love, he wooes more by letter than his owne presence, and is not hasty in the desire of fruition. His apparell is playne like himselfe, and shewes the riches of his mind, which contemnes a gaudy outside as the badge of fooles. He goes therefore commonly in blacke, his Hat unbrusht, a hasty gate with a looke fixt on the ground, as though he were looking pins there, when yet his mind is then soaring in some high contemplation; and is then alwayes most busy, when hee seemes most idle.

A Scholar in the University

MAY be knowne by a harmelesse innocent looke; his nose seemes to be raw for want of fyres in winter, and yet has such a quicke sent, that he quickly smells out his chopt mutton commons a farre off. In his freshmanship hee's full of humility, but afterward ascends the steps of ambition by degrees. He studies so long words of Art, that all his learning at last is but an Art of words. His discourse is alwayes grounded out of Aristotle, in whose avròs epa hee puts as much confidence as in his Creede. In his letters hee's often ready to shake the whole frame of the sense to let in some great word, affecting a nonsensicall eloquence before propriety of phrase; if hee were compeld to salute a Gentlewoman, he would tremble more than ever he did in pronouncing his first declamation. Hee often frequents Booke binders shops, for his unconstant humour of tumbling over many bookes, is like a sicke mans pallat, which desires to taste of every dish but fixes on none. The University Library is his magazine of

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A SCHOLAR IN THE UNIVERSITY learning, where hee'le be sure to be seene in his formalityes assoone as hees graduated; for the liberty thereof expresses him a Batchelour. He earnestly enquires after the weekely Currantoes, and swallowes downe any newes with great confidence. His cheefest curtesy to strangers, is to shew you his Colledge Buttery, and to skonce himselfe a halfepeny farthing for your entertainement. If you seeme to admire the names of their small divisions, as halfepeny, farthing, and the like, out of a selfe simplicity he straight laughes at your ignorance. And if you contend for priority in going forth, puts you downe with a stale complement. Egressus est Peregrini. When he makes a journey 'tis in the vacation, and then hee canvises a fortnight aforehand amongst his friends for Bootes and Spurres. His purse like the Sea is governd by the Moone, for he has his severall ebbes and tides, according as hee receives his severall exhibitions from his friends. Lastly, hee weares out a great deale of time there to know what kind of Animal hee is, contemns every man that is not a Graduate if himselfe be one, and because he professes himselfe a Scholler, goes commonly in blacke, and many times 'tis all he has to shew for't.

A Horse Race

Is a way to let money run away full speed. Amongst the Romanes 'twas an Olimpick exercise, and the prize was a Garland, but now they beare the Bell away. 'Tis the prodigality of countrey Gentlemen, and the gullery of Londoners; the one dyets his horse till his purse growes lanck, and the

other payes for rash betting. The former would give any thing for a horse of Pegasus Race, or one begot of the wind while the mare turn'd her backeside in Boreas mouth. They lay wagers here on their horse heeles, and hope to win it by their running heads. The Riders speake northern howsoever, and though they want many graynes of honest men, yet when they are put into the Scale, they are made weight. The horses are brought hither in their night clothes, and from thence walke downe to the starting post, whence grew the Latine proverbe, a carceribus ad metam. The countrey people have time now to commend white-mayne and Pepper-corne, while the Gentlemen ride up and downe with Bets in their mouthes, crying three to one, till the word Done make it a wager. By this time they are comming up, and the forerunner is receiv'd ovant, with great acclamations of joy, and the hinder man though hee rid booty, yet he shewes that he favour'd nether side by the spur-galling. It being now done, they drop away into the villages, where their tongues runne over the race againe, which for that night fils Alehouses with noyse and discourse.

A Scrivener

He

Is a Christian Canniball that devoures men alive. He sits behinde a deske like a Spider in a Cobweb to watch what flies will fall into his net. abuses money by using it, and so contrary to the nature thereof puts it to generation, while like a common whore, hee lets her out to trading. He lookes so thinne that a man may picke a good stomacke out of his face, and he wishes his belly

were a lether bagge that so being once full it might never be empty. He will lend money upon good security, and then you must pay for procuring and ensealing of writings, and the utmost extremity is his friendship. Besides this he is so impudent in his Art of undoing others, that hee begins with Noverint universi, let all men know it. He is a Scribe by profession, for he devoures widdowes houses, and a Pharisee in his religion, for though he doe no good, yet he loves good deedes in Parchment. Hee has no signe but a few tottering Labells, which are hang'd there to shew their masters desert. Country fellowes admire him, and his pen is better to him than their Plough; while the parchment is the soyle, money is the seede, and usury the harvest which he reapes, and brings dry into his Coffer which is his Barne. He workes upon the occasions of other men, and his Bonds are like flyes in winter, which lye dead for a time, but afterward recover life, and contrary to other things, they have most force when they are ready to expire. He is no scholler yet is a great writer, and is never confuted, but in the Chancery or Starchamber and there his fallacies are discern'd, and he punished. He will feede you with hope of money till your necessity is growne so urgent, that you are willing to yeeld to any conditions, and then he will worke you like waxe, and make you buy your owne undoing. He has blanckes ready to insert names, and in drawing of writings hee will leave out some materiall clause, that so it may occasion a suite in Law. Discord is his delight, and hee cares for no musicke but telling of money. He loves Almanackes because they shew him the

day of the moneth, and the yeare of our Lord, and he is alwayes in the future tense, hoping for time to come. To conclude his life is so blacke that no Inke can paint it forth, he is one of the Devils engines, to ruine others, he is a paper worme, or a racke for honest men, and his Ultimum vale is a deceitfull breaking.

A Gentlemans House in the Countrey

Is the prime house of some village, and carryes gentility in the front of it. The Tennants round about travell thither in Pilgrimage with their pigge and goose offrings, and their duty increases with the neere expiring of their leases. The Servingmen are like quarter wayters; for while some give attendance at home, the rest are disperst in the Alehouses. Their master alowes them to make men drinke for his credit, while they sound forth his fame of hospitallity upon the Trumpets of blacke Jackes. They envye most their owne coate, for if a Gentleman bring halfe a dozen men with him, they'le not suffer a man to come off alive, and that expresses their Masters welcome. At meales you shall have a scattered troup of dishes, led in by some blacke puddings, and in the Reare some demolish'd pastyes, which are not fallen yet to the Servingmen. Betweene meales there's bread and Beere for all commers, and for a stranger a napkin, and colde meat in the buttery may be obtained. All the Roomes smell of Doggs and Haukes, and the Halls beares armes, though it be but a muskitt and two Corsletts. The maides have their severall sweet-hearts, which they get by befriending men in their severall offices: As the dayry mayde by