Forbeare, friend, t' unclaspe this booke [5.] Onely in the fore front looke, For in it have errours bin, Which made th' authour call it in: Yet know this 't shall have more worth, At the second comming forth. [17.] A Gardener being to be hang'd, his Wife came to give him his last kiss at the Gallows: Out, you Baggage, says he, we are like to thrive well at the years end; there can't be a meeting in all the Country but you'll be sure to make one--Go home and weed, home and weed. There is a body without a heart, [91.] That hath a tongue, and yet no head, Buried it was, e're it was made; And loude doth speake, and yet is dead. _Resolution._ A Bell, which when it is cast, is founded in the ground. [4.] Two young Oxford Scholars agreeing together to go into an Adjacent Warren to steal some Rabbets; one being to watch, and not to speak one word, and the other to Catch them. So they being come to the place, he that watch'd, cried out, _Ecce Cuniculi multi_; which noise frighted all the Rabbets into their Burrows, whereupon the other was very angry with him; _Why_, says he, _who thought the Rabbets had understood Latin?_ [94.] A Gentleman that bore a spleen to another, meets him in the street, and gives him a Box on the Ear: The other, not willing to strike again, puts it off with a jest, asking him whether it was in jest or earnest? The other answers, It was in earnest: I am glad of that, said he, for if it had been in jest, I should have been very angry, for I do not like such jesting, and so pass'd away from him. [103.] A Gentleman making Addresses of Love to a young Lady, often swore by his Soul that he would be very faithful to her, in keeping all the promises he had made; but however failing in some small Matters, she was afraid to venture on to a Marriage, lest he should deceive her in greater, which he perceiving, said they would pawn her Soul upon it. Ay, Sir, replyed the Lady, you must find out a better Pattern, for that has been dipt so often, theres nothing more to be lent upon. [17.] A Gentleman stammering much in his speech, laid down a winning Card; and then said to his partner, Ho, sa, ay you now, was not this Ca-ca-card pa-a-ssing we-we-well la-a-aid? Yes, says t'other, 'twas well laid, but it needs not half that Cackling. My Wife will be my Master: _or_, The Married-mans Complaint against his unruly Wife. The Tune is, _A Taylor is a Man_. [Illustration] As I was walking forth of late, [108.] I heard a man complaining, With that I drew me near to him, to know the cause and meaning Of this his sorrow, pain and grief, which bred him such disaster; Alas, quoth he, what shall I do, my wife will be my master. _But if ever I am a Widdower, and another wife do marry, I mean to keep her poor and bare, and the purse I mean to carry._