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Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines

against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands]

Rowlands, Samuel (1570?-1630?)

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Honest Gentle-men.

Flatteries Favvne.

[Hyppocrisie was kind, and vs'd me well]

[A cittizen for recreation sake]

[A Mony-monger choyse of sureties had]

[A wealthy Misers Sonne, vpon the way]

[Enuy betwixt two friends, a breach did make]

[A country fellow had a dreame]

[An idle fellow that would take no paine]

[A crafty kind of knauish foole]

[A sort of Clownes for losse which they sustayn'd]

[One dying, left three sonnes]

[An old stale Widdower, quite past the best]

[A gentleman, a curious building fram'd]

[A Barber and a Mower did contend]

[An humorons phantasticke Asse]

A Quack-saluers Humour.

[One came to court a Wench which was presize]

[A crew of Foxes all on theeuing set]

[A shepheard that a carefull eye did keepe]

[The Deuill did complaine he was not well]

[A byshop met two Priests vpon the way]

[One clymbing of a tree, by hap]

[An aged Gentleman, sore sicke did lye]

[A simple Clowne in Flanders]

A Courtezans Humour.

[A rich man and a poore did both appeare]

[Two Beggers did encounter on the way]

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[A crafty kind of knauish foole]

A crafty kind of knauish foole,
Whereof there plenty be,
Did breake his Mistris looking-Glasse
And swore it was not he:
His Mayster did examine him,
Demaunding who it was,
(Sir) if youle be content (quoth he)
Ile tell who broke the Glasse.
With that, he brought him in the Hall,
To Fortunes picture there,
Say'ng Sir, twas Fortune did the deed,
She ought the blame to beare.
His Mayster tooke a Cudgell
And belabour'd him withall,
Who crying out for mercy, downe
Before his feete did fall:
Nay (quoth his Mayster) tis not I,
To Fortune you must speake,

For euen she that cudgels you,
The Glasse before did breake.