For shame ben't impudent and foolish too! And think all men are fooles 'cause you are so.

898. Of this Booke.

Part of the work remaines; one part is past :
And here my Ship rides having Anchor cast.

899. On Bearill.

Bearill because his wife is somewhat ill,
Uncertain in her health, indifferent still;
He turns her out of doores without reply;
Wondring at which I askt the reason why?
In sicknesse and in health, sayes he, I'm bound
Onely to keep her, either weak or sound;
But now shee's neither, he replies; you'l see,
Shee'l quickly now or mend or end, sayes he.

900. On Bib.

Wisdome doth teach us silence, now Bib is

With drink made speechless, is he not then wise?

Silly by chance did loose his Diary

Of wit, which he had got in company:

No marl he now so mute and pensive sits.
How can he choose, since he hath lost his wit

902. Ad sesquipidales poetastros.

Hence Brauron's god to Tauriminion,
And you Levaltoring Corybants be gon;
Fly thundering Bronsterops to Hippocrene,
And Mauros to Nymph-nursing Mytelene;
Grisly Megara's necromantique spell
Depart to black nights Acherontick cell:
Avaunt transformed Epidaurian,
Unto th'Antipod isles of Trabroban,
Away Cyllenius plumy-pinnion'd God,

With thy peace-making wand, snake-charming rod;
And all the rest not daring look upon
Vranus blood-born brood, and fell Typhon;
Chimera's victor great Bellerophon,

Thou vanquisher of Spanish Geryon.
Stout Asdruball Sicilian Lord of yore,
Thou that destroy'dst the Calidonian bore,
Couragious conqueror of Cretes Minotaure,
Thou pride of Mermeno's cloudy Semitaure.
Perseus whose marble stone transforming shield,
Enforc'd the Whale, Andromeda to yeeld,
You Argonautes that scour'd Syndromades,
And pass'd the quick-sands of Symplegades,
Help Demogorgon, King of heaven and earth,
Chaos, Lucina, at Litigiums birth,
The world with Childe looks for delivery
Of Canibals, or Poetophagy.

A devilish brood from Ericthonius,

From Iphidemia, Nox, and Erebus,

Chide Pegasus for op'ning Helicon,
And poets damn to Pyry-Phlegeton;
Or make this monstrous birth abortive be,
Or else I will shake hands with poetry.

Marmora Maonii vincunt monumenta libelli;

Vivitur ingenio, cætera mortis erunt.

The Muses works stone Monuments out-last; 'Tis wit keeps life, all else Death will down cast.

B

Ehold here lyes a scalded pate quite bare,

In catching conies, who lost many a hare.

2. On a faire Damosell.

Life is the road to death, and death heavens gate must be, Heaven is the throne of Christ, and Christ is life to me.

3. On Prince Henry.

In natures law 'tis a plaine case to dye,
No cunning lawyer can demurre on that;
For cruell death and destiny

Serve all men with a latitat.

So princely Henry; when his case was try'd,
Confess'd the action, paid the debt, and dy'd.