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.

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.

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.

All in sattin Oteny will be suted,
Beaten sattin (as by chaunce he cals it);
Oteny sure will have the bastinado.

Kate can fancy only berdles husbands,
Thats the cause she shakes off ev'ry suter,
Thats the cause she lives so stale a virgin,
For, before her heart can heate her answer,
Her smooth youths she finds all hugely berded.

Come a shore, come, merrie mates,
With your nimble heeles and pates:
Summon ev'ry man his Knight,
Enough honour'd is this night.
Now, let your Sea-borne Goddesse come,
Quench these lights, and make all dombe.
Some sleepe; others let her call:
And so Godnight to all, godnight to all.

Vanish, vanish hence, confusion;
Dimme not Hymens goulden light
With false illusion.
The Fates shall doe him right,
And faire Eternitie,
Who passe through all enchantements free.