The Hesperides & Noble Numbers Part 149

882. UPON TEAGE.

Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells Truth, yet Teage's truths are untruths, nothing else.

884. UPON TRUGGIN.

Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame, Truggin now lives but to belie his name.

886. UPON SPENKE.

Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith; Not out of want of breath, but want of faith.

888. UPON LULLS.

Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose By his proboscis that he is all nose.

897. SURFEITS.

Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call That surfeit took by bread the worst of all.

898. UPON NIS.

Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes Serve but for matter to make paper kites.

905. UPON p.r.i.c.kLES. EPIG.

p.r.i.c.kles is waspish, and puts forth his sting For bread, drink, b.u.t.ter, cheese; for everything That p.r.i.c.kles buys puts p.r.i.c.kles out of frame; How well his nature's fitted to his name!

945. UPON BLISSE.

Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee; Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.

946. UPON BURR.

Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone, That, where meat is, will be a hanger on.

947. UPON MEG.

Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose, Which, this night harden'd, sodders up her nose.

_Pose_, rheum, cold in the head.

961. UPON RALPH.

Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph In sev'rall tills and boxes, keeps 'em safe; Instead of hartshorn, if he speaks the troth, To make a l.u.s.ty-jelly for his broth.

966. UPON VINEGAR.

Vinegar is no other, I define, Than the dead corps, or carcase of the wine.

967. UPON MUDGE.

Mudge every morning to the postern comes, His teeth all out, to rinse and wash his gums.

971. UPON LUPES.

Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid; But for his heart, he cannot have it made; The reason is, his credit cannot get The inward garbage for his clothes as yet.

972. RAGS.

What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents, But the base dregs and lees of vestiments?

974. UPON TUBBS.

For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor; 'Tis now his habit, which he can't give o'er.

984. UPON SPOKES.

Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears Nothing he loves on't but the chaps and ears: But carve to him the fat flanks, and he shall Rid these, and those, and part by part eat all.

988. UPON FAUNUS.

We read how Faunus, he the shepherds' G.o.d, His wife to death whipped with a myrtle rod.

The rod, perhaps, was better'd by the name; But had it been of birch, the death's the same.

989. THE QUINTELL.

Up with the quintell, that the rout, May fart for joy, as well as shout: Either's welcome, stink or civit, If we take it, as they give it.

999. UPON PENNY.