"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;