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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.


412. UPON JOLLY AND JILLY. EPIG.

Jolly and Jilly bite and scratch all day,
But yet get children (as the neighbours say).
The reason is: though all the day they fight,
They cling and close some minutes of the night.


419. UPON PATRICK, A FOOTMAN. EPIG.
Now Patrick with his footmanship has done,
His eyes and ears strive which should fastest run.


420. UPON BRIDGET. EPIG.

Of four teeth only Bridget was possest;
Two she spat out, a cough forced out the rest.


424. UPON FLIMSEY. EPIG.

Why walks Nick Flimsey like a malcontent!
Is it because his money all is spent?
No, but because the dingthrift now is poor,
And knows not where i' th' world to borrow more.


425. UPON SHEWBREAD. EPIG.

Last night thou didst invite me home to eat;
And showed me there much plate, but little meat.
Prithee, when next thou do'st invite, bar state,
And give me meat, or give me else thy plate.