381. UPON LINNET. EPIG.
Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know;
And sweetly sings, but yet his breath says no.
385. UPON GLASS. EPIG.
Glass, out of deep, and out of desp'rate want,
Turn'd from a Papist here a Predicant.
A vicarage at last Tom Glass got here,
Just upon five and thirty pounds a year.
Add to that thirty-five but five pounds more,
He'll turn a Papist, ranker than before.
398. UPON EELES. EPIG.
Eeles winds and turns, and cheats and steals; yet Eeles
Driving these sharking trades, is out at heels.
400. UPON RASP. EPIG.
Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets
Many a tester by his game and bets:
But of his gettings there's but little sign;
When one hole wastes more than he gets by nine.