Umber was
painting
of a lion fierce, 393.
Robert Herrick
Tap, better known than trusted as we hear, 401.
Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells, 403.
That was the proverb. Let my mistress be, 383.
The eggs of pheasants wry-nosed Tooly sells, 393.
The staff is now greas'd, 410.
This lady's short, that mistress she is tall, 389.
To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado, 382.
To loose the button is no less, 398.
To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see, 381.
Thou writes in prose how sweet all virgins be, 400.
Tom Blinks his nose is full of weals, and these, 401.
Tom shifts the trenchers; yet he never can, 399.
Trigg, having turn'd his suit, he struts in state, 397.
Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame, 403.
Umber was painting of a lion fierce, 393.
Unto Pastillus rank Gorgonius came, 407.
Up with the quintell, that the rout, 406.
Urles had the gout so, that he could not stand, 394.
Vinegar is no other, I define, 405.
We read how Faunus, he the shepherds' god, 406.
Were there not a matter known, 388.
What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents, 405.
What is the reason Coone so dully smells, 394.
What made that mirth last night, the neighbours say, 395.
When Jill complains to Jack for want of meat, 391.
When others gain much by the present cast, 385.
When Pimp's feet sweat, as they do often use, 409.
Wherever Nodes does in the summer come, 400.
Who to the north, or south, doth set, 388.
Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need, 375.
