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To Fustis, Knave of Clubbs.

Fvstis, the humours of a Knaue,
To thee I dedicate;
Which hath bin christned knaue of Clubs,
By Gentle-men of late.
For thy notorious swaggering life,
Thou liu'st about the towne;
And Fleet-street fraies, when Prentices
With Clubs did knock thee downe:
Thy tricks, and feates, thou hast at cards,
To cut vpon a Knaue,
That let a man draw where he will,
Thy picture he shall haue.
Thy haunting of the Dicing-house,
To cheate a liuing there,
The Panders profit out of Whores,
For whome thou't fight and sweare.
Thy bould and brasen fac'd exploit,
In want, some quoine to get,
At Bedlem bouling-alley late,
Where Cittizens did bet:
And threw their mony on the ground,
To which thou didst incline,
And taking vp an angell, swore
By God this game is mine.
VVhile they vpon each other looke
Not knowing what to say:
Clubs calls (come sirha) to his man,
And goes with quoine away.
These and a thousand villanies,
Which now I will omit,
Hath got thee placed Captaine heere,
because thou merrits it.
March in the forefront of my Booke,
And say J vse thee kinde:
A crew of mad-men, knaues, and fooles,
Thy fellowes, come behinde.