Part 145 (2/2)

Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry Fie on this pride, this female vanity.

Thus, though the Rook does rail against the sin, He loves the gain that vanity brings in.

456. UPON SPUNGE. EPIG.

Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man Can hold of beer and ale an ocean; Is this his glory? then his triumph's poor; I know the tun of Heidleberg holds more.

464. UPON ONE WHO SAID SHE WAS ALWAYS YOUNG.

You say you're young; but when your teeth are told To be but three, black-ey'd, we'll think you old.

465. UPON HUNCKS. EPIG.

Huncks has no money, he does swear or say, About him, when the tavern's shot's to pay.

If he has none in 's pockets, trust me, Huncks Has none at home in coffers, desks, or trunks.

476. UPON A CHEAP LAUNDRESS. EPIG.

Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie That sharply trickles from her either eye.

The laundresses, they envy her good-luck, Who can with so small charges drive the buck.

What needs she fire and ashes to consume, Who can scour linens with her own salt rheum?

_Drive the buck_, wash clothes.

482. UPON SKURF.

Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may: All know a fellon eat the tenth away.

_Fellon_, whitlow.

500. UPON JACK AND JILL. EPIG.

When Jill complains to Jack for want of meat, Jack kisses Jill and bids her freely eat: Jill says, Of what? says Jack, On that sweet kiss, Which full of nectar and ambrosia is, The food of poets. So I thought, says Jill, That makes them look so lank, so ghost-like still.

Let poets feed on air, or what they will; Let me feed full, till that I fart, says Jill.

503. UPON PARRAT.

Parrat protests 'tis he, and only he Can teach a man the art of memory: Believe him not; for he forgot it quite, Being drunk, who 'twas that can'd his ribs last night.

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