English literature -- Early modern, 1500-1700; English wit and humor; Great Britain -- Civilization -- 17th century -- Literary collections
[26.] Another swore, that he in his Travels round about the World,
which he had encompast Three times and half in Seven years time, but
could not finish the other half, because he fell very Sick, and so
was forc't to return back agen; and in his return, he came to a King's
Court, but I cannot for my life remember the place, because I have
been in so many; and there, says he, I saw a Lute of a very great
bigness, and Thirty Ells long, bating only three inches, and Three
broad, and swore that the least string upon it was bigger than his
Thumb. Then they askt him how it possibly could be plaid on? He
told them that a Man and his Wife that were Gyants (of which there's
abundance in that Country) had Two large Iron Bows, made each with
Eight Feet like Gridirons, with which he, and his dear Consort (which
I think is the best name for her now, in regard of that Musick) scrat
ore the strings; that is, she on the Treble part, and He on the Bass,
whilst Eight great Mastiff Dogs ran up and down the Frets of the Lute,
with their bare feet, and stopt directly in Tune as they plaid; (but
you must conceive that these dogs were bred up to't, or else 'twere a
thing impossible) to the admiration of all strangers that were there;
and the Case of that Lute served for a kennel for the Eight Dogs
to lie in: but it seems 'tis common with them there, for they made
nothing of it; and this he made good by whole Volleys of thundering
Oaths.
[5.] A fat house keeper makes leane Executors. The Devill is not
alwaies at one doore. He puls with a long rope, that waights for
anothers death.
Come buy this new Ballad, before you doe goe;
If you raile at the Author, I know what I know.
To the Tune of, _Ile tell you but so_.
[Illustration]
It is an old saying [89.]
that few words are best,
And he that sayes little,
shall live most at rest:
And I by experience
doe finde it right so,
Therefore Ile spare speech,
but I know what I know.
Yet shall you perceive well,
though little I say,
That many enormities
I will display:
You may guesse my meaning
by that which I show,
I will not tell all
but I know &c.
There be some great climbers
compos'd of ambition,
To whom better-born men
doe bend with submission:
Proud Lucifer climbing
was cast very low,
Ile not stay these men.
but I know &c.
There be many Foxes
that goe on two legges,
They steale greater matters
than Cocks, Hens and Egges;
To catch many Guls
in Sheepes cloathing they goe
They might be destroy'd
but I know &c.
There be many men
that Devotion pretend,
And make us beleeve
that true Faith theyle defend:
Three times in one day
to Church they will goe,
They cozen the world,
but I know &c.
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