Skoles stinks so deadly, that his
breeches
loath, 396.
Robert Herrick
Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets, 386.
Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies, 402.
Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry, 389.
Root's had no money; yet he went o' the score, 388.
Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can, 408.
Rush saves his shoes in wet and snowy weather, 409.
Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease, 407.
Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries, 377.
Seal'd up with night-gum Loach, each morning lies, 400.
Shark when he goes to any public feast, 382.
Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new, 385.
Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was, 398.
Since Gander did his pretty youngling wed, 396.
Since Jack and Jill both wicked be, 389.
Skinns, he dined well to-day; how do you think, 386.
Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath, 396.
Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths, 385.
Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may, 390.
Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs, 399.
Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why? 395.
Sneape has a face so brittle that it breaks, 383.
Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith, 403.
Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears, 405.
Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man, 389.
Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths, 408.
Strutt, once a foreman of a shop we knew, 378.
Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them, 381.
Tap, better known than trusted as we hear, 401.
Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells, 403.
That was the proverb.
