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734. UPON SIBB. EPIG.

Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was,
For anger spat on thee, her looking-glass:
But weep not, crystal; for the same was meant
Not unto thee, but that thou didst present.


755. UPON SLOUCH.

Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs,
And weekly markets for to sell his wares:
Meantime that he from place to place does roam,
His wife her own ware sells as fast at home.


797. UPON BICE.

Bice laughs, when no man speaks; and doth protest.
It is his own breech there that breaks the jest.


798. UPON TRENCHERMAN.

Tom shifts the trenchers; yet he never can
Endure that lukewarm name of serving-man:
Serve or not serve, let Tom do what he can,
He is a serving, who's a trencher-man.


801. UPON COMELY, A GOOD SPEAKER BUT AN ILL SINGER. EPIG.

Comely acts well; and when he speaks his part,
He doth it with the sweetest tones of art:
But when he sings a psalm, there's none can be
More curs'd for singing out of tune than he.


802. ANY WAY FOR WEALTH.

E'en all religious courses to be rich
Hath been rehers'd by Joel Michelditch:
But now perceiving that it still does please
The sterner fates, to cross his purposes;
He tacks about, and now he doth profess
Rich he will be by all unrighteousness;
Thus if our ship fails of her anchor hold
We'll love the divel, so he lands the gold.


803. UPON AN OLD WOMAN.

Old Widow Prouse, to do her neighbours evil,
Would give, some say, her soul unto the devil.
Well, when she's kill'd that pig, goose, cock, or hen,
What would she give to get that soul again?


804. UPON PEARCH. EPIG.

Thou writes in prose how sweet all virgins be;
But there's not one, doth praise the smell of thee.


818. UPON LOACH.

Seal'd up with night-gum, Loach each morning lies,
Till his wife licking, so unglues his eyes.
No question then, but such a lick is sweet,
When a warm tongue does with such ambers meet.


824. UPON NODES.

Wherever Nodes does in the summer come,
He prays his harvest may be well brought home.
What store of corn has careful Nodes, think you,
Whose field his foot is, and whose barn his shoe?


831. UPON TAP.

Tap, better known than trusted, as we hear,
Sold his old mother's spectacles for beer:
And not unlikely; rather too than fail,
He'll sell her eyes, and nose, for beer and ale.


834. UPON PUNCHIN. EPIG.

Give me a reason why men call
Punchin a dry plant-animal.
Because as plants by water grow,
Punchin by beer and ale spreads so.


836. UPON BLINKS. EPIG.

Tom Blinks his nose is full of weals, and these
Tom calls not pimples, but pimpleides;
Sometimes, in mirth, he says each whelk's a spark,
When drunk with beer, to light him home i' th' dark.


837. UPON ADAM PEAPES. EPIG.

Peapes he does strut, and pick his teeth, as if
His jaws had tir'd on some large chine of beef.
But nothing so: the dinner Adam had,
Was cheese full ripe with tears, with bread as sad.

_Sad_, heavy: "watery cheese and ill-baked bread".


844. HANCH, A SCHOOLMASTER. EPIG.

Hanch, since he lately did inter his wife,
He weeps and sighs, as weary of his life.
Say, is't for real grief he mourns? not so;
Tears have their springs from joy, as well as woe.


845. UPON PEASON. EPIG.

Long locks of late our zealot Peason wears,
Not for to hide his high and mighty ears;
No, but because he would not have it seen
That stubble stands where once large ears have been.


880. KISSES LOATHSOME.

I abhor the slimy kiss,
Which to me most loathsome is.
Those lips please me which are placed
Close, but not too strictly laced:
Yielding I would have them; yet
Not a wimbling tongue admit:
What should poking-sticks make there,
When the ruffe is set elswhere?


881. UPON REAPE.

Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies
Mistake the flesh, and fly-blow both his eyes;
So that an angler, for a day's expense,
May bait his hook with maggots taken thence.


882. UPON TEAGE.

Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells
Truth, yet Teage's truths are untruths, nothing else.


884. UPON TRUGGIN.

Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame,
Truggin now lives but to belie his name.


886. UPON SPENKE.

Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith;
Not out of want of breath, but want of faith.


888. UPON LULLS.

Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose
By his proboscis that he is all nose.


897. SURFEITS.

Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call
That surfeit took by bread the worst of all.


898. UPON NIS.

Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes
Serve but for matter to make paper kites.


905. UPON PRICKLES. EPIG.

Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting
For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything
That Prickles buys puts Prickles out of frame;
How well his nature's fitted to his name!


945. UPON BLISSE.

Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;
Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.


946. UPON BURR.

Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone,
That, where meat is, will be a hanger on.


947. UPON MEG.

Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose,
Which, this night harden'd, sodders up her nose.

_Pose_, rheum, cold in the head.


961. UPON RALPH.

Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph
In sev'rall tills and boxes, keeps 'em safe;
Instead of hartshorn, if he speaks the troth,
To make a lusty-jelly for his broth.


966. UPON VINEGAR.

Vinegar is no other, I define,
Than the dead corps, or carcase of the wine.


967. UPON MUDGE.

Mudge every morning to the postern comes,
His teeth all out, to rinse and wash his gums.


971. UPON LUPES.

Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid;
But for his heart, he cannot have it made;
The reason is, his credit cannot get
The inward garbage for his clothes as yet.


972. RAGS.

What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents,
But the base dregs and lees of vestiments?


974. UPON TUBBS.

For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor;
'Tis now his habit, which he can't give o'er.


984. UPON SPOKES.

Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears
Nothing he loves on't but the chaps and ears:
But carve to him the fat flanks, and he shall
Rid these, and those, and part by part eat all.


988. UPON FAUNUS.

We read how Faunus, he the shepherds' god,
His wife to death whipped with a myrtle rod.
The rod, perhaps, was better'd by the name;
But had it been of birch, the death's the same.


989. THE QUINTELL.

Up with the quintell, that the rout,
May fart for joy, as well as shout:
Either's welcome, stink or civit,
If we take it, as they give it.


999. UPON PENNY.

Brown bread Tom Penny eats, and must of right,
Because his stock will not hold out for white.


1013. UPON BUGGINS.

Buggins is drunk all night, all day he sleeps;
This is the level-coil that Buggins keeps.


1027. UPON BOREMAN. EPIG.

Boreman takes toll, cheats, natters, lies; yet Boreman,
For all the devil helps, will be a poor man.


1068. UPON GORGONIUS.

Unto Pastillus rank Gorgonius came
To have a tooth twitched out of's native frame;
Drawn was his tooth, but stank so, that some say,
The barber stopped his nose, and ran away.


1079. UPON GRUBS.

Grubs loves his wife and children, while that they
Can live by love, or else grow fat by play;
But when they call or cry on Grubs for meat,
Instead of bread Grubs gives them stones to eat.
He raves, he rends, and while he thus doth tear,
His wife and children fast to death for fear.


1080. UPON DOLL.

No question but Doll's cheeks would soon roast dry,
Were they not basted by her either eye.


1081. UPON HOG.

Hog has a place i' the' kitchen, and his share,
The flimsy livers and blue gizzards are.


1087. UPON GUT.

Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease
Make him thus swell, or windy cabbages.


1101. UPON SPUR.

Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths,
He's double honour'd, since he's got gay clothes:
Most like his suit, and all commend the trim;
And thus they praise the sumpter, but not him:
As to the goddess, people did confer
Worship, and not to th' ass that carried her.


1108. UPON RUMP.

Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can
Steal a swoln sop out of a dripping-pan.


1109. UPON SHOPTER.

Old Widow Shopter, whensoe'er she cries,
Lets drip a certain gravy from her eyes.


1110. UPON DEB.

If felt and heard, unseen, thou dost me please;
If seen, thou lik'st me, Deb, in none of these.


1112. UPON CROOT.

One silver spoon shines in the house of Croot;
Who cannot buy or steal a second to't.


1114. UPON FLOOD OR A THANKFUL MAN.

Flood, if he has for him and his a bit,
He says his fore and after grace for it:
If meat he wants, then grace he says to see
His hungry belly borne on legs jail-free.
Thus have, or have not, all alike is good
To this our poor yet ever patient Flood.


1115. UPON PIMP.

When Pimp's feet sweat, as they do often use,
There springs a soap-like lather in his shoes.


1116. UPON LUSK.

In Den'shire Kersey Lusk, when he was dead,
Would shrouded be and therewith buried.
When his assigns asked him the reason why,
He said, because he got his wealth thereby.


1117. FOOLISHNESS.

In's Tusc'lans, Tully doth confess,
No plague there's like to foolishness.


1118. UPON RUSH.

Rush saves his shoes in wet and snowy weather;
And fears in summer to wear out the leather;
This is strong thrift that wary Rush doth use
Summer and winter still to save his shoes.


1124. THE HAG.

The staff is now greas'd;
And very well pleas'd,
She cocks out her arse at the parting,
To an old ram goat
That rattles i' th' throat,
Half-choked with the stink of her farting.

In a dirty hair-lace
She leads on a brace
Of black boar-cats to attend her:
Who scratch at the moon,
And threaten at noon
Of night from heaven for to rend her.

A-hunting she goes,
A cracked horn she blows,
At which the hounds fall a-bounding;
While th' moon in her sphere
Peeps trembling for fear,
And night's afraid of the sounding.

_Lace_, leash.
_Boar-cat_, tom-cat.




NOTES TO APPENDIX.


64. _To him that has, etc.
_ The quotation is not from the Bible, but
from Martial, v. 81:--

"Semper pauper eris, si pauper es, Aemiliane.
Dantur opes nulli nunc nisi divitibus. "

Cp. also Davison's Poet. Rhap. , i. 95. Ed. Bullen.

126. _Upon Scobble. _ Dr. Grosart quotes an Ellis Scobble [_i. e. _,
Scobell], baptised at Dean Priory in 1632, and Jeffery Scobble buried in
1654.

200. _Upon Gubbs. _ Printed in _Witts Recreations_, 1650, without
alteration. To save repetition we may give here a list of the other
Epigrams in this Appendix which are printed in _Witt's Recreations_,
reserving variations of reading for special notes:--206, _Upon Bounce_;
239, _Upon Guess_; 311, _Upon Sneap_; 357, _Long and Lazy_; 379, _Upon
Doll_; 380, _Upon Screw_; 381, _Upon Linnit_; 400, _Upon Rasp_; 410,
_Upon Skinns_; 429, _Upon Craw_; 435, _Jack and Jill_; 574, _Upon
Umber_; 639, _Upon Lungs_; 650, _Upon Cob_; 652, _Upon Skoles_; 668,
_Upon Zelot_; 705, _Upon Trigg_; 797, _Upon Bice_; 798, _Upon
Trencherman_; 834, _Upon Punchin_; 888, _Upon Lulls_; 1027, _Upon
Boreman_; 1087, _Upon Gut_; 1108, _Upon Rump_.

305. _Fearing to break the king's commandement. _ In 1608 there was
issued a proclamation containing "Orders conceived by the Lords of his
Maiestie's Privie Counsell and by his Highnesse speciall direction,
commanded to be put in execution for the restraint of killing and eating
of flesh the next Lent". This was re-issued ten years later (there is no
intermediate issue at the British Museum), and from 1619 onwards became
annual under James and Charles in the form of "A proclamation for
restraint of killing, dressing, and eating of Flesh in Lent, or on Fish
dayes, appointed by the Law, to be hereafter strictly observed by all
sorts of people".

420. _Upon Bridget_. Loss of teeth is the occasion of more than one of
Martial's epigrams.

456. _The tun of Heidelberg_: in the cellar under the castle at
Heidelberg is a great cask supposed to be able to hold 50,000 gallons.

574. _As Umber states_: "as Umber _swears_". --W. R.

639. _His breath does fly-blow_: "doth" for "does". --W. R.

652. _One blast_: "and" for "one". --W. R.

668. _Yet! see_: "ye see". --W. R.

670. _Tradescant's curious shells_: John Tradescant was a Dutchman,
born towards the close of the sixteenth century. He was appointed
gardener to Charles II. in 1629, and he and his son naturalised many
rare plants in England. Besides botanical specimens he collected all
sorts of curiosities, and opened a museum which he called "Tradescant's
Ark". In 1656, four years after his death, his son published a catalogue
of the collection under the title, "Museum Tradescantianum: or, a
collection of rarities preserved at South Lambeth, near London, by John
Tradescant". After the son's death the collection passed into the hands
of Ashmole, and became the nucleus of the present Ashmolean Museum at
Oxford.

802. _Any way for Wealth. _ A variation on Horace's theme: "Rem facias,
rem, si possis, recte, si non quocunque modo, rem". 1 Epist. i. 66.

_The Portrait of a Woman_: I subjoin here the four passages found in
manuscript versions of this poem, alluded to in the previous note. As
said before, they do not improve the poem. After l. 45, "Bearing aloft
this rich round world of wonder," we have these four lines:

In which the veins implanted seem to lie
Like loving vines hid under ivory,
So full of claret, that whoso pricks this vine
May see it spout forth streams like muscadine.

Twelve lines later, after "Riphean snow," comes a longer passage:

Or else that she in that white waxen hill
Hath seal'd the primrose of her utmost skill.
But now my muse hath spied a dark descent
From this so precious, pearly, permanent,
A milky highway that direction yields
Unto the port-mouth of the Elysian fields:
A place desired of all, but got by these
Whom love admits to the Hesperides;
Here's golden fruit, that doth exceed all price,
Growing in this love-guarded paradise;
Above the entrance there is written this:
This is the portal to the bower of bliss,
Through midst whereof a crystal stream there flows
Passing the sweet sweet of a musky rose.
With plump, soft flesh, of metal pure and fine,
Resembling shields, both pure and crystalline.
Hence rise those two ambitious hills that look
Into th' middle, sweet, sight-stealing crook,
Which for the better beautifying shrouds
Its humble self 'twixt two aspiring clouds

The third addition is four lines from the end, after "with a pearly
shell":

Richer than that fair, precious, virtuous horn
That arms the forehead of the unicorn.

The last four lines are joined on at the end of all:

Unto the idol of the work divine
I consecrate this loving life of mine,
Bowing my lips unto that stately root
Where beauty springs; and thus I kiss her foot.