692. ON POET PRAT. EPIG.
Prat he writes satires, but herein's the fault,
In no one satire there's a mite of salt.
693. UPON TUCK. EPIG.
At post and pair, or slam, Tom Tuck would play
This Christmas, but his want wherewith says nay.
Post and pair, or slam, old games of cards. Ben Jonson calls the former a "thrifty and right worshipful game".
694. BITING OF BEGGARS.
Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door,
Instead of alms, sets dogs upon the poor.
695. THE MAY-POLE.
The May-pole is up!
Now give me the cup,
I'll drink to the garlands around it;
But first unto those
Whose hands did compose
The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
A health to my girls,
Whose husbands may earls
Or lords be, granting my wishes,
And when that ye wed
To the bridal bed,
Then multiply all like to fishes.