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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Who is that?
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Who is that?
Who do you meane, this Gallant that comes heere?
I, euen the same: listen and I will show.
This meacocke was a man, and but last yeere
Fell he thus poore, thus wrapt in weedes of woe:
And fiue yeeres since, he that should tell him this,
Had had his Poyniard in his sides by lysse.
I, euen the same: listen and I will show.
This meacocke was a man, and but last yeere
Fell he thus poore, thus wrapt in weedes of woe:
And fiue yeeres since, he that should tell him this,
Had had his Poyniard in his sides by lysse.
For he had houses, and a mightie stocke,
Landes in the Countrey, and much coyne at vse:
But riotous company that still did flocke
Both day and night to him, causd this abuse.
Dice, wine, and women, wonne, drunke, & spent all,
And now he liues a vasiall at each call.
Landes in the Countrey, and much coyne at vse:
But riotous company that still did flocke
Both day and night to him, causd this abuse.
Dice, wine, and women, wonne, drunke, & spent all,
And now he liues a vasiall at each call.
A by-word to the worlde, and thus he goes,
Sicke with necessitie, and pinde with want:
Where he had plentie, gingling in his hose,
Now poouertie in's pocket, maketh scant.
And his poore belly that did surfet then,
Feeding a number, now is fedd by men.
Sicke with necessitie, and pinde with want:
Where he had plentie, gingling in his hose,
Now poouertie in's pocket, maketh scant.
And his poore belly that did surfet then,
Feeding a number, now is fedd by men.
O griefe exceeding, where did wealth exceede.
O care abounding in abundance steade.
O ill helpe of the holpen: now his neede,
Makes him in sorrow, for to begge his bread.
O friendes what meane you to leaue wealth to such,
Whose wit seemes nothing, cloyde with ouer much.
O care abounding in abundance steade.
O ill helpe of the holpen: now his neede,
Makes him in sorrow, for to begge his bread.
O friendes what meane you to leaue wealth to such,
Whose wit seemes nothing, cloyde with ouer much.
Quip.
Content your selues, did parents know the spending,They would not leaue so much, to such bad ending:
But hope of doing well, makes them forgo,
What after their depart, their Sonnes spend so:
And tis enough for Sonnes, that spend so bad,
(Me thinkes) to say: suffizes once I had.
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