English

Arthure brooks only those that brooke not him,
Those he most regards, and devoutly serves:
But them that grace him his great brav'ry skornes,
Counting kindnesse all duty, not desert:
Arthure wants forty pounds, tyres ev'ry friend,
But finds none that holds twenty due for him.

Constant to none, but ever false to me,
Traiter still to love through thy faint desires,
Not hope of pittie now nor vaine redresse
Turns my griefs to teares, and renu'd laments.
Too well thy empty vowes, and hollow thoughts
Witnes both thy wrongs, and remorseles hart.
Rue not my sorrow, but blush at my name;
Let thy bloudy cheeks guilty thoughts betray.
My flames did truly burne, thine made a shew,

Why droopst thou, Trefeild ? Will Hurst the Banker
Make dice of thy bones? By heav'n he can not.
Can not? whats the reason? Ile declare it:
Th' ar all growne so pockie, and so rotten.

His late losse the Wiveless Higs in order
Ev'rywere bewailes to friends, to strangers;
Tels them how by night a yongster armed
Saught his Wife (as hand in hand he held her)
With drawne sword to force; she cryed; he mainely
Roring ran for ayde, but (ah) returning
Fled was with the prize the beawty-forcer,
Whome in vaine he seeks, he threats, he followes.
Chang'd is Hellen, Hellen hugs the stranger,
Safe as Paris in the Greeke triumphing.
Therewith his reports to teares he turneth,

Smith , by sute divorst, the knowne adultres
Freshly weds againe; what ayles the mad-cap
By this fury? euen so theeves by frailty
Of their hemp reserv'd, againe the dismall
Tree embrace, againe the fatall halter.

Buffe loves fat vians, fat ale, fat all things,
Keepes fat whores, fat offices, yet all men
Him fat only wish to feast the gallous.

Barnzy stiffly vowes that hees no Cuckold,
Yet the vulgar ev'rywhere salutes him
With strange signes of hornes, from ev'ry corner;
Wheresoere he commes, a sundry Cucco
Still frequents his eares; yet hees no Cuccold.
But this Barnzy knowes that his Matilda ,
Skorning him, with Harvy playes the wanton.
Knowes it? nay desires it, and by prayers
Dayly begs of heav'n, that it for ever
May stand firme for him; yet hees no Cuccold.
And tis true, for Harvy keeps Matilda ,
Fosters Barnzy , and relieves his houshold,

Phoebe all the rights Elisa claymeth,
Mighty rivall, in this only diff'ring
That shees only true, thou only fayned.

What though Harry braggs, let him be noble;
Noble Harry hath not halfe a noble.

Tosts as snakes or as the mortall Henbane
Hunks detests when huffcap ale he tipples,
Yet the bread he graunts the fumes abateth:
Therefore apt in ale, true, and he graunts it;
But it drinks up ale, that Hunks detesteth.