The hag is astride, II. 27.
The Jews their beds and offices of ease, II. 233.
The Jews, when they built houses, I have read, II. 230.
The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease, II. 214.
The lictors bundled up their rods; beside, II. 113.
The longer thread of life we spin, II. 224.
The May-pole is up, II. 46.
The mellow touch of music most doth wound, I. 12.
The mountains of the Scriptures are, some say, II. 226.
The only comfort of my life, II. 149.
The person crowns the place; your lot doth fall, II. 128.
The power of princes rest in the consent, II. 155.
The readiness of doing doth express, II. 92.
The repetition of the name made known, II. 229.
The rose was sick, and smiling died, II. 44.
The saints-bell calls, and, Julia, I must read, II. 7.
The same who crowns the conquerer, will be, II. 227.
The seeds of treason choke up as they spring, I. 9.
The shame of man's face is no more, II. 228.
The strength of baptism that's within, II. 247.
The sup'rabundance of my store, II. 220.
The tears of saints more sweet by far, II. 224.
The time the bridegroom stays from hence, II. 225.
The twilight is no other thing, we say, II. 148.
The Virgin Mary was, as I have read, II. 232.
The Virgin Mother stood at a distance, there, II. 230.
The work is done, now let my laurel be, II. 249.
The work is done: young men and maidens, set, II. 164.
Then did I live when I did see, II. 140.
There is no evil that we do commit, II. 233.
There's no constraint to do amiss, II. 239.
These fresh beauties (we can prove), I. 16.
These springs were maidens once that lov'd, I. 225.
These summer-birds did with thy master stay, I. 189.
These temporal goods God, the most wise, commends, II. 234.
Things are uncertain, and the more we get, II. 144.
This axiom I have often heard, II. 39.
This crosstree here, II. 253.
This day is yours, great Charles! and in this war, II. 87.
This day, my Julia, thou must make, II. 83.
This I'll tell ye by the way, II. 152.
This is my comfort when she's most unkind, II. 151.
This is the height of justice: that to do, II. 14.
This rule of manners I will teach my guests, II. 137.
This stone can tell the story of my life, II. 128.
Those ends in war the best contentment bring, II. 144.
Those garments lasting evermore, II. 242.
Those ills that mortal men endure, I. 192.
Those possessions short-liv'd are, II. 50.
Those saints which God loves best, II. 175.
Those tapers which we set upon the grave, II. 230.
Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, I. 122.
Thou art to all lost love the best, I. 132.
Thou bid'st me come away, II. 186.
Thou bid'st me come; I cannot come; for why? II. 186.
Thou cam'st to cure me, doctor, of my cold, I. 121.
Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, I. 178.
Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree, I. 188.
Thou hast made many houses for the dead, II. 95.
Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be, II. 179.
Thou knowest, my Julia, that it is thy turn, I. 247.
Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre, II. 100.
Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here, I. 26.
Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be, II. 157.
Thou sayest Love's dart, II. 90.
Thou say'st my lines are hard, I. 173.
Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no, II. 98.
Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop, II. 126.
Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I, I. 217.
Thou shall not all die; for while love's fire shines, I. 179.
Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, II. 100.
Thou who wilt not love, do this, I. 93.
Though a wise man all pressures can sustain, I. 72.
Though by well warding many blows we've pass'd, II. 45.
Though clock, II. 55.
Though frankincense the deities require, II. 117.
Though from without no foes at all we fear, II. 114.
Though good things answer many good intents, I. 137.
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, I. 137.
Though I cannot give thee fires, I. 161.
Though long it be, years may repay the debt, II. 31.
Though thou be'st all that active love, II. 245.
Thousands each day pass by, which we, II. 39.
Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin, II. 172.
Three lovely sisters working were, I. 20.
Thrice, and above, bless'd, my soul's half, art thou, I. 40.
Thrice happy roses, so much grac'd to have, II. 60.
Through all the night, II. 187.
Thus I, I. 222.
Thy azure robe I did behold, I. 80.
Thy former coming was to cure, II. 248.
Thy sooty godhead, I desire, II. 14.
Till I shall come again let this suffice, I. 183.
Time is the bound of things where e'er we go, II. 71.
Time was upon, II. 178.
'Tis a known principle in war, I. 147.
'Tis but a dog-like madness in bad kings, II. 115.
'Tis evening, my sweet, I. 245.
'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend, II. 171.
'Tis heresy in others: in your face, I. 225.
'Tis liberty to serve one lord; but he, II. 103.
'Tis much among the filthy to be clean, II. 147.
'Tis never, or but seldom known, II. 80.
'Tis no discomfort in the world to fall, II. 147.
'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs, I. 24.
'Tis not every day that I, II. 51.
'Tis not greatness they require, I. 24.
'Tis not the food but the content, I. 154.
'Tis not the walls or purple that defends, II. 53.
'Tis said as Cupid danc'd among, II. 49.
'Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings, II. 55.
'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are, II. 134.
'Tis the chyrurgeon's praise and height of art, II. 84.
'Tis worse than barbarous cruelty to show, I. 251.
To a love feast we both invited are, II. 191.
To all our wounds here, whatsoe'er they be, II. 238.
To an old sore a long cure must go on, II. 138.
To bread and water none is poor, I. 38.
To conquered men, some comfort 'tis to fall, I. 60.
To fetch me wine my Lucia went, I. 234.
To find that tree of life whose fruits did feed, I. 74.
To gather flowers Sappha went, II. 62.
To get thine ends lay bashfulness aside, I. 7.
To him who longs unto his Christ to go, II. 222.
To his book's end this last line he'd have placed, II. 165.
To house the hag, you must do this, II. 104.
To join with them who here confer, II. 255.
To me my Julia lately sent, I. 14.
To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, I. 127.
To mortal men great loads allotted be, II. 51.
To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, I. 107.
To print our poems, the propulsive cause, I. 211.
To read my book the virgin shy, I. 5.
To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must, I. 81.
To seek of God more than we well can find, II. 192.
To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite, II. 78.
To this white temple of my heroes, here, I. 232.
To work a wonder, God would have her shown, II. 231.
Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear, II. 94.
Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is, II. 155.
Tread, sirs, as lightly as you can, II. 28.
True mirth resides not in the smiling skin, II. 172.
True rev'rence is, as Cassiodore doth prove, II. 224.
True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear, I. 171.
Trust me, ladies, I will do, I. 222.
Truth, by her own simplicity is known, II. 160.
Truth is best found out by the time and eyes, II. 108.
Tumble me down, and I will sit, II. 41.
'Twas but a single rose, I. 61.
'Twas Cæsar's saying: kings no less conquerors are, II. 88.
'Twas not love's dart, I. 201.
Twice has Pudica been a bride, and led, I. 225.
Twilight, no other thing is, poets say, II. 96.
'Twixt kings and subjects there's this mighty odds, I. 12.
'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known, II. 96.
'Twixt truth and error there's this difference known, II. 144.
Two instruments belong unto our God, II. 244.
Two of a thousand things are disallow'd, I. 10.
Two parts of us successively command, I. 171.
Two things do make society to stand, II. 93.
Under a lawn, than skies more clear, I. 29.
Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers, I. 256.
Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace, I. 248.
Virgins promis'd when I died, I. 52.
Virgins, time past, known were these, I. 77.
Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, II. 108.
Wantons we are, and though our words be such, II. 19.
Wanton wenches do not bring, II. 160.
Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour, II. 149.
Wash your hands, or else the fire, II. 80.
Wassail the trees, that they may bear, II. 80.
Water, water I desire, I. 23.
Water, water I espy, I. 75.
We are co-heirs with Christ; nor shall His own, II. 246.
We blame, nay we despise her pains, II. 98.
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please, II. 108.
We merit all we suffer, and by far, II. 243.
We pray 'gainst war, yet we enjoy no peace, II. 81.
We trust not to the multitude in war, II. 112.
We two are last in hell; what may we fear, I. 38.
Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light, II. 121.
Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find, II. 170.
Welcome! but yet no entrance, till we bless, I. 155.
Welcome, great Cæsar, welcome now you are, II. 123.
Welcome, maids-of-honour, I. 101.
Welcome, most welcome to our vows and us, I. 28.
Welcome to this my college, and though late, II. 129.
Well may my book come forth like public day, _Dedication_.
Were I to give the baptism, I would choose, I. 32.
What can I do in poetry, I. 164.
What! can my Kellam drink his sack, II. 112.
What, conscience, say, is it in thee, I. 210.
What fate decreed, time now has made us see, II. 66.
What God gives, and what we take, II. 202.
What here we hope for, we shall once inherit, II. 200.
What I fancy I approve, I. 11.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve, II. 18.
What is't that wastes a prince? example shows, II. 162.
What need we marry women, when, II. 120.
What needs complaints, II. 141.
What now we like, anon we disapprove, I. 240.
What offspring other men have got, II. 42.
What others have with cheapness seen and ease, II. 161.
What sweeter music can we bring, II. 202.
What though my harp and viol be, II. 199.
What though the heaven be lowering now, I. 236.
What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore, I. 104.
What times of sweetness this fair day foreshows, I. 52.
What was't that fell but now, I. 90.
What will ye, my poor orphans, do, II. 19.
What wisdom, learning, wit or wrath, I. 57.
What's got by justice is established sure, II. 141.
What's that we see from far? the spring of day, I. 139.
Whatever comes, let's be content withal, II. 187.
Whatever men for loyalty pretend, II. 163.
Whatsoever thing I see, II. 65.
When a daffodil I see, I. 45.
When a man's faith is frozen up, as dead, II. 196.
When after many lusters thou shalt be, II. 36.
When age or chance has made me blind, I. 38.
When all birds else do of their music fail, II. 57.
When as in silks my Julia goes, II. 77.
When as Leander young was drown'd, I. 49.
When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries, II. 157.
When fear admits no hope of safety, then, II. 163.
When first I find those numbers thou dost write, II. 125.
When flowing garments I behold, II. 138.
When I a ship see on the seas, II. 214.
When I a verse shall make, II. 11.
When I behold a forest spread, I. 254.
When I behold Thee, almost slain, II. 252.
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay, I. 243.
When I departed am, ring thou my knell, I. 138.
When I did go from thee, I felt that smart, I. 50.
When I go hence, ye closet-gods, I fear, II. 30.
When I love (as some have told), II. 1.
When I of Villars do but hear the name, I. 172.
When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here, II. 206.
When I through all my many poems look, I. 117.
When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy, I. 9.
When I thy singing next shall hear, I. 25.
When Julia blushes she does show, I. 150.
When Julia chid, I stood as mute the while, I. 70.
When laws full powers have to sway, we see, II. 12.
When man is punished, he is plagued still, II. 211.
When my date's done, and my grey age must die, I. 47.
When my off'ring next I make, I. 197.
When one is past, another care we have, I. 20.
When once the sin has fully acted been, II. 178.
When once the soul has lost her way, II. 243.
When out of bed my love doth spring, I. 193.
When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was, I. 24.
When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone, I. 15.
When thou dost play and sweetly sing, I. 178.
When Thou wast taken, Lord, I oft have read, II. 251.
When times are troubled then forbear; but speak, II. 155.
When to a house I come and see, II. 136.
When to thy porch I come, and ravish'd see, II. 154.
When we 'gainst Satan stoutly fight, the more, II. 213.
When well we speak and nothing do that's good, II. 247.
When what is lov'd is present, love doth spring, I. 13.
When winds and seas do rage, II. 215.
When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, I. 159.
When words we want, Love teacheth to indite, II. 92.
Whene'er I go, or whatsoe'er befalls, II. 86.
Whene'er my heart love's warmth but entertains, I. 47.
Where God is merry, there write down thy fears, II. 191.
Where love begins, there dead thy first desire, II. 100.
Where others love and praise my verses, still, I. 80.
Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there, II. 157.
Whether I was myself, or else did see, II. 156.
While Fates permit us let's be merry, I. 215.
While leanest beasts in pastures feed, I. 93.
While, Lydia, I was loved of thee, I. 85.
While the milder fates consent, I. 46.
While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd, I. 5.
White as Zenobia's teeth, the which the girls, II. 62.
White though ye be, yet, lilies, know, I. 89.
Whither dost thou whorry me, I. 197.
Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? I. 4.
Whither? say, whither shall I fly, I. 48.
Who after his transgression doth repent, II. 84.
Who begs to die for fear of human need, II. 95.
Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone, I. 147.
Who may do most, does least; the bravest will, II. 150.
Who plants an olive but to eat the oil? II. 151.
Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door, II. 46.
Who read'st this book that I have writ, II. 32.
Who violates the customs, hurts the health, II. 147.
Who will not honour noble numbers when, II. 81.
Who with a little cannot be content, II. 12.
Whom should I fear to write to if I can, I. 77.
Whose head befringed with bescattered tresses, II. 257.
Why do not all fresh maids appear, I. 128.
Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears, I. 129.
Why dost thou wound and break my heart, II. 158.
Why I tie about thy wrist, I. 159.
Why, madam, will ye longer weep, I. 237.
Why should we covet much, when as we know, II. 134.
Why so slowly do you move, II. 93.
Why this flower is now call'd so, I. 16.
Why wore th' Egyptians jewels in the ear? II. 178.
Will ye hear what I can say, I. 173.
Wilt thou my true friend be? II. 2.
With blameless carriage, I lived here, I. 48.
With golden censors and with incense here, II. 208.
Woe, woe to them, who by a ball of strife, I. 29.
Women, although they ne'er so goodly make it, II. 41.
Words beget anger; anger brings forth blows, II. 107.
Would I see lawn, clear as the heaven and thin? I. 197.
Would I woo, and would I win, II. 106.
Would ye have fresh cheese and cream? I. 229.
Would ye oil of blossoms get? II. 54.
Wrinkles no more are or no less, I. 179.
Wrongs, if neglected, vanish in short time, II. 75.
Ye have been fresh and green, I. 136.
Ye may simper, blush, and smile, I. 89.
Ye pretty housewives, would ye know, I. 204.
Ye silent shades, whose each tree here, I. 211.
You are a lord, an earl; nay more, a man, I. 215.
You are a tulip seen to-day, I. 108.
You ask me what I do, and how I live, II. 138.
You have beheld a smiling rose, I. 90.
You may vow I'll not forget, II. 268.
You say I love not 'cause I do not play, I. 16.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong, I. 61.
You say you're sweet; how should we know, I. 139.
You see this gentle stream that glides, II. 54.
Young I was, but now am old, I. 18.
APPENDIX OF EPIGRAMS, etc.
_NOTE._
_Herrick's coarser epigrams and poems are included in this_ Appendix.
_A few decent, but somewhat pointless, epigrams have been added._
APPENDIX OF EPIGRAMS.
5. [TO HIS BOOK.] ANOTHER.
Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need,
The place where swelling piles do breed;
May every ill that bites or smarts
Perplex him in his hinder parts.
6. TO THE SOUR READER.
If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first,
Think that of all, that I have writ, the worst:
But if thou read'st my book unto the end,
And still do'st this and that verse, reprehend;
O perverse man! if all disgustful be,
The extreme scab take thee, and thine, for me.
41. THE VINE.
I dreamt this mortal part of mine
Was metamorphos'd to a vine;
Which crawling one and every way
Enthrall'd my dainty Lucia.
Methought, her long small legs and thighs
I with my tendrils did surprise;
Her belly, buttocks, and her waist
By my soft nerv'lets were embrac'd;
About her head I writhing hung, }
And with rich clusters, hid among }
The leaves, her temples I behung: }
So that my Lucia seem'd to me
Young Bacchus ravish'd by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
All parts there made one prisoner.
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancy I awoke;
And found, ah me! this flesh of mine
More like a stock than like a vine.
64. ONCE POOR, STILL PENURIOUS.
Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard:
The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard.
To him that has, there shall be added more;
Who is penurious, he shall still be poor.
99. UPON BLANCH.
Blanch swears her husband's lovely; when a scald
Has blear'd his eyes: besides, his head is bald
Next, his wild ears, like leathern wings full spread,
Flutter to fly, and bear away his head.
109. UPON CUFFE. EPIG.
Cuffe comes to church much: but he keeps his bed
Those Sundays only whenas briefs are read.
This makes Cuffe dull; and troubles him the most,
Because he cannot sleep i' th' church free cost.
_Briefs._--Letters recommending the collection of alms.
110. UPON FONE A SCHOOLMASTER. EPIG.
Fone says, those mighty whiskers he does wear
Are twigs of birch, and willow, growing there:
If so, we'll think too, when he does condemn
Boys to the lash, that he does whip with them.
126. UPON SCOBBLE. EPIG.
Scobble for whoredom whips his wife; and cries
He'll slit her nose; but blubb'ring, she replies,
Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin,
One slit's enough to let adultry in.
129. UPON GLASCO. EPIG.
Glasco had none, but now some teeth has got;
Which though they fur, will neither ache or rot.
Six teeth he has, whereof twice two are known
Made of a haft that was a mutton bone.
Which not for use, but merely for the sight,
He wears all day, and draws those teeth at night.
131. THE CUSTARD.
For second course, last night, a custard came
To th' board, so hot as none could touch the same:
Furze three or four times with his cheeks did blow
Upon the custard, and thus cooled so;
It seem'd by this time to admit the touch,
But none could eat it, 'cause it stunk so much.
135. UPON GRYLL.
Gryll eats, but ne'er says grace; to speak the truth,
Gryll either keeps his breath to cool his broth,
Or else, because Gryll's roast does burn his spit,
Gryll will not therefore say a grace for it.
148. UPON STRUT.
Strut, once a foreman of a shop we knew;
But turn'd a ladies' usher now, 'tis true:
Tell me, has Strut got e're a title more?
No; he's but foreman, as he was before.
163. UPON JOLLY'S WIFE.
First, Jolly's wife is lame; then next loose-hipp'd:
Squint-ey'd, hook-nos'd; and lastly, kidney-lipp'd.
171. UPON PAGGET.
Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then
He vow'd destruction both to birch and men:
Who would not think this younker fierce to fight?
Yet coming home, but somewhat late (last night),
Untruss, his master bade him; and that word
Made him take up his shirt, lay down his sword.
183. UPON PRIG.
Prig now drinks water, who before drank beer;
What's now the cause? we know the case is clear;
Look in Prig's purse, the chev'ril there tells you
Prig money wants, either to buy or brew.
_Chevril_, kid.
184. UPON BATT.
Batt he gets children, not for love to rear 'em;
But out of hope his wife might die to bear 'em.
188. UPON MUCH-MORE. EPIG.
Much-more provides and hoards up like an ant,
Yet Much-more still complains he is in want.
Let Much-more justly pay his tithes; then try
How both his meal and oil will multiply.
199. UPON LUGGS. EPIG.
Luggs, by the condemnation of the Bench,
Was lately whipt for lying with a wench.
Thus pains and pleasures turn by turn succeed:
He smarts at last who does not first take heed.
200. UPON GUBBS. EPIG.
Gubbs calls his children kitlings: and would bound,
Some say, for joy, to see those kitlings drown'd.
206. UPON BUNCE. EPIG.
Money thou ow'st me; prethee fix a day
For payment promis'd, though thou never pay:
Let it be Dooms-day; nay, take longer scope;
Pay when th'art honest; let me have some hope.
221. GREAT BOAST SMALL ROAST.
Of flanks and chines of beef doth Gorrell boast
He has at home; but who tastes boil'd or roast?
Look in his brine-tub, and you shall find there
Two stiff blue pigs'-feet and a sow's cleft ear.
222. UPON A BLEAR-EY'D WOMAN.
Wither'd with years, and bed-rid Mumma lies;
Dry-roasted all, but raw yet in her eyes.
233. NO LOCK AGAINST LETCHERY.
Bar close as you can, and bolt fast too your door,
To keep out the letcher, and keep in the whore;
Yet quickly you'll see by the turn of a pin,
The whore to come out, or the letcher come in.
237. UPON SUDDS, A LAUNDRESS.
Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them
Both with her husband's and her own tough fleam.
239. UPON GUESS. EPIG.
Guess cuts his shoes, and limping, goes about
To have men think he's troubled with the gout;
But 'tis no gout, believe it, but hard beer,
Whose acrimonious humour bites him here.
242. UPON A CROOKED MAID.
Crooked you are, but that dislikes not me:
So you be straight where virgins straight should be.
261. UPON GROYNES. EPIG.
Groynes, for his fleshly burglary of late,
Stood in the holy forum candidate;
The word is Roman; but in English known:
Penance, and standing so, are both but one.
_Candidate_, clothed in white.
272. UPON PINK, AN ILL-FAC'D PAINTER. EPIG.
To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see;
And so he may, if he'll be rul'd by me;
Let but Pink's face i' th' looking-glass be shown,
And Pink may paint the devil's by his own.
273. UPON BROCK. EPIG.
To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,
But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.
A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:
His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies.
277. LAUGH AND LIE DOWN.
Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text!
And laugh no more; or laugh, and lie down next.
292. UPON SHARK. EPIG.
Shark, when he goes to any public feast,
Eats to one's thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the house thereby
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide codpiece, dinner being done,
Two napkins cramm'd up, and a silver spoon?
305. UPON BUNGY.
Bungy does fast; looks pale; puts sackcloth on;
Not out of conscience, or religion:
Or that this younker keeps so strict a Lent,
Fearing to break the king's commandement:
But being poor, and knowing flesh is dear,
He keeps not one, but many Lents i' th' year.
311. UPON SNEAPE. EPIG.
Sneape has a face so brittle, that it breaks
Forth into blushes whensoe'er he speaks.
315. UPON LEECH.
Leech boasts, he has a pill, that can alone
With speed give sick men their salvation:
'Tis strange, his father long time has been ill,
And credits physic, yet not trusts his pill:
And why? he knows he must of cure despair,
Who makes the sly physician his heir.
317. TO A MAID.
You say, you love me! that I thus must prove:
It that you lie, then I will swear you love.
326. UPON GREEDY. EPIG.
An old, old widow Greedy needs would wed,
Not for affection to her or her bed;
But in regard, 'twas often said, this old
Woman would bring him more than could be told.
He took her; now the jest in this appears,
So old she was, that none could tell her years.
357. LONG AND LAZY.
That was the proverb. Let my mistress be
Lazy to others, but be long to me.
358. UPON RALPH. EPIG.
Curse not the mice, no grist of thine they eat;
But curse thy children, they consume thy wheat.
361. UPON MEASE. EPIG.
Mease brags of pullets which he eats: but Mease
Ne'er yet set tooth in stump or rump of these.
363. UPON PASKE, A DRAPER.
Paske, though his debt be due upon the day
Demands no money by a craving way;
For why, says he, all debts and their arrears
Have reference to the shoulders, not the ears.
368. UPON PRIGG.
Prigg, when he comes to houses, oft doth use,
Rather than fail, to steal from thence old shoes:
Sound or unsound be they, or rent or whole,
Prigg bears away the body and the sole.
369. UPON MOON.
Moon is a usurer, whose gain,
Seldom or never knows a wain,
Only Moon's conscience, we confess,
That ebbs from pity less and less.
372. UPON SHIFT.
Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new;
Save but his hat, and that he cannot mew.
_Mew_, change feathers.
373. UPON CUTS.