English

Of the same.

Painted Nigrina with the picture face,
Hauing no maske thinks she's without grace,
So with one case she doth another case,
Doth not her maske become her then apace?

Of Nigrina.

Painted Nigrina vnmask'd comes ne're in sight,
Because light wenches care not for the light.

De Ignoto.

Yon fellow thinks mine Epigrams him meane,
Then let me write of euery bawd and queane.

To Mira.

Thou fearst I loue thee, for I prayse thee so:
Should I dispraise thee, what wouldst feare I trow?

Of Drus.

Drus for a Cuckold, and miserable's fam'd,
May not he well a hard-head then be nam'd?

Of Nigrina.

Why should Nigrina weare her mask so much?
Her skins lawn's not so fine, so soone to staine,
Her tendrest poultry may endure the touch,
Her face, face and out-face the wind againe:
The cherry of her lip's a winter Cherry,
Then weather-proof, & needs no masks defence:
Her cheeks best fruit's a black, no Mulberry,
But fearelesse of sharp gustes impouerishments:
And to be briefe, she being all plaine Ione ,

De Ignoto.

There's an odd fellow, (ile not tell his name,
Because from my lines he shal get no fame:)
Reading mine Epigrams bathes euery limb,
In angry sweat swearing that I meane him:
Content thy selfe, I write of better men,
Thou art no worthy subiect for my pen.

To Mira.

Many aske Mira , why I nam'd thee so:
Let them aske Nature why she fram'd thee so.

Of Issa.

Issa from me to a player tooke her way,
No meruaile, for she alwaies lou'd to play.

Of Cornelius.

See you him yonder, who sits o're the stage,
With the Tobacco-pipe now at his mouth?
It is Cornelius that braue gallant youth,
Who is new printed to this fangled age:
He weares a lerkin cudgled with gold lace,
A profound slop, a hat scarce pipkin high,
For boots, a paire of dagge cases; his face,
Furr'd with Cads -beard: his poynard on his thigh.
He wallows in his walk his slop to grace,
Sweares by the Lord , daines no salutation