When he was gentleman, and bravely dight,
He left not swelling till he was a knight;
At last forgetting what he was at first,
He swole to be a Lord . . . and then he burst.
On Button a Sexton making a grave.
[5.]Ye powers above, and heavenly poles,
Are graves become but Button Holes.
[4.] Two Sparks standing together in the Cloysters, seeing a pretty Lady pass by, says one of them, There goes the handsomest Lady that I ever saw in my Life; She hearing him, turned back, and seeing him very ugly, said, Sir I would I could in way of Requital say as much of you. Faith, says he, so you may, and Lye as I did.