For you, I made my Fingers fish-hookes still
To catch at all Trades, either good or ill,
I car'd not much who lost, so we might get,
For all was Fish that came into the Net.
For you, (as in my Picture plaine appeares)
I put a Swines face on, an Asses eares,
The one to listen unto all I heard
Wherein your Worships profit was prefer'd,
The other to tast all things, good or bad.
(As Hogs will doe) where profit may be had.