D'ye see me wrong'd, and will ye thus restrain me ? Tell me it stinks? say it is drosse I snuffe? O are you so? I cry you mercy then, 606. To Momus. Momus thou say'st my Verses are but Toyes: 'Tis true, yet truth is often spoke by boyes. 607. In Dolentum. Dolens doth shew his purse, and tell you this, 608. Additio perditio. From Mall but merry, men but mirth derive, 609. On a Gallant. Sirrah, come hither, boy, take view of me, What, doth my Feather flourish with a grace? Vow's hee'l be paid, and Sergeants he hath fee'd, 610. In Sextum. Sextus six pockets wears, two for his uses, 611. A Stammerer. Balbus with other men would angry be, For others speak but with their mouth he knows, But Balbus speaks both through the mouth and nose. 613. Tom's fortune. Tom tel's he's robb'd, and counting all his losses, 614. Opus & Vsus. Opus for need consum'd his wealth apace, Than Opus did, although the eldest son. 'Tis strange it should be so, yet here was it, Opus had all the Land, Vsus the Wit. 615. A good Wife. A Batchelor would have a Wife were wise, But he's a fool, and long in vain hath staid; 616. Anger. Wrongs if neglected, vanish in short time; 617. Vpon Gellia. When Gellia went to school, and was a Girle; But after she the taste of sweet meats knew, 618. On an inconstant Mistresse. I dare not much say when I thee commend, 619. In Lesbiam. Why should I love thee Lesbia? I no reason see: Then out of reason, Lesbia, I love thee. 620. In Paulinum. Paul by day wrongs me, yet he daily swears, I know his drift to damn that he nought cares, 621. On Zeno. Zeno would fain th'old widow Egle have; In my mind she's the wiser of the two. 622. Of a Drunkard. Cinna one time most wonderfully swore, That whilst he breath'd he would drink no more. But since I know his meaning, for I think He meant he would not breath whilst he did drink. 623. To Cotta. Be not wroth Cotta, that I not salute thee, 624. To Women. Ye that have beauty, and withall no pitty, 625. On Creta. Creta doth love her husband wondrous well, 626. On Priscus. Why still doth Priscus strive to have the wall? 627. On Rufus. At all, quoth Rufus, lay you what you dare, |