Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us,

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.