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Nov. 18, 1646.
One desir'd, being dead, [12.]
To have Hysop round his head,
But Time is better I think;
For you'l find it a crime,
If not buryed in time,
For certain your Corps will stink.
[32.] What work is that the faster ye work, longer is it ere ye have
done, and the slower ye work the sooner ye make an end?
_Solution._ That is turning of a Spit; for if ye turn fast, it will be
long ere the meat be roasted, but if ye turn slowly, the sooner it is
roasted.
_A new married Bride._
The first of all our sex, came from the side of man, [5.]
I thither am return'd from whence I came.
_Of finding a hare._
A Gallant full of life, and void of care. [6.]
Asked his friend if he would find a hare?
He that for sleepe, more than such sports did care,
Said, Goe your waies, and leave me heere alone;
Let them find hares that lost them, I lost none.
The next illustration is from a single sheet broadside entitled
"Englands Wolfe with eagles clawes, or the cruell Impieties of
Bloud-Thirsty Royalists, and blasphemous _Anti-Parliamentarians_,
under the command of that inhumane Prince _Rupert_, _Digby_, and the
rest. Wherein the barbarous Crueltie of our Civill uncivill Warres is
briefly discovered. London: Printed by _Matthew Simmons_ dwelling in
_Aldersgate_ Streete. 1646."
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This broadside scarcely comes within the scope of this work, dealing
as it does with the alleged cruelties committed by the Cavaliers; but
the engraving clearly is a political satire, not only on the Cavaliers
themselves, but on their extravagances in dress.
[18.] If you ask why borrowed Books seldom return to their Owners?
this is the Reason one gives for it: _Because 'tis easier to keep 'em,
than what is in them._
[8.] There was a Painter became a Physician, whereupon one said to
him, You have done well, for before the faults of your work were seen,
but now they are unseen.
A Lawyer said in jest [12.]
A Taylor is the best
Client in all the Land:
And his reason is good,
If well understood,
'Cause he has so many Suits in hand.
_In Richardum quendam, Divitem, Avarum._
Devising on a time what name I might [24.]
Best give unto a dry illiberall chuffe,
After long search on his owne name I light,
Nay then (said I) No more, I have enough;
His name and nature do full well agree,
For's name is _Rich_ and _hard_; and so is he.