Qvips vpon qvestions or, A Clownes conceite on occasion offered. bewraying a morrallised metamorphoses of changes vpon interrogatories: shewing a litle wit, with a great deale of will; or in deed, more desirous to please in it, then to profite by it. Clapt vp by a Clowne of the towne in this last restraint, hauing litle else to doe, to make a litle vse of his fickle Muse, and carelesse of carping. By Clunnyco de Curtanio Snuffe [i.e. Robert Armin] |
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A Poet Pawnde.
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A Poet Pawnde.
What did he pawne? his clothes or els his wit?
Somewhat he pawnde, his neede to satisfie,
But what it was, in troth I do not know it:
Or whether he pawnd or no, I can not iustifie.
Then how canst thou say thus, when tis not so,
Harke to the reason I aledge or show.
Somewhat he pawnde, his neede to satisfie,
But what it was, in troth I do not know it:
Or whether he pawnd or no, I can not iustifie.
Then how canst thou say thus, when tis not so,
Harke to the reason I aledge or show.
Writing these Embles on an idle time,
Within my windowe where my house doth stand:
Looking about, and studying for a Rime,
I might beholde a Poet weakely man'd:
His Sonne I gesse it was a little Boy,
But what long circumstaunce requires this toy.
Within my windowe where my house doth stand:
Looking about, and studying for a Rime,
I might beholde a Poet weakely man'd:
But what long circumstaunce requires this toy.
Into a Brokers house they went together,
Both emptie handed I might see right well:
Because I knew them both, I noted either.
Yet will not name this man of whom I tell.
Empty they went in, and when they came out,
A bundell they brought foorth, well wrapt about.
Both emptie handed I might see right well:
Because I knew them both, I noted either.
Yet will not name this man of whom I tell.
Empty they went in, and when they came out,
A bundell they brought foorth, well wrapt about.
I askt the question, and it was a gadge,
Newly redeemd: but what it was I know not
He pawnd, but what a pawnd I am not of age
To tell to any, and the pawne I saw not:
What ere it was, I hold it farre vnfit,
To say the Poets bundle was his wit.
Newly redeemd: but what it was I know not
He pawnd, but what a pawnd I am not of age
To tell to any, and the pawne I saw not:
What ere it was, I hold it farre vnfit,
To say the Poets bundle was his wit.
Quip.
No matter what it was, the deed is past,He was not first that pawnd, nor is the last:
Had it been his wiues wit, thus had you disgrast her,
But a faire pawne did neuer shame his maister.
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