336. On a Welshman and an Englishman. There was time a difference began,

Between a Welshman and an Englishman,
And thus it was; the Englishman would stand
Against all Argument, that this our land
Was freest of her fruits: there is a place,

Quoth he, whose ground so fruitfull is of grasse,
But throw a staff in't but this night, you shall
Not see't the morrow, 'twould be cover'd all.
The Welshman cry'd, 'tis true it might lye under
The o'r-grown grass, which is with us no wonder :
For turn your horse into our fruitfull ground,
And before morning come, he shan't be found.

337. On Pride.

Why pride to others doth her selfe prefer,
The reason's clear, she's heir to Lucifer.

338. On Skrew.

Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths; For all his shifts, he cannot shift his cloathes.

Now vertu's hid with follies jugling mist,

And hee's no man that is no humorist.

340. To Teltale.

Thy glowing ears, to hot contention bent,
Are not unlike red Herrings broyl'd in lent.

341. Sperando pariens.

Hodg hir'd him such a house, at such a rent,
As might 'gainst marriage, much his state augment;
But lingering fates did so his hopes prevent,
As Hodg perforce must fly, for all was spent.

342. On a Souldier.

The souldier fights well, and with good regard,
But when he's lame, he lies at an ill ward..

What makes young Brutus beare so high his head, And on the sudden gallant it so brave?

Pray understand Sir: 's Father's newly dead, Who hath so long been wish'd for laid in's grave.

344. A secret necessity.

What makes F. G. wear still one pair of hose? Ask Banks the Broker; he the businesse knows.

345. On Garret and Chambers.

Garret and his friend Chambers having done
Their City businesse, walkt to Paddington,
And coming neer the fatall place, where men,
I mean offenders, ne'r return ågen,
Looking on Tyburn in a merriment,
Sayes Chambers, here's a pretty Tenement

Had it a Garret: Garret hearing that,
Replyes, friend Chambers I do wonder at

Your simple censure, and could mock you for it,
There must be Chambers, e'er there be a Garret.

346. Dubium indubitatum.

Say Parnels children prove not one like th❜other;
The best is yet, she's sure th'ad both one Mother.

347. On Linnit.

Linnit plays rarely on the Lute, we know ;
And sweetly sings, but yet his breath sayes no.

348. On Vsuring Gripe.

Gripe feels no lameness of his knotty gout,
His moneys travell for him in and out.
And though the soundest legs goe every day,
He toyls to be at hell as soon as they.

349. A phrase in Poetry.

Fairer than the word faire, why so she must,
Or be as black as Timothies toasted crust.

Jeppa thy wit will ne'r endure a touch,

Thou knowst so little, and dost speak so much.

351. Ad Lectorem.

Is't possible that thou my book hast bought,
That said'st 'twas nothing worth? why was it nought

Read it agen, perchance thy wit was dull,
Thou may'st finde something at the second pull:
Indeed at first thou nought didst understand;
For shame get something at the second hand.

352. On Skinns.

Skinns he din'd well to day; how do you think? His nayles they were his meat, his reume the drink.

353. Suum cuique pulchrum.

Posthumus not the last of many more,
Asks why I write in such an idle vain,
Seeing there are of Epigrams such store;
O give me leave to tell thee once again,
That Epigrams are fitted to the season,

Of such as best know how to make rime reason.

Monsieur Piero's wife trades all in French,

And coyly simpring cryes, Pardona moy:

As who shall think, she's sure no common wench
But a most true dissembler, par ma foy.

355- In magnis voluisse sat est.

In matters great to will it doth suffice:
I blush to hear how loud this Proverb lyes,
For they that ow great sums by bond or bill,
Can never cancell them with meer good will.

356. As proud as witlesse Dracus.

Dracus his head is highly by him born,
And so by straws are empty heads of corn.

357. Saltem videretur.

A Welshman and an Englishman disputed,
Which of their lands maintain'd the greatest state;
The Englishman the Welshman quite confuted,
Yet would the Welshman nought his brags abate,
Ten cooks, quoth he, in Wales one wedding fees,
Truth, quoth the other, each man tosts his cheese.

358. Knowing and not knowing.

Cosmus by custome taunts each man,
And yet can nought of reason scan,
How can that be, when who knows least
Knows he should wise be, that would jest:
Then thus no further I allow,

That Cosmus knows, but knows not how.

359. Stupid Binus.

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

360. Postrema pessima.

Cacus in's cunning ne'r so prov'd o'r-reacht
As now at last, who must be halter-stretcht.