Are you? says he, from the West;
By my troth says Hugh,
I do think so too,
All the wise Men come from the East.
On Bond the Usurer.
[24.]Here lyes a Bond under this tombe,
Seald and deliver'd to, god knows whom.
[17.] One that had sore eyes, was jeer'd by another that was clear ey'd; who told him they were not so sore, but that he could see a knave: It may be so, says he, but you must look in a Glass then.
[18.] A Citizen telling a Courtier that he had just then eased himself of a great Burden by paying a Debt he owed, and that he could not apprehend how any Man could sleep that was in Debt; For my part, answered the Courtier, I should rather wonder how my Creditors can sleep, well knowing that I shall never pay them.