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] |
 |
|
Who comes yonder?
|
 | Qvips vpon qvestions |  |
Who comes yonder?
Ile tell thee who: but prethee marke him well.
See how he stares about, as one dispayring,
And of his sorrowes I will something tell.
Sometimes he strikes his brest as one ill faring.
Wan, woe, and pale he lookes, as wanting life.
Greeud like a kind man, that entombs his wife.
See how he stares about, as one dispayring,
And of his sorrowes I will something tell.
Sometimes he strikes his brest as one ill faring.
Wan, woe, and pale he lookes, as wanting life.
Greeud like a kind man, that entombs his wife.
Hath he losse at sea by Shipp? O no not so.
Or on the land by fier? Tis not so well.
Well do you tearme it, to attaine such woe?
No trust me, I do thinke nought is more ill.
That losse God sendes, and who so leaues it,
As Iob did, shall with Iob, ten fould receiue it.
Or on the land by fier? Tis not so well.
Well do you tearme it, to attaine such woe?
No trust me, I do thinke nought is more ill.
That losse God sendes, and who so leaues it,
As Iob did, shall with Iob, ten fould receiue it.
What ayles he then? Now list and I will shew him.
This man dispaires, is madd, and vext with griefe,
Yet as thou thinkst not so vnfortunate, beshrow him:
Not robd by sea or land, by fier or thiefe,
But yonder comes the asse that nere was wise,
For he has lost his money all at dice.
This man dispaires, is madd, and vext with griefe,
Yet as thou thinkst not so vnfortunate, beshrow him:
Not robd by sea or land, by fier or thiefe,
But yonder comes the asse that nere was wise,
For he has lost his money all at dice.
Quip.
At dice in deed? a foole of fooles say I,That liues with paine, and doth in pleasure die:
This be his guilt, mockt still of euery neigbour.
For doing that vvhich quitteth not his labour.
| Qvips vpon qvestions | |