On Anne Angel marrying a Lawyer.
[67.]Anne is an Angel, but what if she bee.
What is an Angel, but a Lawyer's fee.
[67.]A Welchman walking in ye darke for feare
Some wall might hitte his face a box o' th' eare,
Strecht out his armes, yt if such danger Came,
His hands might from his face avert ye same.
At last betwixt his armes there came a post,
Which hitte his nose, and stroke him downe almost;
Pluter of nayles, quoth he, I did not know