The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.

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Title: The most elegant and witty epigrams of Sir Iohn Harrington, Knight digested into foure bookes: three vvhereof neuer before published.
Author: Harington, John, Sir, 1560-1612.
Publication: London :: Printed by G[eorge] P[urslowe] for Iohn Budge: and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the Greene Dragon,; 1618.
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84 Of one that is vnwilling to lend money.
WHen I but buy two suites of rich apparrell,
Or some faire ready horse against the running,
Rich Quintus, that same Miser, slye and cunning,
Yet my great friend, begins to pick a quarrell,
To tell me how his credit is in perill;
How some great Lord (whose name may not be spo∣ken,
With him for twenty thousand crownes hath broken.
Then, with a fained sigh, and signe of sorrow,
Swearing he thinks these Lords will quite vndoe him,
He cals his seruant Oliuer vnto him,
And sends to the Exchange, to take on vse
One thousand poūds, must needs be paid to morrow.
Thus would he blind mine eyes with this abuse,
And thinks, though he was sure I came to borrow,
That now I needs must shut my mouth for shame.
Fie, Quintus, fie, then when I speak deny me.
But to deny me thus, before I try thee,
Blush and confesse that you be too too blame.