"Come, fellow Greene, come to thy gaping grave,
Bid Vanity and Foolery farewell,
That overlong hast plaid the mad-brained knave,
And overloud hast rung the bawdy bell.
Vermine to vermine must repair at last;
No fitter house for busie folke to dwell;
Thy conny-catching pageants are past,
Some other must those arrant stories tell:
These hungry wormes thinke long for their repast;
Come on; I pardon thy offence to me;