performed, and his debt discharged. Bea (quoth he.) Why, thou needs't not cry Bea any longer, but pay me my money. Bea, (quoth he again). Why thou wilt not serve me so, I hope, (quoth the Lawyer) now I have used thee so kindly? But nothing but Bea could Master Lawyer get for his paines, and so was faine to depart with a flea in his eare. _Dolens_ doth shew his purse, and tels you this, [5.] It is more horrid than a Pest-house is; For in a Pest-house many mortals enter, But in his purse, one angell dares not venture. [61.] An old merry Parson that lived in the old merry dayes, being a little purblined by being a very good fellow that would alwayes pay his Clubb,[F. 135] having sat up late on the Satterday night, was a little unfitted in his eyes to read right the next morning; turned to a Chapter in _Exodus_, the beginning of the Chapter began thus, _And God told Moses_ &c, but, his eyes failing him, like a true Clubber he read thus, _And the Lord told Noses_[F. 136] &c-- [Footnote 135: _i.e._ His share of the liquor consumed.] [Footnote 136: Counted heads, so that all should pay their due proportion.] [78.] Two Gentlemen talking in latin, in the presence of a woman, she grew jealous that they spake of her, and desired them to speake english that she might answer them, for she said she was perswaded when men spake latin, although they spake but two words, that still one of them was naught: where upon one of the Gentlemen sayd presently, _Bona mulier_,[F. 137] she replyed, I know _bona_ is good, but I'le warrant ye the other word meanes something that's nought. [Footnote 137: _Good woman._] The Young-Man & Maidens Forecast; shewing how They Reckon'd their _Chickens_ before they were Hatcht. To the Tune of, _The Country Farmer_, Or _The Devonshire Damosels_. This may be Printed R. P. I'll tell you a Jest of a Provident Lass, [84.] Whose Providence prov'd her a Provident Ass; She laid forth her store in such brittle Ware, That very small profit did fall to her share; Thirteen to the Dozen of Eggs she would buy, And set a Hen over them carefully; As long as she went her footing she watch'd, She counted her Chickens before they were Hatch'd. Said she, if these Chickens five Capons do prove, Capons be Meat which Gentlemen love; Those Chickens she would sell to buy a Sow-Pig, That it might have young ones e're it was big; Then with her Pigs she would have an Ewe, It may have Lambs not kill'd with the Dew; And, as she was thinking to buy her a Calf, Her Heels they flew from her a Yard and a half.