No life lies on't, then coyn I'l never spare ; 628. On Tobacco. Tobacco is a weed of so great power, 629. Vpon Nasuto. When at the Table once I did averre, 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, 631. On Furius. Furius a lover was, and had loving fits, 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, 634. On Count-surly. Count-surly will no scholler entertain: Or any wiser than himself; how so? 635. On Women. When man lay dead-like, woman took her life, 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) I wonder much then how they take their ease, 638. Merry Doll. I blame not lusty Doll, that strives so much, 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, May not this shop be let alone? quoth he, 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, I should be merry, and should think to thrive, 643. Meum & Tuum. Megge lets her husband boast of rule and riches, 644. Deaths trade. Death is a Fisherman, the world we see And all is Fish with him that comes to Net. 645. On Bice. Bice laughs when no man speaks, and doth protest 646. Valiant in Drink. Who onely in his Cups will fight, is like 647. Master and Scholler. A Pedant ask'd a Puny ripe and bold, 648. Gasters great belly. Gaster did seem to me to want his eyes, 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 : |