Because it hath two Ends.

Underneath it.

A Pudding hath two Ends; You lye, my Brother,

For it begins at one, and ends at t’other.

On Marriage. By a Batchelor.

Wedding and Hanging, both the Fates dispatch.

Yet Hanging seems to me the better Match.

In a Window at Bath.
On a Gentleman’s saying he had calculated his Son’s Nativity, the Boy being then about nine Days old.

Lavinia brought to Bed, her Husband looks