Upon Bice.

Boreman takes toll, cheats, natters, lies; yet Boreman,
For all the devil helps, will be a poor man.

Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose
By his proboscis that he is all nose.

What made that mirth last night? the neighbours say,
That Bran the baker did his breech beray:
I rather think, though they may speak the worst,
'Twas to his batch, but leaven laid there first.

Of four teeth only Bridget was possest;
Two she spat out, a cough forced out the rest.

Sneape has a face so brittle, that it breaks
Forth into blushes whensoe'er he speaks.

Cock calls his wife his Hen: when Cock goes to't,
Cock treads his Hen, but treads her underfoot.