387. Content.

Content is all we aim at with our store;

If that be had with little, what needs more?

388. Fast and loose.

Paphus was marry'd all in hast,
And now to rack doth run;
So knitting of himselfe too fast,
He hath himselfe undone.

389. Tortus.

Tortus accus'd to lye, to fawn, to flatter,
Said he but set a good face on the matter;
Then sure he borrow'd it, for 'tis well known,
Tortus ne're wore a good face of his own.

Raspe plays at Nine holes; and 'tis known he gets

Many a Teaster by his game, and bets;

But of his gettings there's but little signe;

When one hole wasts more then he gets by nine.

391. Impar impares odit.

Sotus hates wise men, for himselfe is none,

And fools he hates, because himselfe is one.

392. Similis doctrina libello.

Cræsus of all things loveth not to buy
So many books of such diversity :
Your Almanack (says he) yeeld's all the sence
Of time's past, profit, and experience.

393. On Tullus.

Tullus who was a Taylor by profession,
Is late turn'd Lawyer, and of large possession,
So who before aid cut but countrey freeze,
Now cuts the countrey in excessive fees.

394. Vt parta perdita.

Marcellus proves a man of double means,

First rais'd by drunkards, then undone by queans.

Since Jack and Fill both wicked be;

It seems a wonder unto me,

That they no better do agree.

396. On Women.

Woman's the centre, and the lines be men,
The circles, love; how do they differ then?
Circles draw many lines into the center,
But love gives leave to only one to enter.

397. On Womans love.

A womans love is like a Syrian flow'r,

That buds, and spreads, and withers in an hour.

398. On Cook a cuckold.

A young Cook marry'd upon Sunday last,
And he grew old e'r Tuesday night was past.

399. Nomine, non re.

Grace I confess it, hath a comely face,
Good hand and foot as answerable to it :
But what's all this except she had more grace?
Oh you will say, 'tis want that makes her do it.
True, want of grace indeed, the more her shame :
Gracelesse by nature, only Grace by name.

400. A Monsieur Naso, verole.

Naso let none drink in his glasse but he,
Think you 'tis pride? 'tis courtesie.

401. A Butcher marrying a Tanners daughter.

A fitter match then this could not have bin,
For now the flesh is married to the skin.

402. A Widow.

He which for's wife a widow doth obtain,
Doth like to those that buy clothes in Long-lane,

Our Coat's not fit, another's too too old,
Their faults I know not, but th'are manifold.

VOL. II.

403. On a Farmer knighted.

In my conceit Sir John, you were to blame,
To make a quiet good-wife, a mad-dame.

404. On Pallas and Bacchus birth.

Pallas the off-spring of Fove's brain,
Bacchus out of his thigh was ta'en :
He breaks his brain that learning wins,

When he that's drunk breaks but his shins.

405. On an old man doting upon a young Wench.

A rich old man loving a fair young Lasse,
Out of his breeches his spectacles drew,
Wherewith he writ a note how rich he was;
All which (quoth he) sweet heart I'l give to you.
Excuse me sir (quoth she) for all your riches,
I'l marry none that wears his eyes in's breeches.

406. On a Welshman.

The way to make a Welshman think on blisse,
And dayly say his prayers on his knees,

Is to perswade him that most certain 'tis,
The Moon is made of nothing but green Cheese;
Then he'l desire of Fove no greater boon,

Then to be plac'd in Heaven to eat the Moon.

Lungs (as some say) ne'r sits him down to eat,
But that his breath doth fly-blow all his meat.

408. Ad Quintum.

Thy lawful wife fair Lelia needs must be
For she was forc'd by law to marry thee.

409. As many dayes in the year, so many Veins in man. That every thing we doe, might vain appear, We have a vein for each day in the year.

410. To a friend on the losse of his Mistresse.
If thou the best of women didst forgo,
Weigh if thou found'st her, or didst make her so:
If she was found, know there is more then one;
If made, the workman lives though she be gone.

411. On a Whore.

Rosa is faire, but not a proper woman:
Can any woman proper be that's common?

412. Equalis consensus.

Cacus and's choice, for change no time defers,
Both separate, yet consenting each together,
He maids for his turn takes, she men for hers,
And so they jump, though seldome joyn together.

413. On a Welshman.

A Welshman coming late into an Inn,

Asked the Maid what meat there was within?