How Cock-tail proud he doth himself advance !
How rare his spurrs do ring the Morrice-dance!
Now I protest by Mistriss Susans fan,
He and his boy will make a proper man.
582. On Vertue, Milla's Maid.
Saith Aristotle, Vertue ought to be
Communicative of her self, and free;
And hath not Vertue, Milla's maid, been so?
Who's grown hereby, as big as she can go.
An home-spun Peasant with his Urine-glasse,
The doctor ask'd what Country-man he was,
Quoth Corydon, with making legs full low,
Your worship, that, shall by my water know.
584. On a Spanish Souldier.
A Spanish souldier, sick unto the death,
His Pistoll to's Physitian did bequeath.
Who did demand, what should the reason be,
'Bove other things to give him that; (quoth he)
This with your practice joyned, you may kill,
Sir, all alive, and have the world at will.
The Asse a Courtier on a time would bee,
And travail'd forain Nations for to see;
But home returned, fashion he could none,
His main and tail were onely larger grown.
As Venison in a poor mans Kitchin's rare;
So Hypocrites and Usurers in Heaven are.
587. Dæmonum certamen.
A Broker and an Usurer contended,
Which in's profession was the most befriended;
And for experience more to have it tryde,
A Scrivener must the difference decide :
To whom (quoth he) you like the Fox and Cub,
One shall be Mammon, th’other Belzebub.
Love's of it self too sweet: the best of all
Is; when Loves honey has a dash of gall.
589. On Man and Woman.
When Man and Woman dyes, as Poets sung;
His Heart's the last that stirs, of hers, the Tongue.
I ask'd Fabullus, why he had no wife? (Quoth he) because I'd live a quiet life.
Furnus takes pains, he need not without doubt, O yes, he labours much. How? with the gout.
592. Quid non ebrietas ?
Rubin reports, his Mirtriss is a Punk:
Which being told her, was no wit dismaid,
For sure as death (quoth she) the Villains drunk,
And in that taking, knows what he said.
'Twas well excus'd, but oft it comes to passe,
That true we find, In vino veritas.
593. No Paines, no Gaines.
If little labour, little are our gaines,
Mans fortunes are according to his paines.
Pontus by no means from his coyn departs,
Z'foot, will you have of men more than their hearts?
595. A culina ad curiam.
Lixa, that long a Serving-groom hath been,
Will now no more the man be known or seen :
And reason good, he hath the place resign'd;
Witness his cloak, throughout with Velvet lin'd
Which by a Paradox comes thus to passe;
The greasie Gull is turn'd a gallant asse.
Dick had but two words to maintain him ever,
And that was Stand, and after stand Deliver.
But Dick's in Newgate, and he fears shall never
Be blest again with that sweet word, Deliver.
597. Magnis non est morandum.
See how Silenus walks accomplished,
With due performance of his fathers page:
Looks back of purpose to be honoured,
And on each slight occasion 'gins to rage;
You, villain, dog! where hath your stay been such?
Quoth he, the Broker would not lend so much.
598. Puduit sua damna referre.
Such ill success had Dick at Dice last night,
As he was forc'd, next day, play least in sight:
But if you love him, make thereof no speeches,
He lost his Rapier, Cloak, and Velvet Breeches.
Reader, thou seest how pale these papers look,
While they fear thy hard censure on my Book.
600. Nimis docuit consuetudo.
Old Fucus board is oft replenished,
But naught thereof must be diminished,
Unlesse some worthlesse upper-dish or twain ;
The rest for service still again remain.
His man that us'd to bring them in for show,
Leaving a dish upon the bench below,
Was by his Master (much offended) blam'd,
Which he, as brief, with answer quickly fram'd;
T'hath been so often brought afore this day,
As now ch'ad thoft it self had known the way.
601. Poculo junguntur amici.
A health, saith Lucas, to his Loves bright eye;
Which not to pledge, were much indignity;
You cannot do him greater courtesie,
Than to be drunk, and damn'd for company.
602. Nullum stimulum ignaris.
Cacus awake, was told the Sun appear'd,
Which had the darknesse of the morning clear'd':
But Cacus sluggish, thereto makes reply,
The Sunne hath further far to go than I.
At three go-downs Dick doffs me off a pot,
The English Gutter's Latine for his throat.
604. Non penna, sed usus.
Cajus accounts himselfe accurst of men,
Onely because his Lady loves him not :
Who, till he taught her, could not hold her pen,
And yet hath since, another Tutor got.
Cajus it seems, thy skill she did but cheapen,
And means to try him at another weapon.
605. An absolute Gallant.
If you will see true valour here display'd,
Heare Poly-phemus, and be not afraid.
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