To Liuia.

Liuia , I kon thee thanke, when thou doost kisse
Thou turn'st thy cheeke: see what good nature is!
For well thou knowst thy breaths infection,
Able to turne my stomack vpside downe.
Which when I thinke on, but for manners sake,
I'ld pray thee thy cheeke too away to take.

Of Titus.

Titus oft vaunts his gentry euery where,
Blazoning his coate, deruiing's pedegree;
What needest thou daily Titus iade mine eare?
I will beleeue thy houses auncestry;
If that be auncient which we doe forget,
Thy gentry is so; none can remember it.

To the Reader.

Whose hap shall be to reade these pedler rimes,
Let them expect no elaborat foolery,
Such as Hermaphroditize these poore times,
With wicked scald iests, extreame gullerie:
Bunglers stande long in tinck'ring their trim Say,
Ile onely spit my venome, and away.

Insteede of Ingling termes for thy good will ,
Reader fall to, reade, iest and carpe thy fill.

That night,
In league with Hell, ere morning streak'd the skies,
Left all its darkness in the misused eyes
Of Constantine the Porphyrogenete:
— The shadow of a shadow, forced to fleet
Out of the glare that gave him in men's sight
The semblance of a substance once.

T HERE'S nothing that you do not buy? Ah well,
Soon there'll be nothing that you do not sell.

Some unguent rare was kept with care
In a small onyx dish.
Papilus came and smelt the same —
And now it's putrid fish!

These nuts at Saturn's feast to thee I send,
Dear Juvenal, my friend.
The rest to girls Priapus gave away,
With whom he loves to play.

My work's uneven, you protest
And sometimes falls beneath my best;
A compliment, say I:
Dull bards on level plains that grope
Shall never err — or soar — with Pope,
Although they shine with Pye.

Go happy rose, let thy soft petals bind
Those locks now bright, and if, when they are white
With Time's chill snows, thou still thereon art twined,
May fate be kind, and Venus never slight
The flower she choose, the flower of her delight.