o'th' Common: Feminines,

are Women small and tender.

223. Of Brawle.

Brawle loveth brabling, as he loves his life,
Leave him for dead, when he leaves stirring strife.

224. In Paulum.

Paul, what my cloak doth hide thou fain wouldst know Wer't to be seen I would not cover't so.

225. Of sleep and death.

That death is but a sleep I not deny,

Yet when I next would sleep, I would not dye.

226. Vpon Methusus.

Methusus ask'd me why I call'd him sot
I answer made, because he lov'd the pot,
For while Methusus busie is with it,

The fool I'm sure's as busie with his wit.

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Thraso goes lame with blows he did receive
In a late duell, if you'l him believe.

228. News.

When News doth come, if any would discusse

The Letters of the word, resolve it thus:
News is convey'd by letter, word, or mouth,

And comes to us from North, East, West, and South.

229. Of Rufus.

Rufus had rob'd his Host, and being put to it,
Said, I am an arrant rogue if I did do it.

230, Of Marcus.

When Marcus fail'd, a borrowed sum to pay
Unto his friend at the appointed day;
'Twere superstition for a man, he sayes,
To be a strict observer of set dayes.

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A thief arrested, and in custody

Under strong guards of armed company,

Askt why they held him so; Sir, quoth the chief, We hold you for none other then a thief.

232. Of Motion.

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

233. Formall the Fashionist.

Formall all form and fashion is, for matter,
Who sayes he sees it in him, doth but flatter;
Open and search him, you shall quickly find
With what coarse Canvas his soft silks are lin’d.

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234. Ad Scriptorem quend.

your book is to an Index growne,

You give your book contents, your Reader none.

235. Riches.

Gold's th❜onely God, Rich men bear rule,

Money makes Majesty :

Rich Pluto, not plain Plato now,

Speaks with applause most high.

236. On Sextus.

Sextus doth wish his wife in Heaven were,

Where can she have more happinesse then there?

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