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Sixteenth and Seventeenth Century
IN OBITUM PROMI
That Death should thus from hence our Butler catch,
Into my mind it cannot quickly sink;
Sure Death came thirsty to the Buttery Hatch
When he (that busy was) denied him drink.
Tut, 'twas not so; 'tis like he gave him liquor,
And Death, made drunk, took him away the quicker—
Yet let not others grieve too much in mind,
(The Butler gone) the keys are left behind.
HENRY PARROT
ON CARDINAL WOLSEY
Begot by Butchers, but by Bishops bred,
How high his honour nolds his haughty head!
ANON
ON BOTCHING
God is no botcher, but when God wrought you two,
God wrought as like a botcher, as God might do.
JOHN HEYWOOD
TREASON
Treason doth never prosper—What's the reason?
If it doth prosper, none dare call it treason.
SIR JOHN HARINGTON
ALL THINGS HAVE SAVOUR
All things have savour, though some very small,
Nay, a box on the eare hath no smell at all.
ANON
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