48. On Mungril Esquire.
His bought arms Müng not liked; for his first day.
49. To Playwright
Playwright me reads, and still my verses damns.
50. To Sir Cod
Leave, Cod, tobacco-like, burnt gums to take.
51. To King James .
That we thy loss might know, and thou our love.
52. To Censorious Courtling
Courtling, I rather thou should'st utterly.
53. To Qld-end Gatherer.
Long-gathering Old-end, I did fear thee wise.
54. On Cheveril
Cheveril cries out my verses libels are.
55. To Francis Beaumont
How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy Muse.
56. On Poet-ape
Poor Poet-ape, that would be thought our chief.
57. On Bawds and Usurers
If, as their ends, their fruits were so, the same.
58. To Groom Idiot
Idiot, last night I prayed
thee but forbear.
59. On Spies
Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuff
60. To William, Lord Mounteagle
Lo, what my country should have done, have raised.
61. To Fool, or Knave
Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike.
62. To Fine Lady Would-be
Fine Madam Would-be
, wherefore should you fear.
63. To Robert, Earl of Salisbury
Who can consider thy right courses run.
64. To the same
Not glad, like those that have new hopes, or suits.
65. To my Muse
Away, and leave me, thou thing most abhorred.
66. To Sir Henry Cary
That neither fame nor love might wanting be.
67. To Thomas, Earl of Suffolk
Since men have left to do praiseworthy things.