that can alone
With speed give sick men their salvation:
'Tis strange, his father long time has been ill,
And credits physic, yet not trusts his pill:
And why? he knows he must of cure despair,
Who makes the sly physician his heir.
317. TO A MAID.
You say, you love me! that I thus must prove:
It that you lie, then I will swear you love.
326. UPON GREEDY. EPIG.
An old, old widow Greedy needs would wed,
Not for affection to her or her bed;
But in regard, 'twas often said, this old
Woman would bring him more than could be told.
He took her; now the jest in this appears,
So old she was, that none could tell her years.
357. LONG AND LAZY.
That was the proverb. Let my mistress be
Lazy to others, but be long to me.
358. UPON RALPH. EPIG.
Curse not the mice, no grist of thine they eat;
But curse thy children, they consume thy wheat.
361. UPON MEASE. EPIG.
Mease brags of pullets which he eats: but Mease
Ne'er yet set tooth in stump or rump of these.
363. UPON PASKE, A DRAPER.
Paske, though his debt be due upon the day
Demands no money by a craving way;
For why, says he, all debts and their arrears
Have reference to the shoulders, not the ears.
368. UPON PRIGG.
Prigg, when he comes to houses, oft doth use,
Rather than fail, to steal from thence old shoes:
Sound or unsound be they, or rent or whole,
Prigg bears away the body and the sole.
369. UPON MOON.
Moon is a usurer, whose gain,
Seldom or never knows a wain,
Only Moon's conscience, we confess,
That ebbs from pity less and less.
372. UPON SHIFT.
Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new;
Save but his hat, and that he cannot mew.
_Mew_, change feathers.
373. UPON CUTS.
If wounds in clothes Cuts calls his rags, 'tis clear
His linings are the matter running there.
374. GAIN AND GETTINGS.
When others gain much by the present cast,
The cobblers' getting time is at the last.
379. UPON DOLL. EPIG.
Doll, she so soon began the wanton trade,
She ne'er remembers that she was a maid.
380. UPON SKREW. EPIG.
Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths
For all his shifts he cannot shift his clothes.
381. UPON LINNET. EPIG.
Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know;
And sweetly sings, but yet his bre
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