And looke as leane and lank as anie[°] ghoste;
What can[°] be added more to my renowne?
She lyeth breathlesse; I am taken doune;[°]
The waves doe swell, the tydes climbe or'e the banks;[°]
Judge, gentlemen! if I deserue not thanks?[°]
And so, good night! unto[°] you euer'ie one;
For loe, our thread is spunne, our plaie is donne[°].
Claudito iam vinos Priapa, sat prata biberunt [sic[a]].
Tho. Nash.