261. Lawyers and Souldiers.

If Lawyers had for Term, a tearm of warre,
Souldiers would be as rich as Lawyers are;

But here's the difference between Guns and Gowns,
These take good Angels, th'other take crack't crowns.

262. On Momus.

Momus can call another fool, but he

Can never make his brain and wit agree.

A woman is a book, and often found

To prove
No marvail then, why men take such delight
Above all things to study in the night.

far better in the Sheets then bound:

264. Clytus cunning.

Clytus the Barber doth occasion fly,

Because 'tis bald, and he gains nought thereby.

265. Rich promises.

Lords promise soon, but to perform are long,
Then would their purse-strings were ty'd to their tongue.

266. On Comptulus.

I wonder'd Comptulus, how thy long hair,

In comely curles should show so debonair,

And every hair in order be, when as

Thou couldst not trim it by a looking glasse, Nor any Barber did thy tresses pleat;

'Tis strange; but Monsieur I conceive the feat; When you your hair do kemb, you off it take, And order't as you please for fashion sake.

267. On Gellius.

In building of his house, Gellius hath spent
All his revenues and his ancient rent,

Ask not a reason, why Gellius is poor,

His greater house hath turn'd him out of door.

268. To Pontus.

At Supper time will Pontus visit me,
I'd rather have his room then company;
But if him, from me I can no ways fright,
I'd have him visit me each fasting night.

269. Balbus.

Balbus a verse on Venus boy doth scan,
But ere 'twas finish'd Cupid's grown a man.

270. On a Pot-Poet.

What lofty verses Calus writes? it is

But when his head with wine oppressed is :
So when great drops of rain fall from the skies
In standing pools, huge bubbles will arise.

271. On Onellus.

Thou never supp'st abroad, Onellus, true;
For at my home I'm sure to meet with you.

272. Of Professed Atheists.

If even Devils themselves believe and tremble, Atheists profest methinks should but dissemble.

273. To Termagant.

My Termagant, as I have ought to save,
I neither call'd thee fool, nor knave:

That which I cal'd thee is a thing well known.
A trifle not worth thinking on :

What I suppose thy self wilt easily grant,
I call'd thee Cuckold, Termagant.

274. On a Vertuous Talker.

If vertue's alwayes in thy mouth, how can
It ere have time to reach thy heart, fond man?

275. To Severus.

Beleeve Severus, that in these my Rimes
I tax no person but the common crimes.

276. Vpon Pigs devouring a bed of Penny-royall, commonly called Organs.

A good wife once a bed of Organs set,
The pigs came in and eat up every whit,
The good man said, wife you your Garden may
Hogs Norton call, here Pigs on Organs play.

277. On Gubbs.

Gubbs calls his children Kitlins: and wo'd bound (Some say) for joy to see those Kitlings dround.

278. On a Fortune-teller.

The influence of the stars are known to thee,
By whom thou canst each future fortune see:
Yet sith thy wife doth thee a Cuckold make,
Tis strange they do not that to thee partake.

279. To sweet sir Out-side.

Th'expence in Odours, is a foolish sin,*
Except thou couldst sweeten thy corps within.

280. On a Gallant.

A glittering gallant, from a prancing Steed,
Alighting down desir'd a boy with speed
To hold his horse a while, he made reply,
Can one man hold him fast? 'twas answer'd, I:
If then one man can hold him Sir, you may
Do it your self, quoth he, and slunk away.

281. To Eras-mus.

That thou art a man each of thy learn'd works shows, But yet thy name tels us thou wast a Mouse.

282. On Bunce.

Money thou ow'st me; prethee fix a day
For payment promis'd, though thou never pay:
Let it be Dooms-day; nay, take longer scope;
Nay when th'art honest; let me have some hope.

283. On an empty House.

Lollus by night awak'd heard Theeves about
His house, and searching narrowly throughout
To find some pillage there, he said, you may
By night, but I can find nought here by day.

284 A trim Barber.

Neat Barber trim, Í must commend thy care,
Which dost all things exactly to a haire.

285. On a bragging Coward.

Corsus in camp, when as his mates betook
Themselves to dine, encourag'd' them and spoke,
Have a good stomach Lads, this night we shall'
In heaven at Supper keep a festivall.

But battail join'd he fled away in hast,
And said, I had forgot, this night I fast.

286. On a great Nose.

Thy Nose no man can wipe, Proclus, unless

He have a hand as big as Hercules:

When thou dost sneeze the sound thou dost not hear,

Thy Nose is so far distant from thine ear.

287. On an unequall pair.

Fair Phillis is to churlish Priscus wed,

As stronger wine with waters mingled;