VVits bedlam ----vvhere is had, whipping-cheer, to cure the mad.

Of my incountring a Wa••-taile, while I held my tongue. Epiram. 213.

WHy fliest thou Muse, at Fame, that flies from thee? Or seek'st to retriue that thou canst not trusse? Spare, spare thy Paines, & after Angels flee, That make their Takers Great, as Glorious! As at a Stationr's Shop I stood, at gave, There chanst to light a Wag-taile (light as sine) And ask'd for Epigrams in Caged Phraze: VVherewith the Shop-man foorth-with shew'd her mine. VVhat he (quoth She?) thē pull'd her mouth ascue) Alasse (good man) is this his Poetrie? Yea (said my friend) thē from her them she threw, As if she felt them touch her honesty. Still saying, He? yea, (said the seller 〈◊〉〈◊〉; And good they be, or else good VVits mistake That h••ld them such; So let them be (q••••th she) And, therewith all, another mouth did make, Thus by a mouth so wrested quite away, Had I like sentence: meane while mute I stood (Poore Innocent) and durst not a••ke her why She so did sleight them that were held so good: For, they are still defil'd that Pitch do touch; So, I forbare to touch this ••l••••y Thing, Although She made mee swell, and g••••eue, and grutch; Vowing this bitter wayward VVaspe t'vn••ling:

But tis not possible I should preuaile; For, spight of me sheele haue it in her tayle.