Having now pleased our sight with the curiosities of this place, we concluded upon a remove; and the next place pitcht on was _Naples_, and to the intent we might convey our moneys with greater safety thither, we took up Bills at _Palermo_ for 5000 pounds, drawn upon a Merchant of _Naples_, payable ten days after sight. Having shipp’d our selves, with all conveniences, that our Voyage might not seem tedious, I desired Mistress _Dorothy_ to divert the Company with the continuation of her Story. Ah Master _Latroon_! (said she) your Request renews my grief, by putting me in mind of the loss of my dear Companion _Mall_, however I shall endeavour to satisfie your desire, and having given a summary account to the Captain and the rest, which had not heard anything of her former relation, of what was before discovered, she commenc’d her following discourse where she before left off, _viz._ her coming acquainted with the Soldier, and then she thus proceeded. Being rid of my great Belly, and having now gotten me a good round sum of money, I took my pleasure with as much freedom as my unlimited desires could prompt me to, I was frequently at the old womans the Hostess, (_alias_ my Procuress) where I found conveniences for all my secret, crafty, and pleasant Designs, and indeed to give her her due, she was no Back-friend to me, this was the place which I made my general Rendezvouz; here I did use to meet with my Friends, and here did I converse with my Soldier of Fortune (as I have already told you) before I make any further progress, give me leave to rehearse a Copy of Verses (which I got by heart) of his own composition, which he made upon the cunning trick he found in conjuring for food for his hungry Landlord and his own half famisht worship, which were these: _Hunger’s a Whetstone that so sharpens Wit, It cuts away for some to feed by it. For stomacks cramm’d with Lethargies do blind The active wit, and hebetates the mind. The Grammer-school when it hath spawn’d the Fry Either to_ Oxford _or to_ Cambridge _hye: Where lest they should by too much food grow dull, They scarce in seven years have their belly full. That Barresters at Bar may louder bawl, See the short Commons that art in the Hall. ’Tis plenty rusts our Valour, when we need, Rather than starve, we there can bravely bleed: For food we fight, for which we Centry stand, Want makes our wit as active as our hand. Thus did my wit shew to my wants a way To fill its belly, and increase my pay, Hence I may say that I do live by wit, For I’ve got money, and a Wench with it. Grammercy Wit, help and assist me still, He ne’re can want that hath but Wit at will._