University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

Where Rollus his late rich widow (now his proud wifes) eares grew.

Epigram, 155.

Rollus a Widow woo'd; but, t'would not be;
She still held out, to keepe him lowly in:


Then downe at last he fell vpon his knee
For grace vniting, which he (so) did win:
So then, he well perceau'd, (which now he feeles)
His haughty Widdowes Eares were at her Heeles!