714. LAXARE FIBULAM.
To loose the button is no less,
Than to cast off all bashfulness.
730. UPON FRANCK.
Franck would go scour her teeth; and setting to 't
Twice two fell out, all rotten at the root.
733. UPON PAUL. EPIG.
Paul's hands do give; what give they, bread or meat,
Or money? no, but only dew and sweat.
As stones and salt gloves use to give, even so
Paul's hands do give, nought else for ought we know.
734. UPON SIBB. EPIG.
Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was,
For anger spat on thee, her looking-glass:
But weep not, crystal; for the same was meant
Not unto thee, but that thou didst present.