Antiquary.| |
If in his study Ham̄on hath such care [f. 46v] |
To'hang all old strange things, let his wife beware. |
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Thou call'st me effeminat, for I love womens ioyes |
I call not thee manly, though thou follow boyes. |
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Thy father all frō thee by his last will |
Gaue to the poore; thou hast good title still. |
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Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howres |
And yet thou swearst thou hast supd like a king; |
Like Nabuchadnezar perchance wt gras & flowres |
A sallet, worse then Spanish dyeting. |
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Mercuris Gallobelgics.| |
Like Æsops fellow slaues, O Mercury |
Wch could do all things, thy fayth is, & I |
Like Æsops selfe, wch nothing; I confes |
I should haue had more fayth if thou hadst les. |
Thy credit lost thy credit: tis sinne to doo |
In this case as thou wouldst be done vntoo, |
To beleeue all. change thy name; thou art like |
Mercury in stealing, & lyest like a Greeke. |
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Thy flattering picture Phrine, is like thee |
Only in this yt you both painted bee. |
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Klockius so deeply'hath vowd nere more to come |
In bawdyhouse, yt he dares not go home. |
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Martial: castrats.| |
Why this Man gelded Martial I muse; |
Except himselfe alone his tricks would vse |
As katherine for the Coarts sake put downe Stews. |
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Compassion in ye world agayne is bredd |
Ralphius is sick, ye Broker keepes his bedd. |