The lettin[g] of humours blood in the head-vaine with a new morissco, daunced by seauen satyres, vpon the bottome of Diog[e?]nes tubbe.

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The lettin[g] of humours blood in the head-vaine with a new morissco, daunced by seauen satyres, vpon the bottome of Diog[e?]nes tubbe.
Author
Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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At London :: Printed by W. White for W.F.,
1600.
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Epigrams, English.
Satire, English.
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"The lettin[g] of humours blood in the head-vaine with a new morissco, daunced by seauen satyres, vpon the bottome of Diog[e?]nes tubbe." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A11125.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 7, 2024.

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Epig. 27.

Aske Humors why a Feather he doth weare? It is his humor (by the Lord) heele sweare. Or what he doth with such a Horse-taile locke? Or why vpon a Whoore he spendes his stocke? He hath a Humor doth determine so. Why in the stop-throate fashion doth he go, With Scarfe about his necke? Hat without band? It is his humor, sweete sir vnderstand. What cause his Purse is so extreame distrest, That often times t'is scarcely penny blest? Onely a Humor: If you question why? His tongue is nere vnfurnish'd with a lye: It is his Humor too he doth protest. Or why with Serjants he is so opprest, That like to Ghostes they haunt him erie day? A rascall Humor, doth not loue to pay. Obiect, why Bootes and Spurres are still in season? His Humor answeres; Humor is his reason. If you perceiue his wittes in wetting shrunke, It commeth of a humor, to be drunke. When you behold his lookes pale, thin, and poore, Th'occasion is, his Humor, and a Whoore: And euery thing that he doth vndertake, It is a vaine, for sencelesse Humors sake.
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