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Fiue hundred pointes of good Husbandrie

as well for the Champion, or open countrie, as also for the woodland, or Seuerall, mixed in euerie Month with Huswiferie, ouer and besides the booke of Huswiferie, corrected, better ordered, and newly augmented to a fourth part more, with diuers other lessons, as a diet for the fermer, of the properties of winds, planets, hops, herbes, bees, and approoued remedies for sheepe and cattle, with many other matters both profitable and not vnpleasant for the Reader. Also a table of husbandrie at the beginning of this booke: and another of huswiferie at the end: for the better and easier finding of any matter conteined in the same. Newly set foorth by Thomas Tusser

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The description of an enuious and naughtie neighbour.
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The description of an enuious and naughtie neighbour.

Chap. 53.

An enuious neighbour, is easie to finde,
His cumbersome fetches, are seldome behinde.
His hatred procureth, from naughtie to wurse,
His friendship like Iudas that carried the purse.
His head is a storehouse, with quarrels full fraught,
His braine is vnquiet, till all come to naught.
His memorie pregnant, old euils to recite,
His mind euer fixed, ech euill to requite.
His mouth full of venim, his lips out of frame,
His tongue a false witnes, his friend to defame.
His eies be promooters, some trespas to spie,
His eares be as spials, alarum to crie.
His hands be as tyrants, reuenging ech thing,
His feete at thine elbow, as serpent to sting.
His breast full of rancor, like Canker to freat,
His hart like a Lion, his neighbour to eat.
His gate like a sheepebiter, fleering aside,
His looke like a coxcombe, vp puffed with pride.
His face made of brasse, like a vice in a game,
His iesture like Dauus, whom Terence doth name.
His brag as Thersites, with elbowes abrode,
His cheekes in his furie, shall swell like a tode.

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His colour like ashes, his cap in his eies,
His nose in the aire, his snout in the skies.
His promise to trust to, as slipprie as ice,
His credit much like, to the chance of the dice.
His knowledge, or skill, is in prating too much,
His companie shunned, and so be all such.
His friendship is counterfait, seldome to trust,
His dooings vnluckie, and euer vniust.
His fetch is to flatter, to get what he can,
His purpose once gotten, a pin for thee than.