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A14041
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Nosce te, (humors.) By Richard Turner
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Turner, Richard, poet.
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1607
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STC 24346; ESTC S118702
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NOSCE TE HVMORS BY RICHARD TVRNER Disce dediscere LONDON Printed by I. W. for Iefferey Chorlton and are to be sold at his shop at the great North doore of Pauls 1607. TO THE READER DIgnare indignis Reader soft I might as wel haue called you gentle per Antiphrasin you 'l say but you were not best bee prating lest I make Cato claw you by the Coxecombe with ne ad concilium c. But Apology define plura doe you heare predicte heere 's asixepenie purchase for you I thinke you may call it Epigrames or a booke of this thing and that thing and iust nothing if you haue better skil you may scoffe at it or you may looke and laugh at it you may buy it and beare it and then you may eyther reade it or heare it or else take it and teare it or if you can doe nothing else clip your taile twixt your legs like a weary sheepe and cry mew but may be your stomacke hath prest your belly to the three peny Ordinary take this word in your pocket for t is not there I assure you Farewel Richard Turner TO THE CARPING Misinterpretor CEase gualde-backt-guilt my inscious lines to mince The world will know you are rub'd if once you wince They hemme within their seeming criticke wall Particularly none generally all Mongst which if you haue chancht to catch a pricke Crie Wee-hie if you will but do not kicke NOSCE TE Humors NOsce te Humors fantasticke know thy selfe The ape of fashions Natures very Elfe Here learne abhorre reforme thy infamous rumors Platter fac't Proteus Nosce te Humors MEete swearing Samme and say you are glad he 's wel Euen so is he by you he is by hell Aske him if he a pinte of wine will take He 'le giue it you aye by the Stygian lake Tell him t' is spoke his dealings are but euill His humor scorneth rumor aye by the diuell This his detested swearing each man loathes His oathes are his God grant he not his oathes SEarch from the orient to the occident To find some vnknowne-land by accedent Wring Prester Iohn by the beard draw Cham by 'th heeles Tie such as Hector to our chariot wheeles Pish what were this now none are famde but drinkers Le ts to a tauerne be as drunke as Tinkers Drag vp some whores into the roome by'th'haire Swingde vp the Vintner throw the Drawer down staires Rouse out with such a horrid thunder score Make Errabus amasde the Welkin rore Fall out scolde fight and after all these quarrels Sucke out the very entrals of the barrels O had we neuer ended Spanish iarres Then these had neuer beene our English warres OTher mens ioyes chifefly from those Ioise descend Yet cruel Ioise my ioyes in Ioise haue end My onely ioyes by onely Ioise are crost Ioise is my loue in whome my ioyes are lost HArke how he blowes puffe he 'l cassear you all Gallants alane giue Gurmandise the â—all O Buttockes bigger then a paire of butt's The very paragon of grease and guts Atturney I crie you mercy now I le sweare T is he hath made tuftaffatie so deare A sixeyearde iacket's nothing for I le tell ye Th'ers a huge circuit bout his boundles belly Ale by whole runnes the vastiles conceales T is strange no tripe-wife for his garbage deales Yet all 's not lost by feeding Gurmandise Then weepe not Besse for when thy husband dies Doe thou but seeth the entrals of the chuffe Thou art worth at least fiue marke in kitching stuffe Yet soft I le make a Proclamation That cloth and stuffe may ioine in supplication And pray O mutton pasties goose and pigge That bellies may breake before they grow so bigge BLessed Creator turne thy cursed creature The best by name 's become the badst by nature Grace now giue ore that name be Grace no more O Grace is graceles for Grace is a whore SHine hollow Caues and thou celestiall round Droppe downe harmonious accents from thy sphears Let heaven and earth with merry noise resound The Flagge hanges out to day thei 'l baite the beares For how to spend my time I could not tell Cause al the whores of Lambeth be in Bridewel Thus idle Libertines consume their liues In some detested sinne some horrid vice Rauishing maides dishonesting mens wiues At tauernes bawdy houses playes whores dice They that haue libertie do thus abuse it Cursed nay all most dambd are they that vse it MVmme chancing Tom to his eternall grace The dicing-heraldes did create sise ace This Tom in gamling was forsooth so nice No tricke escapte his knowledge on the dice Barde cater trayes fullomes high cuts low cuts Nay Tom did know the dices very guts But what auaileth skill if lucke be bad Ingratum fatum Tom lost all he had When loe to dire reuenge Thomas is drawne And put his cloake despight the dice to pawne But valiant dice better at blowes then brawle Conquerde at armes cloke doublet hose and all Quoth furious Tom is this my merit's meede A plague vpon 't heer 's bare lucke indeed Then cals all villanes rogues panders and whores And in his summer's sute swinges out of dores Catch-poles and bruers horses giue the wall Or breechles Thomas sweares hee 'l bang you all MEndoso's turnd what swaggerer by this light I am sure he is not beleaue't he is hee 'l fight Hee 's rich and valiant as a man may be London affordes none properer then he See how he laughes nay prethee doe not score it I am sure t is true I heard him when he swore it Trust me you wrong the Gentleman nay fie T is a lest indeed Mendoso sweare and lie A Gentleman why he hath beene once or twise Why I hope to God a Seruing man may rise Why name you Ambodexter mongst the rest Did he follow him t is true he did in iest The other morning to disgest his canne To cut Tobacco he swore he mist his man Disgrac't to fil't himselfe in a great rage Can curse the Earle that needes would haue his Page He had a Page he lies that dare say nay Three daies he seru'd him ere he runne away He 's turnd I assure you lies as well as many Bids God renounce his soule better than any Cries villaines I haue learnd a new Carouse No man comes neere me in a Bawdie house When others pawnd their land he spent no ground Because he had none but almost three hundred pound He spent indeed a little which he got Question not how perchance it was his lot AS my yong Mistris walked by her gate A Beggar askt her worship for a pennie Shee prizing worship at the lowest rate Bade him be packing for he gote not any Another kneeling came with good your honor And t' was no maruell for shee wore a Hood Shee hearing such a title put vpon her I warrant quoth shee his breeding hath bin good Out came her purse and money read how much A penny faith her