English

Of the same.

Naeuia's a Merchant, and a Gentleman:
That is, scarce honest, liue he how he can.

Of Naeuia.

Naeuia is one while of the Innes of Court,
Toyling in Brooke, Fitzherbert , and in Dyer:
Another while th'Exchange he doth resort,
Moyling as fast, a seller, and a buyer:
Will not he thriue (think yee) who can deuise,
Thus to vnite the law and merchandise?
Doubtlesse he will, or cosen out of doubt;
What matter's that? his law will beare him out.

Of Chrestina.

I told Chrestina I would lie with her,
When she with an old phrase doth me aduise,
To keepe my selfe from water and from fier,
And she would keepe me from betwixt her thighs,
That there is water I doe make no doubt,
But Il'e be loth (wench) to be fired out.

To Licus.

Licus , thou art deceau'd in saying, that
I'me a fine man: thou saist thou knowst not what.
He's fine fellow who is neate and fine,
Whose locks are kem'd, & neuer a tangled twine,
Who smels of Musk, Ciuet, and Pomander,
Who spends, and out-spends many a pound a yeare,
Who piertly iets, can caper, daunce, and sing,
Play with his Mistris fingers, her hand wring,
Who companying with wenches nere is still:
But either skips or mowes, or prates his fill,
Who is at euery play, and euery night

Of the same.

With what conscience can Metius sell law deare,
When of meere almes he was made Barrister?

Of Metius.

Metius of late hath greatly cosend me,
I tooke him for an earnest Catholike,
He talk'd so much of almes and charity;
But I was mightily deceau'd belike.
He praiseth charity and almes, because
He was made Barrister for almes, not lawes.

Of Cotta.

I wonder ( Cotta ) Paynters Art can like thee,
Who drew thy picture being nothing like thee.

Of Orpheus.

Orpheus hath wed a young lusty wife,
And all day long vpon his Lute doth play:
Doth not this fellow lead a merry life,
Who playes continually both night and day?

Of Fidens.

Fidens instructs young Gentlemen to play,
Who teach his wife, they get true fingring:
But she learnes to play false; no meruaile, they
Of a Maister, she of Schollers got her learning.

Of Lais.

Wanton young Lais hath a pretty note,
Whose burthen is, pinch not my petticoate:
Not that she feares close nips, for by the rood,
A priuy pleasing nip will cheare her blood:
But she which longs to tast of pleasures cup,
In nipping would her petticoate weare vp.