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EPIG.

Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know;
And sweetly sings, but yet his breath says no.


385. UPON GLASS. EPIG.

Glass, out of deep, and out of desp'rate want,
Turn'd from a Papist here a Predicant.
A vicarage at last Tom Glass got here,
Just upon five and thirty pounds a year.
Add to that thirty-five but five pounds more,
He'll turn a Papist, ranker than before.


398. UPON EELES. EPIG.

Eeles winds and turns, and cheats and steals; yet Eeles
Driving these sharking trades, is out at heels.


400. UPON RASP. EPIG.
Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets
Many a tester by his game and bets:
But of his gettings there's but little sign;
When one hole wastes more than he gets by nine.


401. UPON CENTER, A SPECTACLE-MAKER WITH A FLAT NOSE.

Center is known weak-sighted, and he sells
To others store of helpful spectacles.
Why wears he none? Because we may suppose,
Where leaven wants, there level lies the nose.


410. UPON SKINNS. EPIG.

Skinns, he dined well to-day: how do you think?
His nails they were his meat, his rheum the drink.


411. UPON PIEVISH. EPIG.

Pievish doth boast that he's the very first
Of English poets, and 'tis thought the worst.


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