VVit and drollery,: joviall poems. Never before printed. / By Sir J.M. Ja:S. Sir W.D. J.D. and other admirable wits.

A Description of the miseries of a moneylesse Pocket.

BRing me Raviliac who does defie All torments, with such gallant constancy; And onely with one sudden oh complaines, When they pour scalding oyl into his veines; Let his stout heart but feele my pangs alone, An empty purse Ile warrant him will make him groane. Bring me a Stoick that sayes flat and plaine, A wise man knows not so much thing as pain; Let me alone to make him change his note, And sweare a cut-purse worse then a cut∣throat. The pangs my Mother did with me indure, Were not so bad, as to want money sure, I'de wish, were I my enemy to nurse, May his associate be an empty purse: Nor would I any greater crosses crave For him, that that he may not crosses have; Then to see him I might justly hope, Knight of the noble order of the rope. For you will finde amongst that famous crue

That make their wills at Hide Parke corner few, If you examine, but the reason why 'Twas cause they wanted money they'l reply: Nay I have tasted miseries far worse, The constant judgements of an empty purse. For if I come into a Taverne I, Scarce from the Drawer get a by and by; To trust one quart I cannot work on Will, Though I'de pawne for it all Parnassus hill; I offer'd too my horse, but he swore thus, I will not trust one pint of Pegasus: From thence to Clavels where I stand at door And softly askt Sue, hast thou ere a whore? You speak sayes she as if you had no money, Then with a pox Ile help you to a cunny. If I by chance espye some old Comrade, He straight avoides me, as if I had the plague; And cause I ha'nt a token with such care, Shuns me as if I full of tokens were. Now say my rimes are dull, & you'l say true; And are not you as dull to read them too? You might conclude before you read a bit, That he who money wants, must needs want wit.