No life lies on't, then coyn I'l never spare ;
Why Rufus, that's the cause of all that's sold.
For with frank Gamesters it doth oft befall,
They throw at all, till thrown quite out of all.

628. On Tobacco.

Tobacco is a weed of so great power,
That it (like earth) doth all it feeds, devour.

629. Vpon Nasuto.

When at the Table once I did averre,
Well-taken discords best did please the ear,
And would be judg'd by any Quirister,
Were in the chappel, Pauls, or Westminster;

Nasuto sitting at the nether end,

(First having drunk and cough'd) quoth he my friend, If that were true, my wife and I, I fear,

Should soon be sent to some Cathedral Quire.

630. Nec vultus indicat virum.

Dick in a raging deep discourtesy,

Calls an Atturney meer Necessity :

The more knave he; admit he had no Law,
Must he be flouted at by every Daw?

631. On Furius.

Furius a lover was, and had loving fits,
He lov'd so madly that he lost his wits;
Yet he lost nought, yet grant I, he was mad,
How could he lose that which he never had?

632. Fools Fortune.

God sends fools fortune, but yet not to all,

For some are great fools, whose fortunes are small.

Little or nothing said, soon mended is,
But they that nothing do, do most amisse.

634. On Count-surly.

Count-surly will no scholler entertain:

Or any wiser than himself; how so?
The reason is, when fools are in his train,
His wit amongst them, makes a goodly show.

635. On Women.

When man lay dead-like, woman took her life,
From a crook't embleme of her nuptiall strife;
And hence (as bones would be at rest) her ease
She loves so well, and is so hard to please.

Who will not honour noble Numbers, when

Verses out-live the bravest deeds of men?

637. Poor Irus.

Irus using to lye upon the ground,

One morning under him a feather found,

Have I all night here lien so hard (quoth he)
Having but one poor feather under me :

I wonder much then how they take their ease,
That night by night, lie on a bed of these.

638. Merry Doll.

I blame not lusty Doll, that strives so much,
To keep her light heart free from sorrows touch;
Shee'l dance and sing a hem boyes, hey all six,
She's steel to th'back, all mirth, all meretrix.

639. Heaven and Hell.

If Heaven's call'd the place where Angels dwell, My purse wants Angels, pray call that Hell.

640. Like question like answer.

A young beginner walking through Cheapside, A house shut up he presently espy'd

And read the Bill, which o'r the door was set,
Which said, the house and shop was to be let;
That known, he ask'd a young man presently,
Which at the next door stood demurely;

May not this shop be let alone? quoth he,
Yes, you may let't alone for ought I see.

641. On deaf Foan.

She prates to others, yet can nothing heare, Just like a sounding Jugge that wants an eare.

642. Of an ill Wife.

Priscus was weeping when his wife did dye,
Yet he was then in better case than I:

I should be merry, and should think to thrive,
Had I but his dead wife for mine alive.

643. Meum & Tuum.

Megge lets her husband boast of rule and riches,
But she rules all the roast, and wears the breeches.

644. Deaths trade.

Death is a Fisherman, the world we see
His Fish-pond is, and we the Fishes be.
He sometimes, Angler-like, doth with us play,
And slily takes us one by one away;
Diseases are the murthering-hooks, which he
Doth catch us with, the bait mortality,
Which we poor silly fish devour, till strook,
At last too late we feel the bitter hook.
At other times he brings his net, and then
At once sweeps up whole Cities full of men,
Drawing up thousands at a draught, and saves
Onely some few, to make the others graves:
His Net some raging pestilence; now he
Is not so kind as other Fishers be;
For if they take one of the smaller frye,
They throw him in again, he shall not dye :
But death is sure to kill all he can get,

And all is Fish with him that comes to Net.

645. On Bice.

Bice laughs when no man speaks, and doth protest
It is his own breech there that breaks the jest.

646. Valiant in Drink.

Who onely in his Cups will fight, is like
A clock that must be oil'd wel ere it strike.

647. Master and Scholler.

A Pedant ask'd a Puny ripe and bold,
In an hard frost, the Latine word for cold:
I'l tell you out of hand (quoth he) for lo,
I have it at my fingers ends, you know.

648. Gasters great belly.

Gaster did seem to me to want his eyes,
For he could neither see his legs nor thighs;
But yet it was not so; he had his sight,

Onely his belly hanged in his light.

649. Drunken Dick.

When Dick for want of drunken mates grows sick,

Then with himself to work goes faithfull Dick.

The buttery dore t'himself he shutteth close

That done, then goes the pot straight wayes to's nose : A health (quoth noble Dick) each hogs-head than Must seeming pledge this honest faithfull man :