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The First Booke.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The First Booke.

Epig. 3. Lawyers and Phisicians .

Vnlesse the One Deale-Craftily,
The Other Desperate bee;
They Both may Eate on Beggers Meate,
And Liue in Penury.

Epig. 9. Against Tomasinus .

The Prayse, of prayse-lesse-Asses, some
Haue writ, in these our dayes:
Amongst the rest, haue beene exprest,
O Tom-Asine, thy Prayse.

Epig. 10. Against Fabianus .

Some-Men are Bald without, thou Inwardly;
Those want their Haires, thy Brain-pan's almost Dry.


Epig. 12. Dalilah.

Samsons deceitfull Dalilah,
His Strength in's Haire destroyed:
In these dayes, by such Dalilahs
Are many-men annoyed.

Epig. 14. Birth.

To Present things w'are Borne, Re borne
To things to-come, we are;
Though that Be Prime, yet Principall
Is this, and Better farre.

Epig. 18. Against Pætus, a Probleme .

Father , nor Fath'r-in-law, thou art, t'all Those,
Which thy Wife bare thee; then, What th' art who knowes?

Epig. 19. Against Pontiliana .

Why weddedst thou th' eleu'nth day of December?
Because, than this no day 's more short, night longer.

Epig. 22. Against Festus, an vn-Iust Iudge .

What Iudas or what Pilate did
Doe thou, thou Iudge vn-Iust:


With Iudas if thou wilt not Hang.
With Pilate wash thou must.

Epig. 26. Against Colinus, Dying Intestate .

Whiles thou didst Liue, thou nought wouldst giue,
Thou Leau'st All, now thou canst not Liue;
Like Greedy Hogge thy Life was Led,
Like Greazie Porke, thou now ly'st Dead.

Epig. 36. From Bad to Worse .

He's Dasht 'gainst Scylla, from Charibdis flying,
Which hopes to Salue his Sore, by Phisike Dying:
Fooles voyding Vice, the Contrary commit,
Are those to shunne Strife, which on Lawyers hit.

Epig. 47. Against a Foolish-Writer .

O, I could wish thy Paper were All-blacke;
Or that it did Least Spot of blacknesse lacke.

Epig. 51. Females.

Yong-wenches Coy, and Wanton are,
Faire-Maides, are Infamous:
Witty are Wily, full of Craft,
Lustfull, Lasciuious.


Epig. 52. Foure Law-Termes.

The Lawyers haue foure Termes, to which they frame
A most significant and proper name:
First, Michelmasse, from th' Angell Michael,
For Lawyers Purses then with Angels swell.
The next is Hillary a name most fit:
For this Terme makes the Lawyer merry, sit.
And Easter-Terme, like Church-mens Easter-Booke,
Much Gold and Gaine then to themselues they hooke.
Trinity-Terme, so call'd, because the Law.
Three Persons alwayes doth together draw;
To wit, the Iudge, Lawyer, and Clyent poore,
Who trauailes vp to pay the Lawyers-Score.
 

Because on our English Gold was stamped the Image of the Angell Michael.

Epig. 57. To Faustine .

That my Booke 's Good (thou Faustine) saidst to me,
If it be Good, would I my Booke might be.

Epig. 65. A Widdow .

He which for's Wife a Widdow doth obtayne,
Doth like to those which Buy-Clothes in Long-Lane;
One Cote's not fit, Another's too-too-old,
Their faults I know not, but th'are manifold.


Epig. 78. Doctor Ios. Hals Vowes and Meditations .

Thou Uowed'st Vowes, fit to be Vow'd,
Worth Reading Workes dost write:
He's blest that Reades thy Uowes, if hee
To doe them take delight.

Epig. 95. The forsaken Louer .

Even as Hell-fire doth Burne, but doth not Shine:
So thine not Shines, but sorely burnes my Heart:
But towards Thee, like Heau'nly fire is mine,
It Shines on Thee, not burnes thee, that's my smart:
Oh if thy Loue still burne and giue no Light,
My shining flame, it selfe will waste out quite.

Epig. 98. The Epitaph of Crœsus and Irus .

Vnder this Stone, lyes Crœsus buryed;
Wher's Irus then? Here, All are Poore when Dead.