slie cosenages, and little troubling in∣tanglements are hid under the Rose-pot, the common cloak and cover of all fraudulent deceits
Should I endure, that, when I am eating my pottage equall with the best, and that without either thinking or speaking any man∣ner of ill, they rudely come to vexe, trouble, and perplex my braines with that antick Pro∣verb which saith,
Who in his pottage-eating drinks, will not
When he is dead and buri'd, see one jot.
and good Lady, how many great Captaines have we seen in the day of battel, when in open field the Sacrament was distributed in lunchions of the sanctified bread of the Con∣fraternity, the more honestly to nod their heads, play on the lute, and crack with their tailes, to make pretty little platforme leaps, in keeping level by the ground: but now the world is unshackled from the corners of the packs of Leycester. One flies out lewdly and becomes debauch't, another likewise five, four and two, and that at such randome, that if the Court take not some course therein, it will make as bad a season in matter of glean∣ing this yeare, as ever it made, or it will make goblets. If any poor creature go to the stoves to illuminate his muzzle with a