You say you're young; but when your teeth are told
To be but three, black-ey'd, we'll think you old.
465. UPON HUNCKS. EPIG.
Huncks has no money, he does swear or say,
About him, when the tavern's shot's to pay.
If he has none in 's pockets, trust me, Huncks
Has none at home in coffers, desks, or trunks.
476. UPON A CHEAP LAUNDRESS. EPIG.
Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie
That sharply trickles from her either eye.
The laundresses, they envy her good-luck,
Who can with so small charges drive the buck.
What needs she fire and ashes to consume,
Who can scour linens with her own salt rheum?
Drive the buck, wash clothes.
482. UPON SKURF.
Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may:
All know a fellon eat the tenth away.
Fellon, whitlow.