Skialetheia. Or, A Shadowe of Truth, In Certaine Epigrams and Satyres
A shadowe of Truth, in cer-
taine Epigrams and
Printed by I.R. for Nicholas Long, and are to bee solde at the little West doore of Poules. 1598
PUBLISHED BY J[ames] R[oberts]
PUBLISHED FOR Nicholas Ling
My Lord most court-like lyes in bed till noone,
Then, all high-stomackt riseth to his dinner,
Falls straight to Dice, before his meate be downe,
Or to difgest, walks to some femall sinner.
Perhaps fore-tyrde he gets him to a play,
Comes home to supper, and then falls to dice,
There his devotion wakes till it be day,
And so to bed, where untill noone he lies.
This is a Lords life, simple folke will sing.
A Lords life? what to trot so foule a ring?
Yet thus he lives, and what's the greatest griefe,
Gnatho still sweares he leads true vertues life.