He strives too, to be pleasant, and brings in 827. Taming of a Shrew. Would'st tame thy wife: first tame her tongue, Who thus his wife comes o'r shall overcome. 828. Liberty. If he be well which hath what he can wish, 829. Drammato. Of all Drammato's Playes that ere I see, 830. On Galba. Galba she sayes, she never tasted Man; 831. To the Reader. Such tenour I have kept here all along, I injure not the least, I give no blow To scourge mans vice, unlesse he tax his name, 832. On Formidando. Stout Formidando walks imperiously, 833. The German-Dutch. Death's not to be: so Seneca doth think: 834. Death. What Death is, dost thou ask of me? Till dead I do not know; Come to me when thou hear'st I'm dead, Then what 'tis I shall show. 835. On Carp and Manilla. Manilla would with Carp be maried, Manilla's wise I trow : But Carp by no means will Manilla wed; 836. On Carp. These are my verses which Carp reads; 'tis known ; But when Carp makes them non-sense, th'are his own. 837. To Phaulos. Thou art offended (Phaulos) as I hear, 838. To Coracine. What Crispulus is that in a new gown, He's Proctor of a Court, thou say'st, and does He does thy businesse (Coracine) for thee. 839. On Pru. Pru praises her complexion, nay swears 840. The Parret. If lawful't be, of things t'invent the name ; 841. To Maronilla. My Maronilla, I could easily spare Thy hands and arms, thy shoulders and fraught haire, My Maronilla I could spare thee all. 842. Study. Some men grow mad by studying much to know; 843. To Lionell. Lionell shows his honourable scars, 844. On Pumilio a Dwarfe. Pumilio lying in despaire Of further life, said, take no care To make a Tomb for me, good folks, 845. Sharpe sauce. Kisses and favours are sweet things, But those have thornes, and these have stings. 846. On Drad-nought. Drad-nought was for his many riots laid 847. On Phaulos and Gellia. Phaulos he visits, Gellia she's sick : I am no Wizard, yet I know their trick. 848. To his Friend. I will not be a Foe to any, Nor be familiar with too many; 849. Maried Folke. Man love thy wife; thy Husband, wife obay: Wives are our Heart, we should be Head alway. |