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UPON PARSON BEANES.

Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week,
And on the seventh, he has his notes to seek.
Six days he hollows so much breath away,
That on the seventh, he can nor preach or pray.


438. SHORT AND LONG BOTH LIKES.

This lady's short, that mistress she is tall;
But long or short, I'm well content with all.


440. UPON ROOK. EPIG.

Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry
Fie on this pride, this female vanity.
Thus, though the Rook does rail against the sin,
He loves the gain that vanity brings in.


456. UPON SPUNGE. EPIG.

Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man
Can hold of beer and ale an ocean;
Is this his glory?
then his triumph's poor;
I know the tun of Heidleberg holds more.


464. UPON ONE WHO SAID SHE WAS ALWAYS YOUNG.

You say you're young; but when your teeth are told
To be but three, black-ey'd, we'll think you old.


465. UPON HUNCKS. EPIG.

Huncks has no money, he does swear or say,
About him, when the tavern's shot's to pay.
If he has none in 's pockets, trust me, Huncks
Has none at home in coffers, desks, or trunks.


476. UPON A CHEAP LAUNDRESS. EPIG.

Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie
That sharply trickles from her either eye.
The laundresses, they envy her good-luck,
Who can with so small charges drive the buck.
What needs she fire and ashes to consume,
Who can scour linens with her own salt rheum?

_Drive the buck_, wash clothes.