And charge of every rayle, and every post:
But he, (that wisht his greedy humour crost)
Said, Sir, provide you Posts, and without fayling,
Your neighbours round about will find you rayling.
[12.]Some said, Sir, you keep
Such a gaping in your sleep,
He told 'em then they did lye all;
For a looking glass he'd buy,
At his bed's-feet to lye,
On purpose to make a tryal.