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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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A hote Contention.

A controuersie there did happen late,
Where strangers met about a hot debate,
Which I hope (Reader) ne're shall trouble vs:
A sweating thing, cald Morbus Gallicus,
The Frenchman swore they did his Nation wrong
That said the pox did vnto them belong,
Giuing it nick-names by the tearme of French,
As though no other had the fault to wench.
For he would proue to the Italians face,
That it was borrow'd from their stocke and race.
Th' Italian look'd vpon him sterne and grim,
And said the Spaniard had it before him,

Threatning the Frenchman for his lying sin,
The pox, or he, would pull his Beard from's Chin.
The Spaniard vow'd he manifest could show,
He fetch'd it from the Indies long ago.
When first they went for Gold and Siluer thether,
They brought home mettall, and the pox together.
At length came certaine English, Scots, and Dutch.
Who hearing their contention grow so much,
Would take vpon them an arbitterment
To make all friends, so vnto cups they went,
Powring in wine, taking Tobacco so,
Vpon them all the Frenchman did bestow
His pockey kindnes, which doth so appeare,
That none can boasting say, his Nations cleare.
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