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A15606 Wits recreations. Selected from the finest fancies of moderne muses Herbert, George, 1592-1637.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver. 1640 (1640) STC 25870; ESTC S120256 79,337 324

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men 208 Another A begger once exceeding poore A penny pray'd me give him And deeply vow'd nere to aske more And I ne're more to give him Next day he begg'd againe I gave Yet both of us our oathes did save 209 Another I hold as faith What Rome's Church saith Where th' King is head The Flocks misled Where th' Alter's drest The peopele's blest Hee 's but an asse Who shuns the Masse Who charity preach They heav'n soon reach On faith t' rely Is heresy What England's Church allows My conscience disavowes The Church can have no seame Where the Pope's supream There 's service scarce divine Where 's table bread and wine Who the Communion flyes Is Catholique and wise Their church with error 's fraught Where only faith is taught No matter for good works Make 's Christians worse then Turks 210 Another There was a man bespake a thing Which when the owner home did bring He that made it did refuse it He that bought it would not use it He that hath it doth not know Whether he hath it yea or no. 211 On Women Woman 's the centre and the lines are men The circles love how doe they differ then Circles draw many lines into the center But love gives leave to onely one to enter 212 On Clarret wine spilt What 's this that 's spilt 't is clarret wine 'T is well 't is spilt it 's fall sav'd mine 213 On womans love A womans love is like a Syrian flower That buds and spreads and withers in an houre 214 On Cooke a cuckold A young cooke marri'd upon Sunday last And hee grew-old e're tuesday night was past 215 A Butcher marrying a tanners daughter A fitter match then this could not have bin For now the flesh is married to the skin 216 On Cupid Cupid no wonder was not cloath d of old For love though naked seldom ere is cold 217 A plain sutor to his love Faire I love thee yet I cannot sue And shew my love as masking courtiers doe Yet by the smocke of Venus for thy good I 'le freely spend my thrice concocted blood 218. On a passing bell This dolefull mu●ique of impartiall death Who danceth after danceth out of breath 219 On a farmer knighted In my conceit sir Iohn you were to blame To make a quiet goodwife a mad●dame 220 On Pallas and Bacchus birth Pallas the ofspring of Iove's braine Bacchus out of his thigh was ta'ne He breake 's his braine that learning winns When he that 's drunk breaks but his shins 221 On an old man doating on a yong mench A rich old man loving a faire yong lasse Out of his breeches his spectacles drew Wherewith he read a note how rich he was All which quoth he sweet-heart I 'le give to you Excuse me sir quoth she for all your riches I le marry none that wears his eies in 's breeches 222 Clownish Court-Ship Excellent Mrs. brighter then the moon Then scoured p●wter or the silver spoon Fairer then Phoebus or the morning star Dainty fair Mistrisse by my troth you are As far excelling Dian and her Nimphs As lobsters crawfish and as craw fish shrimps Thine eyes like Diamonds do shine most cleerly As I 'm an honest man I lo●e thee dearely 223 A Gen●leman to his love Tell her I love and if she aske how well Tell her my tongue told thee no tongue can tell 224 Her answer Say not you love unlesse you doe For lying will not honor you 225 His answer Maddam I love and love to doe And will not lye unlesse with you 226 On a Wels●man The way to make a welshman thinke on blisse And daily say his prayers on his knees Is to perswade him that most certaiae ' t is The moon is made of nothing but green cheese Then hee 'l desire of Iove no geater boon Then to be pleas'd in heaven to eate the moon 227 The vanity of man That every thing we do might vaine appeare We have a veine for each day in the yeere 228 To a friend on the losse of his Mrs. If thou the best of women didst forgo Weigh if thou found'st her or didst make her so If she was found know there is more then one If made the workman lives though she be gone 229 On a whore Rosa is faire but not a proper woman Can any woman proper be that 's common 230 On a Welshman A Welshman comming late into an Inn Asked the maid what meat there was within Cow-heels she answered and a brest of mutton But quoth the Welshman since I am no glutton Either of both shall serve to night the brest The heels i' th morning then light meat is best At night he tooke the brest and did not pay I th' morning tooke his heels and run away 231 On men and women I 'll thrives that haplesse family that showes A cocke that 's silent and a hen that crows I know not which lives more unnaturall lives Obeying husbands or commanding wives 232 On Linus Linus told me of verses that he made Riding to London on a trotting Jade I should have known had he conceal'd the case Even by his verses of his horses pace 233 On a litle diminutive band What is the reason of God-dam-me's band Inch-deep and that his fashion doth not alter God-dam me saves a labor understand In pulling't off when he puts on the halter 234 On Iulius By fraud the Merchant Iulius rakes in pel●e For heaven he sels yet hath it not himself 235 On fine apparell Some that their wives may near and cleanely go Do all their substance upon them bestow But who a goldfinch fain would make his wife Make 's her perhaps a wag-taile all her life 236 Vpon Conscience Many men this present age dispraise And thinke men have small conscience now adaies But sure I 'le lay no such fault to their charge I rather think their conscience is too large 237 In Cornutum Cornutus call'd his wife both whore and slut Quoth she you 'l never leave your brawling but. But what quoth he quoth she the post or doore For you have horns to but if I 'me a whore 238 A witty passage An old man sitting at a Christmas feast By eating Brawn occasioned a jest For whilest his tongue and gums chafed about For want of pales the chafed bore broke out And lights perchance upon a handsom lasse That neer him at the table placed was Which when she ' spi'd she pluck'd out of her sleeve A pin and did it to the old man give Saying sith your brawn out of your mouth doth slip Sir take this pin and therewith close your lip And bursting into laughter strain'd so much As with that strain her back-part spakelow dutch Which th' old man hearing did the pin restore And bad her therewith close her postern doore 239 A new married Bride The first of all our sex came from the side of man I thither am return'd from whence I came 240 On a pudding The end