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, 389. Tortus. Tortus accus'd to lye, to fawn, to flatter, 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 393. On Tullus. Tullus who was a Taylor by profession, 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, 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, 399. Nomine, non re. Grace I confess it, hath a comely face, 400. A Monsieur Naso, verole. Naso let none drink in his glasse but he, 401. A Butcher marrying a Tanners daughter. A fitter match then this could not have bin, 402. A Widow. He which for's wife a widow doth obtain, Our Coat's not fit, another's too too old, VOL. II. 403. On a Farmer knighted. In my conceit Sir John, you were to blame, 404. On Pallas and Bacchus birth. Pallas the off-spring of Fove's brain, 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, 406. On a Welshman. The way to make a Welshman think on blisse, Is to perswade him that most certain 'tis, Then to be plac'd in Heaven to eat the Moon. Lungs (as some say) ne'r sits him down to eat, 408. Ad Quintum. Thy lawful wife fair Lelia needs must be 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. 411. On a Whore. Rosa is faire, but not a proper woman: 412. Equalis consensus. Cacus and's choice, for change no time defers, 413. On a Welshman. A Welshman coming late into an Inn, Asked the Maid what meat there was within? |