As yf a man fortune to touche you on the quyke, 1630
Then feyne yourselfe dyseased and make yourselfe seke:
To styre vp your stomake you must you forge,
Call for a candell[839] and cast vp your gorge;
With, Cockes armes, rest shall I none haue
Tyll I be reuenged on that horson knaue!
A, howe my stomake wambleth! I am all in a swete!
Is there no horson that knaue that wyll bete?
Magn. By Cockes woundes, a wonder felowe thou arte;
For ofte tymes suche a wamblynge goth ouer my harte;