y work's nought worth, take better worke in hand.
_Thou marr'st thy worke, and thy work will marre thee._
Worke not anewe, least it doth work thy wracke,
And then make worke for him that worke doth lacke.

And this I warn thee, Martin Monckies-face,
Take heed of me; my rime doth charm thee bad.
I am a rimer of the Irish race,
And haue alreadie rimde thee staring mad.
But if thou cease not thy bald jests to spread,
I'le never leave till I have rimde thee dead.

FOOTNOTES:

[424] In Herbert's "Typographical Antiquities," p. 1689, this tract is
intituled, "A Whip for an Ape, or Martin Displaied." I have
also seen the poem with this title. Readers were then often
invited to an old book by a change of title: in some cases, I
think the same work has been published with several titles.

[425] _Martin_ was a name for a _bird_, and a cant term for an _Ass_;
and, as it appears here, an _Ape_. Our _Martins_, considered
as birds, were often reminded that their proper food was
"hempen seed," which at length choked them. That it meant an
_Ass_, appears from "Pappe with a Hatchet." "Be thou Martin
the bird or Martin the beast, a bird with the longest bill, or
a _beast with the longest ears_, there's a net spread for your
neck."--Sign. B. 5. There is an old French proverb, quoted by
Cotgrave, _voce_ Martin:--"_Plus d'un ASNE a la foire, a nom
+Martin+_."

[426] Martin was a _protege_ of this _Dame Lawson_. There appear to
have been few political conspiracies without a woman, whenever
religion forms a part. This dame is thus noticed in the mock
epitaphs on Martin's funeral--

"Away with silk, for I will mourn in sacke;
Martin is dead, our new sect goes to wrack.
Come, gossips mine, put finger in the eie,
He made us laugh, but now must make us crie."
DAME LAWSON.

"Sir Jeffrie's Ale-tub" alludes to two knights who were
ruinously fined, and hardly escaped with life, for their
patronage of Martin.

[427] _Chwere_, _i.e._ "that I were," alluding to their frequently
adopting the corrupt phraseology of the populace, to catch the
ears of the mob.

[428] It is a singular coincidence that Arnauld, in his caustic retort
on the Jesuits, sai