Long locks of late our zealot Peason wears, Not for to hide his high and mighty ears; No, but because he would not have it seen That stubble stands where once large ears have been. 880. KISSES LOATHSOME. I abhor the slimy kiss, Which to me most loathsome is. Those lips please me which are placed Close, but not too strictly laced: Yielding I would have them; yet Not a wimbling tongue admit: What should poking-sticks make there, When the ruffe is set elswhere? 881. UPON REAPE. Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies Mistake the flesh, and fly-blow both his eyes; So that an angler, for a day's expense, May bait his hook with maggots taken thence. 882. UPON TEAGE. Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells Truth, yet Teage's truths are untruths, nothing else. 884. UPON TRUGGIN. Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame, Truggin now lives but to belie his name. 886. UPON SPENKE. Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith; Not out of want of breath, but want of faith. 888. UPON LULLS. Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose By his proboscis that he is all nose. 897. SURFEITS. Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call That surfeit took by bread the worst of all. 898. UPON NIS. Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes Serve but for matter to make paper kites. 905. UPON PRICKLES. EPIG. Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything That Prickles buys puts Prickles out of frame; How well his nature's fitted to his name! 945. UPON BLISSE. Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee; Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye. 946. UPON BURR. Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone, That, where meat is, will be a hanger on. 947. UPON MEG. Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose, Which, this night harden'd, sodders up her nose. _Pose_, rheum, cold in the head. 961. UPON RALPH. Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph In sev'rall tills and boxes, keeps 'em safe; Instead of hartshorn, if he speaks the troth, To make a lusty-jelly for his broth. 966. UPON VINEGAR. Vinegar is no other, I define, Than the dead corps, or carcase of the wine. 967. UPON MUDGE. Mudge every morning to the postern comes, His teeth all out, to rinse and wash his gums. 971. UPON LUPES. Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid; But for his heart, he cannot have it made; The reason is, his credit cannot get The inward garbage for his clothes as yet. 972. RAGS. What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents, But the base dregs and lees of vestiments? 974. UPON TUBBS. For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor; 'Tis now his habit, which he can't give o'er. 984. UPON SPOKES.