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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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What is light?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



What is light?

Fethers are light, who lightly in the winde,
Wanders with nimble flying in the ayre.
Corke to is light, whose lightnes many finde
To be so light as it hath no compare:
But many thinges are light, yet none so much
As Women kind, who haue a slipprie tuch.
What can be lighter then a sillie Maide,
That is vnlightned of her mayden-head?
Was it so heauie? she was ouer-waide.
It was so heauie yet its lightly fled.
It lightly went: but wishes are in vaine,
Nor light nor heauie will it come againe.
Is a good name light, that its lightly lost?
It should seeme so for weare it otherwise,
The burthen would be carryed with lesse cost:
But lightnes is not thought on in our eyes.
Our clothes we weare are light, because we vse them
But heauie in the Winter, to refuse them.
Imagine then all seasons are alike,
And that there is no Winter, but all Summer:
When for our ease we walke this stroke we strike.
Yon Mayde too heauie a burthen hath vndone her:
And therefore in hot Summer, to shun heate,
She goes so light of body, loth to sweate.
That woman hauing names enough to vse,
Will not be loden with too great a waight:
A good name is intollerable: choose


A lighter carriage, and an easiar fraight,
Rather then be a heauie honest woman more,
For lightnes, be esteemde an arrant whore.
And let not men be heauie laden thus
But to be lightly clothde: fie, tis too bad
To loade their backes with burthens dangerous,
To be ore cloyde: what, do you thinke men mad?
No, rather let all men refuse no paine,
Till they haue eazde their burthens in Long-lane.

Quip.

I'low thy iudgement, for they that do so,
I must confesse in Summer lightly go,
But in the Winter of their time to come,
That lightnes will turne heauie vnto some:
This be their quip, wherewith none can dispence,
Lightly liue, but dye with heauie conscience.