Nov. 18, 1646. One desir'd, being dead, [12.] To have Hysop round his head, But Time is better I think; For you'l find it a crime, If not buryed in time, For certain your Corps will stink. [32.] What work is that the faster ye work, longer is it ere ye have done, and the slower ye work the sooner ye make an end? _Solution._ That is turning of a Spit; for if ye turn fast, it will be long ere the meat be roasted, but if ye turn slowly, the sooner it is roasted. _A new married Bride._ The first of all our sex, came from the side of man, [5.] I thither am return'd from whence I came. _Of finding a hare._ A Gallant full of life, and void of care. [6.] Asked his friend if he would find a hare? He that for sleepe, more than such sports did care, Said, Goe your waies, and leave me heere alone; Let them find hares that lost them, I lost none. The next illustration is from a single sheet broadside entitled "Englands Wolfe with eagles clawes, or the cruell Impieties of Bloud-Thirsty Royalists, and blasphemous _Anti-Parliamentarians_, under the command of that inhumane Prince _Rupert_, _Digby_, and the rest. Wherein the barbarous Crueltie of our Civill uncivill Warres is briefly discovered. London: Printed by _Matthew Simmons_ dwelling in _Aldersgate_ Streete. 1646." [Illustration] This broadside scarcely comes within the scope of this work, dealing as it does with the alleged cruelties committed by the Cavaliers; but the engraving clearly is a political satire, not only on the Cavaliers themselves, but on their extravagances in dress. [18.] If you ask why borrowed Books seldom return to their Owners? this is the Reason one gives for it: _Because 'tis easier to keep 'em, than what is in them._ [8.] There was a Painter became a Physician, whereupon one said to him, You have done well, for before the faults of your work were seen, but now they are unseen. A Lawyer said in jest [12.] A Taylor is the best Client in all the Land: And his reason is good, If well understood, 'Cause he has so many Suits in hand. _In Richardum quendam, Divitem, Avarum._ Devising on a time what name I might [24.] Best give unto a dry illiberall chuffe, After long search on his owne name I light, Nay then (said I) No more, I have enough; His name and nature do full well agree, For's name is _Rich_ and _hard_; and so is he. The Dumb MAID,[F. 62] or, the Young Gallant Trappan'd. _A young Man did unto her a Wooing come, But she pretended much that she was dumb; But when they both in Marriage bands were ty'd, The Doctor's skill was likewise with her try'd; The Doctor he set her Tongue on the Run, She Chatters now and never will have done._ To a New Tune, call'd, _Dum, dum, dum_; Or, I would I were in my own Country &c. Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.