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The Knaues of Spades and Diamonds. With new Additions [by Samuel Reynolds]
Rowlands, Samuel (1570?-1630?)

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THE EPISTLE TO any Man, but especially to Fooles and Mad-men.
 
The Knaues, of Spades and Diamonds.
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The Knaue of Diamonds.
 
[The Knaue of Diamonds promised before]
 
Neptunes owne Knauery.
 
The Picture of a Pirat.
 
To a Reprobate Pirat that hath renounced Christ and is turn'd Turke.
 
The Fox taken, comming to take.
 
Like will to Like.
 
Lightly come, Lightly goe.
 
When theeues fall out true men come by their goods.
 
All's Fish that comes to net.
 
False Knaues will neuer be true.
 
Curelesse, and Carelesse.
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The Knaue of Spades.
 
One good turne asketh another.
 
Like Maister like Man.
 
To the olde yong Man.
 
The Country cunning Man.
 
To the Saint in shew, and Deuill in practise.
 
The Country Cormorant.
 
Patience Perforce.
 
Tobacco carted to Tyburne.
 
To smokey Noses, and stinking Nostrils.
 
To beggerly Contention.
 
To a Domesticall Cowardly Coxcombe.
 
On an ill Conscience.
 
To Machiauill the Deuils Statesman.
 
To Mr. Mony-bag the Vsurer.
 
To complement the dissembling Counterfait.
 
Harme watch, Harme catch.
 
To all Londons Naballs.
 
On vaine and curious Monuments.
 
Of a wicked Maiestrate.
 
To a Gentleman foole.
 
The Picture of a Swagerer.
 
To the Deuils Secretarie.
 
To a Gormondizing Glutton.
 
Fooles and Babes tell true.
 
To Madam Maske or Francis Fan.
 
Or thus.
 
A hote Contention.
 
Of Ghoasts and Goblins.
 
The Seauen deadly Sins all Horst and riding to Hell.
 
[The Kraues are delt, the Game is plaid]

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All's Fish that comes to net.

These damned Dice (I thinke) if truth were known,
Are made of diuels horne, or Diues bone.
Aboue a hundred pound I lost last night,
But woe to them that next appeare in sight:
For whome they are, or whence so e're they bee,
My money double and their deaths Ile see.
Bring me a Canne of wine boy, quickly lad,
Put in Gun-powder, for ile drinke me mad.
Get cords and sticks to turne about their braines:
They'le ne're confesse vnlesse a man take paines,
And wring it out of them euen in despight:
Or burne their fingers ends with candle light.
Where they haue hid their money they'le denie:
What mercy to such villaines, that will lie
To gentlemen like we, that ventrous winne,
And haue no other trade of comming in?
I make as much account to kill a flea,
As rob my father if we meet at sea.
Be who it will, a stranger or my brother:
Conscience is one thing, stealing is another.
As Constables forget their friends in watch:
So weele know no man, when his goods we catch.
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