Lilly? Th'art such a wittie thing to draw me on. Leave fooling, Lilly, I am hungry now, And th' hast another Kickshaw, I must tast it.

Both by your wittie words and by your works. Is not that name enough to make a living To him that hath a whit of Natures giving? How manie honest men see ye arize Daylie thereby, and grow to goodly prize; 420 To deanes, to archdeacons, to commissaries, To lords, to principalls, to prebendaries? All iolly prelates, worthie rule to beare, Who ever them envie: yet spite bites neare.