Now God preserve our King and Queen, With his &c. And eke in London may be seene, With his &c. As many Knights, and as many more, And all as good as Sir _Eglemore_. With his &c. [Footnote 9: For tune see Appendix.] [Footnote 10: Choler, anger.] [1.] There was a Fryer in _London_, which did use to go often to the house of an old woman, but ever when he came to her house, she hid all the meat she had. On a time this Fryer came to her house (bringing certain Company with him) and demanded of the Wife if she had any meat. And she said, Nay. Well, quoth the Fryer, have you not a whetstone? Yea (qd. the Woman) Marry, qd. he, I would make meat thereof. Then she brought a whetstone. He asked her likewise if she had not a Frying-pan. Yea, said she, but what the devil will ye do therewith? Marry (said the Fryer) you shall see by and by what I will do with it; and when he had the pan, he set it on the fire, and put the whetstone therein. Cocks body, said the woman, you will burn the pan. No, no, qd. the Fryer, if you will give me some eggs, it will not burn at all. But she would have had the pan from him, when that she saw it was in danger; yet he would not let her, but still urged her to fetch him some eggs, which she did. Tush said the Fryer, here are not enow, go fetch ten or twelve. So the good Wife was constrayned to fetch more for feare lest the Pan should burn; And when he had them, he put them in the Pan. Now, qd he, if you have no butter the pan will burn, and the eggs too. So the good wife being very loth to have her pan burnt, and the eggs lost, she fetcht him a dish of butter, the which he put into the pan, and made good meat thereof, & brought to the table, saying, Much good may it do you my Masters, now may you say, you have eaten of a buttered Whetstone. Whereat all the Company laughed, but the woman was exceeding angry because the Fryer had subtilly beguiled her of her meat. _The Devill and the Fryar._ The Devill was once deceived by a fryar, [5.] Who though he sold his soul cheated the buyer. The devill was promist if he would supply, The Fryar with Coyn at his necessity, When all the debts he ow'd discharg'd were quite, The Devill should have his soul as his by right; The Devill defray'd all scores, payd all; at last Demanded for his due, his soul in haste: The Fryar return'd this answer, if I owe You any debts at all, then you must know I am indebted still, if nothing be Due unto you, why do you trouble me? _On Battus._ Battus doth bragge he hath a world of bookes [5.] His studies maw holds more than well it may, But seld' or never he upon them looks, And yet he looks upon them every day, He looks upon their out side, but within He never looks nor never will begin: Because it cleane against his nature goes To know mens secrets, so he keeps them Close. The Unconscionable Batchelors of DARBY, or the