Upon Buggins.

Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame,
Truggin now lives but to belie his name.

Luggs, by the condemnation of the Bench,
Was lately whipt for lying with a wench.
Thus pains and pleasures turn by turn succeed:
He smarts at last who does not first take heed.

Let me sleep this night away,
Till the dawning of the day;
Then at th' opening of mine eyes
I, and all the world, shall rise.

Gubbs calls his children kitlings: and would bound,
Some say, for joy, to see those kitlings drown'd.

Bice laughs, when no man speaks; and doth protest.
It is his own breech there that breaks the jest.

For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor;
'Tis now his habit, which he can't give o'er.