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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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THE EPISTLE TO any Man, but especially to Fooles and Mad-men.

For custome sake, and for no other cause,
Seeing ensample Imitation drawes,
I am content to vse a Dedication,
Which shall be framed of a new-found fashion,
Not vnto this, or that, great mighty Lord,
To flatter what his bounty will affoord,
Nor vnto such a rare and worthy Knight,
To praise him farre beyond his worships right.
Nor to this Maddam, and the tother Lady,
My freeborne Muse is no such seruile baby,
I will not fawne with Matchlesse, valorous,
Rarely renown'd, diuine Ingenious;
Admired wonder, Map of clemency,
Applauded, lauded magnanimity,
The Mercurie of perfect eloquence,
True spheare of bountie and Magnificence:
The feirce and cruell warre God at the sharpe:
Appollo's better on the Lute and Harpe.

Olde Hector's ouer-match at Pike and Launce,
Disgrace to Iuno for a stately daunce,
The very Nonesuch of true courtesie,
A Treasurer to liberallity,
No, I will call men by their owne names thus:
To the prophane, and gracelesse impious,
To carelesse creatures brutishly inclynd;
To humane shape, possest with deuils mind.
To wretched worldling, either he or shee:
To fooles and mad-men, such as most men bee.
To them that ne're will thanke me for my paine:
And such of whome I doe expect no gaine.
Samuel Rowlands.
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