The quarrell first began about a word, 463. Love and Liberty. Love he that will; it best likes me To have my neck from loves yoke free. 464. To a neat Reader. Thou say'st my verses are rude, ragged, ruffe, Like Chesnuts sweet, take thou the kernel out. 465. Of Letting. In bed a young man with his old wife lay, By which I fear, I am a loser much : His wife replyes, youths bargains still are such; So turning from him angry at her heart, She unawares let out a thundring O wife, quoth he, no loser am I now, Young men that old wives have may never sell, 466. Sublata causa &c. Why studies Silvester no more the laws, "Tis thought Duck-lane has tane away the cause. 467. Sapiat qui dives, oportet. "Tis known how well I live, sayes Romeo, That for your wealth you must be beg'd an asse. 468. In Dossum. Dosse riding forth, the wind was very big, 469. Post dulcia finis amarus. Fenkin a Welshman, that had suits in Law, Journying to London, chanc'd to steal a Cow; For which (pox on her luck as ne'r mon saw) Was burnt within the fist and know not how: Being ask'd if well the Laws with him did stand, Hur have hur now (quoth Fenkin) in hur hand. 470. Femina ludificantur viros. Kind Katharine to her Husband kist these words, Mine own sweet Will, how dearly do I love thee! If true (quoth Will) the world no such affords. And that it's true, I durst his warrant be; For ne'r heard I of woman good or ill, But alwayes loved best her owne sweet will. 471. Ad Tusserum, Tusser, they tell me when thou wert alive, 472. Præstat videri quam esse. Clitus with clients is well customed, 473. Tunc tua res agitur. A jealous Merchant that a Sailor met, Ask'd him the reason why he meant to marry, Sir (quoth the saylor) think you that so strange? 474 On Skoles. Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath 475. A Conference. A Dane, a Spaniard, a Polonian, My self, a Swisse, with a Hungarian, At supper met, discoursed each with other, 476. In Marcum. Marcus is not an hypocrite, and why? 477. Quod non verba suadeant? Sextus halfe sav'd his credit with a jest, That at a reckoning this devise had got, 478. Stupid Binus. Sith time flyes fast away, his safest flight 479. In divites. Rich men their wealth as Children Rattles keep, 480. In Fannium. What fury's this? his foe whilst Fannius flyes, 481. On a vaunting Poetaster. Cecilius boasts his verses worthy be To be ingraven on a Cypresse tree; A Cypresse wreath befits them well, 'tis true; 482. In divites iracundos. Rich friends 'gainst poor to anger still are prone : It is not well but profitably done. 483. Durum telum necessitas. Coquus with hunger pennilesse constrain'd In stead of what's to pay, to call mine host; 484. To an Vpstart. Thine old friends thou forgotst having got wealth No marvaile, for thou hast forgot thy selfe. 485. Ambition. In wayes to greatnesse, think on this, That slippery all Ambition is. |