Poor Robin's jests: or, The compleat jester Being a collection of several jests not heretofore published. Now newly composed and written by that well-known gentleman, Poor Robin, knight of the burnt island, and well-willer to the mathematicks. Together with the true and lively effigies of the said author. Licensed Feb. 2. 1666. Roger L'Estrange.

A providential Father.

THere was a Gentleman who was very discreet, and searching into the Na∣tures and dispositions of his Family, and finding amongst his Daughters that one, and one of the least and youngest, was ripest, and more requiring then the rest; very provi∣dentially provided her a Husband. The Virgin over-joy'd that her good hour was come, could not contain and be content that the Servants should invite the Guests, but her self would needs speak to some of especial familiarity with her, unwilling any should forestall the news to those, whom she wish'd in the same happy condition with her self; which when she had done to her play-fellows, (for she was not well wean'd from that society) they wonder'd, and said, (good Lady!) Mrs. Dorothy, how comes it to pass that you are so forward, and leap over your Sisters heads? we should never have believ'd it, but from your own sweet lips. Truely (said she, simpering, and with her Handkerchief at her mouth) it were presumptuously done, but that my Father, who knows me of an Egg, gave very good reason for it, for he said, (I know not what he meant by it) That some Eggs would hatch

in an Oven, and that in hot weather things w'ont keep without salt.