Good nevves and bad nevves. By S.R.

Bad Newes.

THe rifling time being come that he had set, His friends according to their promise met, A great assembly, a good supper made, And eu'ry one his ventur'd money pai'd, To his content: thought he, why here's good doing: Why this is better farre then scuruy wooing, Betoyl'd about a wife, and cannot get her, Widowes be hang'd, for I like horse flesh better. But see the mischiefe fortunes spight did bring, To make his rifling a meere trifling thing: No sooner they to throw the dice begin, But comes the owner with a Serieant in; And claimes the gelding which was at the stake, This did amongst them an amazement make, For euery man his money backe did claime, Which was returned with a cheating shame; Oh scuruy world, quoth he, how crosse things goes, The next will be the Tailor, for my clothes: My wooing ouerthrowne, my horse play marr'd, As I am Gentleman, this nips me hard.